Smelling Steven's Socks: Part 2
by AWR

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My first evening with Steven’s socked feet was nothing that extraordinary.

He had told me to come down to his apartment, which was in the basement, and I followed him there. We chatted for about 5 minutes and he asked a few questions, including, why I liked his socks and what made me get into sock feet, all the while, listening intently. When we finished chatting, he allowed me to remove his black dress shoes, which he now had on, and sit on the couch and work on his socks and feet...they were incredible! He had put on the pair that I had in my pocket, when he first found me in his apartment. It was now an hour later and he had been wearing the shoes for that time, which moistened them and made them stick to his feet, as I noticed when I removed his shoes. I began massaging them with my hands and then, within a few minutes, he was placing one over my face, and then the other one...they were incredible...I was no laying down on the couch, at his feet, while he massaged them over my face, deliberately rubbing his toe area and heel on my nose...it was heaven.

For the next 3 weeks, we met each day, after his work, so that I could give him a foot massage and he could use my face as a foot rest. On one occassion, he wore the same pair of socks or a whole week...the socks were very shiny now, when I removed his shoes and the aroma was incredible. At the end of the third week, he decided to make things more interesting by having me suck on his toes and then remove his socks and start licking those warm, sweaty feet...eventually, he would get very hard and the bulge would soon be pushing on his black dress pants, which he would eventually start allowing me to take care of. This began one night when he asked if I would stay overnight.

He told me that I could spend the night at his feet, under his covers in bed, and that he could do a little rubbing of his own(he then gave me a wink). He and his girlfriend had been fighting and he was in need of someone to get him off and since I was already working on his cock, it only made sense to give me the full treatment and so, Saturday night was our night, after work. We proceeded to his bedroom after he had come home from work. He was sporting a goatee, which was a major turn on for me, and within a few minutes, we were fooling around under the covers in his bed and he was totally engulfing me in his arms and quietly started tickling me with his goatee...it felt great being there with him, knowing that I was going take his erection within a couple of minutes...he slowly turned me over and started to insert his huge rod into my anal area.

It took a few minutes for me to accept his large tool but eventually, I did, and that night, I spent several hours with him inside me and his socks over my mouth to keep from screaming out while he was thrusting his tool in and out, near the end of each session. After about 4 hours, we both lay there, exhausted, and fully satisfied...he put his arms around me an we both dropped off into a deep, restful sleep....the next morning, we both went our separate ways, to meet up that night.

Several months later, Steven entered the police academy and completed his training to becoming one of Ontario’s finest men in blue...he was given the full uniform and the gun/handcuffs to go with it. We used, those handcuffs on many nights and those sessions were incredible. Sadly though, within a year after becoming a police constable, he was diagnosed with cancer and never survived. I still remember our times together and the last pair of socks I received from him, before this all happened, still sit in a sealed ziploc baggy and are a reminder of the times we spent together.

The End