16/12/2024 14:35:55 by anonymous

It was shoe play in school where I first realized I liked seeing a guy in his socked feet. This started in 5th grade. Attending a camp the following summer the teen boy “counselor” in my cabin had some really nice socked feet. He had one pair of socks that were crew length, white, and silky smooth with numbers at the top. I couldn’t understand why but I had to have them. When no one was around and looking I found them and stuffed them in my bag. When I returned home I would fantasize about him and I getting kidnapped in the woods and tied up together in a cabin…with his socked feet in my face. I would place the socks on my hands and think of them on his feet. At some point along the way my left hand found another part of my body and I discovered new things about myself. Into middle school and high school I would think similar things of classmates and teammates if I saw their socked feet and was attracted to them. In college this fantasy came true when a fraternity brother and I were “kidnapped” by the pledges one semester (a thing that took place every semester then) and we were tape gagged with our faces at opposite ends of each other. I had to hide that I was hard…lol.