19/12/2024 21:39:07 by Jack Dunbar, Boston

When I was growing up my dad always had smelly feet. Though I don’t like to think of it as some incestuous idea I think having smelly feet now gives me some pride that I’m like my dad. My sock kink has definitely grown over the years. As a man who loves being in a locker room, the smell of stinky socks (think hockey bag) encapsulates this idea of maleness, testosterone and sparks this feeling of “men have stinky feet, you’re a man so you should have stinky feet”. Having stinky feet gives me that pride, belonging with other men. His socks stink like my socks and my socks stink like his socks. As I matured into the adult I am now, I love asking other men what size their feet are to measure up against them but to also know that they’ve gone through puberty like me and their feet have grown, both in size and in smell. Slowly I started to take an interest in smelling socks and sneakers belonging to other guys and eventually began enjoying masturbating into stinky/worn socks. It started when I would jerk off at night. Dirty sock would be on the floor beside my bed and I’d slide one on my prick. It don’t mind cumming on sock but much prefer sliding my cock in and ejaculating at the toes. The smell of cheese has definitely caught my attention too, as it reminds me that the foot that made that smell belongs to a mature grown man. Knowing other guys get turned on by stinky feet only fuels my kink as we join in the camaraderie of having stinky feet. I also had been trying to understand my relationship with shame. There’s a part of me that hates being called out for having stinky feet but another part that loves the embarrassment of when I take off my sneakers and someone tells me that my feet stink.