i stole a pair of socks from a basketball player friend

A young jock making me worship his damp white socks is a consistent image for my fetish and have been fortunate to have had this experience in real life.

When I was growing up my dad always had smelly feet. Though I don’t like to think of it as some incestuous idea I think having smelly feet now gives me some pride that I’m like my dad. My sock

My oldest/closest/best friend is an Armenian man, who was born and grew up in Eastern Europe, specifically Russia. He spent his adolescence in Russia, but his teenage and adult life, he was a naturalized immigrant in Los Angeles, California. There

I've noticed over the past few years that my fetish has become partly situational. When I was in my 20s I was into guys in socks and going straight for their socks as soon as I got the chance. Now

Socks, specifically on men, have literally been at the heart of everything sexual for me, every since I can remember, even before I knew it was even considered a sexual thing. I remember seeing other boys when I was primary

Socks are my addiction and i know i cant leave without them. i loved socks as long as i can remember, being so young attracted to them without knowing why i just knew and growing up this attraction to men

Had a friend who I started to fool around with - he became my Dad and introduced me to sock play- sharing socks, jerking off with socks, videoing each other with socks, and my eyes were open to the fun.

I’ve always enjoyed the image of a lad in white athletic socks, whether that’s the only thing he’s wearing or if he’s got them on and visible with his gym gear/casual outfits/shorts. I was older when I realised that the

I used to massage my uncle socked feet when I was 4. He had slip on leather shoes and wore black socks. As soon as he took off his shoes the smell of leather and cheesy feet filled the air.