Sock Survey Stories

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I adore men in socks, not all kinds of socks tho, for example too much texture annoys me, and patterns are too much, I prefer plain white, black or grey socks, I mean I can get behind some others but they're not my main thing. I remember being 12 and being at class and some classmate taking his shoes off, his socks were wet with sweat and he smelled, he was one of my bullies, and tho I hated him even at the time I remember feeling oddly attracted to the idea of him in his socks near me, when I was 16 I remember the smell of my barefoot classmates during certain exercises/games we played in class, the strong cheesy smell, the odor made me go crazy. There's something about dirty socks, the smell, the look, the stains showing me the outline of a man's toes. It drives me wild to lick, to suck, all that, but I gotta say I think what mostly drives me crazy is sniffing them, burying my face on men's socked feet, it's just unbearably hot.

I would really love if my future boyfriend would have my same love for tall, long socks as I do. It's always been in the back of my mind. I do find it embarrassing sometimes but having another man who has the same passion as me would make me feel so understood and accepted. I've met and talked to guys who are into feet but not really socks. Only once have i talked to someone who liked socks but it didn't last sadly. I really hope I can find someone out there.

I've only had a couple of experiences with socks in person, but both times were a ton of fun. Having my feet and socks worshipped and rubbed and played with felt amazing, and I immediately got horny from it, even just talking about it is arousing to me. Sniffing between the toes through the sock fabric while making out with the sole is something I just LOVE seeing, right along side with sock tickling. I can't get enough of that.

im obsessed with dirty white hanes socks, to the point that i genuinly struggle to engage in any sexual activity irl that doesnt invole dirty socks in some capasitiy. its frustrating but i love filthy socks so much, i can, with persiverance, do non sock stuff but its honnistly just not as fun, and it can be as simple as 'do what your told and you can huff my socks' as enough motivation to do any other kink/standard sex activity

A friend of mine, (a secret crush but unfortunately heterosexual), always showed the attractive sides of ego and narcissism involving his feet and socks as if hiding his own fetish. Any visit or contained party at his flat often inevitably involved him removing his socks and tossing them at me or a mutual friend, or trying to secretly leave his sock somewhere on me, (slung over my shoulder for example), as a joke/game for his own amusement. One day while we were both stuck out in the rain for several hours he removed his shoe to prove how sodden his long black socks had become and illustrated this by pressing his sole to a nearby wall exerting pressure until streams of black tinted water and moisture squeezed out from his sock fabric, making me envious of an inanimate wall!

Well I... used to steal my dad's socks a lot back then, when I was like, 7 or so. I did feel odd when sniffing them, but... Like, I was never disgusted, at all. I don't quite recall the reason of why I began doing it on the first place, but for some reason, his feet were ''forbidden'', and my innocence got the best of me. I wanted to know why, because I would never be allowed to see him without his boots. My life was pretty much changed after I found out why he kept those things on.
Ugh, I don't even think that ''stink'' is a proper word, because the stench they had...
When I eventually had the chance to see him without his boots all the time, I didn't even need to sneak sniffs, his feet were reaaaally potent, reason why he always wore boots even when resting.
He was... pretty unclean, a car mechanic that skipped showers quite often and, ugh, his feet smelled terrible. But I somehow never complained.
The smell was clearly making me tear up, but something was... clearly stirring somewhere in my belly. Eventually, I did find out I liked not only my dad's socks, but his feet as well.
How to describe the smell... earthy, musky, leathery even? Like from the smell stored inside the insoles of his thick boots, since he dared to wear boots sockless sometimes... But they were specially cheesy and spicy... Like it really burned to smell it closely. He sometimes just changed footwear often, but that didn't stop making that cheesy scent wear off of any of his footwear man... so many shoes and sandals wasted in days...
And every time he swapped into a new pair of sandals, they always smelled like... A cheesy smokey scent mixed with years worth of sweat, grime and cheap plastic.

I have loved the sight of a shapely man in his socks since I was a kid, far younger than I should have been to have started having any of these thoughts. From the outset, my sexual fantasies almost always included men in socks doing it, and I struggled to see why other people seemed so apathetic to it. I have always liked the aesthetic of tennis players, kilted men, and heavy booted tradesmen and adventurers. The older I got, the more I became aware of what socks were worn by suited men, and how socks could be worn in a deliberately flirtatious way (e.g. tube socks in vintage American porn).

To me, socks were and continue to be as significant a part of a man's sexy look as jockstraps and boxer briefs. The fact that my interests aren't really acknowledged by porn filters or the general consensus of men-enjoyers frustrates me, and I must have spent god knows how many late nights gooning while trying to find the perfect image or video. These days, thankfully, it's better and much easier to find content that turns me on.

But unfortunately, I still feel like I don't have that many people to share my interests with, even though it is clearly not such a small or obscure niche anymore. Finding someone online to meet up with has been difficult enough, but there are some more kink-liberal places than others. But it still somewhat pains me to divulge to a prospective meetup that I want them to wear this type of sock, and that I want them to keep them on the whole time. I feel that ironically, this taboo is both an obstructive and an enabling force at the same time: obstructive because there are just so few opportunities to *truly* enjoy sex, and enabling because the satisfaction of finally finding something or someone gives me the high that I can use to fuel my next search.

The online kink community definitely helps relieve a lot of this tension and frustration. Sharing content and interacting with fellow users (no matter how fleetingly) is fun, and keeps some of this taboo excitement alive. I don't know if I could or would have it any other way (e.g. have absolutely vanilla sexual preferences), but I suppose I do find myself cursing my sock fetish more often than thanking it, lol.

One of my biggest fantasies ever is for a really hot guy to notice me wearing my TNT dress socks and showing their interest and running their hand up my leg for more of the field and getting so turned on that they have to bend over their desk and fuck me right there with my socks up on their shoulders.So far that has not happened lol. I have been able to integrate my sock fetish into my day-to-day life since I wear OTC socks of some kind just about every day.