My first interest in socks was as ways to tie myself up - rugby socks from school, the cheap football socks from ebay - they were ideal.
As I got access to tape and rope that fell away.

In later life (now late 30's) I discovered a new reason to love socks - odd though it may be, I pay guys to video call with them - just to chat, primarily, but also to have them show off some of their outfits... That developed over time, and with those willing and capable of showing them off, I started to spend 5-10 minutes staring at their trainers on their feet - camera on the floor - so I was at eye-level...

With those adept at showing them off, that soon became 15-20mins... Now, there are a few guys where the call starts, we say hello, catch up, and then it's straight onto the floor, and I stay there for maybe an hour or so - just stating at their trainers/boots... Sometimes, they will let me see their socks too... But even if not, you can always see them poking out the top of their footwear, and when they have good taste in shoes, they usually have good taste in socks too.

For me, it is mainly about the footwear - but with increasing frequency - when someone can show them off well, it's great to sit and stare at a pair of socks on someone's feet too - seeing their toes move around inside them... It's amazing! (and costs me a bloomin' fortune!)

The day it happened.

I just browsed on a well known dating/mating site when a guy simply wrote me. He was early 40 then, bisex bottom/vers man in an open straight relationship. He didn’t have facepic (he was out for his partner only and and it’s East Mid Europe, remember) but his words and style was really moderate and down-to-earth, later in the phone too. Though he wanted to meet at first we still had to make some messaging to feel really ready (at least for my half). After our third dialogue he came for me with his car. Handsome, a bit grey haired guy, serious but sometimes with a mild smile on his face. It was a bit cold late autumn but we agreed to stay in the car (our own places weren’t suitable for it but I already had some adventures earlier out of the town among the tillage). We stopped by a dirt road far from every urban lights, arranged our seats comfortable until it got warm enough inside and then after some small talk he pulled up his trousers. He wore a dreamlike pair of full black compression sport socks. First he put his right leg on my lap then gave me the other and let me to do what I want. I took off his sneakers and pulled his trousers above his knees. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen got unfolded before me. As I touched and smoothed all over them, from knees to toes and back, my cock became so hard I felt it could blew up. I started to stroke them and as I took a sight on him I saw he’s already lost himself in the feeling. I lifted his feet to my body and face, took their light smell and taste them, my lips and tongue wanted his toes, soles, heels and calves as eagerly as my fingers and palms did too. My excitement was so on the top I almost didn’t hear when he asked my feet to play with. I extended them to him, my shoes fell off immediately and he started his feast on my OTC socked feet. Then suddenly he started to play on my bulge and so did I in a moment. I never was so happy and horny before, it felt like Heaven. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to free him off his jeans to feel him underneath. After some sole wrestling my free socked foot wandered up on his socked calves, smooth thighs, played around his fat throbbing undies and crawled under his sweatshirt all over his bare body. A bit later I also opened the flies of my jeans and let him to pull them up on my legs, his first touches on my soles and calves drove both of us crazy. I took off one his socks and – ’til I wetted his bare feet with my saliva – started to stroke my bulge with the sock at first through my undies then inside. This also fired his desire higher. He yanked down my trousers and almost dominated me with his hands and feet. At last I took off my shirt then I crawled on him to help his sweater off, we huggedneraly naked deeply kissing, foot playing/wrestling, licking each others body and armpits, stroking bulge to bulge – then we started the real fun.
Namely – as this black pair were his only knee-high ones – we agreed that I bring some of my collection for him – and me – to do some sock parade that night. Soccer socks, dress and casual ones, ribbed TNTs – I didn’t left out any kind I had, even my only pair of sock garters which I put on him too at one point. It was as much evident that we change each other’s socks deeply enjoying every seconds to have the other one’s bare and socked feet in our hands as that (after the first change we started to footie play) we don’t need our undies anymore. I hooked his undies on my feet and slowly grabbed them off, then as I dropped mine too I couldn’t take my eyes off his beautiful cock with its long-foreskin, I wanted my socked soles feel them and that gorgeous dong ached for my feet too. He obviously felt the same, took his feet so impatiently on my dick if it would be a bit faster and harder there could be a painful experience. Instead there was only pure PLEASURE. We didn’t left anything out of our mutual playing: worship and footie play all over – with sole fuck/wank and hole poking of course –, 69 in every variations from top to toes, cuddles in any poses what the car’s inside allowed, once savage then gentle as long as we sustain and there wasn’t any of thes games which lacked the socks. He even took well as I pushed my shaft in the leg of his sock and started to fuck his calf (one of my greatest desires, I did that with the garters too). Still when I first put sock on his cock his face mirrored the mix of doubt and excitement whirled inside him – until I started to wank him and my – already socked – cock. Then I started to suck him and every weird sense in him has gone, he got so electrified wated my socked cock in his mouth too. We blew and licked each other’s enveloped meat with ravenous appetite. Sucking a socked cock was more than imaginable to happen to me before so I didn’t expect any more special. Until as we cuddled – with wet socked packages one to another and his socked legs around my waist – he told me to fuck him.
It was already decided well in advance that this will happen. My tongue and fingers (with the help of some lube) made their work all through our plays. However my joy-clouded mind had a bit of phase shift because I spontanously asked him baffled: like this? (mean: with a sock on my schlong) Before I found out what I said he took a strange look on me at first… then I saw on his face his mind starts to fiddle about the idea. ’Well we could have a try’ he told me (I almost froze like small-game before a cobra), probably he thought we both could go through something fresh which has no big chance to happen with other partners. We were a bit nervous but gladly it didn’t affect our endurance so much. His ass was well used but tight enough, I was wildly horny and lubed both of us well so I didn’t eff about it for fear of he change his mind. I slowly started to push my packed stick to his sphincter, he groaned a bit but didn’t protest. I gently started to pump his ass and he took it with long deep sighs and moaning, some more poke and I was ball deep inside. His tight cave and the silky nylon fabric encompassed my manhood so sure but also warm and tenderly as I did to him in that moment. As we sank in our long wet kisses while I varied my short strokes and downtempo but energetic ramming I wished we could endure till I cum inside him through the sock. Eventually we bore only around 5 minutes (not bad for a first time) though it felt to me as I reached Eternity.
Never mind, the barefucking were also like Paradise especially I could enjoy his sheer socked feet and legs around and all over my body and in my face and mouth during stuffing him and sometimes also brought mine to him. At last after almost half hour the anal massage and some good jerk had its effect, he came inside the sock making it wholly wet. The sight and sound of his apex and the feeling of his twitching anus spun into some good piston fucking, a few minutes and I shot my cum inside him grunting like an animal, that was the most fulfilling orgasm I ever had, I didn’t wanna leave his hole for minutes. (I didn’t even mind that – though it would be a real crowning for that night – he didn’t return me the procedure neither socked nor bare).
I hadn’t had any like that since then. We planned a replay later but it couldn’t happen and I lost the contact to him. Though there were sometimes footy games with other partners we never got that deep, diverse and complex (with my hubby it seemed it can be like that but didn’t proved longevity and later he cleared that it was much more the urge of conform than real enthusiasm). It’s really aggravating to me because I believe that a lot of men could open for new perspectives in their (not only sexual) lives if they discover the culture of (long) socks.
Best regards

My uncle had smelly feet and when he came back from his work he would take off his shoes and socks and throw his stinky socks into the laundry basket or sometimes leave them in his shoes when nobody was home i would pick up my uncle's stinky socks and sniff them and also jerk off to them and i would always fantasize worshipping his big stinky feet