Hi everyone. The main purpose of my writing is to help satisfy my obsession with socks. I've been obsessed with knee socks, crew socks, thigh highs, high top sneakers, tube socks, tights, nylons, boots...(the list goes on) since I was in 4th grade. I realized it was a full blown sock fetish once I learned what a fetish is and haven't stopped since. I hope you enjoy my writing and anyone male, female, or otherwise who shares the same fetish feel free to reach out to me.
I was settling into the small house I had just bought in a suburban neighborhood outside of Pittsburgh. A single male naturally my first thought was how the dating scene was and what my luck would look like. As a tall, in shape, attractive male I shouldn't have a problem but like all human beings in a new place, doubt was creeping in. My last relationship had ended on my own terms but it had been a 3 month dry spell since. It was time to get back into the scene.
Unfortunately, there was a long list of things in my way before I could pursue this goal. I'd had to stay at a hotel for 2 weeks while the house was being finished to liveable standards and was down to my last few...casual outfits. When i say casual i mean athletic shorts, tshirts, hoodies. I'd been dressing like I was a poor college kid for 2 days now and the dirty laundry bags outnumbered my boxes of possessions I had yet to unpack. The washer and dryer had not been delivered and was on backorder due to production shortages.
The closest I'd been to a "public" laundromat was the washer/dryer room in college but I was quickly seeing I was about to lose my coin operated washer/dryer virginity. I fired up my phone and lazily googled "laundromats near me", set distance to "within 5 miles" and drew no results on the search. It became clear to me that most suburban neighborhoods were unlikely to be frequent users of such a service. I extended my search to a 10 mile radius and drew 1 result 9 miles away. Loading the address into the gps on my phone, I was informed I would arrive very close to closing time. A chore for tomorrow it appeared. I'd at least have time to sort my clothes tonight and unpack the bare essentials for the evening.
I only had kitchen plastic trash bags to put my dirty laundry in during my hotel stay so upon unknotting them the stench was interesting to say the least. Familiar with gym locker rooms a wave of nostalgia hit me and quickly passed. Next was a somewhat familiar smell of sweaty socks that had again dried out. I didn't think I had feet that stunk but this first bag of dirty laundry was making me second guess myself. I knew I had sweaty feet but didnt think they had a smell to speak of. I stood there for a minute dazed, idly breathing in through my nose to catch more of the dried sweat and musty smell that only comes from the inside of a sneaker. Strangely, I noticed I felt somewhat aroused. My cock was not semi erect and I could feel the head pressed against the front seam of my athletic shorts.
My own actions suddenly gave me pause. What was i doing? Embarrassed for myself that the smell of sweaty feet (let alone my own) was making me light headed; i started sorting the first bag. Khaki shorts, polo shirts, long sleeve t-shirts, a few pairs of underwear and a ton of socks. This had to be one of the first bags because it had most of my nice clothes. It was apparent as the piles of sorted clothes were in front of me that i had something going on with socks. 6 pairs of socks in various colors with only 3 complete outfits to accompany them. I would sort the socks last i decided. Sorting the other items into lights, darks, and whites i chuckled at my underwear shortage which was easily explainable; i barely wore underwear except when absolutely necessary. This had started in high school and continued into my present 30's. All the other items were quickly sorted and only the socks remained. Why was i so excited about this all of a sudden? I picked up the first one on the pile. A gray crew length tube sock with three green stripes at the top. I paired it up to its mate. I took a closer look and could see the faint patterns of my foot on the bottoms that had collected the dirt from the bottom of my shoes while sweating and probably from the carpeted floors of the hotel I'd stayed at. They still felt damp in my hands. I knew i had used the hotel gym while wearing them and they must have only partially dried in the plastic bag. I was again becoming aroused, making a low tent in my athletic shorts. Without thinking i brought them up to my nose. A wave of vinegar-like aroma entered my nostrils and i sensed a drop of precum seep out of my cock as it continued to stiffen. The vinegar smell subsided and turned into the musty smell of a shoe that had just been worn. I could smell the leathery fabric scent of the adidas pro-model high tops i had worn with them. My cock was rock hard and i could feel the head straining against the seam uncomfortably. I reached down and pulled it to the side which only intensified the pleasure once my hand touched it. I dropped the socks in the correct pile; noting my excitement and partial embarrassment at my pervy behaviour. I was alone; so who cares?
I continued to sort the socks, not repeating the near religious worship of any further pairs and moved on to the next plastic trash bag of dirty laundry. 5 pairs of socks this time. The piles of clothes grew bigger as I sorted and I felt my now semi-hard cock detach itself from the partially dried precum spot on the inside of my shorts. I felt like a freak and was loving it. I'd been into feet since I was young but was excited to find a new subject for arousal. I moved on to the new pile of dirty socks. This time being selective. I chose a thick thermal cream colored boot sock with a red ribbed top and red reinforced heels and toes. I had worked them inside my black Doc Marten combat boots several days before and remembered sweating profusely inside my boots. The socks had light grayish black ink transfer stains almost to the top of the red ribbing from the inside of my well worn combat boots. They were well used. The bottoms had a light coating of grayish dirt, some of which was never washing out.
The dirtiness was exciting to me and I could smell the leather of the boots they had so long occupied even though they were over a foot away from my face. These hadn't made it into the bag immediately after slipping them off my feet. They had laid on the hotel sink for a day so they were dry but somewhat stiff in my hands from the dried sweat of my size 12 foot. I lifted them to my face and immediately the leather scent intensified so much that it intoxicated me. My cock twitched, strained against my mesh shorts and again let loose a somewhat large load of precum; telling of my arousal. The wave of smells inundated my senses. Leather, tangy vinegar, must, salt, and the smell that comes with aged fibers that have been wet and dry again countless times. I reached down and rubbed my aching erection through my shorts and my body twitched with sensitivity and my knees went weak. I kneeled in front of my dirty sock pile with one hand rubbing my cock through my shorts; the other holding the boot socks to my nostrils. I was in ecstasy. I don't know how long I rubbed my cock smelling my worn old dirty boot socks but the inside of my shorts were extremely wet. I used my finger tips to stimulate my swollen cock head while the shorts muted my touch. I came to the edge of shooting my load several times and my cock was aching from the abuse I was instilling on it.
Reluctantly I lowered the cream and red socks and set them in their correct clothes pile. Standing I realized I was drunk on euphoria after my edging session and knew I wasn't going to stop there. The satisfaction of emptying my aching ball sack was calling to me. I sorted the rest of the socks from the bag quickly, avoiding the idea of doing the same with all pairs of socks involved. I wanted to get to the next bag. The leather and vinegar smell of the socks I had just held to my face lingered in my nostrils. I felt like I could practically taste it on my lips. My cock sent waves of electrical pleasures coursing through my body as I moved to the next bag. I removed my shorts and tshirt and realized I was dying of thirst from my heavy session. Moving to the refrigerator, a semi-hard cock swinging before me, I decided to add to my already pleasurable experience and grabbed a beer from the door. Cracked it, took a large swallow and carried it back to the living room.
Returning to the remaining bags on the floor I randomly selected one and dumped it. Socks would be last. After sorting the uninteresting items I was again left with 6 pairs crumpled on the floor. A white pair of royal blue striped over the calf tube socks I'd owned for an exceptionally long time caught my eye but the rest were appealing as well. Adidas crew socks, black with three gray stripes around the ball of the foot. Some areas were lighter due to the dried sweat that had collected on them; around the toe area was especially stained. White champion crew socks with gray heels and toes; boringly clean looking but dirty on the bottom. Green Under Armour over the calf compression socks I'd worn to the hotel gym when I first arrived, neon yellow and black nike dri-fit mid-calf socks covered in tiny fabric pills from the chaffing that occurred inside my workout sneakers on the elliptical. You could barely make out the small L and R that designated their correct foot placement. The bottoms were wearing thin from heavy use. The sixth pair was an unbranded pair that was mismatched but I kept in hope their mates would turn up some day. Both generic, one was a plain white ribbed cotton over the calf knee sock and the other was close to the same but the ribbing was a different design. Both had been in my drawer for some time and had dirt stains on the back of the heel. It was also clear they'd taken more than one trip in my combat boots as some of the dye transfer was permanent now. They were well used.
My arousal at this point was at full mast once again and the red tip of my cock swollen and so sensitive I could feel the air move across its wet tip as I stood naked in front of a pile of my new obsession. Another gulp of my strong IPA. The alcohol was hitting me now and I was relaxed and aroused all at once. I scooped up some of the pile of dirty socks and lifted them to just in front of my face. The leathery vinegar smell of the last pair was washed away by the stale smell of socks that had been sitting wet, followed by the typical stench of dried sweat and old fabric. Realizing I was barefoot I decided to wear the blue striped white tube socks. Standing with a massive erection I sloppily stood one leg at a time and slipped them on. The sweat dried fabric put up some resistance as I slid my foot down inside and worked the tube further up my leg. Leaving them haphazardly at different heights on my legs I quickly made my choice of which pair of the remaining socks would assist me in my sexual release. The neon yellow pair of dirty Nike crew socks clasped firmly into my hand; I made my way to the couch.
My cock bobbed like a concrete post hanging off my pelvis as I sat on the leather couch, the setting sun illuminating the room through the window out to the street. I examined the neon socks closely and admired the dirt on the bottoms, the worn sections which were so thin I could see through to the ring spun cushioning of the interior, and the external stains that came with living life. I lifted them to my face and inhaled. I wrapped my hand around my 7" steel rod. My body shook in ecstasy from just the touch. The smells. The stale sweat and old moisture smell. I could smell my running shoes as if they were in the room with me. The salty remains of dried sweat mixed with the pungent sharp foot odor of a hard workout sent my cock twitching while I slowly and carefully massaged my stiff rod. Precum oozed out at a constant rate, my hand was wet, lubricating my dick and adding to the sensitivity. I moved my index finger around the head of my cock, collecting the precum and lubing my motions in continual waves of pleasure. My body quaked in pleasure. I reached down and massaged my sack, drawing even more blood to my already engorged and tortured cock. The foot odors aroused me and I noticed how the cotton and nylon material felt against my face. An old idea came back to me. I separated the left sock from its mate and opened the top of it. Sliding it over my swollen member was excruciating pleasure as i could feel each section of the ribbing lightly caressing my cock with a mild level of compression. My motions were slowed further as I worked my way closer to the edge; the precum flowed in rivers. Minutes of this carried on and the alcohol was in full effect. The sock was soaked again. Instead of my foot sweat my precum lubed the sock as I bobbed it up and down on my cock. Its mate bathing my nostrils with the scent of dried sweat and old shoes.
My body hit a point of extreme relaxation I had never felt the likes of. My genitals tensed but I wasn't ready yet. I painstakingly slid the soaked gym sock off my cock and folded the soaked ribbed top back over the footed section of the sock. I quick whiff brought the semi-sweet smell of sex mixed with old gym socks. This was it. I slid the gaping opening of my sock back over my member and felt the tip of my cock nestle into the toe box of my old gym sock. The cotton material lightly brushed across the head and I had to pause for fear of blowing my wad. When the wave passed I began stroking again. Slowly bringing myself back up to speed as the waves of sexual satisfaction had my toes curling in the cotton tube socks on my feet. The self awareness of what I was doing caused another torrent of precum to soak the once dry section of the sock that was pleasuring my tip. The sock now made a wet suction noise as I jacked my hard dick to a deserved release.
The odor of my gym sock held to my face. The dirty striped tube socks I was wearing. The soaked sock slapping and compressing around my hard cock. I was over the edge! My ass cheeks clenched, my body tensed, my toes curled and I let out a gasp as my hand stroked the used sock and a massive orgasm exploded through my body. The first spurt of previously trapped cum exited my cock with such force a small geyser of it oozed out of the threadbare section of the sock and ran onto my hand. Still I gushed, inhaling the foot sweat odor and toes still curled. The sock was sopping wet and I continued to cum; my eyes closed in ecstasy and body convulsing with each fresh burst of my juices. Spasm after spasm felt like an eternity and walked the line between pain and pleasure as my cock was almost raw. The thick cum stopped flowing as my sack finished emptying itself into the sock and my body sank into extreme relaxation. The sock still encapsulating my still rock hard cock, I sat for minutes in exhaustion and gratification. Pulling myself together, I slid my now twice used gym sock off my cock, turned it right side out and sat back. The sock made a wet slap on the laminate floor as i lazily dropped it off the couch. I turned sideways and put my tube socked feet up onto the leather couch. Looking at their shape as they slouched around my calves I marveled at how turned on I'd been and my other worldly masturbation session. I should be embarrassed; but I wasn't.
......To be continued