Of course, I will not use real names or real places as it has to do with a real hot police officer. I don't even want to describe him but take my word for it he's every woman and gay men every where’s fantasy Man! Anyway, our fathers were friends forever, however we never really developed a full-on friendship, but we always crossed paths now and then. So of course, me being heavy into socks and sneakers, I wanted his. We will call him Benson, Constable Benson. Benson was a very difficult man when it came to his sneakers, and socks. I mean first he was a cop, and second of all what would be the consequences of getting caught stealing his dirty socks. I shuttered at the thought but every time I laid eyes on him I'd shudder in the knees. Just the thought of rubbing his stinky socks he'd been in all day all over my cock made me want more and more. 12 hours on his feet made me think just how stinky his socks would be.

Finally, my moment arrived, well actually a couple excellent moments came back to back. One day when my dad stopped in at the Benson's we walked in, and normally Benson wasn't there, but that day there he sat in Neon yellow Nike frees. I rarely saw him in Sneakers, so the sight was quite a sight to behold. Benson looks up at and says, "just the man I wanted to see", ahhh the words sounded so nice flowing off his pink lips. Turns out he needed some help moving a few items from his place. Sure, I was in, anything to get into his house I thought. So, in a few minutes we were en-route to Bensons house. Fast Forward, we ended up in his shed piecing together a windmill aerator, after moving all the items that needed to be moved. It was then I asked if I could use his washroom. He looked up and proceeded to give directions, and I was on my way. The house was so quiet and quite the distance from where the constable stood. I skipped the bathroom totally and searched for the Constables room, BINGO the room was directly across from the bathroom. I look in and just as in every married couples room is a dirty laundry hamper. There just a hop, skip and a jump away was Bensons stinky socks. I almost jumped right beside it and opened it like a kid on Christmas day. I had to move a couple clothes to finally get to the constable’s stinky socks. The socks were as I thought Hanes Tube Socks, and showed wear from catching all those bad guys. When I went to pull the pair out they came with a cute pair of white tight jockey shorts. I put the socks in my crotch area, and the jockey shorts in the back of my pants. The walk back was exhilarating knowing I had Bensons stinky stuff in my pants and he was none the wiser. I spent the next 2 hours like that, and just the thought having fun with the items when I got home had me raging a boner the whole time, so it was tucked in my pant waist. I did wait until I got home as hard as it was, but what an awesome session I had. I got completely naked and draped the socks over my face, and slowly swung his jockey shorts just inches from my nostrils. Every once in a while, when I got a hint of the constables scent my cock would bob, and I would slap it hard, but as rigid as it was it didn't move much but instead pulsated and bobbed even more. Finally, I just lay back and visualizing Benson I sniffed the most intimate parts of the Police Officers socks, and Jockey Shorts. The scent was indescribable, but I can tell you it left a lingering scent in my brain. I inspected the jockey shorts for any cum stains, but nothing, the shorts did smell like the Cop. Finally, with the Hanes socks flipped inside out and covering the entirety of my arm I violently beat my throbbing member. With the smell of Benson, and the rough material on the head of my cock, my Man ooze was soon splashing on this Cops Stinky socks. I wrapped those babies up in a Ziploc bag for plenty of uses later, the smell lingered for a while too. I considered myself lucky to have a pair of this dudes Dirty Hanes socks, which upon closer inspection the threads proved no match for the Cops muscular feet.

So, onto the second experience. I dropped by my dad’s place, and during our conversation he tells me that I should go down and cheer on the local baseball team. A game that none other than the Constable would be playing in. So, I find out that the game is at 3 pm, so I pull in a bit early to get a good view of the constable. Around 2:45 in rolls the cop and let me describe in detail just what happened next. Out jumps this hunk of a man dressed in a pair of bright blue jogging pants a nice fitted t-shirt, and hot blue and white Nike TN with adorable Hanes ankle socks peeking out from the sneaker. Let me tell yam he looked so damn hot in that combination and realized I had already started to sport wood. He walked away from his truck and was probably just checking in because soon after he was back at his truck fishing out a bag from his front seat, and then positioned himself perfectly on the tailgate of his truck. The with 2 heel pops his beautiful Nike TN fell to the ground leaving in their wake grey tipped and grey heeled white Hanes socks. I was in a trance, and now all I wanted was those sneakers and socks in my face. He lifted his first leg and proceeded to remove his first sock, by now all I could was rub my throbbing cock through my sweats. Then he removed his second sock, and the sight was almost as exciting as the first sock that was removed. He sat there for a bit dangling his perfect pink toes, probably enjoying the cool breeze through his toes. Then with excellent precision he used his right foot to grab the sneakers off the ground. He brushed each one of them off then stuffed each one with a sweaty recently removed sock. He then unzipped his bag he got from the front seat open and pulled out a long pair of white blindingly white tube socks and sat there for the next 3 minutes picking off the lint from the first sock. He then so seductively, well for me anyway, slid the sock over his toes right up to his calves, fuck I wanted to pull out my raging hard on and beat off right then and there. I did however use my time productively by snapping up a few videos. Then just like with the first sock he picked off the lint before proceeding to put on the tube sock, and just like the first I enjoyed every second of the show. Then with care and excellent handling he fished out a pair of reebok cleats. With accuracy and perfection, he slid each cleat over his perfectly formed feet. The show was hotter than some porn flick.

Then with one last stretch he hopped off the tailgate, and mindlessly or trustingly, I am not sure which one, but either way left the sneakers and socks in the back of the truck and closed the tailgate of the truck. For the next few seconds I watch as he walks towards the dugout and immediately engage in conversation with the rest of the boys. So, you can kind of get a sense of how close the vehicles were to the dugout. So, when I did the deed there was quite a bit of people around the area, but this guy was too hot and my senses and urges came over me, I took a deep breath and jumped out of my car. As I stood there I already mapped out a path I would take once I had the goods in my hand. I lunged forward and walked straight for the truck and like an eagle grabbing a fish out of water was as swift as I grabbed the sneakers. The initial path I had mapped was full of people, but I thought what was weird about a dude walking with pair of sneakers, unless of course they knew they were the constables. This concerned me a little, but again my lust for his footwear overpowered any fear. I finally made it back to my car and tossed the beauties in the back. That's when paranoia set in, and it felt as though everyone knew what I just did. I didn't want to cause any more suspiciousness, so I quickly joined the guys in the dugout. Time went by and I started to relax, constantly thinking of the goods in the back of my car. That's when I noticed Benson's socks, wow only 20 minutes into the game and they were dirty orange. Finally, the game came to an end, and I decided I would walk back to the truck with Benson, to see his reaction over his recently stolen Sneakers. We get back to his truck and he proceeds to put his gear in the back at first a puzzled look came over his face as he scans the back of his truck. Now struggling to finish a story he had been telling upon arriving at his truck. He pauses for a minute before sliding his bag over to inspect it as if he probably mindlessly put the sneakers in his bag. Then with a final attempt he opens the front door and rummages through the front of the cab. He turns to me and says, "I think someone swiped my shoes". Me acting oblivious ask if he was sure? He says, "I had them in the back of my truck". He then proceeds to scan the area as if to locate the culprit, which little did he know stood right in front of him. Quickly his concern turned to anger, and began cursing and turning beet red. He looked pretty sexy when he was mad. Anyway, I hung around until he calmed down. Finally, when I feel he accepted his loss, I told him I was going to head home. What he didn't know was what I was rushing home for. As I walked away I overheard him asking people passing by if they saw anyone in the back of his truck. That's when I became terrified, I thought what if he did find a witness. As I got in the car I noticed he was talking quite intently to a couple that looked like they knew some information. I was freaked out, especially when they all looked in my direction. I mean it could have been just the sound of my car starting, but either way I was feeling like I was caught. So, I put that car in Drive and drove off. The ride home was a nervous one, and every thought of getting caught was running through my mind. I decide to stop at my parents’ house before I go home, and my heart drops when my Mom says Benson called and wanted me to call him. I wondered why he called my parents, and he didn't just call my cell. I took out my cell and realized he did, but the phone was on silent. Now sweating at the brow and thinking this was it I was caught. In fact, I was already coming up with excuses, like I did it as a prank, and didn't know he would get so mad. I decided I would just text him.

"Hey Benson, What's up? :)"

Benson - "Hey man, Sorry to bother you but I know your pretty tech saavy and was wondering if you set up a camera for me?"

Me - "Sure Man, When?"

Benson - "Tomorrow, early. Before the game, I want to catch this fucker"

Me - "OK, I will be over at 9:00. Good Luck!"

So, after I hung up the phone and figured I was in the clear I headed home. I get comfortable and, on the cops, Hanes socks, and passionately made love to Bensons sneakers. I had his socks all over my sweaty body and within seconds the sneakers were covered in cum, and socks soaked from my chewing all the sweet foot sweat out. I did help the cop set up camera, but the culprit was never caught. He lost out on his sneakers and wasted money on a camera. That's all I got on him for now.