This particular guy was in his mid 30s, astonishingly good looking and rugged. I first saw him riding the subway, he looked to me like a buff construction worker. He had on jeans, a t-shirt and tan steel toe workboots at least size 13. He even had on a tool belt. He was 6ft tall, large frame, clean shaven, with turquoise blue eyes, dark hair. I lusted after him on sight!

I saw him again on the subway months later. He no longer had on the boots or belt. He looked scruffier (but not dirty) , he had on flip flops, a trackpant and a t-shirt. It was a shock to realize he was homeless. He didn't make eye contact, and it was clear he was uncomfortable being there .

Through the years I'd see him around the city, he was always alone, on the street. He was always dressed well and had on different clothes and shoes each time I saw him. I was always moist every time I saw....I once overheard two women walking to the subway.....they had obviously noticed him before....and referred to him as 'that good-looking homeless guy'....

I was always wanting to talk to him, but I was too hesitant. I was aware people would see me talking to him. Many years later I saw him at the subway. He had occupied the passage. He was older, lots of grey in his black hair, but still very good looking and manly! He had on black leather shoes and dark grey socks. After seeing him a few weeks at the same passage, I realized he was living there. I also realized he had on the same dark grey socks!

I was now quite hungry for him! I had to have those socks which he had worn for weeks! I devised a plan to get them from him. I just needed the nerve to implement the plan. I started by making eye contact with him. He was understandably hesitant.

I brought him some bread, cheese and coldcuts. I gave them him. He looked timidly at me but accepted them. It was 9 in the evening, lower volume of people exiting the subway. I sat beside him as nervous as he was. I asked him what his name was, he told me it was Gil. He told me he was 47 years old. ..2 years older than me.

I told him I would bring him more food, which he thanked me for. The next evening I was there at the same late hour with the food. I told him I had a pair if new socks for him. I have him a plastic shop bag and told him to put his dirty socks in the bag and that I would wash them for him! I gave him the new socks and left him as people were exiting the subway!

When people had left the subway I made my way back to him. I'd looked furtively at him and I saw that he'd removed his socks, placed them in the bag and put on the new socks I gave him. He gave me the bag which I shoved immediately into my tote bag! Mission accomplished after years of longing! I told him I would keep bringing him food and socks, and take his dirty socks for washing! He looked bewildered but glad of the clean socks.

I got those socks home, stripped down, Kleenex ready, I lay in bed and took out one of the socks. They were a size 13 thick grey cotton socks with darker toe and heel! I placed the sock on my face.....it was wet with his sweat! There was an intoxicating blend of leather and strong foot odor after weeks in those shoes! I breathed in his foot stench drenched in the odor of the leather as well!

I was in ecstasy inhaling the hot foot sweat of this man I'd lusted after for so many years!

The only thing which would make it better would be if I had him in bed with me, worshipping kissing and licking those size 13 sweat drenched feet! I satiated myself sniffing those socks, cock in hand pounding viciously till I came several times! I still have those socks, faded now but still with a whiff. I fully intended to act on my fantasy of servicing Gil but alas he moved area and I haven't seen him since. If I do, l'm going to! I'm older and bolder!