Bored, forty and facing Covid lockdown I needed a hobby. Exhibitionism is a kink for me and web camming was an easy way to satisfy myself. As a man, I knew mostly guys would be watching but I'd embraced my bisexuality to some degree and besides, any women watching would be a bonus.
At first, I showed just my feet, because I have a strong foot fetish, plus I needed to ease into getting naked. Why a foot cam? I had partners over the years that liked my feet and commented positively on them, and since I was lucky enough to have these size 11 assets, I figured I might as well start there.
There are stories for another post, but the first girl I slept with got interested in me because of my feet. I was 18, and in the college dorm we would be barefoot almost all the time, my friend would comment on the shape of my feet, she would tickle me and be super flirty. She eventually made the first move and we had sex, it was such a turn on that it was my feet that originally attracted her and we went on to have lots of foot fun. My first male hookup was also because of my feet, more stories for a different time.
Anyways, a feet focused webcam felt like low risk fun. I setup my shows with good lighting and angles to show my arches, toes, soles, calves and thighs.
To my surprise, I immediately started getting some regular viewers. Horny guys with feet fetishes appreciated my cam, and that felt great.
With the positive feedback, I started running my foot fetish cam about three hours a day. After a few months I also had the courage to go fully naked, showing my cock and torso. As expected, it was mostly a male audience, but surprisingly I would get both straight and gay men. I did have some women followers, and their interactions were quite unique, but that's also a story for another time.
By the end of that first summer I had about a thousand followers and maybe two dozen regular fans. My shows became better, more relaxed, and being summer, I was getting a lot of sun and exercise. I've got a dad-bod but I was feeling good about myself.
I loved being a tease. Knowing what I liked in feet myself, I got a lot of pleasure moving them in ways that would drive my viewers crazy and eventually to orgasm. What a turn on knowing I was making guys cum.
On the channel, the gay and bi men were more conversational and fun, usually less demanding, but the straight guys were amusing, often making ridiculous demands, which I would usually ignore, but most shot their loads anyway and then would immediately log off. I took pleasure in making the straight ones cum, knowing they were probably feeling shame as they wiped cum off their guilt-ridden bodies, my bare feet giving them satisfaction that female feet cams couldn't without spending a lot more money.
Yes, one of the downsides of being a male broadcaster is you don't make a lot of coin, but if you're in it for fun that's ok. I didn't mind being the discount foot fetish source for horny men.
As for my own pleasure, depending on how the show went, I'd cum in private for a special viewer, or I'd cum alone later, or, rarely, if I was super turned on, and the online crowd was right, I'd cum on cam for everyone. It was rare, and very disappointing, if I wouldn't be super horny and ready to shoot a load by the end of every show. Occasionally I would get a little too excited, edge a little too far and the audience would get a surprise. That's some of the downsides of being an amateur.
A year into my routine I got a new follower who changed things for me. On his first join, he immediately hit the follow button but it took him a while to speak up. His first words, "Are you god?"
That went right to my ego, I was looking good and feeling good, naked on cam, my tanned legs looking long and lean, my abs and chest soft and with hard nipples showing my excitement. I was feeling sexy and horny, but "god?". I chuckled.
I remember being super turned on already and edging my hard cock, my curling toes also giving away how turned on I was. That night I'd already had a few "satisfied" viewers and the it was going well.
I checked this guy's profile. To no surprise, he had a foot fetish, he also had sexy profile pictures, and we lived in the same city. We started chatting and he was really getting off, I was so hard during the whole show with talk about what he would do with my feet I could barely follow anyone else. I had to end the show to enjoy a private orgasm. I wanted to cum for him but I couldn't get him to ask.
The next time on cam he was on-line immediately (he had notifications setup to announce my show I guess). The guy was completely addicted to my feet. Our chats were a huge turn on for both of us and I started cumming for him in private whenever he wanted. He especially loved me cumming on my soles.
A month into his new addiction, he made a proposition. He told me he wanted to hook-up in person, which was initially a hard no for me, but then he went on.
During one of the regular cam sessions he would get a hotel room. At his signal I would leave my house and go there. He would be wearing a mask. I would come in, wearing a mask (it was Covid times after all). The ground rules, no touching above the knees, no kissing, no fucking, the hotel room had a balcony and the door would be open for airflow, the bathroom fan would be on. I would lay on the bed, he would use my feet, and then he would cum on me (he was very clear about this), and then I could leave.
"Two hundred dollars." he said at the end.
My throat got tight and my heart rate jumped. This random stranger, he would probably rape me or murder me in the hotel or blackmail me. The number one rule of doing this sort of work is to never, ever meet up in person.
But he really had set this up nicely and there was absolutely no question he wanted to fuck my feet. I didn't care about the money, but being used like that, being cummed on, the idea was such a turn-on. The risk seemed crazy but I was actually considering it.
