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One day I was sitting in the living with my grandpa and uncle watching television. I got up to use the restroom, and I noticed they both were asleep with their barefoot up on a little table. I got down on my knees and took pictures and videos of there soles and toes. Then I went to the restroom to jerk off to the videos and pic I had just taken. I also found out the my grandpa kept his dirty laundry in the restroom closet, so I looked for his socks . When I found his socks I sniffed them while I was jerking off to the pictures. I nutted inside them and used them to clean the mess.

The first time I felt a sexual partner embrace my sock fetish to the fullest extent was a great experience. Typical Grindr conversation led us to decide to hookup. Asked him to if he had white socks to wear and he said yes. He later told me it turned him on that I asked him to do something for me before we even hooked up. He said it let him know that I knew what I liked. My confidence shot through the roof after that and I always have the courage to tell guys put on those white socks for me. I’m not always in the mood to play with or touch a guys feet but just the look of them while we’re hooking up elevates the experience so well for me.

Sometimes when I see hot guys in public wearing white socks I keep glancing at them as slyly as I could because it’s such a sight. I never played sports but I wish I did just so I could catch glimpses of them on the guys. A specific instance that led to the discovery of my sexuality was in 7th grade. I had a crush on a guy in my classes named Josh and he wore white ankle socks and crew socks sometimes too. The first time I saw him shirtless was in PE class and I never saw guys in my age range with a body like his, but all I could stare at were his white socks that he wore with low top red converse.

I think white socks always look better than black socks, however I feel there’s a certain more masculine vibe with black socks. I kind of associate them with the kind of guys who can’t keep their socks clean so they opt for the black kind to slightly be more hygienic. That’s hot to me so I get turned on by black socks in scenarios like that too.

I never fully realized how into socks I am until I joined a commercial gym with all different types of guys. Older and younger guys all gotta pick a pair of socks to wear to the gym that day. Does it depend on his mood? What’s clean? When I see a particular attractive guy I wonder if he’s wearing a fresh pair of socks or he’s been wearing them for a few days possibly. The guys who workout in slides are my favorite. That casual vibe is such a turn on for me. Socks are definitely more of a turn on than bare feet to me because socks can look good on a guy even if he doesn’t keep up with the aesthetic of his toes and heels specifically.

When I was around 5 yo, the electric meter reader came to read the meter. It was cold, and he was dressed in cover-alls, work boots, and heavy overcoat. Small talk taking place. But I became obsessed with finding out what his socks looked like. So I got on the floor and tried pulling his pant leg up so I could see. Naturally, my mother pulled me away and I never found out. But that's when I knew I liked socks.

I am a sock watcher. I love when guys shoeplay in public (restaurants, public transportation). I'm always on the look out for a sock sighting.

Sexually, I love fucking guys with their socked feet in my face. I effing love watching guys cum on their socked feet.

Dad's Socks - Growing up I lived with my Dad and he would occasionally arrive home drunk. Usually, I climbed into bed with him on those nights but one particular night I stopped as I entered the room and realized there was an odor in the air unfamiliar to me. An odor I can only describe as musky I began to feel my cock twitch, an exciting sensation for any 13 year old. Trying to find the source of the smell I knelt on the floor where the odor was strognest and realized the source was my dad's socks. At first I stared at his socks unsure of my next steps, until I became overpowered by the urge to sniff. When I finaslly worked up the courage to sniff I fell in love with the scent of my dad's socks and deciding to take them off so I could jerk off into them. As I slipped them off I went in for his bare feet and got a lick in too.