One of the best anecdotes I've ever heard about the development of a fetish was part of an anti-masturbation screed delivered by a guest speaker at a church function. I cannot vouch for the story's veracity, but it seems plausible enough.
The story is about a young man who grew up with a big family on a small farm. He had no privacy in the house, so when he wanted to masturbate, he'd have to go sneak out behind the shed to do so. Behind the shed, there was very little to look at, so he usually found himself staring down at his boots while bringing himself to climax.
Once the boy had grown up, moved out, and had his own home with plenty of space, he had a huge closet full of men's boots that he felt compelled to collect for some reason.
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