by Samuel
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As I came down to the lobby I saw him leaning against the column his back to me. Looking down I saw he was wearing tan loafers and had one foot across the other perched up on his toes. He had let his shoe slip completely off (on purpose I wondered) and I had a fantastic view of the sole of one of his sock-clad feet. He had long narrow feet and was wearing a fabulous pair of khaki argyle socks, a row of green, navy and gold diamonds flowing down each ankle.
Being a sock fag that came of age in the preppie 1980s, I had developed a deep affinity for argyle socks. The sight of these caused my cock to immediately begin to throb as I gazed at them, anticipating the feel of the soft sock material rubbing across my face and filling my head with their musty, sweaty leathery smell.
As we introduced ourselves you could practically feel the energy flowing between us. This being both of ours first mutual sock-lover encounter I knew that he was wanting my socks as much as I wanted his.
I let the front desk know I would be away from my phone, got my keys and escorted my guest to the room I had preselected for our clandestine sock rendezvous. Walking behind him I watched his feet, hoping for some peeks of his socks around his ankles. I was pleasantly rewarded by the sight of the heels of his feet slipping towards the top of his shoes (almost out) and back in showing off the heels of those khaki argyles, teasing my cock with the sights (and smells) that lie in store.
Once inside the room I inquired about his trip, he asked about my job - just nervous talk before the action began. I told him to sit on the edge of the bed. I kneeled in front of him and began telling him about my argyle sock fantasies as I lifted his feet up and rested his ankles on my shoulders, the soft material of his socks rubbing against my ears and neck. I asked him to tell me about his sock desires. As he told me about his lust for ripe smelly mens dark dress socks I lifted his feet so that the heels of his loafers were resting on the top of my head. I closed my eyes and simultaneously pressed down and pulled his feet forward.
I felt his sock covered heels slip from his loafers and the softness of those wonderful socks slip across my forehead. The warmth and softness were so amazing - my cock was already rock hard. The heels were now resting themselves one on each eye as the musty aroma of his socks began to waft around my head. The smell was intoxicating! He wiggled his feet and I felt his loafers fall behind my back. I shifted my head back a bit and a let out a long deep moan as the arches of his socked feet wrapped themselves on either side of my nose, his heels resting against my chin, my face encased in the softness and aroma of his sock covered soles.
With my face literally buried in his sock feet I began inhaling the unbelievably sexy, musty, hot aroma of his argyle socks, fresh, damp and still warm from his loafers, filling my head with that hot man sock smell that drives me absolutely mad. My cock was bursting against my slacks. I opened my eyes and peered around his feet to watch him massaging his dick through his jeans with his eyes closed.
I shifted up on to the bed and positioned myself with my feet at his head and offered my own-socks for him to enjoy. He unlaced my shoes one by one and slipped them off together exposing a pair of thick moss colored boot socks hot and smelly from a full day stuffed inside my slightly worn J. Crew bucks. He took lungfull after lungfull of the musty smell letting out loud moans and an occasional "Oh my God!" that made me happy to be sharing my socks with someone who appreciated them so much.
Head to sock covered toes we both lay smelling, sucking and totally worshipping one another socks. The feel his soft socks on my face, the wonderful smell filling my head, the feel of his mouth and nose against my own socked feet and the sound of him inhaling the smell of my own socks combined to send me to total sock delirium. I could have remained there indefinitely.
We decided to strip down so we could each jack off while smelling and sucking each others socks. Hating to leave those socks for too long I stripped hurriedly as he did the same. As he slipped out of his jeans I marveled at the way his argyles became bunched around his ankles. One of the sexiest sock shots I can ever recall - him standing there, his hard cock jutting out, stripped naked except for those wonderful socks.
We dove back onto the bed and resumed our positions. The smell of his socks had softened a bit but was still fabulous. While jacking my cock with one hand, I used the other to press his hot-socked feet into my face. Getting close to shooting my load I told him to feed those hot socks to me. He began rubbing and pumping his socks back and forth across my face, the softness and smell combining to drive me over the edge. As I let loose a most amazing sock induced orgasm, I felt his feet tighten through the soft material of his socks as he came shortly thereafter.
We lay together for a while, our heavy breathing still filling our eachothers' heads with the wonderful smell of our socks. We got up and dressed, both thanking the other profusely for the wonderful opportunity to receive some hot smelly guys socks, as well as giving our own to a sock loving recipient. Before putting our shoes back on we traded socks. The soft feel of his socks kept my cock semi-hard the rest of the afternoon, long after he had departed.
Those argyles have become my favorite pair of socks. I love to wear them, worship them and wrap them around my cock remembering how wonderful they smelled shoved into my face, warm damp and smelly from his loafers. Ive jacked off many a load reliving that glorious day and our mutual sock lovers feast.
