Quietguy: Discovering My Sock Kink

As a 50 year old man I had always had a good sex life with my partners, but usually on the vanilla side. I had never been particularly adventurous or maybe I just hadn't found the partner to be adventurous with. Either way I was happy with my sex life, we had sex most weeks, when we weren't too busy or too tired.

I consider myself average looking. Average height, and most definitely an introvert. I am not one of life's risk takers and never the life and soul of the party. Previously partners have described me as boring... and well maybe they just needed to look a bit deeper.

I don't have a type. I have had partners who are tall, short, blonde brunette and red heads. I have dated women of different ethnicity, different body shapes. It is not just looks that attract me, I find certain personalities a turn on too. You can't have a relationship with someone if you can't have a good conversation with them I always think.

I had never been into feet or socks. They didn't hold any appeal for me. I wasn't even sure a foot kink was a real thing or one of these urban myths. I had seen some feet porn, women giving guys footjobs and the like so I can see practical ways people can involve feet during sex. But feet themselves I didn't see the attraction.

I had the same occasional fantasies that other guys have like a threesome, or a damsel in distress that needs my help and repays me with sexual favours but those were just fantasies, not to be acted upon just stored in the wank bank for when they are needed.

I didn't think I had an addictive trait in my body. I have never taken drugs, I don't gamble, I drink occasionally and the last time I had a cigarette was when I was 15.

I had taken some pride in keeping fit in my (late) middle age. Running three times a week and the occasional trip the gym. The one near us... I say us... me and my long term partner. The one near us was fairly small, but had everything I needed, bikes, treadmills, free weights, showers etc so did the job.

I had gone to the gym on Monday lunchtime. Working from home I had a bit of flexibility around my breaks and a boss who was happy as long as the job was done. It was raining, it was cold, wet and windy. Not a day for running outside.

The gym was busier than usual. Others clearly had the same thought as me with the weather. I found a bike, and settled in for a gentle warm up before I hit the weights.

There were the usual collection of gym regulars, and some newbies I didn't recognise. There was usually a class on at this time but a notice on the door said the class was cancelled due to staff sickness. The class is in an adjacent room at the back of the gym with big glass windows so you can see everything that is going on. No problem it didn't affect me other than the main gym being a bit busier.

There were two banks of bikes, I chose a free one in the back near the wall. Both banks of bikes were full. A sweaty guy next to me had his headphones in and was grunting loudly as he put in some effort. He must have been my age, but several stone heavier than me.

In front of me was a row of 4 bikes. All 4 were occupied by women all probably mid twenties. I vaguely recognised a couple of them who were usually in the class. The blonde directly in front of me was wearing a pink vest top, tight black shorts and white sports socks, the short ones that come just to your ankles.

They were busy chatting, I heard them talking or rather complaining about the men in their lives. Blonde girl seemed less vocal than the others and seemed to want to put in a good session on the bike rather than chat but her friends were talking across her from either side.

Her friends got off and said their goodbyes. Blonde girl stayed on the bike. I saw her click up the speed and lifted herself out of the saddle and straightened her legs to put in some more down force on the pedals.

As she rose out of the saddle I got a good view of her bum. Tight shorts, with a toned bum, and long slender legs. She was right in front of me so it was hard not to notice. I looked away and concentrated on my own exercise for a few more minutes before moving to the weights area.

I didn't think anything else of it, finished my workout and was heading to the lockers to get my bag. The gym being quite small didn't have large changing rooms and showers but several changing cubicles and 2 individual shower rooms.

The blonde girl from earlier was just coming out of one of the changing cubicles. She had her gym bag slung over one shoulder and earphones in as she walked past me, there was no eye contact. I didn't go to to the gym to socialise so rarely spoke to anyone there. I am the sort of guy that is anonymous and people don't notice.

My locker was right next to the changing cubicle she had exited. The door was left open and there on the floor was her white sports socks. They were crumpled up and looked grubby. I noticed the small motif on them which was unusual, a high end brand and not the typical gym bunny choice. definitely the same pair she had been wearing.

I remind you at this point that I had no previous interest in feet, let alone sweaty gym socks but something made me stop.

I knew she had put in a hard shift on the bike, and that bum and long toned legs as much as I didn't stare were hard not to notice.

My heart started racing. I looked around, there was no one near me. Impulsively i walked into the cubicle shut the door behind me and picked up the socks. They were still warm where she had just taken them off after her workout. What was I doing?

I couldn't help myself. I put my nose on them and breathed in. Wow. I was not expecting the scent to be so intoxicating. It wasn't an unpleasant, stale, sweaty smell. It was a warm, natural body smell. I shut the door to the cubicle and breathed them in again.

My shorts tightened as my cock demonstrated what it thought of these socks. I am not sure if it was the warm socks, the smell, or the fact they had been worn by an attractive woman working out that turned me on... but something did.

I am not one of life's risk takers. I wasn't going to get my cock out at the gym but it was literally straining to burst out of my underwear. I shoved them in my bag, flustered, and made my way out of the gym to my car.

I threw my bag on the car seat. The car park was busy but my cock was throbbing. I reached into my bag and pulled the socks out. I held them, still warm from her body heat. I wondered what other things she had done in these socks, running, weights, wearing them round the house? My hand inadvertently slipped inside my shorts to my hard member. This was not the time to be turned on in public. I squeezed the head of my cock and gradually the erection began to subside.

I drove the ten minute journey home, all the time distracted by the grubby white socks sat on top of my bag. I stopped at some lights and found myself reaching across to hold the socks again. They were soft and were still slightly taking the shape of her feet.

I held the socks as the lights changed. I drove the last couple of miles quickly, distracted by the socks and debating what to do with them. I should have probably thrown them out when I found a bin.

I got home and the house was silent. My partner and the kids were out. I went upstairs intending to have a shower. I threw my gym bag on bed alongside the socks. The socks were crumpled up and grubby but something kept drawing me back.

This is ridiculous I thought to myself. "I'm not a bloody horny teenager."

I picked up the socks one more time. My cock swelled in expectation and I couldn't resist. I shut the bedroom door in case anyone came home unexpectedly at least I might have a minute to compose myself.

I held one sock in my hand, and dropped my shorts and boxers. I rolled the sock over my rock hard cock. It wasn't one of those really long sports socks, these looked quite small maybe a size 3 or 4. I found I could stretch the heel over my balls so the sock stayed in place.

I remembered her long legs and she stood up on the pedals to put in more effort. My cock pulsed at the thought. "what am I doing?" I questioned myself. But this impulse to make myself cum was winning over common sense.

I started slowly moving my hand up and down my shaft. As I had stretched the heel over my balls the sock was quite tight on me. I only needed to hold my cock lightly, enjoying the sensation of the soft cotton on both my hand and my cock.

I resisted the urge to cum quickly. This felt so kinky and taboo I wanted to savour it. I had always enjoyed edging myself and partners as I found it made the orgasm more intense. I started slowly increasing the pressure on my grip and speeding up my hand motion but i was going to cum to quickly. I slowed down again and kept myself right on the edge.

I wasn't sure how long I could hold this without cumming. The last time I had masturbated was years ago, probably 20 years ago when I was single for a few months. I mean its not like you forget how but its definitely been a while.

I was right on the edge. I picked up the other sock that i had left on the bed and held it to my nose. Again it wasn't unpleasant, it just smelled.... used and I liked that.

I was thinking as I was wanking building up to a climax that I definitely don't have a sock or foot fetish so what the hell was I doing?

I had to slow down, my precum was making the head of my cock lubricated and extremely sensitive. I was barely moving my hand, just small gentle movement right at the widest bit if my helmet. Despite the lube i could feel it was chaffing and starting to become a little sore. It was fine balance between pain and ecstasy.

I stopped for a few moments to allow myself to breathe and for the moment to pass. I had forgotten how much fun edging was, but when you are this turned on it was like walking a very thin tightrope. One wrong movement and everything would come crashing down.

I couldn't hold on any longer. I pulled down steadily and firmly with my hand so the sock stretched and pulled my foreskin right to the point of pain.

And then it happened.

I came harder than I have ever before. My cum was seeping through the top of the sock. It was warm and thick and every time I thought I was finished another little spurt came out.

I collapsed back on the bed. I had lost track of time. I was supposed to be working. My legs were still shaking. I looked at my watch, 30 minutes until i was supposed to be on a call.

I jumped in the shower, hot water to wash and then cold to wake me up.

As I got out of the shower I heard the front door close. I suddenly realised in my moment of bliss induced euphoria I had left the other sock on the bed. I quickly went to the bedroom, and shoved the sock which was clearly too small to be mine, into my bag and threw my bag in the wardrobe.

My partner came upstairs and kissed me. I was sat on the bed in just a towel.

"You ok? you look a bit flustered."

"I'm good, had to rush back from the gym to get back for my call in a minute."

I think she bought it. I hadn't cheated, hadn't hurt anyone so why did I feel guilty?

I dressed and went on my call. An hour later got my bag out. I picked the two socks out of my bag, one soaked in cum, the other still dry and tantalising waiting for me to play with. I wrapped the used sock in a bag and put at the bottom of my bag to put in a bin next time I was out. The other I slipped into another pair of rolled up socks in my drawer.

I feel like i had just started on an exciting journey and these socks were just the start of my adventure.