Pool Socks
by Rick

Once I followed these two hot young blond guys into the pool at one of our nearby state parks. It was a place that it popular for campers and so the pool is quite popular in the afternoons. After paying and not given a basket to put my clothes in, I was surprised to discover the locker room had only open shelves for people to put clothes and shoes on while they were in the pool.

I sat down not far from where the two guys were and took my time getting ready. I slowly took off my sneakers and socks and carefully stole glances at the two of them as they began to unlace their own sexy sneakers and yank them off. It was hard not to stare as they ripped off their socks and stuffed them into their shoes. They were in a hurry to get into the pool. They slipped into their trunks and placed their shoes and socks on the nearest shelf.

I had just managed to get my own shoes and socks off as they were running out the door. They were in such a hurry to get into the water they hadn't been aware of me at all! And then, I realized with a surge of excitement in my stomach -- I was all alone in the empty locker room!

Quickly, I went and stood over the two guys' shoes and their wonderful white athletic socks inside. Choosing the pair that smelled the most funky and aromatic, I lifted one of the shoes up to my nose and sniffed deeply of the musky odor coming from inside the leather sneaker. My heart was now beating really fast and I heard some guys laughing outside as they bought their tickets. They would be coming soon!

But I couldn't stop myself as I pulled the sock from the shoe and held it up to my nose. Oh my gosh, it was still warm from being on the young blond guy's foot -- and it smelled of his sweat and of the moist leather shoe he had worn on his foot all day. The noises from outside were getting louder now, but I grabbed the other sock and held it up to my nose also. The damp, sweaty male foot odor and leather smell is like no other and I was overcome with the exhilarating aroma of the socks -- fresh and reeking of young male hormones.

Suddenly, I was jolted back to reality, as the voice of one of the guys coming in burst into my consciousness. I heard him say, "What are you doing?" and I realized he was in the locker room. He was looking straight at me. I said the only thing I could have said. "Boy, these socks are rank, I'll have to wash them tonight." At which point, I put them on and retreated to the restroom.

Breathing heavily (that had been close), I sat down on the toilet and lifted my feet up to smell of my 'new' socks. It was doubly exciting to smell the fresh, sweaty odor of another guy's feet and socks while holding my own feet and feeling the swelling in my groin. I quickly took them off again and frantically wiped them over my face as I jerked myself to an incredible orgasm. I grunted and moaned so loud I knew the guys in the locker room mush have heard, but I didn't care! It was almost as good as having sex and smelling the feet of the two hot guys at the same time.

The two guys! I had to get their socks back into their sneakers before they returned to the locker room!! Even though I didn't think they had noticed me, I didn't want to chance them seeing me again -- or worse yet catching me in the act. I had to wait until the guys who had seen me sniffing the socks had gone into the pool, but by that time some others had come in. How could I get the socks back where they belonged?

As I went back into the locker room, my pockets bulging from socks stuffed in them, I could see my two guys at the far door, coming back from the pool. I hurried over to the clothes shelf and without making any sudden movements, I pulled the socks from my pocket and quickly put them on the shelf beside the shoes. Then I took my own and sat down and started putting them on my feet. I hadn't had time to get the socks back in the guys' sneakers -- much less in the right ones!

As I put my shoes on, I heard one of the guys saying to the other, "Somebody took our socks out of our shoes, can you believe that?" And the other said, "You're kidding!! Hey!!! There's cum on my socks..."

By that time I had gotten my shoes back on and was out the door. I don't know if they accused some of the other guys in the locker room or not, but maybe some of them got some new ideas!! I still remember my day with those warm, sweaty socks and the two close calls I had almost getting caught.

PS -- Later that night, standing in line at the snack bar, one of the two guys, now alone, gave me a long and VERY sexy look, and I asked him how's it goin'. He smiled and said that he was still hot even after his afternoon swim. Would I like to join him for a dip in the river later in the evening? That's another story. . .

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