15/12/2024 20:44:01 by Parsifal

I remember how I was 13, in the classroom looking at my classmate’s socks and getting a boner. Some guys noticed that, but they made fun of me because they thought I was aroused due to our old chemistry teacher. I remember how I was drunk on several occasion and opened some feet/socks related content on my phone by mistake and someone else saw that. I remember how I has jokingly offered someone’s feet/socks to smell and how I refused because I was afraid that they would find out that I enjoy that. I remember that once as a teenager my best friend back then tried to torture me with his smelly socks and how I loved it and how afraid I was he will notice my boner. I tried to get myself into that situation with him again.

What I regret now is that I spent most of my twenties “in closet” sock/feet-wise, as I was too afraid to actually enjoy.