His Name Was Avery
by madaboutsox@yahoo.com

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His name was Avery. He was one of our servers at a hotel where I worked as a catering manager. He was 21 years old, black hair, dark eyes and sexy, beefy size 10 feet.

Being the sock hound that I am, I was constantly aware of his footwear, from the well worn musty sneakers and white athletic socks he wore for setup, to the pair of black leather, lace up dress shoes with black dress socks for events.

I can't tell you how I lusted after his socks, fantasizing the day I would not only see his hot-socked feet, but also maybe even get his amazing socks in my face. My day finally came, or rather my evening.

Avery finally landed on my crew for a wedding reception. As usual he arrived wearing those same sneaks and white socks, apparently coming directly from playing hops with some buddies. I almost began to drool thinking of how hot and sweaty his socks would be. I noticed he took his duffel bag and dropped it in the employee prep area.

As the evening's business took over my thoughts, it was a few hours before I noticed that Avery had changed into his server's uniform. I took note of his sexy feet now wrapped in a pair of black dress socks encased in those tight black shoes. And what about the sneakers and white socks?

At my first opportunity I slipped away to find that duffel bag.

I found my prize on a bench in the men's restroom. His sneaks were setting on the floor below. To my delight his white socks were stuffed into the shoes. They were thick white athletic socks with the thick padded gray soles from the toes to back up the heels. A personal fave of mine. I shoved them into my face and inhaled the smell of those socks like it was oxygen. They were incredible. The smell of those socks was so hot! Funky and musty from what had to be a few days wear.

My cock was throbbing in my pants. I slipped into a stall and dropped my slacks and briefs to my ankles. I shoved one of those hot socks onto my cock and buried my face in the other, imaging Avery feeding me one of his hot socked feet, demanding me to worship, lick, suck on that hot sock. His other socked foot shoved into my crotch, me humping that thick soft gray soled sock ‘til I shot my load. My cum oozing onto his sock toes. Then him lifting that sock to my face forcing me to suck my own cum from his sock.

I shot a huge load all to quickly. An incredible vision in my mind and a load of my cum in one of Avery's socks. Knowing I couldn't leave Avery a cum soaked sock, I nabbed both socks, slipping one into each pocket and returned to the banquet hall.

After the reception, when cleanup began, I noticed once again that Avery had slipped away to change back into his street clothes for teardown. I smiled broadly when for some reason, it appeared that Avery was wearing his sneakers with no socks…… And what about the black shoes and black dress socks?

At my first opportunity I slipped away to find that duffel bag.

I found my prize on a bench in the men's restroom. His shoes were setting on the floor below. To my delight his black dress socks were stuffed into the shoes. They were thick, soft black gold toe dress socks with threadbare patches at the toes and heels.