by Shawn Mac
When I was 16, a distant cousin came to stay with us, and by distant, I mean so distant we probably weren’t related. Anyway, it’s because of him that I developed a fetish for sheer socks, nylon dress socks, and a foot fetish overall. His name was Julian, and he was 19 at the time; and he was extremely handsome. He was of Latin and Italian descent, so he had that caramel complexion that drives me crazy to this day. (My ultimate weakness being Latino feet in sheer socks, and Latino feet in general). He was 5’10, black spiked hair, green eyes, and about 165 lbs. Oh did I mention, his feet were size 11? I came to find that out one day after school.
That week marked the second week of Julian’s new job working in a local temp agency as an office assistant. He would go in around 6 AM, and he would walk in the door around 3:3o PM, as I was sitting on the floor doing my homework on the coffee table. One afternoon, he walked in and sat on the couch facing the coffee table (I was on the floor doing my homework). He was dressed in black dress pants, a black button down with a red tie, and black loafers, and black OTC ultra-nylon sheer socks; which are my FAVORITE to this day. He propped his feet up on the coffee table, inches from my hands and textbook, and crossed them over each other, my eyes fixated on his big sheer covered feet as he slid his loafers on and off and would dangle them.
At this point, he started talking to me and complaining that he’s on his feet for almost his entire shift each day, and the office is extremely hot. As he continued to dangle his loafers, he said “Man cuz, I can smell my sweaty nylon sheer socks from where I am, can you?” I responded with “uhh, no Julian”. With that he started laughing and slipped his loafers off entirely and let them land on the coffee table; I didn’t know why then, but now know why I had a raging hard on in my pants. I turned my head back to my “homework” and was mesmerized watching him rub his hot sweaty ultra-sheer nylon covered soles together. He said “you know cuz, I haven’t changed these socks in three days” and as I turned to face him, he shoved his hot damp sweaty sheer socked feet right on my face! As he laughed and rubbed them up and down my face, he told me, well ordered me to sniff….
“Hahaha cuz, sniff my sweaty sheer socked feet!” I tried to resist, but he only pressed harder, so I obliged and sniffed as hard as I could. He continued to rub them up and down my face, making me sniff all over, I had to cover my raging bulge with a throw pillow. After another minute, he pulled his sheer socked feet away to my disappointment and slid his loafers back on, and left the room.
The next day, I couldn’t wait for him to get home, so as soon as I heard him walking up the walkway, I went from sitting in my usual spot, to lying flat on my back pretending to sleep. He walked in, the clicking of his loafers against the tile floor getting closer with each second. I heard him sit on the couch, and he yelled “CUZ WAKE UP!”, and I opened my eyes to the most erotic sight ever. Inches above my face he was dangling his loafers over my nose, wearing the same sheers!
Of course I grew a boner right then. He let his loafers fall to the floor, and started moving his sweaty sheer socked feet toward my nose, then pulling away, while laughing. He pulled his socks as high and tight as they could go, even more so revealing his sexy caramel feet and soles. I was transfixed and in hindsight, he definitely knew, because before I knew it…He shoved those sexy sweaty ultra-nylon sheer feet on my face; only this time after ordering me to sniff…he caught me by surprise with…
“Yeah, you like that cuz?” As I inhaled deeper and deeper, and moaned softly… (I hope he hadn’t heard)
“I tried to muffle the words, yeah---“and he cut me off …
“I can tell you do cuz” and laughed hard, and then I felt his right sweaty sheer socked sole press my raging hard on over my pants; I moaned loudly, which made him laugh harder. I was so scared he was going to do something in retaliation, or be grossed out, or be mad, but he only moved his sweaty sheer sole back and forth with my hard on pressed against my zipper.
“Yeah cuz, sniff my sexy sheer socked feet, I said SNIFF!!!”, and with that he grabbed my nose between his sweaty sheer socked toes and I moaned so loud and said “yes sir!” to which he said “that’s a good slave”
“Yeah, keep sniffing slave “By this point I was leaking and breathing so fast and heavy. He then grabbed my throbbing cock between his sweaty sheer socked toes (over my pants), and began to jerk me up and down, which in turn made me inhale harder and moan louder..
“Yeah you love this slave, don’t think I hadn’t noticed my sweaty sheer socks go missing from my hamper, and don’t think I hadn’t noticed you staring at my nylon covered soles “
Faster and faster he jerked, and him talking like this and saying what he was saying made me moan more, and finally he said something that made me bust right there..”Sniff my sweaty sheer nylon toes slave, and feel the dampness from my nylon sole against your raging hard—“
He couldn’t finish, because I moaned, almost screamed, at the same time squirming, feeling my future children swim out of my cock. I blew the biggest load of my life!
He removed his feet from my face, and said, get used to this cuz, because I wear the same sheers for a week, and you will be sniffing them EVERYDAY!
