This confession revolves around my experiences with male feet. It all began when I was still a kid. Here in the Philippines, the climate is extremely hot. Therefore, it isn't hard to understand why most people opt to wear slippers in all types of weather. Growing up, I noticed that whenever I was near a guy, I would immediately look at that guy's feet. I used to get frustrated when the guy was wearing closed shoes, and elated if he was wearing slippers. My first experience with feet was my dad. Seeing that he was the only man I knew when I was a kid, I used to stare at his feet while he wasn't looking. When he was asleep, I used to try to get close to his feet, but I was always scared because he was a light sleeper. So all I did was watch from afar. Although I didn't have a brother (I wasn't attracted to female feet, seeing that I never once thought about my sister's feet or my mom's feet), I had a lot of male cousins on both sides of the family. Maternally, I had 6 male cousins. Paternally, I had 5 male cousins. Being the youngest in my generation, I wasn't close to most of them, except for my Kuya Lorenzo and my Kuya Rogelio.

Kuya Lorenzo was my maternal aunt's son and was 6 years older than me. He's tall and lean, "chinito" (Chinese Mestizo) with size 10 feet that were, to my young eyes, huge. He used to sleepover at our house because it was close to his school. When he'd get home from school, I used to watch him remove first his shoes, then his socks. I used to get hard whenever he removed his socks and exposed his bare feet. Like most Filipinos, kuya Lorenzo was mad about basketball. Over the summer, he would usually be at the basketball court. I loved summer the most for many reasons, but one of the major reasons was because I got to see kuya Lorenzo wear slippers or go barefoot. There were times when he would wear his basketball shoes and when he'd come home to take a shower or to eat, I'd go over to his shoes and plunge my nose into them, inhaling every bit of stench in there. The older we got, the more confident I became. By the age of 9, I was confident enough to touch his feet. It began when he was complaining about his sore feet. Since I spent most of my time on the internet. I knew that a massage helps sore muscles. So I ask him if he'd like a massage. He seemed confused for a bit, then asked me if it was ok for me because his feet were sweaty and were likely to smell as well. I told him it was ok and with some initial hesitation, he plopped his right foot onto my lap and that was the beginning of what would happen later on. Eventually, it became our routine for me to massage his feet when he got home from school or from the basketball court. Once or twice, he would jokingly press his foot onto my face and I would pretend to gag. Despite being able to finally touch his feet, I knew this wasn't enough. When I turned 13, he and I accompanied our dads on a trip to the province. It was a really boring but peaceful town that lacked, for the most part, electricity, which was provided only at night and by generator. For the whole day, there was no electricity and nothing to do. We were bored out of our minds, but I was glad there was nothing to do because most of the time, kuya Lorenzon would ask me to massage him. First it was just his feet, but eventually, he asked me to massage his hands, arms, legs and back. I had fun, but I preferred being at his feet. One day, while we were taking a midday nap, I woke up due to the heat and saw that he was still asleep. He was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs and his feet were right there for the taking. Mustering the courage I needed, I slowly got off the bed and tip-toed to where his banig (native woven sleeping mat) and knelt on the ground. His feet were sweaty, and I stuck my tongue against his sole. They were salty but I wanted more. I began to slowly lick up and down his sole and savored the salty flavor. I then sucked on his toes, and licked his other sole. I was so horny at this point that I whipped out my cock and slowly and gently pressed against his foot. This was the first time I'd ever done it and I felt as if I was on cloud nine. I then rubbed my cock on his sole, up and down in a continuous motion that reminded me of a dog in heat. His feet were (and still are) bigger than my cock and this excited me immensely. I humped his feet until I came. At first, I was still on a high from humping his feet, then I began to panic because my cum had landed on his feet. I didn't know what to do, then I remembered a porn video I watched wherein the person seemed to enjoy the taste of cum. So, I decided to lick my cum off his feet. I can't exactly describe the feeling, but somehow, for me, it felt right that I was licking my cum off, that I was cleaning his feet with my tongue instead of simply wiping it off. After licking his feet clean for some time, and licking for the fun of it, I took my shirt off and used it to wipe his feet clean. Then I got back into my bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, he was already up and telling me to come down because dinner was ready. After dinner, we were talking and he asked me if I'd been awake awhile ago. I internally panicked and though he was onto me. For some reason, the stare he was giving me was so intense that I very stupidly confessed that I was indeed awake. After I said that, he laughed (to my great surprise), ruffled my hair, and told me that he was gonna get back at me for tickling his feet while he slept! He though I was tickling his feet! I let out a shaky laugh and was glad that I wasn't caught. My assignations with his feet continued for the rest of our stay and even when we got back to Manila. Eventually he caught me one time with his big toe in my mouth. We talked about this and now, despite him living in another part of the city closer to his work, I am happy to say that I have become his unofficial foot slave. (He's not dominant in the sense that he makes me do things while being mean to me. He still treats me the same way he's always treated me. He's just slightly more stern when I do something he doesn't like, e.g. treating his girlfriends frostily. I also once asked him if I could call him master, he turned to me and warned me that if I do call him master, he'd put a stop to our "sessions". I don't call him master, and I still continue to lick his feet).

Kuya Rogelio was my older cousin on my dad's side of the family. He and kuya Lorenzo are roughly the same age, but are vastly different. Kuya Lorenzo is tall, lean, chinito, the type of guy who goes-with-the-flow and always has a smile on his face. Kuya Rogelio, on the other hand, is also tall, but with a more athletic build, mestizo, prefers to have a solid plan, doesn't talk much and usually has a resting bitch face that makes him extremely attractive in that mysterious way. My titas have likened him to a Filipino mr. Darcy. When I was younger, around 9-10, my family spent 2 weeks at his family's house in the province and I used to be afraid of him because he seemed so stern and formidable, not like the rest of my dad's relatives who were friendly and who could speak a mile a minute. Slowly, as we became more acquainted with each other, I realized that his frosty demeanor belied his kind and caring nature. Also, it helped that he was the typical tall, dark and handsome with the added bonus of having size 12 feet. The first time I saw his feet, I knew that I wanted them. I made kuya Rogelio's feet the 2nd chief object of my masturbatory sessions (kuya Lorenzo's feet held a special place because they were my first). I was sad when the 2 weeks were up and when he gave me a farewell hug, I felt as if I would never get a chance at his feet. (I also felt that his hug was the last push I needed before I made up my mind that I was gay. I mean, THOSE ARMS). Anyway, when we got back to Manila, I was still sad and angry at myself for not taking the chance. I had the consolation of kuya Lorenzon's feet, but I still wanted kuya Rogelio's feet. I got the chance when kuya Rogelio's parents asked my parents if it would be possible for him to stay with us because he would be going to college in Manila. My parents talked it over and asked me if I was willing to share my room with kuya Rogelio. Outwardly, I told them it was ok because he was cool. Inwardly, fireworks were exploding. When he arrived in Manila, he was still the same, although he gained a few more inches and had grown his hair out. I thought it impossible for him to be more good looking, but he had proven me wrong. Anyway, as I showed him around my room, he noticed that there was still only one bed and asked if it was ok that we shared a bed. I told him it was fine, considering that the bed my parents ordered had not yet arrived (I hoped it would never arrive. It arrived after 2 days.) Those 2 days and nights of sharing the same bed were amazing because I used to make the excuse that I could only sleep if my head was at the foot of the bed. kuya Rogelio asked if it was ok because he was concerned that he might actually kick me in his sleep. I joked that if he did, I would kick him back. While we slept, this was the closest I got so far to his feet. Up close, I noticed differences between kuya Rogelio's feet and kuya Lorenzo's feet. While Kuya Lorenzo's were slightly thinner, kuya Rogelio's were a bit wider, with beautiful arches and had rather plump toes. They were not as smelly as kuya Lorenzo's but this was probably because he bathed before sleeping. Kuya Rogelio lived with us while he attended college, and it was at this stressful time in his life that I decided to act. Once, when I came home from school, I found him lying on the couch, feet propped up on the edge, and him looking stressed. I asked him if he was alrigh, but he didn't answer. Again, mustering up my courage, I moved his feet, sat down on one end of the couch, and propped his feet onto my lap. Initially, he wasn't paying attention, but when I started to massage his feet, he looked at me and asked what I was doing. I told him that I read somewhere that massages helped relieve stress. I guess he was too tired because he simply nodded his head and closed his eyes. Just like what happened between kuya Lorenzo and me, massage sessions between kuya Rogelio and I became regular. After some time, and after a few massage sessions, I stopped beating around the bush and asked him if it would be ok of I licked his feet. He looked surprised and asked me why I wanted to do it. I told him that I have a foot fetish and that I was attracted to his feet. He was quiet for a bit, then told me ok, and that I had to promise him that I would never tell anyone that we were doing this. I promised and made him promise the same thing. Thus, this is how I became kuya Rogelio's foot slave. (He was still the same kuya Rogelio as before, and he used to get angry when I would ask him to be dominant [he still does]. He also eschewed the titles of master/sir-slave, although he did take to calling me boy, which turned me on even more. He seemed to enjoy seeing me lick his feet and suck his toes. Occasionally, if I asked [begged] he would give me a foot job and would always make sure that I licked the cum off after I was done. He used to jack off while I licked his feet, and occassionally let me give him blowjobs).