My sexual attraction to socks has led me to come out as gay in general. I do not believe I would be gay if it were not for my sock fetish

I first realized I was into socks in middle school. I already knew I was into dudes but it was interesting to slowly begin to discover my fetish. There was one guy who would always wear black adidas ankle socks and I would always stare at them in the locker room. It got to the point where I would get excited for gym class just so I could get a peak. I was addicted to the sight of men in black ankle socks and I became fixated on one video of two Russian guys in black ankle socks especially since one of them wore adidas socks similar to the ones I’d peep in the locker room (I haven’t been able to find the video again which is upsetting). At first I was only into black socks. For some reason seeing a guy in white socks (or anything other than black) was a complete turn off for me. As I got older though I gradually began to feel the same arousal for white socks and now I definitely prefer them over any other color/ pattern (hence my username @whitesoxbro). I’m really glad I had that shift in opinions because there’s nothing that turns me on more than a pair of sweaty white Nike crews with dirty soles. My favorite is when they’re slightly off white after many wears and washes. I also love seeing smelly socks in bed/ in a blanket or any kind of comfy and cozy spot. I fantasize about the idea of a hot guy with sweaty and dirty white socks relaxing in bed while I bury my nose into them taking slow deep sniffs. Sock piles are also a big turn on for me which I recently discovered. I get very distracted seeing a pair of worn socks tossed on the floor or sticking out of a laundry hamper. I recently started talking to a guy and he always leaves his dirty socks lying around and I have to fight the urge to pick them up and sniff them in front of him ( the kink topic has come up and he told me he’s not into any kind of foot play which I completely respect). That doesn’t stop me from taking whiffs of his socks when anytime he leaves the room though. Its a bit annoying that he’s not into it because the smell of his socks is so addicting and I wish I could get at them fresh out of his sneakers after a long day. For now though it remains my guilty pleasure hehe.

I first began to experience sexual impulses toward socks around the time I became sexually aware. Back in elementary school, when my father would toss his black socks onto the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel an urge to smell them. Later on, when my classmates wore black Nike socks, I felt similar desires—even though I didn’t yet realize that I was attracted to boys.

For a while, I dated girls, all the way up until just before college. It was only then that I began to slowly understand that I was actually more drawn to men. This realization was deeply significant for me, but even more so was coming to terms with my fetish. Over time, I learned to accept it as an integral part of who I am—something that makes me unique and, in a way, special.

That said, this part of me also makes it hard to find a long-term, stable relationship. I’m not particularly into anal sex, which is often expected in gay relationships, and that mismatch can make it challenging to find someone who is truly compatible with me.

My first experience liking socks was when I was little and my dad would get home from work and ask me take his boots off after work and I’d smell his smelly after work long boot socks. Now I can’t get enough

The first time I ever thought about socks in any meaningful way was when I was a kid. My dad would be on the couch and I'd be on the floor underneath him. He'd play footsie with my face, pedal pumping in his black socked feet. I don't recall them smelling particularly strong, and nothing sexual happened, but I suppose it did plant the seeds of SOMETHING in there. I'm sure it's the reason why I'm exclusively attracted to dads and older men, and particularly their feet and socks. Unlike that experience, though, I grew a taste for the absolutely pungent, reeking, cheesy, worn-for-weeks socks. The idea of just sniffing and smelling, taking that foul air into my lungs, letting it scramble my brain and my senses - it just sends a jolt of electricity all the way down to my cock. Fill my lungs with sock stink and I'll do just about anything.

I learned to love sock smelling by a very close friend with smelly socks

remember when I was around 6-8 years old I always loved helping my dad take his dress shoes off when he would come home from work. I remember how his feet/socks/shoes had an aroma, and never really thought that much of whether I liked it or not. I dont remember doing that except for a couple years...and then stopped as I was around maybe 9?

during college, room mate would take off shoes and he always had odorous sneakers. that scent finally clicked in my head and made me remember how it was similar to my dad's. Never acted on sniffing roommates sneakers or socks, but I did like that smell even though I gave him a hard time about it in a joking manner. he knew they stank.

after college and when living alone, I was at gym and saw a pair of black dress socks laying on floor, apparently left behind by whomever had used the locker. soft of the classic "bay porn story", but I picked them up and put them in my gym bad. had no idea who they belonged to, but I knew I was going to take them home and sniff them.

have been hooked ever since on sniffing a guy's used socks....as well as hiss shoes sometimes, as well as licking and sniffing feet. love a guy to do it tome as well.

The scent of a man on his socks and his underwear/jock is like poppers for me!

my first experience was sniffing my own socks.....made me very horny.....then finding a pair on the school locker room floor and smelling them......omg that was hot!

Attraction to socks started growing up playing sports. Even at a young age I would always match them to my uniform / jock.

Well, it started with my older brother’s stinky socks and feet, while we jerked each other off. Then I realized I was attracted to socks and feet while looking at my school mates in the lockers after PE classes. The locker room often smelled of sweaty worn socks.