25/12/2024 03:03:26 by Flavaboy
My first experience with socks was when I was ten years old and I was attracted to a guy I was in school with. We went into my basement at home. I played with his socked feet. I sniffed and licked them. I don’t think, he was into socks like I was, but he liked jerking me off and he was okay with me getting off with his socked feet.
Later in life, my sock obsession became more intense. It became an addiction. Rather than having direct contact with a man and his socked feet, just having another man’s worn stinky socks and fantasizing and jerking off with the socks was all I needed. I would steal another man’s socks looking for every opportunity to do so. Once I had the socks in my possession, I would keep them oftentimes in plastic bags that would retain the man scent on them for quite some time. At one point, I had stolen so many socks that I had trash bags full of them in my apartment. Everytime I felt horny, I would grab some of these socks and jerk off with them. I would shoot my loads inside of them and use them over and over again until they were stiff and crusty.
I would search my neighborhood for pick up trucks that might have stinky work socks or sports socks stuffed into shoes or sneakers or just strewn about even on the street. Even at the gym, I would steal socks from the locker room. Everytime I was able to snatch one, I would get a rush of adrenaline.
Eventually, this got me into trouble. I even did time once for this relentless addiction. To this day, the scent of another man’s rank socks drives me crazy. All I think about is socks and watching videos of other men being humiliated by having to worship another man’s socks. It is truly an obsessive addiction that won’t quit.
