I’m really attracted to feet. I realized I was attracted/had a foot fetish from a very young age. I found the being on athletic teams and in the locker rooms in the overall smell and sensation to be an incredible turn on. I have always found older men specifically attract attractive, and the way that their hairy legs, ankles, toes all disappear within a white tube sock.

Overall, I would say I have a foot fetish, and socks are part of feet.

My fetish grew when I was in high school. My dad wore business casual attire to work, and part of it is wearing crew-length black dress socks with black leather dress shoes. He only has one pair of dress shoes so he wore the same shoes every day.

When he comes home at night from work, he just removes his shoes and places them near the door (we are an Asian household lol). He usually passes out on the couch with his black socked feet propped up. Me and my mom sleep at the one bedroom of our house (we have a small house).

I wait until everyone is asleep. My signal is usually my father’s loud snoring. When I hear the snoring, I creep in to the living room to make it to where his socked feet are. I kneel at the edge of the couch and take my position. I start at underneath his socked toes because I know that the smell is the strongest there. I lightly place my nose at his socked toes and take a bunch of whiffs. The smell is immediately heavenly - I can still remember it today.

The smell of his socked toes is very sweaty and a little vinegary. Not overpowering and not too musky. It just has the right hint of sweat and sourness to it. I take my time savoring the scent of his socked toes.

Then, I move to his heel. The smell there is very leathery, like the smell of his shoes. I move my nose up until I am at the arch, where the smell of leather meets the smell of sweat. I shudder at the mixture of scents of my dad’s socked foot and this is mainly the reason for my black dress sock fetish - the smell of leather and sweat in black dress socks turns me on so much!

My dad wore these nylon ribbed dress socks, and, since I am very curious, I move on from sniffing and smelling to running my fingers up and down his socked soles to try and feel the material of his socks. That’s when I learned that my dad is ticklish, because, after running my fingers against his socked feet, his snoring stopped for a bit and he jerked his feet. Thus, another fetish was born - tickling!

I do this nightly routine of sniffing and tickling my father’s socked feet throughout high school. I moved out of the house to attend university so I snapped out my habit, but my fetishes are solidified since then.

Tenía 14 años, y tenia un amigo "Robert" el era grande de cuerpo y sudaba mucho, aveces solía ir a su casa a jugar, y teníamos una competencia con juegos de peleas, el que perdía tenía que hacer un reto, comer algo asqueroso, hacer una broma al vecino etc. Esto paso en un día de verano, fui de visita a su casa, ese día tuvimos la misma competencia de juegos, el usaba sandalias con calcetines en su casa y cuando perdí el me reto a oler sus pies con sus calcetines puestos, estos estaban sucios y aún que no estaba junto a el podía notar el olor a pies, antes ya los había visto y tenía curiosidad, pero en ese momento me hice el ofendido pero al último acepte, el se volteo hacia mi y levanto su pie pegándome en la cara, no tuve tiempo de reaccionar y comencé a oler, al principio creí que el lo retiraría rápido pero no lo hizo y el tenía una cara burlona pero morbosa y yo comenzaba a oler con más profundidad, paso el rato y a rober se le notaba el bulto en su short , después de eso aleje a Robert y le dije que ya pasó el tiempo, el pareció retomar el control y se veía avergonzado, y trato de cambiar el tema, continuamos con el juego, después de eso cada vez que jugábamos el me ponía como reto oler sus patas, después de un tiempo me confesó que el no era gay pero le gustaba lo que hacíamos y ahí comenzamos una relación de sex amigos, con el tiempo fuimos más que amigos pero lo que más recuerdo de el es que era pervertido de los olores y aveces el se ponía a jugar mientras yo olía sus patas olorosas, con el descubrí muchos de mis fetiches.

Whenever my football coach took off his shoes after a game his feet would always stink up the locker room all the other boys didnt seem to care much about it as there feet were also smelly after a game and when I got home i would fantasize about the coach letting me worship his feet while i jerk off and one time he took off his socks and left them on the floor and when nobody was looking I picked them up and sniffed them deeply before shoving them in my bag and taking them home with me and sniff them while i jerk off

I remember being in class one day and one of my friends came in from playing football outside, when he got back he sat down and took his shoes off and all of a sudden was joking around saying things like, “take a sniff man it’s good for you” I was thinking “oh haha no way” until he kinda stuffed the opening of his shoe into my face and I got hit with the most amazing scent I’ve ever had cross my nose. I swear I like shuddered right in front of him. In the 2 seconds of his sweaty shoe being in my face I got a complete analysis of how his flavour was. It was so humid and sweaty and kinda smelled a bit like corn chips but with a strong musk or just general stink to them. That was the first time I was really introduced to the whole “socks” thing. His feet are size 14 :)