Do you have a fetish? Is it something weird? If it is, don’t worry, I won’t judge. Well, I might. A lot of women are said to have a shoe fetish, but that’s a lot different than having a foot fetish. I worked with two guys who had a foot fetish, and I don’t know exactly what they did with other people’s feet, and I probably don’t want to, but I do know of another person who had a foot fetish and I do know what he did.
I told you there were some real wack jobs in our neighborhood, and they came in all different kinds of crazy. There was a guy named Marty who lived about a half mile away from us. I never saw him or knew who he was, I only knew him by name, and that’s because the guys in the neighborhood who were “involved” with Marty gave him a special name.
I don’t know much about Marty other than he lived alone and he loved feet. He used to have guys in the neighborhood come over to his house, he would lay down on the bed in his boxer shorts and the guys would proceed to rub their feet all over him. Not just bare feet either, he apparently had a special liking for Converse All-Star sneakers. The guys would rub their sneakers on his face (provided they were Converse) and he would lick their shoes. I don’t know exactly how weird it got, or should I say how much
weirder it got, but what I do know is that he would give the guys money and buy them beer in exchange for their teenage feet.
Is there anything grosser than a teenage boy’s feet? Are you imagining a teenage boy rubbing his feet all over your face? Do you like it?
He knew that beer was a strong bargaining tool, especially the way the guys in my neighborhood drank, so he took full advantage of the fact that they weren’t of legal drinking age. Because of his odd fetish, the guys in the neighborhood referred to him as “Marty LaFoot.” This is the only name I ever knew him by and only knew of him because of the freaky stories. Keep in mind, as weird as this was, this did not stop the guys from doing it. Can you say “alcoholics?” 🙂
I wish my dad was alive to fill in all the details of this guy’s bizarre life because when he died, we had his funeral. My dad knew a lot about the strange private lives of some of the people in our neighborhood and when he told us we had the funeral for him he mentioned Marty so and so. I didn’t know who he was talking about and my sister, Kris said “Marty LaFoot.” My response was “Ohhhhh, that Marty.”
He was buried with a pair of Converse All-Stars sneakers…just kidding. But wouldn’t that be funny? I love that he had a preference for those sneakers. Was it the rough canvas, the rubber sole, the lack of arch support? What was it about those shoes? I had a pair when I was young but I never rubbed them on anyone’s face. I’m not saying my foot has never been in someone’s mouth, but never with a shoe on it. What about you? Have you ever licked someone’s sneakers, or had your sneakers licked? Wow! That sounds dirty….I suddenly feel the need for a pedicure. Have a beautiful day!!