by Jason Meekle
Where do I begin? I am 23 years old and have always had a deep fetish for men in White socks, and sexy sneakers.
Although I had several encounters over the years with men and their footwear, I was always after one. His name was Howard, and he had the perfect toes and feet on a man. it always seemed when I tried to get my hands on anything from his feet, I would always end up never getting anything. Either someone got in the way, or I chickened out. It wasn't until one evening when we were all out playing slo-pitch. All I could keep my eyes on was how sexy he looked in his Nike cleats and White Nike tube socks while playing ball. After a couple hours, I happened to walk by my uncle’s truck and, their Howard was removing his cleats and socks, and replacing them with his Nike shox and socks that were in my uncle's truck the whole time. If I had only known I would have acted with his Nikes, which by the way were blue and white, with white no show ankle socks YUM! Anyway, only after a few minutes did I devise a plan, I asked my uncle if I could use his truck to my house quick, he agreed, and in moments I was on the road heading to my house with Howards cleats and socks.
As if I was an animal in heat I reached for the fresh stinky socks and shoved them to my nose. The smell was toxic, and rank. This only made my cock ache for attention, I hurried home and to my bed. As horny as I was I shoved his tube sock in my mouth and used the other sock to tie the sneaker against my nose. The taste of his sock and aroma of his cleat made my cock hard and rigid to the touch. I gently pushed my hard 8-inch throbbing member, which seemed like 10 inches the way it bobbed up and down, into the cleat. I finally had what I wanted, and the stink was overwhelming. I began smashing my cock inside Howards cleat and within a few minutes of rough pounding I unloaded a big heavy hot load inside the cleat. I just lay there breathing in Howards stink and feeling my cock pulse inside his cleat. I gathered myself up and headed back to the field. Just to give you an idea of how wonderful the socks smelled I stopped a few miles from the field, and had to sniff his socks, and jerk off using his sweaty sock wrapped around my cock. The sensation of the rough inside on the head of my hard cock was amazing. I figured have as much fun until he takes them home. I figured I wouldn't have another chance, at least that's what I thought.
A couple weeks later I was over at my uncle’s place, and Howard was there visiting. I couldn't really talk to Howard the same way. I always had this guilt over me, thinking of the mess I did with his socks and cleats. Even though he had no idea. Anyway, they were talking about a party they were going to have that night, and that if I wanted to come I could. Fast forward to the good stuff. The night was a good success a lot of people showed up, and me being the pig I was used every chance I got to take a random sneaker into the bathroom and jerk off into. Some had a real pungent smell, and others had a nice leathery smell. Either way I enjoyed every sneaker. Finally, the night was winding down, and the only guys sneakers I was going to miss was Howards Nike Shod. I didn't even get to sniff them as he wore them the whole night. Howard and My uncle sat up for a few hours, and finally after taking glances at Howards feet I needed some relief. Now occasionally since my uncle always wore the best sneakers and socks I would occasionally use them for my sexual relief. I said goodnight and headed to the guest bedroom which lucky for me is where my uncle kept his dirty laundry, and sneakers. I set my computer up to show images of all the white candid sock pics I took through the night and grabbed my favorite pair of my uncle’s sneakers. His white on white Nike shox always did the trick. I also rummaged through his hamper and found a nice dirty pair of white crew cut socks. I sat down and sniffed his sneaker and jerked off with his sock. I hear people walking around, and chatting, and then silence. I put his sneaker and sock down and decide to go grab a beer. I walk around the house, and notice it’s all dark, and hear my uncle snoring away. I grab my beer and make my way back to the room when I hear another person snoring. I walk to the living room and open the light to see Howard passed out on the couch. I downed my beer and went to grab my camera. The fucker was still wearing his Nike shox. I walked over and stood at his feet and watched for any signs of him wakening.
I slapped his shox with my hand and he made no movement. By this point my cock is hard as a rock looking at the sight before me. I pull my cock out of my sweats and knock the bottom of his sneakers sole. Still no movement. So, I start to untie his shoelace, and taking sniffs of his shoe where the lounge is. I could already smell sweat. I loosen the sneaker enough to slip it off. No wonder he didn't want to take off his shoe, the sock was the rankest smell ever. This made me on the other hand horny as hell. I knelt and pushed my nose against his foot and took deep whiffs. My cock was in a frenzy bobbing, and jerking. I was afraid to touch it in case I blew my load. I wanted the other sneaker, so just as I did with the first sneaker I proceeded to do with the second one. Then I realized he was wearing no sock on the other foot. I looked around and saw his sock by his waist. I reached over, and immediately felt the dampness.
The fucker used his own sock to jerk off into, I quickly pushed it to my nose, and could smell the distinct smell of cum. I wrapped it onto my cock feeling cool and damp, of course not for long as I slowly stroked it on my cock. I knelt by his sockless sneaker and pulled it off. The smell was awesome, I couldn't contain the animal within, I stood up, and grabbed his socked foot and pressed my cock against it and pumped.
I lifted his barefoot to my face and proceeded to lick between his toes. I licked up and down his foot, and finally like a release so violent I popped my load. I stood there breathing heavily as I could feel me cum oozing onto his sweaty socked foot. I slowly placed his foot back down and threw his used cum sock back where I found it and headed back to my room. I figured why clean up, he would think he made the mess himself. Next morning, he sat at the breakfast wearing clean socks, and now I racked my brain wondering where he could have put them. Then I realized where would someone put a pair of rancid filthy socks like that. I made my way to the trash, and low and behold a rolled-up pair of gold, well to me anyway.
Needless to say, they are my go to wash cloth ;)
