His
Work Shoes
by Biff
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I guess it is my dad’s fault I have a sock and shoe fetish.
It was his work shoes and the intensely, intoxicating odor of his
feet that led me to my first adventure to adolescent masturbation.
I would shower after my dad had showered. We both got home from
our work about the same time and mom insisted we shower before dinner.
You see I worked in the blueberry fields since I was only twelve
and my dad worked in a factory, a knitting mill.
It started out simple. It was summer and hot. There was not hamper
so dad just piled his clothes in a nice neat pile on the floor with
his work shoes ( die hard tan low rise shoes from sears) next to
the them. Well , I guess the heat and the enclosed space of the
bathroom with the steam from the shower is what caused the smell
of his socks and shoes to be so intense. The first two days I just
smelled them in the air and I guess at first they were a bit obnoxious,
no, just unpleasant then it began to be pleasant I wanted to inhale
the smell. So, around the third day or so I reached down and picked
up one of his socks. The socks was very damp almost wet with sweat,
there was a sorta gooey, paste like feel to the sock. I held it
to my nose and it was amazing like a drug almost making me feel
faint. My dick and balls were going nuts and I was scared, but excited
at this feeling.
I pulled the sock from my face and inhaled the fresh air. Did the
other sock have the same feel and smell and would two make me get
all the way hard. I had not had an ejaculation yet but it felt good
to get hard and play with my dick. So, I picked up the other sock
and sniffed. Sure enough I boned and my balls ached. I held one
sock to my nose and wrapped the other around my raging boner. I
remember it felt good the sweaty sock , slightly sticky against
my skin the smell invading my nostrils chills of warm blasts darting
through my body.
Well that first time was interrupted by a knock at the door and
my dad’s voice, “ Hurry up boy, your mother has dinner
ready”.
All day in the blue berry fields I thought about the socks and the
shoes and the smells. I wanted to smell the shoes feel inside them
. I had worn socks that day with my sneakers and I swear for the
first time I felt my feet sweating in my shoes. I wondered if my
feet would smell as great as my dads’. It was one long day
and I was so glad to see my dad pull up in the blue Chevy truck
to take me home. Getting in the truck I could smell dad the tobacco,
the sterling silver cologne mixed with the man scent of his body
odor. I wanted to get a whiff of his socks. As we pulled of and
he pushed and released the clutch, there is was a faint but truly
the odor of his feet. I found myself staring and inhaling. That
smell of sweat, musty, old cabbage was making me get a hard on.
Dad looked at me funny and then spoke, “You okay son? You’re
breathing a little heavy there. “
Snapping back out of my daze, “Yeah, dad. Just hot and ready
to get home and shower and eat.” Thinking he may have seen
me stare at his shoes I asked, “Dad I wore socks today my
feet sweat like crazy and they hurt some . do yours do that.”
Chucking dad replied, “ Son my feet sweaty like a rainstorm,
you may well inherit that. As for the hurting feet I bought these
die hard work shoes and my feet don’t sweat less , but they
aren’t sore anymore.” Patting my leg as he often did,
“Are your shoes too tight. Or is it a different kinda hurting.”
Caught off guard I replied, “might be the shoes getting too
small. These are 7’s I think. “
‘Well, I have a pair of 8’s maybe 8.5’s in the
closet maybe after dinner you can try them, they fit you can wear
them. See if that helps.” Dad smiled and rubbed my head.
The ritual went as usual and I got to put my hands in his shoes
and smell them. The smell was unbelievable the sweaty the lingering
odor and the leather. I wanted to do more so I began stroking my
wood as I laid on the floor and wore on of his socks , sniffed his
shoe , my cock wrapped in dad’s freshly worn sock . My body
was rushing with warm sensations my balls twitching and there it
was the knock at the door. “Get busy boy. Need to hear the
shower running. Dinner is ready for the table.”
Damn. I had to get a plan. Dad had taken longer in the bathroom
the last couple of days. I had to speed him up. It was on this day
I noticed a wadded up tissue on the back of the commode lid. I picked
it up and started to toss it in the toilet and an object fell out.
It was a used rubber (condom). My dad’s spunk was in there.
I had to sniff it. I stuck my finger in and held the soiled finger
to my nose , umm it was nice, strong like bleach, and faint piss.
Yes I stuck it in my mouth. It was my dad’s gunk , he made
me. How could it hurt me? It tasted funny like vinegar but I liked
it. I wanted to shoot the white stuff when would that happen.
“Shower Now “, I heard.
Quickly wrapping up the rubber and placing it back on the commode
lid I showered. All through dinner and the next day I was unable
to get the idea of my dad filling the rubber and leaving it on the
lid. I strayed to him standing there in those work shoes, his sweaty
socks and him sweating as he wacked his meat. I wanted to feel orgasm.
I had worn the sneakers in dad’s closet they were 8.5 a little
big but I was kinda getting off on wearing my dad’s shoes.
Dad arrived to pick me up and I inhaled the scents of the truck
cab and said, “hey good day dad. Mine was better , shoes helped.
Socks still soaked, but no sore feet.” I smiled.
“Good I am glad.” He rubbed my head. “I need to
shower as soon as we get home. Your mother and I are going to eat
at a friends. You will be watching your two younger brothers.”
He patted my leg, ‘That okay.”
“Sure”, I answered. I was hoping for a longer time in
the bathroom now I was gonna get it and maybe there would be another
rubber for more sniffing.
Once home dad began his shower. The anticipation of my getting to
be alone in the house with dad’s bathroom treasures was driving
me crazy. Sitting in the kitchen drinking a cold glass of tea, mom
came in and said our neighbor was gonna take the boys with her and
have them back by 7. Yes! I was really gonna be alone.
Dad and mom gone the boys gone I went to the bathroom. As I began
the ritual of smelling the socks and shoes mine still on . I got
an idea. If I took off my clothes and put dads on I could use the
socks of his I wore all day to stroke my dick. I began with the
removal of my shoes (well dad’s old sneakers). Slipping the
sneakers off, the smell was enough to knock me over. The smell was
almost like dad’s . My cock went to an almost instant boner.
Picking up his tee shirt, I sniffed the arm pits. I was loving this.
His sweat mixed with the odor of his cologne and tobacco. I pulled
my tee off and slipped his on. The chest and pits were damp and
made my dick go to full mast. I had never been that hard. It was
pulsing and my balls aching. I dropped my pants and briefs and picked
up his briefs sniffing the groin area there was a piss smell and
they were wet from his dribble. The anticipation of my penis in
his wet spot made me shake with excitement. I was feeling a little
off balance so I sat on the toilet to slip them I stopped when I
got to my knees and took a breath.
I wanted to have the socks on when I slid them up over my groin.
Reaching over to the pile I grabbed the sock s. Examing the bottoms
to see the imprints of which foot was which I slid the right one
on first. They were still warm, almost wet and very gooey feeling
the smell was making me dizzy. Breathing heavier I slid the left
on, took a deep breath and stood. The socks clung to my feet and
the bottoms felt almost crusty. The toes moist . Reaching for the
briefs I slid them over my thighs my heart pounding and my legs
shaking. As the cloth touched my balls my dick pulsed and clear
stuff came out.
I shuttered as the liquid oozed . The desire to feel my dick head
in his wet spot was building I bent my rock hard dick into the briefs
and my head touched the wet spot. I remember the moan that escaped
my lips as my dick oozed more . Quickly putting on the pants and
his short sleeve button down plaid shirt tucked the shirt in and
buckled the pants I was sweating barrels. I walked over to slide
my feet into his shoes. The warmth hugged my socked feet and I could
swear they began to sweat. Lifting my foot to the side of the tube
I tied the shoe, than the other.
I stood my body rushing with warm, electric blood pulses. Turning
to the full length mirror I saw me . Standing in my dad’s
clothes feeling his sweat, smelling his sweet remains of cologne,
shadowed by tobacco. My wood was hurting inside the briefs, but
the feeling of such a hard on was intense. I looked to see my bulge
in his pants. I sighed as I rubbed my crotch. Remembering the rubber
on the commode lid I looked to see if another was there. There was
. the balled up tissue was there. Racing to grab it I opened it
. taking the rubber in my hand carefully not to spill any of his
spunk. I held it it was still warm. I sniffed. It was strong with
the odor of vinegar, and a musty smell. I wanted it on my dick .
I wanted his warm spunk on my dick.
Setting the rubber gently on the counter of the sink I unbuckled
the belt and then the button and zipper Sliding the briefs under
my balls I picked the rubber up. Taking the opening of the rubber
and carefully placing it on the head of my dick I began sliding
it over my own dick. The feel of his warm spunk covering my cock
had me pulsing , shaking and panting. Once on my head at the tip
of the rubber I stroked. Feeling his spunk sliding over my organ
was causing me to panting franticly sweat rushing from my pores
. I screamed a loud moan of ecstasy of pleasure. My dick was filling
dads rubber with my white stuff. I was cumming, Grabbing the counter
of the sink, Wanting this to last forever, I kept stroking .My body
in spasms of vibrating ecstasy. I looked down as the feeling dwindled
and saw my dick pulsing a few more spurts . The rubber full .
I had finally had and orgasm. My first in dad’s shoes and
socks. And his used rubber.
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