by Biff
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I guess it is my dad’s fault I have a sock and shoe fetish.
It was his work shoes and the intensely, intoxicating odor of his feet that led me to my first adventure to adolescent masturbation. I would shower after my dad had showered. We both got home from our work about the same time and mom insisted we shower before dinner. You see I worked in the blueberry fields since I was only twelve and my dad worked in a factory, a knitting mill.
It started out simple. It was summer and hot. There was not hamper so dad just piled his clothes in a nice neat pile on the floor with his work shoes ( die hard tan low rise shoes from sears) next to the them. Well , I guess the heat and the enclosed space of the bathroom with the steam from the shower is what caused the smell of his socks and shoes to be so intense. The first two days I just smelled them in the air and I guess at first they were a bit obnoxious, no, just unpleasant then it began to be pleasant I wanted to inhale the smell. So, around the third day or so I reached down and picked up one of his socks. The socks was very damp almost wet with sweat, there was a sorta gooey, paste like feel to the sock. I held it to my nose and it was amazing like a drug almost making me feel faint. My dick and balls were going nuts and I was scared, but excited at this feeling.
I pulled the sock from my face and inhaled the fresh air. Did the other sock have the same feel and smell and would two make me get all the way hard. I had not had an ejaculation yet but it felt good to get hard and play with my dick. So, I picked up the other sock and sniffed. Sure enough I boned and my balls ached. I held one sock to my nose and wrapped the other around my raging boner. I remember it felt good the sweaty sock , slightly sticky against my skin the smell invading my nostrils chills of warm blasts darting through my body.
Well that first time was interrupted by a knock at the door and my dad’s voice, “ Hurry up boy, your mother has dinner ready”.
All day in the blue berry fields I thought about the socks and the shoes and the smells. I wanted to smell the shoes feel inside them . I had worn socks that day with my sneakers and I swear for the first time I felt my feet sweating in my shoes. I wondered if my feet would smell as great as my dads’. It was one long day and I was so glad to see my dad pull up in the blue Chevy truck to take me home. Getting in the truck I could smell dad the tobacco, the sterling silver cologne mixed with the man scent of his body odor. I wanted to get a whiff of his socks. As we pulled of and he pushed and released the clutch, there is was a faint but truly the odor of his feet. I found myself staring and inhaling. That smell of sweat, musty, old cabbage was making me get a hard on. Dad looked at me funny and then spoke, “You okay son? You’re breathing a little heavy there. “
Snapping back out of my daze, “Yeah, dad. Just hot and ready to get home and shower and eat.” Thinking he may have seen me stare at his shoes I asked, “Dad I wore socks today my feet sweat like crazy and they hurt some . do yours do that.”
Chucking dad replied, “ Son my feet sweaty like a rainstorm, you may well inherit that. As for the hurting feet I bought these die hard work shoes and my feet don’t sweat less , but they aren’t sore anymore.” Patting my leg as he often did, “Are your shoes too tight. Or is it a different kinda hurting.”
Caught off guard I replied, “might be the shoes getting too small. These are 7’s I think. “
‘Well, I have a pair of 8’s maybe 8.5’s in the closet maybe after dinner you can try them, they fit you can wear them. See if that helps.” Dad smiled and rubbed my head.
The ritual went as usual and I got to put my hands in his shoes and smell them. The smell was unbelievable the sweaty the lingering odor and the leather. I wanted to do more so I began stroking my wood as I laid on the floor and wore on of his socks , sniffed his shoe , my cock wrapped in dad’s freshly worn sock . My body was rushing with warm sensations my balls twitching and there it was the knock at the door. “Get busy boy. Need to hear the shower running. Dinner is ready for the table.”
Damn. I had to get a plan. Dad had taken longer in the bathroom the last couple of days. I had to speed him up. It was on this day I noticed a wadded up tissue on the back of the commode lid. I picked it up and started to toss it in the toilet and an object fell out. It was a used rubber (condom). My dad’s spunk was in there. I had to sniff it. I stuck my finger in and held the soiled finger to my nose , umm it was nice, strong like bleach, and faint piss. Yes I stuck it in my mouth. It was my dad’s gunk , he made me. How could it hurt me? It tasted funny like vinegar but I liked it. I wanted to shoot the white stuff when would that happen.
“Shower Now “, I heard.
Quickly wrapping up the rubber and placing it back on the commode lid I showered. All through dinner and the next day I was unable to get the idea of my dad filling the rubber and leaving it on the lid. I strayed to him standing there in those work shoes, his sweaty socks and him sweating as he wacked his meat. I wanted to feel orgasm. I had worn the sneakers in dad’s closet they were 8.5 a little big but I was kinda getting off on wearing my dad’s shoes. Dad arrived to pick me up and I inhaled the scents of the truck cab and said, “hey good day dad. Mine was better , shoes helped. Socks still soaked, but no sore feet.” I smiled.
“Good I am glad.” He rubbed my head. “I need to shower as soon as we get home. Your mother and I are going to eat at a friends. You will be watching your two younger brothers.” He patted my leg, ‘That okay.”
“Sure”, I answered. I was hoping for a longer time in the bathroom now I was gonna get it and maybe there would be another rubber for more sniffing.
Once home dad began his shower. The anticipation of my getting to be alone in the house with dad’s bathroom treasures was driving me crazy. Sitting in the kitchen drinking a cold glass of tea, mom came in and said our neighbor was gonna take the boys with her and have them back by 7. Yes! I was really gonna be alone.
Dad and mom gone the boys gone I went to the bathroom. As I began the ritual of smelling the socks and shoes mine still on . I got an idea. If I took off my clothes and put dads on I could use the socks of his I wore all day to stroke my dick. I began with the removal of my shoes (well dad’s old sneakers). Slipping the sneakers off, the smell was enough to knock me over. The smell was almost like dad’s . My cock went to an almost instant boner.
Picking up his tee shirt, I sniffed the arm pits. I was loving this. His sweat mixed with the odor of his cologne and tobacco. I pulled my tee off and slipped his on. The chest and pits were damp and made my dick go to full mast. I had never been that hard. It was pulsing and my balls aching. I dropped my pants and briefs and picked up his briefs sniffing the groin area there was a piss smell and they were wet from his dribble. The anticipation of my penis in his wet spot made me shake with excitement. I was feeling a little off balance so I sat on the toilet to slip them I stopped when I got to my knees and took a breath.
I wanted to have the socks on when I slid them up over my groin. Reaching over to the pile I grabbed the sock s. Examing the bottoms to see the imprints of which foot was which I slid the right one on first. They were still warm, almost wet and very gooey feeling the smell was making me dizzy. Breathing heavier I slid the left on, took a deep breath and stood. The socks clung to my feet and the bottoms felt almost crusty. The toes moist . Reaching for the briefs I slid them over my thighs my heart pounding and my legs shaking. As the cloth touched my balls my dick pulsed and clear stuff came out.
I shuttered as the liquid oozed . The desire to feel my dick head in his wet spot was building I bent my rock hard dick into the briefs and my head touched the wet spot. I remember the moan that escaped my lips as my dick oozed more . Quickly putting on the pants and his short sleeve button down plaid shirt tucked the shirt in and buckled the pants I was sweating barrels. I walked over to slide my feet into his shoes. The warmth hugged my socked feet and I could swear they began to sweat. Lifting my foot to the side of the tube I tied the shoe, than the other.
I stood my body rushing with warm, electric blood pulses. Turning to the full length mirror I saw me . Standing in my dad’s clothes feeling his sweat, smelling his sweet remains of cologne, shadowed by tobacco. My wood was hurting inside the briefs, but the feeling of such a hard on was intense. I looked to see my bulge in his pants. I sighed as I rubbed my crotch. Remembering the rubber on the commode lid I looked to see if another was there. There was . the balled up tissue was there. Racing to grab it I opened it . taking the rubber in my hand carefully not to spill any of his spunk. I held it it was still warm. I sniffed. It was strong with the odor of vinegar, and a musty smell. I wanted it on my dick . I wanted his warm spunk on my dick.
Setting the rubber gently on the counter of the sink I unbuckled the belt and then the button and zipper Sliding the briefs under my balls I picked the rubber up. Taking the opening of the rubber and carefully placing it on the head of my dick I began sliding it over my own dick. The feel of his warm spunk covering my cock had me pulsing , shaking and panting. Once on my head at the tip of the rubber I stroked. Feeling his spunk sliding over my organ was causing me to panting franticly sweat rushing from my pores . I screamed a loud moan of ecstasy of pleasure. My dick was filling dads rubber with my white stuff. I was cumming, Grabbing the counter of the sink, Wanting this to last forever, I kept stroking .My body in spasms of vibrating ecstasy. I looked down as the feeling dwindled and saw my dick pulsing a few more spurts . The rubber full .
I had finally had and orgasm. My first in dad’s shoes and socks. And his used rubber.
