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I'm not usually one to believe in superstition, and I would consider
myself to be a pretty level-headed guy. Regular job...regular schedule...regular
car...all that stuff, until one day that I came to believe anything
You're probably wondering who I am. My name's Jason. I'm 28, and
have always been pretty active in sports all my life. Baseball,
soccer, football and others, and, I don't mind telling you, I have
the body to prove it. I'm also gay, and as far as I can remember,
have had the biggest sock fetish you could ever dream of, not that
I ever told anyone, or for that matter even acted on it. I've always
just enjoyed chatting with guys on the internet and jacking off
in the privacy of my house to pictures of sport jocks in their socks.
When I would get home from soccer practice, I've always enjoyed
just slipping off my shoes, sniffing my sweaty socks and rubbing
one out, wishing I could have both hands free, but too afraid to
ever tell another guy about my fetish. Anyways, back to my story.
One night, I was at a county fair with some teammates. We had just
won our second game of the season, and were out celebrating. I decided
I was going to kind of wander a bit, since they had gone to the
beer gardens for a refill again, and told them I would catch up
with them later at the bar. While I was wandering, I came across
one booth, different from all the others. "Palm Readings, $20"
it said on a sign out front. I thought, "what the hell,"
and decided I would go in to see what all the fuss was about.
The inside was pretty stereotypical. Little table covered with a
purple velvet tablecloth, and two chairs, one on either side of
the table. A small little woman was sitting at one of the chairs.
She didn't seem to notice my presence, but told me to sit in the
chair. As I sat, she told me "I know you have a great secret
within you. I can sense it already."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, somewhat
taken aback, and afraid that she could even possibly know that.
"Don't worry, it's safe with me," she said, looking up
and smiling. Her eyes, I noticed, were deep black. Ugh creepy, I
thought. "Please, do not be alarmed by my appearance"
she said, seemingly reading my mind, "I am not going to hurt
you. in fact, I would like to help you."
Help me? What is she talking about?
"Please, take this amulet," she said, as she held out
a small circular stone attached to a gold chain. "Free of charge.
It's always my pleasure to help those with what they greatly desire."
I took the amulet from her. I don't know why I did. I grabbed that
thing and left the tent, thinking about what she said. What is it
that I greatly desire? If I don't know, how could she even know?
I put the thing in my pocket, telling myself that she's just some
crazy lady at a fair. Probably hands out tons of these a night.
I held up the amulet to look at it a little more closely. The marble
stone did look kind of cool, sort of glowing, and changing colors
a little. I thought it was just some kind of cool little glow-in-the-dark
type of thing and stuck it back in my pocket.
I decided just to go home. I'd had enough fun for one night, I thought.
I texted my buddies to let them know I wouldn't be joining them
at the bar, and then drove home from the fair. In the car, I started
to get slightly hard, thinking about sliding my socks out of my
shoes, taking them off and sniffing them, jacking off while I do.
I was particularly horny tonight, as I hadn't had the opportunity
to smell my buddies' socks and shoes after the game in the locker
room tonight like I normally do. One I got home, I decided to keep
my shoes on just a little bit longer, so my sweaty smell that I
love so much intensifies as much as possible.
I took the amulet out of my pocket, and looked at it again. The
glowing and color changing had completely stopped, and was now just
a regular stone. Huh, I thought, just a regular little stone on
a chain that probably cost 50 cents to make in China. I tossed it
on my coffee table, and decided I was too horny to wait for my socks
to get particularly funky tonight. I went to my bedroom and sat
down on the bed, and kicked off my sneakers. Immediately, that smell
I love so much hit me. I rubbed my socked feet together, feeling
the sweaty fabric sliding back and forth on my feet, while I rubbed
my growing bulge in my pants. I couldn't take it anymore. I slipped
my socks off my feet, freed my cock from the confines of my jeans
and started to jack off while I sniffed my sweaty socks. I fantasized
about sniffing my teammate's socks in the locker room, and each
of them taking turns rubbing their sexy, sweaty socks on my face.
All of the sudden, my sock flew out of my hand, like someone had
grabbed it away from me. I opened my eyes in surprise and looked
around. At the end of the bed, someone was wearing my white Nike
crew sock. At least that's what it looked like. I blinked a couple
of times, but it was still standing there on my mattress. It looked
as if some invisible person was wearing my sock on their foot. I
couldn't help but stare at the thing. It was completely still. What
the hell just happened? I thought. Before I could answer my question,
my sock started to move by itself! It started rubbing itself up
against my foot, almost like it was playing footsie with me. I was
in shock, and completely motionless. I don't remember falling asleep,
but this must be a dream. I didn't get a chance to test and see
if I was dreaming, because after a couple of seconds, it started
to walk up towards my face. I somehow regained control of myself,
and grabbed it before it could get up to my face, afraid of what
it might do. The sock was wiggling its toes, inches from my face
while I had a hold of it, trying to wrestle it away.
Just then, one of my work ties wrapped itself around my right wrist,
and tied itself to my headboard, causing me to drop my sock. Another
tie did the same to my left wrist. I was restrained and completely
helpless now, and at the mercy of my sock. All it did though, to
my relief and utter surprise, was walk up and start to rub itself
on my face. It wiggled its toes in my nose, forcing me to smell
it. I moaned in pleasure, and as I did so, I parted my lips, and
I slid out my tongue and licked it from the heel to the sole. It
seemed to like this, as it moved itself up and down my face, so
that I could smell and lick the entire underside of it.
It was then that I felt something on my cock. I looked up, and saw
that my other sock had somehow come to life and was rubbing itself
on my cock. The sock that I was worshipping decided to join it.
They positioned themselves so that the arch of each one was on either
side of my cock, and then started rubbing up and down. I was too
lost in pleasure to even question what was going on, and just decided
to be grateful that this was happening in the first place.
They took turns alternating between rubbing my cock between their
arches, and wrapping their toes around my cock and rubbing it that
way. While they were doing this, I noticed something else. One of
my dresser drawers was opening up, and a couple other pairs of socks
got out and jumped onto the bed. I saw a pair of my soccer socks,
and another pair of my white Nike crews. My ties that were holding
both of my arms to the headboard tightened, as if they thought I
would try and attack my socks or something. "Dude, chill out,
I'm not going to do anything," I said aloud to no one in particular.
It was then that my ties untied themselves, freeing my arms and
hands. That's good, I thought, since my arms had started to fall
asleep a little. My soccer socks decided to put themselves on me.
As they slid themselves over my feet and up onto my legs, I shivered.
The fabric felt so good moving across my legs, tickling my leg hair
as it went. I think they could somehow sense how good this felt,
and slid themselves up and down my legs, once they were on. They
continued to do this once they had put themselves on, and then I
felt that the foot part of the socks were massaging my feet.
The other pair of Nike socks jumped off the bed. I looked up to
see what they were doing, and saw that they had put on my sneakers
I had been wearing that night. To my amazement, I saw my sneakers
tie themselves up. they jumped back up onto the bed and walked up
to my face. I was slightly nervous as to what they might do now,
but they just sat kind of sat there. It looked as if my socks were
wiggling their toes inside my sneakers. While they were sitting
there so close, I noticed just how dirty they were. "Man, I
guess I should probably clean you guys sometime," I said. They
must have understood this to mean that I wanted to clean them right
then and there, and with my tongue as well, because they hovered
above my face, and pressed themselves up against my lips. At first
I resisted, because it honestly scared me a little, but then I noticed
that they weren't pressing hard, and after all the abuse I've inflicted
on my sneakers in the past, I guess I felt kind of guilty now.
I opened up my mouth and licked along the bottom of one of my shoes.
Wow, I kind of liked that! I thought. I did it again, and a couple
more times. Each time I licked my shoe, it moved itself around a
little so that I could get at the whole thing. I don't know how
long I laid there, my soccer socks massaging my feet and legs, my
other socks rubbing my cock, and me, laying there like a well trained
animal licking my shoes, making sure they were sparkling clean,
with another pair of my socks moving around inside of them. I was
completely at the mercy of my horny footwear.
I still wasn't sure what that third pair of socks was doing inside
my shoes, until one of my shoes tapped itself on my nose a couple
of times. It then slightly loosened its laces. I took this as a
sign that it wanted me to take it off. I loosened the laces even
further, and slipped my fingers inside the shoe. I slightly pulled
apart the sides, and pulled out the tongue. I then grabbed the heel
of my sneaker, and held it, while my sock slid itself out of the
shoe. As soon as it was out, it made a beeline for my nose, and
started to really grind itself into my face. I knew then what it
was doing inside my shoe. It was building up my sweaty foot stink
onto it, so that I could enjoy it once the shoe came off.
I let out a long, slow moan of pleasure, and the other sock that
was wearing my sneaker tapped me on my forehead as if to say, "you
know there's more where that came from, right?" I grabbed my
other sneaker with my sock inside of it and started to massage it
through the shoe. It really seemed to enjoy this, as it started
to wiggle faster inside my shoe. "Oh yeah buddy, build up my
foot smell on yourself," I said. I could tell it really wanted
at my face, so I undid the laces on that shoe and grabbed the heel
so that it could slide itself out of my sneaker. It too went right
for my face, rubbing itself into my nose like there was no tomorrow.
The smell was delicious, and my socks made no secret of the fact
that they wanted me to enjoy it for as long as I wanted.
I dropped my shoes onto the bed and they must have decided that
they'd had enough fun for one night, I guess, and walked back over
to where I had originally taken them off. I put one hand on each
of my socks rubbing my face, and started to rub them back. All this
time, the socks on my cock were working their magic, slowly building
me up. I started to really moan, humping my socks. They responded
by rubbing me harder and faster. The soccer socks on my feet were
really going at it too, really pressing in and giving me the best
foot massage I'd ever had. The socks on my face, not to be outdone,
were almost stomping on my face, forcing me to smell them, forcing
themselves into my mouth where I would lick them up and down, and
I wanted them to know that I was loving this, by pulling them as
far into my face as I could.
I was in heaven. I could feel it coming. The orgasm of my life.
My socks could feel it too, the way they massaged, rubbed, kneaded
and pressed. I started to quiver, my body tense and taut. I could
feel my muscles tighten in anticipation. And then it happened. Every
muscle in my body contracted and relaxed over and over again. The
orgasms I'd had in the past were insignificant compared to this.
I shot and shot ropes of hot cum onto the socks rubbing my cock,
and they rubbed it all over themselves and massaged it back onto
my cock. Some of it flew all the way up, onto the socks that were
on my face, and they rubbed it on my lips, and I obeyed and licked
every last drop of my cum off of them.
As my orgasm subsided, the socks that had been on my face walked
away and jumped back into the dresser drawer. The soccer socks on
my feet took themselves off as well, walked up to my face and slid
themselves across, as if somehow saying goodbye, and went back into
the drawer to join the other pair. My first pair, the ones that
had been masterfully working my cock all night, and the ones that
had originally come to life, walked down and put themselves on my
feet. They were mysteriously dry. I guess they had absorbed all
of my cum into their fabric, or something.
They started to slowly massage my feet, and my muscles started to
relax. I could feel myself getting sleepy, but I didn't want this
night to end. My socks tightened slightly, and then went back to
their slow massage, as if to say, "Don't worry, we'll do this
again really soon." I fell asleep that night with my socks
on my feet.
In the morning when I woke up, I was still wearing my socks, but
they weren't moving. I started to wonder if what happened last night
was indeed a dream, but then I looked over and noticed a pair of
my baseball socks standing next to the bed wearing my smelly cleats.
Just then, my socks on my feet tightened up in anticipation.
I guess it wasn't a dream after all.