I've been interested in feet and especially socked feet since I was very young. It first became sexual in high school. I went to an all-male Catholic high school. Sitting in front of me was a guy who wore the same pair of loafers all the way through his four years regardless of the weather. Needless to say, those loafers were pretty beat-up and loose. I would sit behind him and scoot down in the desk and kick those loafers off his feet while he was playing with them under his desk. It became a game through most of the classes we shared. A lot of my fellow students participated, taking his shoes and hiding them or putting them in the garbage. He was a very laid back guy so he would just get up and pad around in his socks, sometimes during class, looking for his loafers. Once he had them on, the game would often begin again. He seemed to enjoy the attention and was very good-natured about it. This was the beginning of games I would play with sock-loving guys well into adulthood!

I’m really attracted to feet. I realized I was attracted/had a foot fetish from a very young age. I found the being on athletic teams and in the locker rooms in the overall smell and sensation to be an incredible turn on. I have always found older men specifically attract attractive, and the way that their hairy legs, ankles, toes all disappear within a white tube sock.

Overall, I would say I have a foot fetish, and socks are part of feet.

My fetish grew when I was in high school. My dad wore business casual attire to work, and part of it is wearing crew-length black dress socks with black leather dress shoes. He only has one pair of dress shoes so he wore the same shoes every day.

When he comes home at night from work, he just removes his shoes and places them near the door (we are an Asian household lol). He usually passes out on the couch with his black socked feet propped up. Me and my mom sleep at the one bedroom of our house (we have a small house).

I wait until everyone is asleep. My signal is usually my father’s loud snoring. When I hear the snoring, I creep in to the living room to make it to where his socked feet are. I kneel at the edge of the couch and take my position. I start at underneath his socked toes because I know that the smell is the strongest there. I lightly place my nose at his socked toes and take a bunch of whiffs. The smell is immediately heavenly - I can still remember it today.

The smell of his socked toes is very sweaty and a little vinegary. Not overpowering and not too musky. It just has the right hint of sweat and sourness to it. I take my time savoring the scent of his socked toes.

Then, I move to his heel. The smell there is very leathery, like the smell of his shoes. I move my nose up until I am at the arch, where the smell of leather meets the smell of sweat. I shudder at the mixture of scents of my dad’s socked foot and this is mainly the reason for my black dress sock fetish - the smell of leather and sweat in black dress socks turns me on so much!

My dad wore these nylon ribbed dress socks, and, since I am very curious, I move on from sniffing and smelling to running my fingers up and down his socked soles to try and feel the material of his socks. That’s when I learned that my dad is ticklish, because, after running my fingers against his socked feet, his snoring stopped for a bit and he jerked his feet. Thus, another fetish was born - tickling!

I do this nightly routine of sniffing and tickling my father’s socked feet throughout high school. I moved out of the house to attend university so I snapped out my habit, but my fetishes are solidified since then.

Tenía 14 años, y tenia un amigo "Robert" el era grande de cuerpo y sudaba mucho, aveces solía ir a su casa a jugar, y teníamos una competencia con juegos de peleas, el que perdía tenía que hacer un reto, comer algo asqueroso, hacer una broma al vecino etc. Esto paso en un día de verano, fui de visita a su casa, ese día tuvimos la misma competencia de juegos, el usaba sandalias con calcetines en su casa y cuando perdí el me reto a oler sus pies con sus calcetines puestos, estos estaban sucios y aún que no estaba junto a el podía notar el olor a pies, antes ya los había visto y tenía curiosidad, pero en ese momento me hice el ofendido pero al último acepte, el se volteo hacia mi y levanto su pie pegándome en la cara, no tuve tiempo de reaccionar y comencé a oler, al principio creí que el lo retiraría rápido pero no lo hizo y el tenía una cara burlona pero morbosa y yo comenzaba a oler con más profundidad, paso el rato y a rober se le notaba el bulto en su short , después de eso aleje a Robert y le dije que ya pasó el tiempo, el pareció retomar el control y se veía avergonzado, y trato de cambiar el tema, continuamos con el juego, después de eso cada vez que jugábamos el me ponía como reto oler sus patas, después de un tiempo me confesó que el no era gay pero le gustaba lo que hacíamos y ahí comenzamos una relación de sex amigos, con el tiempo fuimos más que amigos pero lo que más recuerdo de el es que era pervertido de los olores y aveces el se ponía a jugar mientras yo olía sus patas olorosas, con el descubrí muchos de mis fetiches.