My Chiropractor & Sheer Socks
by Jay Gee

I began seeing him when my neck locked up. I went into his office and couldn't believe it when this great looking guy came in--about 6', 160, solid well proportioned body, dark brown curly hair, blue eyes. He was wearing nylon socks and loafers. At the first appointment we were talking--all the usual medical stuff. When we got to the origin of my last name he mentioned that his wife was also from the same ethnic background and then asked me if I knew what a certain phrase that his wife uses meant. I replied yes, it means 'give me a kiss.'

We then went into the examination room, he had me take my shirt and shoes off and then he gave me my first adjustment. I went back a couple of times a week for the next few weeks and it was always business as usual, although I swore that he seemed to pay closer attention to working on my feet and ankles which were covered in black OTC sheer socks. Then would remain sitting as I left, making notes in my file.

Finally, this one night, we were talking as we usually did and I mentioned that I didn't feel like cooking (I was single and still quite naive at the time) so I was going out to grab a bite. He then mentioned that his wife was away and that he was going to be doing the same thing and then asked if I minded some dinner company. I said sure, and asked him when and where to meet him. He still had a few patients, so we agreed that he'd meet me at my apartment since it was on the way.

When he got to my apartment, I was on the phone so I told him to sit down in the living room, forgetting that I had been in the middle of folding laundry. When I got back to him, he was sitting on the couch looking at a pair of my socks. I think that I embarrassed him when I walked in be cause he seemed to be flustered. He offered an excuse that he had gotten up from the couch to change the channel on the TV and that my socks had stuck to his pants (remember this was the 70's when polyester was the material of choice). He also mentioned that he'd noticed that I always wore these socks and that his wife had recently seen them in a men's store window and passed a comment that she thought they were sexy. He then confided that he would be embarrassed to go buy a pair. Still being naive, I then volunteered to loan him a pair to try ... knowing that they would give me some j/o fantasies. He put them on and we then went out to dinner.

During dinner, he commented how great they felt and that he was still a little self conscious about wearing them. I told him not to worry because they looked fine. After dinner, he mentioned that he would not be doing laundry until the weekend and that he would return my socks when he saw me at my next appointment. I spent the next few days replaying my memories of the evening as I j/o'd over how great he had looked in my socks. These sessions were even more special because I found that he must have absentmindedly left his black OTC nylon socks on my end table when he put my sheers on!

The following week when I went in for my next appointment, everything started out the same as usual, but there was something different in his touch as he performed my adjustment. Then he said that he'd just learned a new technique and proceeded to sort of lay on top of me as he worked on my legs, explaining that he needed to use his weight to keep me in place. While doing this he asked what I was doing for dinner since his wife was still out of town. I told him. And while I was putting my shirt and shoes back on, he sat down and I noticed that he was wearing the socks that I'd loaned to him. We agreed that he would meet me at my apartment after he finished with his last patient.

As if he planned it, when he arrived at my apartment I was on the phone so I told him to go into the living room and to make himself at home since I was talking to my fiancee. When I finally got back to him, he was sitting on the couch with this strange smile in his eyes. He had taken his shoes off and made it a point of showing me that he wasn't as self conscious as he had been about wearing my socks and that he hoped that I wasn't upset because he was wearing them again. I was mesmerized because, as he was saying this, he kept moving his foot in this slow, seductive manner, causing the material to wrinkle and then smooth. With that he smiled, got up off the couch and announced that he was starving while slipping his feet back into his shoes.

At dinner he was more talkative than usual, talking about anything and everything, yet he also seemed very distracted. He was almost like a little kid with a secret that he was just dying to tell to someone else, so he simply keeps talking to keep it in. All during dinner he would glance down at his feet (he was sitting with his legs crossed) and then look back up at me with that smile in his eyes. He would continue with our dinner conversation, but I began to notice that each time this happened he would either bring up a reference to his wife or my fiancée.

In the meantime, I had slipped my feet out of my shoes because it was hot and getting hotter by the moment ... yet my naivete and denial of this aspect of my sexuality kept me innocent in the sense that I was horny but still didn't pick up on the signals that he was trying to send. As dessert arrived, he uncrossed his legs and while we were eating, I thought that I felt a quick, light touch on the tip of my big toe. I looked over at him and he was looking down at his plate, seemingly to be concentrating on his dessert and still talking a mile a minute. Then it happened again, only this time it stayed a little longer, long enough to feet the dampness of his sock and the warmth of his toes on mine. I moved my foot, yet within a minute he was back so I moved my foot again. However this time he used both feet to gently caress mine in the same manner as you would hold and caress hands on top of the table. He also was now looking directly into my eyes in a manner which touched my soul.

I was spellbound. The tender touch of his left foot as it slid up my right leg was indescribable. I didn't know what to say, but knew what he had been trying to tell me all evening and, most importantly, that I would not be masturbating about this fantasy man alone in my bed after dinner. We finished dessert in virtual silence, neither knowing what to say ... yet fully communicating what was to come next via our feet. When the waiter brought us the check, he commented how quiet we had become and we just laughed and said that we had reached our limit of 2500 words for the day.

When we got into my car in the parking lot, he finally broke the silence, telling me what a turn on it was for him to see me blush and watching the sparkle enter my eyes as I came to full understanding of his desire for me ... and acknowledgment of my desire for him. I leaned toward him ready for my first homosexual kiss; he reached over and put his hand on my thigh telling me that it was too soon for me to do anything like that in public and that we could continue at his house since it was closer.

As I drove he asked me how long I had been wearing sheer socks and, more importantly, how long had I been attracted to other guys who wore them. I responded that it had been about 10 years ... since puberty. He then explained that puberty was about the time that he'd first noticed his attraction to men in sheer socks too, and that he'd had several relationships through high school and college, but that they'd ended about 5 years earlier when he got married.

However my arrival in his office, coupled with his wife's absence, broke the dam holding back these desires and that he wanted ... no make that needed ...to act upon. We arrived at his house and before getting out of the car, he asked me if I was sure that I wanted to go inside. I responded with a resounding "YES!!!" And once inside of the house he repeated the phrase that his wife had taught him and took me in his arms. At this point, I lost what few reservations and control that I still had over my denial. I just knew that being there with him was the most natural thing in the world to me.

We stood there kissing, grinding our hips into one another. I was so excited that I couldn't stop. He broke the kiss and led me to the couch, telling me that I needed to take my time to savor the moment and enjoy my new found passion. I asked him to teach me EVERYTHING. His answer was to pick up my foot and tenderly planted a kiss on my toe. He then told me to just lie back, close my eyes, and relax as he then proceeded to massage my left foot. He started working on each toe with a kiss and then massaging each in succession, followed by the ball of my foot, my arch and then my heel, while massaging my other foot between his. I thought that it was heaven!

Being new at this, I offered to remove my sock, but he told me not to because, as the saying goes; clothes ... or in this case socks ... make the man.' Upon hearing this statement, my mind exploded because he knew. He was able to articulate the essence of my sexuality-- the part that I always knew was there but could never put into words. I didn't know that it was possible to become so thoroughly engaged in an act of passion that I had previously only imagined. As he moved to my right foot, he shifted our positions--moving my left foot to his chest and placing his right leg between mine. He resumed making love to my foot with his tongue and his hands, alternating between kissing, massaging, and fondling the silky sheer nylon fabric of my sock. I took my left foot and massaged his chest through his silky black Quiana shirt, playing with his now erect nipple with my toes. He responded by using his big toe to stroke the area between my scrotum and anus. Just as I reached the point where my throbbing phallus began screaming for relief, he stopped and pulled both of us up on our feet.

Resuming our kiss, our hands began exploring each other while I explored his feet with mine. Instinctively knowing that it was now time to move to the next level of manly passion, we began undressing each other. Opening each other's shirts one button at a time; revealing his mature, well defined upper body which was covered by a moderate covering of curly reddish brown hair. Reluctantly, yet hungrily, I moved my lips from his, working my way down his throat to his nipple and began to nurse, alternately sucking and nibbling. He responded by moving his hands down my back, slipping them inside the waist band of my pants and underwear, pulling my hips toward his. He whispered in my ear that if I was sure that I was ready to move to the next level, that we would be more comfortable on his bed.

Once in the bedroom he approached me from behind and began nibbling on my ear, reaching around my waist and undoing my pants. As they fell to the floor, I turned to face him. I placed my hands on his hips and tentatively moved toward his belt buckle, searching his eyes for permission to proceed. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back in approval. I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. My chiropractor ... my Adonis ... stood before me wearing nothing more than his cap toe and heel OTC sheer black socks and sheer black boxer shorts. And I stood before him in my matching socks and red nylon briefs.

He took my hand and led me to his bed where he taught me how to use my hands, feet, and socks to make love to a man. Removing and dressing in each others socks and underwear ... placing our socks on our hands to fondle one another ... slipping them over engorged shafts. We were stimulating each other to the brink of explosion, yet backing off and relaxing only to repeat the process several more times until we finally succumbed with more force than I ever dreamed was possible.

We spent that night together and got together regularly during the next three months before I was transferred to another state. Each time he taught me something new making each session more passionate than the last. As I said at the beginning of this story, it's been over 20 years since we've been together, but I still have the socks that he left in my apartment that day and the pair of sheer socks that he wore that first time. I take them out from time to time and use them to relive some of our times together.

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