More importantly let’s get on with the reason I am telling this story. I have the biggest sneaker and white sock fetish, and will do crazy things to get it, which leads me to my story. 

My uncle, who is the reason I started to have a white sock fetish (which is another story), had a hockey team in my local community. From the moment I went with him for a hockey game I noticed that all his players were hot as hell! It may have just been teenage hormones but I was starting to devise all sorts of plans to get my hands on all the teammates socks, and sneakers! For weeks I would have plenty of opportunities to sniff sneakers, and take the occasional dirty pair of socks, but would never take them. I would be too afraid to get caught, and miss any future opportunities. So to begin I have the first story which leads up to my second one, and they are both equally hot!

So it was a brisk afternoon, and my uncle had asked if I wanted to drive him to practice because he would be needing me to bring his truck back home. I said yes, only because I wanted to get my hands on one of his buddies gear.  Didn’t matter which buddy, as long as it was one of his buddies gear. I got a couple of good sniffs of all kinds of sneakers and boots, during practice, but didn’t anticipate what would happen next. Practice was over and I was waiting for my uncle to drop his gear off so I can head home. I was waiting to jerk off with what goodies I got from the locker room. Then here comes my uncle hockey stick in hand, and hockey bag in the other. Beside him was his best bud, and probably the 2nd hottest on the team, Casey. He got to the truck, and both of them proceeded to throw their bags in the back. My uncle tells me to take his truck back to my house and he would pick it up later. I went into overdrive thinking of Casey’s gear in the back…

I think I only drove for a couple of miles before I had to sniff something of Casey’s! I think I pulled over at a local 7-11 and proceeded to the back of the truck. I remember shaking in anticipation, and already sporting some wood. Of course I already know what my Uncles bag looks like, so I bee lined straight for Casey’s bag. I unzipped and dove in, and although I was expecting sweaty damp socks, there was nothing. There was however a pair of old worn socks in the side pocket, and they were nice and cheesy! All I remember driving home was breathing in Casey’s stinky socks, and feeling my throbbing cock in my jeans. I get home, and grab his jock and cup and socks, and have a stinky jerk session with Casey’s used socks and Jock! I know you’re thinking is that all? Well that’s not all, the night gets more interesting. As much as I wanted to dress up in all his gear and have the piggiest session ever, I always keep my mind opened to the idea that more opportunities will arise (how right I am). 

I head to bed around 11:30PM, and am awoken by 1:30 by racket outside and knocking at my door. I run to answer it, and it’s my uncle. He’s drunk and wants his keys, and me being a nice nephew offer to take him back home. I lock up my house, and we head to his house. He has all his friends en-route, and I am thinking what the night has to offer. Since he knows I don’t drink he sets me up with a room and while I settle in he continues to party. I must of just laid there listening to them party when I must of dozed off. Suddenly I woke up to silence………

First thing on my mind was, what is always on my mind, where can I sniff some stinky socks? I make my was upstairs and hear snoring right off the bat. I think, Good Sign…. I walk into the living room, and low and behold Casey passed out on the couch with a clear view of his socks, he obviously didn’t change from practice earlier. Before I indulge I inspect the rest of the house, and only find my uncle so everyone must of already left. As a true sock fetishist I have to whiff my uncles socks for a few seconds. As usual it has the hot sweaty jock smell to it, and it only gets me started as I think of what awaits me in the living room!

I finally get to the point where I want to sniff and have fun with Casey’s feet. I head to the living room only to find Casey sitting upright holding his head. I ask what’s wrong, and apparently he has the biggest headache. Damn! He’s up, and my Dick is up, now what?

I make like a magician and do my tricks. I grab my uncles hard liquor cabinet, and not even a couple shots later Casey is back to buzzing. I tried to get his other side, but no matter how buzzed he got, he always stuck to his guns. This dude is straighter than straight, and that made me want him more. So we ended up sitting up all night talking and before I almost gave up he finally says I got to get up soon, so I better get up in a couple hours, so I gladly pretended to go to sleep. I must of waited at least 20 minutes before I made my move. I made my way upstairs, and as before I encountered his feet propped up on the couch he was sleeping on. Since I was horny all night I went straight for some deep sniffs. For every snore Casey did, I inhaled all his jock sock stink, and let me tell you this dude smelled straight up hot! I must of sat there with nose pressed up against his sock clad feet, and was steadily stroking my throbbing member for atleast20 minutes. I finally couldn’t take it and stood up and exploded on his socks. I just stood there trembling for a couple minutes before I take a few zzzz’s myself.

I woke up the next morning, and although I couldn’t look Casey in the eye, I still every second of it. So this was only the beginning. Let’s just say if you like this story, you will like my next story. It involves 6 players and all their gear and sneakers and boots……. TO BE CONTINUED