15/12/2024 23:23:50 by HWY

My sock fetish started when I was a little boy. I’d sniff my father’s sock-covered feet. He would let me and some of his friends would let me sniff too. I always got a raging hardon, but I don’t think my parents knew. When I got a little older, somehow I knew that the behavior was not okay, and it was tied to my sexuality. I knew that I only liked men, but I didn’t know the name gay. Everything was secret and hidden. When I started having sex, I was afraid to ask the man about sniffing. When I did, some were okay with it, others said things like “I don’t get into that.” That always bothered me because if I’m going to suck your dick, eat your ass, or let you fuck, the least you could do was to let me indulge my desire and fetish. To this very day, I am always looking at men’s shoes, socks, and feet. And, I take the opportunity to sniff a guy’s socks in the locker room when he is in the shower. Of course, the man has to be reasonably attractive and if he has bad looking bare feet and toes, the attraction ends quickly.