My sexual attraction to socks has led me to come out as gay in general. I do not believe I would be gay if it were not for my sock fetish

I first realized I was into socks in middle school. I already knew I was into dudes but it was interesting to slowly begin to discover my fetish. There was one guy who would always wear black adidas ankle socks and I would always stare at them in the locker room. It got to the point where I would get excited for gym class just so I could get a peak. I was addicted to the sight of men in black ankle socks and I became fixated on one video of two Russian guys in black ankle socks especially since one of them wore adidas socks similar to the ones I’d peep in the locker room (I haven’t been able to find the video again which is upsetting). At first I was only into black socks. For some reason seeing a guy in white socks (or anything other than black) was a complete turn off for me. As I got older though I gradually began to feel the same arousal for white socks and now I definitely prefer them over any other color/ pattern (hence my username @whitesoxbro). I’m really glad I had that shift in opinions because there’s nothing that turns me on more than a pair of sweaty white Nike crews with dirty soles. My favorite is when they’re slightly off white after many wears and washes. I also love seeing smelly socks in bed/ in a blanket or any kind of comfy and cozy spot. I fantasize about the idea of a hot guy with sweaty and dirty white socks relaxing in bed while I bury my nose into them taking slow deep sniffs. Sock piles are also a big turn on for me which I recently discovered. I get very distracted seeing a pair of worn socks tossed on the floor or sticking out of a laundry hamper. I recently started talking to a guy and he always leaves his dirty socks lying around and I have to fight the urge to pick them up and sniff them in front of him ( the kink topic has come up and he told me he’s not into any kind of foot play which I completely respect). That doesn’t stop me from taking whiffs of his socks when anytime he leaves the room though. Its a bit annoying that he’s not into it because the smell of his socks is so addicting and I wish I could get at them fresh out of his sneakers after a long day. For now though it remains my guilty pleasure hehe.

I first began to experience sexual impulses toward socks around the time I became sexually aware. Back in elementary school, when my father would toss his black socks onto the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel an urge to smell them. Later on, when my classmates wore black Nike socks, I felt similar desires—even though I didn’t yet realize that I was attracted to boys.

For a while, I dated girls, all the way up until just before college. It was only then that I began to slowly understand that I was actually more drawn to men. This realization was deeply significant for me, but even more so was coming to terms with my fetish. Over time, I learned to accept it as an integral part of who I am—something that makes me unique and, in a way, special.

That said, this part of me also makes it hard to find a long-term, stable relationship. I’m not particularly into anal sex, which is often expected in gay relationships, and that mismatch can make it challenging to find someone who is truly compatible with me.