I remember my first experience and how I came to love it was with someone close to me. Out camping we had been walking, getting dirty and on our feet alot. This person had large, long feet. They teasingly made me take off there dirty hiking boots, where I got hard. This person noticed and it turned them on. So the teasing moved to shoving his dirty big socked foot onto my face. He was wearing a thicker white sock but due to the weather and wear they had gone slightly yellow and were damp, dirty and reeked of sweat and odur. Feeling that on my face I was rock hard he noticed and then pointed out to me I must be into it. The rest of that night in the tent was spent with me playing, cleaning, worshipping, sniffing and cumming on his feet.

Socks are just an amazing kink. It all started in the boys changing rooms for PE at school. Lots of teenagers all in white crew socks was just a sight I fell in love with

Noticed that I was constantly staring at a classmate's feet in high school chemistry class and started looking up porn, realizing I was more attracted if feet were the focus (whether socked or bare, though I prefer bare)

Socks in mud was my first experience and I'm glad it is a kink I really began to explore after that

As a kid I liked to play with weird things. I liked to kick plastic bags and make games with bottle caps, for example. Our family had a bin of lost/mismatched socks and I began to really enjoy playing with them. I would like to take them out and do little competitions for softness, length, how they felt to wear, and a bunch of other things. I kept doing this and at some point it developed into me wearing the best ones, and eventually I started rubbing myself with them. This was before I even was able to produce anything, but it still felt good. I remember being surprised the first time something actually came up.

I think originally my love for socks was more broad, but as I kept enjoying them more and more, the types of socks I felt attraction to began to narrow somewhat. This developed in two separate ways- first, the socks being white became an absolute requirement. I think some of this stems from the culture on websites like reddit at the time (especially to someone who would just namesearch sock and read every post) was that white socks were ugly and you shouldn’t wear them. It initially caused me some guilt over the white socks I was wearing so for a few years I only wore black socks, and would fantasize about wearing white socks out in public. I particularly grew to like white socks with a grey toe and heel, to the point where I would say my attraction diminishes by around half without them. Hanes socks with the red seam and text are a particular favorite of mine, though just white socks with the grey is great as well. Interestingly I find that socks that put the grey along the entire sole of the foot diminishes my enjoyment.

The second element became the length. Growing up I didn’t like wearing long socks at all- I would only ever wear no shows or ankle socks, and dislike anything taller. Some of the socks that I grew to really really be attracted to at first white crew socks with a grey toe and heel. My dad had some he wore which were very stretched and really comfortable. I kept a pair in my bedroom and the bathroom and would wear them in bed. I eventually got the courage to wear them out a few days and loved the experience. I went from fantasizing about wearing them sometimes to every day, and wished I was wearing them when I wasn’t. I’m happy to say that they’re the only socks I ever wear now, and I love every second of it! I experimented with longer lengths and do enjoy knee-highs but above but find crew length is the perfect balance between being casual (something someone wears just for the sock element) and attractive.

As another note, I’d like to talk about my experience with my sock enjoyment and the fact that I am extremely asexual. I do not experience sexual attraction to others at all- I very much enjoy romance, but sexual attraction is just not something I value at all. Something I really struggled with for a while and was able to deal with in therapy is the fact that despite not feeling sexual attraction to others, I still do when men are wearing white crew socks. In school I would look at what other socks people were wearing and be pleased when I saw them wearing long white socks, but at the same time I felt guilt. Feeling unconsensual sexual attraction in that manner was a completely new experience to me and I had to grapple with that fact. Since then I’ve learned a lot more about sexuality and myself so I don’t really have that insecurity any more, but I figured it would be helpful for me to talk about this in terms of my asexuality.

My best mates, we was 13 yrs old, and we always hang on the park, We always loved to play fighting and one of my mates always loved to sit on you so your face was right up to his crotch, this day he was sat on top of me, and my other mate was sat infront of me of my head, pulling grass up and rubbing it on my forehead, the mate that was sat on me said I know from now on if you get sat on then the others have to punish you with something, next thing I know I saw him take his trainer off ( sneaker) and he forced my nose n mouth inside if his trainer, telling me from now on this is your punishment, I had his trainer on my face for about 15 mins , he took his trainer off my face and next thing I saw was this white sock foot coming down on my face, my other mate starting rubbing his white sock foot all over my face, snd then over my nose, telling me to have a sniff on them, they smell of roses. , I said no they dont they feel wet, then what he dis next he forced his sock foot in my mouth and he said well here if they wet suck it dry, they both laughing there heads off, he moved his foot out my mouth after 5 mins and forced it back on my nose, then my other mate that was sat on me, said well if you gonna suck his sock dry you gonna do mine, next thing I know I I had him forcing his white sock foot in my mouth, I was like that for a good half hour, they did that to me regular, after that as nd then they started forcing me to lick there trainers for them, many times I was on my hands n knees licking my best mates trainers for them both, that’s how I got into the foot/ sock / trainer fetish

When i was a kid my brain made a wird correlation with feet and expressing affection, and it got it weirder when it made an assosiation between the dark blu, smelly sock and the panther bagheera, from the jungle book.

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 dont really have a long story. I just realize that I love Sneaker first then man Socks in the School around 14. That was I think a really young age for that, but we don't really choose. Then I start buying used sneaker some time ago on Instagram and one time there was a pair of used socks included in. That when I confirmed that I like the scent and the aspect of used men socks... and then I start buying directly used socks. I never met anybody to do that directly as my situation with my relative is a bit complicated and I want to stay really discreet...

My first experiences with sock actually came slightly innocently. The adult men in my life loved WWE wrestling, so anyone around was often exposed to that environment as well. There was an old school wrestler Mankind, his finisher was the mandible claw, which is a move where you grab someone’s jaw from the inside. BUT he would pull out a sock (not one off his foot) to do the move. So one time the son of a family friend of my parents and I were wrestling and he did that move, except he used a dirty sock he was wearing to do it. It didn’t register at first for me that it was the sock, but some part of me REALLY liked what happened.
Freshman year is wear it really hit for me. I remember staying at friends house and sleeping in the same bed but the opposite way, so my head was at the foot of the bed, then vise versa. And my one friend who was active and even on the baseball team was asleep with socks on, so they were near my face and I remember inching closer slowly to be able to smell them. In fact I even told that friend and another one I was super close with about my fetish for socks and they were super understanding. AND both would actually find ways to tease me, by putting them near my face, rubbing their socked feet on my leg, or even taking there shoes off and kicking their socked feet on my lap with a grin. And I loved the teasing, so I’d never make them stop.
Now over 10yrs later I am happily married to a man who is INCREDIBLY accepting of my fetish, and loves to play with it to turn me on.