If big shoes are good for one thing. . . its stomping.
Just ask my poor downstairs neighbor! Anyone who knows me, knows the sound of my approach first. For one lucky pornstar, big feet (and their ability to crush anything beneath them) introduced me to one surprisingly enjoyable yet particularly confounding fetish.
Several years back, bored and surfing an online hookup site, I opened my empty inbox to discover an urgent message from a 19 year old hunk trapped in the suburbs. Believe it or not, I don't get a lot of responses from this particular online site, so I was initially a little shocked. I didn't believe the boy was real: 6'2", 19 years old, legitimate fratboy, complete with 6 pack and an enormous python of a cock--10 inches long at least and wrist thick.
Needless to say, young, hung fratboys don't usually exist in the real world let alone proposition me for sex. The kid was not only interested, but eager enough to drive an hour to meet me. . . a new one for Mr. Keller. And surprise! Exactly an hour later I get a knock on my door! And he's real!
Of course there was a sticking point, so to speak. Turns out he isn't interested in me so much as my size 15s. And, sadly, he doesn't fuck. He's still waiting for Mr./Ms. Right before he'll do anal. What he does want, is to get stomped.
After making sure that I thoroughly wash my feet with soap and hot water, we both tentatively removed each others clothes. He lay down on the bed below me and indicated that I should do the same. He wanted me to completely cover his face with both my feet. No sooner did my toes hit his forehead, then his whole body buckled, both eyes rolled back, his cock stiffened. He began to frantically jack off, sucking my toes first, then briefly up to my cock and back down again. He then asked if I would stand on his chest with my full weight on top of him. It took about 3 seconds before my calf was drenched in cum.
We've since met a few more times, usually on school holidays, when he was home at his parents. No amount of pleading or sly attempts at flirtation brought me any closer to big boy sex. Not as a top. Not as a bottom. Now he is 22, and just graduated school with a cushy job at a major bank. He confessed that his attraction to big feel lies in the erotic implications of being crushed. He fantasizes about being stomped to orgasm. Its strange for me to feel desired for such an quotidian part of my body. My feet are the one aspect of my body that pushes me outside the range of average. And for at least for one horny frat boy, thats a plus. Word on the street is that he's found a size 18. Looks like my foot fetish days are numbered.
The following are a few pics we took from one of our first hookups. Enjoy the possibilities. :-)