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 :)

Literally always loved feet, started with them just being dirty, liking when i was like 9, until i really noticed that it turns me on, when they get all sweaty and smelly haha, and went on forums to read about the experience from like-minded people, usually gaystuff and lots of footfetish stories. At first i was only very attracted to girlsfeet and straight-only, but slowly became muchh more bisexual over time and now i just love both, and have also developed just A LOT of fetishes and kinks in super different categories. Now im just OBSESSED with super extremly smelly feet and don't know any limit anymore, really can't be smelly enough 🥴, and clean socks and feet are just an absolute turnoff for me at this point, the opposite isn't tho 😵‍💫. I LOVE unwashed smelly sweaty feet with MONTHS or even years worn socks, that look absolutely toxic and rancid. I just love it so fucking much. Hence i do wear my own socks for as long as i want to, too. Usually i never stop wearing a pair, once i started haha.

My dad would get home from work and have my take off his work boots to reveal his white tube socks. I liked the look and smell and have been hooked ever since.

The first time I worshipped someone’s socks, it was my long distance boyfriend. We’d known each other for a long time and he knew about my kink, and when we first met, it was one of the first things we indulged in. He was wearing white puma ankle socks the day he came to visit me, and the smell after a long day of travel was incredible. Almost immediately his socks were on my dick, and we ended up spending two hours jerking off with his feet in my face. It’s probably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.

Socks have always been a huge turn on for me, but mostly i have found out the reason why emotionally as a child my fathers underwear and socks were some of the first things i discovered that turned me on for some reason, i realise as an adult its just the testosterone and pheromones involved hence why sweaty hot men in sweaty socks turns me on my kink for socks developed from liking it as a child i have no other way to explain it

Seeing dress socks on my teacher in middle school while he sat in his desk with his dress loafers barely hanging on! That was my first erection.

Had a strict aunt that ran everyone on schedules. Was over at their place once summer, swapped my cousins socks so he wore the same smelly ones twice over, made him miss his shower curfew, and then somehow managed to convince his sister to let us sleep in her room for the night so we had total privacy. He passed out, I moved to the foot of the bed and basically hot-boxed myself under the blanket with his socks. Got so horny I took them off, licked his feet clean and came a ton into my hands all while he slept. Been chasing that rush since, nothing’s come close

Experience - when I was school aged, there were a small group of us who would often stay the night at my neighbor’s. He had converted the garage into a pretty sweet hangout spot, with TV, video games, a refrigerator, etc.
no beds, just a couple of couches.
Because the garage wasn’t heated, we would often “dogpile” on the couch to keep warm. This often meant having at least one pair (often times two) of socked feet in my face.
I remember once there was a conversation, while they thought I was asleep. It almost seemed like they were going to make fun, but then they all kind of shrugged it off like “I guess he likes it” and they kind of wiggled their feet a little closer.
I never openly admitted to it, but I never stopped it from happening either. And yes, I definitely liked it.

Fantasy - I want to experience a “consensual non-consent” scene. Yes, I’m usually a very willing participant, but the thought of being tied up, pinned down, and completely SMOTHERED is extremely exciting. Especially with more than one “bully”