During the ride to my office, I went over my plan for day again. I wanted to be at my office in 15 minutes, finish my day's work by noon and spend an hour at the gym after that, and then shower and head straight to the airport. My plan was to reach the airport by 2PM so that I would have 2 hours to finish security clearance and grab something to eat before I board my 4PM flight.

THE BAD:

Everything went according to my plan, until I was about to finish my workout. At 12.50PM, I received a call from one of my colleagues about a customer escalation at office and he requested my support to resolve the issue. I had half a mind to say I could not support, but, being the workaholic I am, I agreed to support him on the phone. Walking on the treadmill, I discussed the problem in detail with my colleague and eventually, we found the root cause of the issue and how to fix it. My colleague thanked me for helping and mentioned that he would take care of the next steps. Happy that the issue was resolved, I checked the time on my mobile to realize I had less than 2 hours for my flight and I was in my sweaty tracks and gym socks and sneakers. I had been wearing the same socks for 4 days and I have been sweating in my gym sneakers for almost 5 months now. I quickly ran into the locker room, collected my belongings and started booking a ride as I made my way out of the building. 5 mins wait for my ride to arrive felt like forever. After I got in, I quickly pulled over a collared tee from top of my bag and put it on over my gym clothes. 

As soon as I arrived at the airport, I rushed in, with my carryon baggage that has a small rainbow flag tagged on the zipper. Since I did not have any bags to check-in and I already had the mobile boarding pass, I directly joined the line for security clearance.

It was good that I could keep my tee to hide my sweaty body, but I had to take off my sneakers. I placed my laptop, purse, mobile, watch and my hand luggage for screening and finally, had to take off my sweaty sneakers. At that moment, I wished I had changed into different shoes as well during the ride to airport. When I was taking off my sneakers, the guy behind me who had a single duffle leather bag in his hand and slip-on shoes had put his tray on the belt. When I was about to put my sneakers in a different tray, the security officer instructed not to use a tray for the sneakers but, directly put them on the screening belt.

As I waited behind the metal detector, I could see my sweaty sock print on the floor every step of my way. As soon as I was cleared in the metal detector, I ran to pick up my stuff and my sneakers. The guy who had slipped his luggage before my sneakers stood next to me and smiled at me. I returned the smile, just as a courtesy. As I started collecting my bag, laptop, purse and mobile, my hands were full. So, I went to a chair nearby to arrange my stuff before my sneakers came through. I kept the laptop back into my bag and put my purse and mobile back in my pocket.

THE UNEXPECTED:

As I was wearing my watch, the guy who slipped his luggage before my sneakers, was standing in front of me, holding my sneakers. He just had a genuine smile on his face again and told me that he noticed I was in a hurry and so, he picked them up. I accepted thanking him and started wearing my sneakers. I was a little surprised that someone would do this at an airport, and suspected if he might have a foot fetish like me, but, I did not try to read too much into his action. He asked me what my destination was and when I responded, he mentioned that he was taking the same flight. I did not talk much as I was hungry and still trying to relax, but we both hurried together to the gate and we noticed that the boarding was almost compete and there were very few people in the queue. I finally took a deep breathe, since I made it to the gate before it was closed. I began to cool down and, I looked clearly at the sneaker guy, I mean the who picked up my sweaty sneakers. I could not help that my mind registered his as "The sneaker guy".

He looked a little older than me, may be in his mid-30's and had thick black hair with little hint of grey. He was a little shorter than me, with an average build. We just had a brief chat about how we made it on time as we boarded the flight. More than half of the seats in the flight were empty. The flight was a Boeing-737 with seat configuration of 3-3 and my seat was 26F, a window seat. I noticed that there were no other passengers nearby. The sneaker guy passed my row and mentioned that his seat was 28A. Within a few minutes, the flight attendant announced that the boarding was complete.

I grabbed a protein bar from the top pouch of my bag to satisfy my hunger and buckled the seatbelt. Around 20 minutes after take-off, the seat belt sign was off. The sneaker guy walked to me and asked me if he could move to the corner seat in my row and chat for a while if I would not mind. I started to feel a strong vibe that this guy was into me. Being a gay guy who loves travelling solo most of the time, I have had my share of experiences of guys approaching me in different ways, but, never on a flight. Just to see what it would lead to, I decided to entertain the sneaker guy.

We started to talk about the weather, which is an excellent ice-breaker conversation anywhere in the world and then we moved on to a talk about few general topics and then, world affairs. I was feeling a little itchy with my sweaty clothes, so I decided to take off my collared tee. I also was curious to see how the sneaker guy would react. As soon as I took off my tee, I could smell my own body odor. Talking about my busy day, I told the sneaker guy that he could move to a different seat if my stink bothered him. He got up, but, to my sudden surprise, he moved to my immediate next seat. When I was still digesting his move, he brought his face close to my pits, took a deep sniff and told me I smelled nice.

Now, I was sure that this guy was totally into me and he was kinky as well, but, I did not want to say anything yet. Trying to figure out more about his kinks, I crossed my leg and started shaking my foot and continued to talk with him. He was watching my sneakers as we talked and when I stopped shaking my foot, he paused talking for a moment, but immediately continued. I was having fun now and wanted to give him a nudge and find out if he was a submissive guy. So, I started shaking my foot again and this time, my sneakers were hitting his knees. He continued to chat as if nothing had changed and his hand was on my sneakers. I now had the heel of my sneaker pressed to his knee and started pulling my sneaker off my foot against his knee. His hand moved over to my sweaty smelly socks as my sneaker started to slide off my heel. At this point, I dropped my shoe to the floor. He dropped a brochure down and acted as if he is struggling to pick it up and then, he went down from his seat in the cramped space to pick up the brochure. While going down, he brushed his face against my socked foot and he sniffed my sneaker before he picked up the brochure. When he got back on the seat, we both exchanged looks which indicated we both hand an understanding about our unspoken actions. He went back to his seat and returned after couple of minutes, with a small blanket; I was not sure if it was from his bag or he had requested it from the flight attendant.  He winked at me saying he is feeling sleepy, threw the blanket over his head and over my socked foot and leaned forward as if he wanted to sleep on his knees and started sniffing my sweaty and rank socks. I had enjoyed getting my sneakers, socks and feet worshipped many times, but, this mile high adventure was definitely new for me and I had to hide my boner with a magazine. I occasionally teased him moving my foot as he continued to sniff.  He spent close to 20 minutes under the blanket sniffing my sweaty socks.

After that, he got up and we started to talk again. He wanted to know where I was going to stay. When I started to debate in my mind whether I could disclose the details to a stranger, he mentioned that his hotel was very close to the airport and asked me if I want to take a shower before I went on my way. I hesitated a moment thinking of reasons to say no, but finally agreed. He got back to his seat after that and soon the flight started to descend. When we were exiting the plane, I started moving ahead and he followed me close as if I might slip away from him. I was just trying to get a measure of how much he wanted to be with me. It was clear to me that he wanted to have really eager to have some fun. After immigration clearance, we walked out together and he hired a taxi and within 5 minutes we were at his hotel.

THE GOOD:

I sat on the couch in the hotel lobby as he checked-in and collected the keys. As soon as we both stepped into the room, he locked the door, wend down on the floor and kissed my sneakers. Still kneeling on the floor, he looked up and gave a big smile and hugged me like a kid and rubbed his face hungrily in my body and crotch, as if, he was desperate for a man's touch. Placing one of my feet on his shoulder after he let me go, I asked him if he was ready to worship me. He nodded with joy. I asked him again, if only likes to worship my foot or also interested in sucking me. He said he wanted to taste my cum. Removing my foot and gently slapping on his cheeks, I walked in and sat on the bed, crossing my legs.

He crawled towards the edge of the bed and started kissing and licking my right sneaker. Then, he removed my sneaker and buried his face in my sweaty sock. I was having fun and wanted to take things slow, but, I did not have too much time. I did want to step out too late in the night in a foreign country and neither was I ready to spend the night with a stranger. Teasing him a little with my socked foot, I gently pushed him to the ground with my left foot which still had the sneaker on. As he began sniffing and licking my socks, I started to rub his cock with left foot. He started moaning into my socks and I could feel his cock throbbing even with my sneakers on.  After a few minutes, I made my take off my other sneaker and used his face as footrest for both my socked feet. Then, I made him take off both my socks with his mouth, lick my feet heel to toe and suck on each of my toes. For nearly 15 minutes, I make him sniff, lick and suck, teasing and slapping him gently with my feet.

Now, it was time to move away from my feet try a little more of other stuff. I took off my clothes, except my underwear and threw them over his face, ordered him to sniff them and then fold them neatly. When he was sniffing my sweaty gym clothes, I put my hands behind my head exposing my stinky armpits. After folding my clothes, he got up from the floor and started sniffing and licking my pits. After couple of minutes, I grabbed his hair and pushed him down to my crotch. He immediately started to rub his face on my underwear. I checked the time and it was close to an hour since we reached the hotel. Even though we both were having a good time, I wanted to leave soon. So, I pulled down my underwear and made him suck my cock. He did a good job and for that, he was rewarded with my cum all over his face.

I ordered him to get cleaned before I took a shower. I packed my gym clothes in a plastic bag when he was in the bathroom. Once he was out, I went into the bathroom carrying my bag as well and had a wonderful shower. After shower, I quickly dried my hair and changed into a fresh set of clothes.

I came out of the bathroom with my luggage to find him on the floor sniffing my sneakers with my sock in my mouth. I signaled him to follow me as I pulled out fresh pair of socks from my bag. He followed, carrying my sneakers and rank socks. Tossing my fresh socks at him, I sat at the edge of the bed and lifted my feet to his face. He kissed both my feet and put my socks on. I looked over my sneakers, and he understood it was time to say goodbye. He took one last deep sniff before putting them back on my feet and kissed them.

Lifting him up, I smiled at him, gave him a tight hug and a small kiss. He handed over my smelly socks which I stuffed in my pocket. As I was leaving, he followed me to the door. At the door, I turned back, stuffed my socks into his mouth and left, closing the door behind me, smiling at his surprised expression!