29/12/2024 17:47:37 by Rex
When I was 17 I was friends with this guy who was an RA in a men’s college dorm building. He had a key to every dorm room. On a couple occasions, when then men of the dorm were away for their classes or athletic activities, he and I would sneak into their dorm rooms and steal a pair of their socks. We formed a collection, putting each guy’s pair of socks in a clear ziplock bag, with a year and their name on it.
When I was 18 I moved out on my own, but I stayed for a few months at my uncles house. While he was away for work during the day I would gather up his used white briefs and socks for sniffing and textural stimulation while I masturbated.
ANY AND EVERY TIME I have an opportunity to sneak a sniff of a guys socks, I do. We were at a party once, our friend’s son was there, he was about 22-23 y/o. He got drunk and fell asleep on the sofa in the living room, he had on white crew cuts. While everyone else at the party was outside socializing, I snuck inside and sniffed his socks for a few seconds while he was asleep, I was so nervous about someone coming in and catching me.
I was a nurse at a hospital for many many many years and sometimes a patient’s son or husband would sleep in the room over night, often removing their shoes. Any chance I got I would sneak up to their socked feet an take a whiff or two.
I have stolen a few pairs of socks from friends to use later for sniffing.
I spend a great deal of my mind, thoughts, and attention, thinking of these opportunities and seeking them out.
