Alex made himself at home, sitting his ass in the gaming chair beside me. I parked in the one on the left and grabbed two bottles of beer from the pack I had placed between us.
"So, what're we playing," he asked me.
I popped the caps off the beers, handing him a bottle. "Feel like some nostalgia today? I was thinking Halo?"
He choked a bit on the swig he was taking, "Shit! I haven't played that fucking game in ages. I'm gonna suck, but I'd be down."
"Same, but let's do it." I reached up for the Xbox controllers on the TV stand and sat back into my chair, holding one out to him.
Before taking it, Alex grabbed at the heel of his right sneaker and popped it off his foot to place it to the side. He was getting comfortable. I noticed the white sock he was wearing looked a bit dirty. He proceeded to take the left sneaker off and neatly placed it beside the other. Just like the first sock, the other sock looked pretty dirty as well.
Socks and kicks weren't always a kink for me, but in recent years my curiosity had been wandering and I found myself eyeing guys' feet and what they had on them. I wouldn't consider myself a "foot" guy either. My fetish really revolved around what was
on
guys' feet, and what it smelled like. To be honest, I'm not really sure where it all started. I think at first, I started getting lazy with my clean up after beating off at night and started sliding my prick into my used socks from that day to load them up. Then it transitioned into more active engagement with them. I'd eventually start taking whiffs of them when I pulled them off my sweaty feet at the end of the day, and finding I was really turned on by the funk. Then eventually, as I slipped a dirty sock on my dick to sperm in before bed, I'd place the other one on my chest to be able to smell it as I went at it. Now, I was putting them in my mouth to have a taste or wearing them for days at a time to get them stankier. It was a fully developed fetish, to the point that I was curious to smell other guys' and load them with my cum.
I think what also really turned me on, about sneakers anyway, was hearing what size a guy was. It was almost another way to compare sizes. Sure, you can ask a guy how big his cock was, but how big were his feet? Did he have the same size as you? Would you be able to swap sneaks with him? Almost in a form of swapping souls. Literally stepping into another guy's shoes. I would get a rush asking a guy what size he wore.
Alex leaned back and grabbed the controller from my hand. And like guys do, I took the chance to tease him. Some might call it flirting. "Dude, when's the last time you washed your socks?"
I saw a flash of red in his cheeks from embarrassment, but it quickly vanished, and he brushed it off casually. He lifted a foot so we could both see the darkened sole. He didn't answer me at first and put his foot back down. Probably letting the awkwardness of being embarrassed subside before he said, "Honestly, Greg, I grabbed these off my bedroom floor. I don't even know when I washed them last. I've definitely worn them a few times at this point. Probably should have thrown them in my laundry basket."
I felt a rush in my chest and thought about how they would smell. I powered on the Xbox and we sat in the quiet for a second while it loaded. I secretly glanced at his socked feet from the corner of my eye again, stretched out in front of him.
I broke the silence. "Do you ever get comments on how your feet smell?" My heart lurched. Not only was the anticipation hot, waiting to hear his answer, but I liked being a little weird about it and asking guy's awkward questions that I wasn't sure how they would respond to.
"Um..." I could sense he was a little weirded out, but clearly not altogether turned off by being asked. "To be honest, yeah. A little more than you'd think." My cock thumped between my legs.
"Really?" The flash of red tickled his cheeks again when I asked.
"Yeah. My mom or sister usually make comments every once in a while, when I take my sneakers off. Not really my bros though."
"What do they say?"
He glanced at me and made a face that said
why the hell do you care?
"I don't know. Usually something along the lines of me having to wash or change my socks more and that they smell pretty bad."
"Gotcha," I said, trying to downplay my interest.
"Why, do they smell?" he asked me. I looked at his socks again and took a few sniffs of the air. There was definitely a slight cheesy smell, typical for about 4 days of wear from my experience in huffing dirty socks. I didn't have sneakers on either so it very likely could have been my own feet too. Guys feet typically smell, and both of ours definitely did.
"I think they smell."
"Fuck dude. My bad. I should have grabbed clean ones to throw on. That's fucking embarrassing." His face was red, and he pulled his legs in so cover them up.
"Nah, dude. Don't sweat it. Let them smell dude. Actually, full transparency?" Alex looked at me and my heart cranked more, about to admit. "I actually kind of dig the smell of your feet."
"Bro, that's fucking whack, you weirdo." I was immediately red in the face. I could feel it. Embarrassment fluttered in my chest. I took my eyes away from his dirty socks to watch Halo load and heard him shuffling beside me, no doubt putting his kicks back on to leave. "Prove it."
I turned back and saw that he had pulled off his left sock and was holding it up to me. His toes were bare, and he had a smirk on his face.
"Are you fucking serious, dude?"
"Take a whiff, Greg."
"Weren't you just weirded out."
"Nah, not really. Just like teasing you and making you embarrassed. Go ahead, smell them, you won't."
"Clearly you don't know what I'm into," I said, grabbing for his sock. It was damp and a bit crusty.
Had he cum in these?
Alex watched me as I put his dirty sock to my nostrils and inhaled. They smelled like an old high school locker room, like sweat and feet and testosterone. I couldn't stop them. My eyes rolled back as my chest grew, sucking in the smell of my bro's dirty socks. He had definitely worn these for a few days. My cock starting rising being able to get a whiff of them.
