Finally Told My Secret
by D. Walk

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So I have been in a relationship for three years now.

He is 32 years old and I am 22 and in college. Let’s just say older men have always been a turn on for me. My boyfriend is somewhat conservative in the bedroom, and it usually consists of the same things every time…predictable (but good!). I moved into his house and we have been living together for over two years now and I have withheld a childhood secret of mine from him our entire relationship as I am embarrassed. Since middle school I have had an attraction to socks. The smell would instantly arouse me every time gym class came, or my stepdad would take his work shoes off and leave his dirty used socks in the hamper.

There were several times where I wanted to be honest with him and tell him that I would love nothing more than to smell and get off to your socked feet, but once I was close to saying it I would get embarrassed and back out. My boyfriend is in good shape and is routinely working out, jogging, swimming, hiking, etc… so there have been countless times where he would come home all sweaty and take his shoes off, but leave his white low-cut sweaty socks on and all I want to do is get on my knees and smell and worship them but I have no idea how he would react. Of course, as soon as he would go to sleep, or take a shower I would find myself running towards the hamper to catch his socks while they were still warm and moist and get off with them wrapped around my nose.

Well it was going on the third year and out anniversary was coming up. This was really bothering me that I haven’t been honest with him so I thought what do I have to lose, if he thinks it is weird I will just never bring it up again. So it was a Thursday and Thursday’s are his bowling nights. After bowling in his white socks, they would smell so good I get hard even thinking about them in the used bowling shoes, and they are usually the same pair of socks he worked out in. I stayed home, and got the bedroom prepared for a night of romance.

I made a note for him that directed him to the bedroom where I would be laying naked. On the note I said, “Baby, I am in the bedroom and more than excited for you to come home. I am looking forward to some romance and intimate time with you. Something else that I have yet to tell you that turns me on is your used socks. Yes, I have a sock fetish its weird I know but it is just something that has always turned me on. Hope this little piece of news does not scare you away. Am waiting in the room, cannot wait to see you. Love, your BF.”

I taped the note to the middle of the hallway. Once I heard the car pull up my heart started racing a million miles a minute. The first thing I wanted to do was yank that damn sign down so that I wouldn’t be humiliated. It was too late though, the front door already opened, and I could hear his footsteps stop at the note just in front of the closed bedroom door. I laid with my head in the pillow, not sure if he was going to come into the room or not. A minute later, the bedroom door opened and then closed.

I didn’t say anything, I was really nervous and didn’t want to look at him. I was on my stomach, and he walked around the bed. He was undressing himself. He leaned over and started kissing my back. Did he read my note I thought to myself, what is he thinking??

The kissing lasted a few minutes, and I was still confused and weary about the situation. I felt him nudge me to roll over onto my back, which would mean he could look at me. I rolled over hesitantly and all I could see was him staring at me. He stood up so that both legs were on either side of my torso, and he was completely naked except for his used, white, stinky bowling socks that he had on all day. I felt his socked foot over my face and the smell was amazing. I was so hard it hurt, it was just intoxicating.

He continued to rub his socked feet in my face, pin his toes around my nose and watched my dick pulsate. Next, he laid down opposite of me so that his dirty, sweaty socks were still in my face and he put lotion on his fingers. I felt his finger penetrate my butt, and he still had his feet over my nose so that I could smell the odor of his warm socks. I laid there, and it took less than ten seconds for me to bust my load with his finger penetrating me with his socks in my face.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You could have had my socks for three years now?” he said, grinning.