The city I live in has a large population of homeless guys, many of them in their twenties and thirties. They often gather in groups, and walk the city streets. They are provided food and clothing by the city. They are almost always in jeans or shorts, t-shirts and sneakers. They are most often in white cotton socks, which they obviously wear repeatedly!
This is a true story of my first encounter with their discarded, sweat and stench filled socks! I took them quite unexpectedly, it was a spontaneous reaction to what I saw happening in front of my eyes!
It was a hot summer afternoon and I was lying in a park sunbathing. I was on my towel, soaking up the sun, my face buried in a book, when these two guys entered the park. Both in their twenties, I'd seen them around before. One was blonde with very short hair, 5'8 , 180 llbs, blue eyes, a stocky build.
The other guy was taller, thinner, with black hair and dark eyes. They both had on white sneakers with cotton white socks. They had brought their city provided food with them. They sat in the middle of the park, eating and talking. They were noisy and boisterous.
The park did not have a lot of people, possibly because the transients very often came there. In this instance, I was the only one there besides these two guys. They continued their banter and had soon finished their food. They each pulled out a pair of new white cotton socks.
Laughing and joking amongst themselves, they yanked off their sneakers to reveal white cotton socks with the bottoms turned grayish brown being caked in their sweat! They pulled their socks off and dumped them on the grass. They then started rubbing their feet. ..I almost exploded just glancing at them from the corner of my eye...I was pretending to be engrossed in my book!
They put on their new socks, gathered up their backpacks and started walking away, leaving those abandoned socks on the grass! I looked at them exiting the park, making sure they were out of sight. For a moment I was paralyzed with excitement and fear, but looking around furtively, I slowly walked towards the socks, after making sure I was alone in the park...I grabbed the socks and shoved them into a plastic shop bag which I pushed into my large tote bag! They felt DAMP in my hands for those brief seconds!
I rushed home with my pickings, the plastic bag buried deep in my tote. I live alone, so once I was home I stripped down to my shorts, had the Kleenex ready, lay down in beds pulled out one of the socks, it was turned inside out when he yanked it off, so it was the part that touched his foot....I held the most sock over my nose and inhaled deeply.....
Oh the aroma......it was unbelievable. ...completely wet with his sweat gathered for possibly weeks! The blend of his foot sweat blended with the stench of the leather sneaker engulfed me! I inhaled repeatedly the sweat and stench, breathing it in until I was aware of nothing but that potent foot odor of that hot homeless
male! I was jacking off rigidly while sniffing on that sock....I came several times!
I kept those socks for several sessions. Eventually they dried up and the odor faded. I found several discarded socks I the following years but I soon decided to only take socks from guys I could SEE discarding them...my rule being I had to lust after the guy who was discarding the socks! There were other instances.....
TO BE CONTINUED......
