I've been into ripe stank foot odor since I was really young. In grade school I used to snag my older brother's smelly gym socks and sniff them while playing with my little boner. Not that I knew what to do with it, but the smell was so arousing I would get hard instantly and would rub my cock for an hour or more. By the time I was in my teens, I was wanking off in my friend or brother's sneakers and using my bro’s socks to sniff & toss off with every chance I got.
As I went through my growth spurt freshman year in high school, my shoe size reached 10 and I became literally obsessed with anything that had to do with feet. Socks sandals sneaks toes arches heels…everything! I couldn't
keep my eyes off of hot dudes from the ankle down. Whenever one of my or my brother’s friends stayed the night, I'd find a way to get a hold of their shoes or socks and go hide somewhere to sniff them as I jerked off. I
scoured the locker room at school for socks and would spend a lot of time in there just to take in the ripeness that permeated the room. I even managed to befriend a kid because he had big size 12's and his foot odor
would fill up any room he took his shoes of in.
Sophomore year, I went through a weird insecurity phase where I thought something was seriously wrong with me for being so into and obsessed with feet. I thought maybe I was autistic or that something traumatic happened in my life that caused me to associate ripe foot odor with sexual arousal.
Ironically, this was the same time in my life where I became very active in soccer bball and hoops, as well as started to develop a distinct footfunk. The combination of my natural scent with the sweaty active use of my feet
became intoxicating to me. My odor started to become noticeable to others as well. My mother picked up odor-eaters for me once and my brother roused me for having stinky feet. I soon got over my hang-ups about my turn-ons. I
came into a fuller awareness that not only was a footfreak but a pervert and freak in general. I sexualized things due more to my horny Scorpio nature rather than as a reaction to a life event. The recognition I received from friends and family regarding my ripe feet became a major arousal for me. I stopped washing them with soap and started
wearing the same pair of socks for a week at a time. I continued to try as hard as I could to get off on other dudes sweaty ripe socks sneaks and feet and totally got into my own. By spring of my sophomore year, I developed a pattern of wearing the same pair of socks for two weeks in a row, changing them only every other Monday. I also made it standard practice that the only place I'd shoot my load was in a sock or a sneaker, whether my own or someone else’s. Oddly enough, my mother never commented on how few pairs of socks made it to my dirty laundry, but then she wasn't too observant in the first place.
I think my parents felt bad for me and my smelly feet situation. The scolded my brother whenever he would tease me about their ripeness, thinking I was sensitive about it. I'm sure they chalked it up to some sort of genetics. Never did they suspect that I cultivated my ripeness for
pleasure. I should note that by this time in my life, I was already having sex with guys and was out. On more than one occasion, I was caught fucking around with dudes and at 15 was outed by my very loving and understanding parents.
Every chance I got to score with a dude (usually seniors or college guys) I would find a way to play with their feet.
I got lucky my junior year and was spending every second attached at the hip with my friend Adam. Long story short, we began fucking around and I eventually came out to him about my foot thing. It was easy because he had been dropping hints that he knew. He would always make a note of such
things as his feet being up on a table in front of me, or comment on how ripe my feet smelled or how achy his were. After discussing my foot fetish, he told me he new that I jizzed in his sneakers and sniffed his socks. He
told me that although he wasn’t particularly into it, he was turned on that I was and that I was so attracted to his. By this time, my shoe size had grown and I was now the size 11 that I am today. Adam was the same. His feet were not as ripe as mine but still had a nice funk to them. It became
a fun game for us and a way for him to torment me and tease me, especially in public. He even went as far as leaving me his crusty socks to use to sniff and asked me to fuck his sneaks and shoot in them. My experiences with him helped me refine my ability to get off with someone stroking my cock with their feet. In college, I lived with the same three guys for 4 years. Within months of my freshman year, I earned the nickname “Sockfunk”. To this day, my roommates make me keep my sneaks on the front porch, tell me to wash my
feet and constantly comment on how ripe they are and how bad my footstank fills the house. I make it a habit to expose my ripeness in public every chance I get. Oddly enough, I tend to get just as many dudes drawn to it as I do responses of disdain.
