by J. Alan
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On Saturday's, one of my routines is to make a trip to the local laundry to drop off dry cleaning and to wash clothes. There are a lot of hot Latino guys that wash at the particular location that I frequent. I always like to practice my Spanish as well. On this particular Saturday, my sock/foot luck changed!
This guy named Jose who prefers his nickname "Pancho" asked me if I had a crisp dollar bill since the machine would not take his. I answered him in Spanish and immediately got his attention! He is about 5'7", 180lbs. (stocky), with short shiny black hair and a goatee. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt, black jeans, and black fishermen's sandals with white socks! He was showing just enough sock to peak my interest (in more ways than one).
After a short conversation and my staring at his feet, Pancho and I exchanged addresses and phone numbers. It turns out that he knew an old friend of mine who had since moved from the area. Later that evening, Pancho called me with a proposition. He was looking for a place to stay and wanted to bunk with me for a couple of nights. I hesitated as I knew that I was attracted to him and questioned my own motives. I got really good vibes from him, but I really didn't know him. Pancho sensed my hesitation and wanted to come over to my apartment to talk in person. After talking for about forty (40) minutes, I told Pancho that I was gay and that I had serious reservations about him bunking with me. He assured me that there would be no problem.
"I am straight," he said. "I have three kids and a wife back in Mexico." He did not have to persuade me for long. We decided that he would move some things in that evening.
About two hours later, Pancho came back with a few tubs and some personal belongings. He left for a bit to get a few more things so I decided to snoop a little. The first tub contained about twelve pairs of shoes. When I opened the lid, the smell really hit me. I remember thinking, "If his shoes smell like this, his socks and feet must be incredible!" Pancho did construction work. There were construction boots, loafers, casual boots, athletic shoes, and more. I looked in a pile of clothes and found some of his socks! Unfortunately, they were clean, but that would not be the case for long. I noticed that he liked to wear white ankle socks. I also noticed that he had some that were a little worn out. I immediately went to my sock drawer and pulled out some newer ankle socks (some that I had not yet worn), some regular athletic socks, and a pair of black patterned dress socks. When Pancho returned, I immediately gave him the socks as a gift. He was quite grateful.
After a few days of living together, I noticed that Pancho would leave his dirty clothes in another tub. He would always leave for work very early. After listening for him to lock the door, I would get up and raid his dirty laundry for the socks. Whew!! Some of his socks were so rank that I got light headed from the stench! I eventually discovered that the socks from his work boots were damp and very stinky while the socks that he wore after coming home from work were smelly but not quite as raunchy. I would take his lounging socks and jack off with them every morning. Sometimes, the smell was powerful enough that I could lay his sock on a pillow, lay my head on an adjacent pillow and jack off to his sweet funk! This happened for quite some time. As the week progressed and there were more dirty clothes, I would even put on a pair of Pancho's socks, and sniff and jack off with another pair. I know that he was none the wiser! My vesicles were clear for at least three weeks straight!
One day, I asked Pancho if I could give him a foot massage. My heart was pounding and my dick was wet with anticipation. Incredibly, he said yes! I sat on the sofa and put his feet in my lap as he lay down. I began to massage his socked feet while which he seemed to enjoy because he fell asleep. I enjoyed about thirty minutes of massaging his feet and slowly lifted his legs to free myself. Pancho didn't move. I went to the closet to get a blanket to cover him while he was sleeping. When I reached his chest, Pancho flinched, but I calmly reassured him by saying, "Shhhhhhhhhh." I kissed him on the forehead and went to my room to jack off. He didn't flinch.
Since the foot rub, Pancho has moved. He occasionally calls to stay in touch. I wonder if he is really straight? I don't think that he really gets my sock fetish since we never really talked about that. I surely would like to kiss, rub, suck, sniff, and jack off with his socks one more time!! I miss Pancho's pride -- his sexy, meaty socks and feet.
