Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 17:23:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Peter Sock
Subject: Sock Guy  part one - Natey

This story is not true. I made it up and I do not condone sex with
minors. However, we are adults and we can fantasise. If you are too young
to read this -- go away.

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It contains a fetish of mine and many others too -- Boy's socked feet.
If you hate them well, don't read the story, if you love them I hope you
will enjoy and send me your comments. Others are not left out, there is
plenty of sex and you can ignore the sock stuff.

I dedicate this story to an old friend Andy -- I miss you my friend and
hope that one day you may get in touch again so I can say sorry.

Let's get on with the story...

I walked up to the door of my new home, I thought it might be nice here,
you know how it is when you move to a new place, you get a good feeling
about it sometimes. I put the key in the door and kicked off my shoes,
relaxing on the sofa.

Suddenly I realised that I had fallen asleep and I could hear the
doorbell. Who could that be? I only moved in two days ago and did not
know any of the neighbours yet. I walked to the door and opened it slowly
and saw a boy looking up at me.

He was around 11 or 12 with a huge smile. Blond hair cut short but in
style and slim. He had perfect features and a button nose, something like
you see on a model site, not perfect perhaps, just real handsome and sexy
in a boyish kind of a way. He wore shorts, proper shorts and sneakers
with a blue sleeveless tee shirt. His crowning glory was a pair of white
socks; cotton socks, ankle socks,

I always had a thing about boys in socked feet and I don't know where it
came from. I just loved the shape of a boys foot, not that barefoot was
not hot, it was, but a boys socked foot always got my full 7" going,
especially if they were a day or two worn with slightly dirty soles and
they smelt of boy feet, disgusting to some but sexy to me and many others
I had spoken to on the web. Not just white either, all colours, but white
was my favourite.

Hey that boy is still at the door...

"Can I help you" I asked

"Mister, my mum asked me to tell you to come round and see her"

"Why"? I asked, although to get a better look at this sexy creature, I
would go anyway.

"She likes new people and wants to welcome you"

I agreed, grabbed my key and slipped on my shoes and followed my new
friend. His perfect bottom looked so good and I got a good view.

We arrived at his front door and he did exactly what I wanted him to do.
He slipped of his footwear slowly revealing a perfect pair of socked
feet. I looked at him and he waited a moment, still smiling (wow I want
to have him) and I slipped off my shoes, it seemed the natural thing to
do.

I walked into the kitchen, still enjoying that perfect young bottom and
his mother greeted me. We chatted and I thanked her for the welcome and
found out that she was a single mum with just the one son who was 11
years old and he was called Nathan, or better known as Natey. He was
getting cuter by the moment as I watched him play with his socked feet,
moving his fingers between each socked toe and curling them, as if he
knew...

I had the inevitable request for me to stay to dinner which delighted
Nathan. He showed me to the family room and proudly switched on the PS2
which we began to play. He beat me hands-down, perhaps I was more
interested in him than his game. He lay on his front, having removed his
shirt, showing a perfect chest, slim but not underweight, he became even
more desirable and I started to get a feeling he knew it.  He lay there
on the floor facing the screen and I say beside him, his legs up and
those socked toes curling, they were only a foot or so from my face. I
wanted to bury my face in his socked soles and enjoy the boy aroma and
sniff deeply, my tongue massaging those perfect socked feet.

He turned around and smiled, he looked at me for a moment and I smiled
back, I was going to enjoy this sight, dinner was still an hour away.

"Hey I hope my feet don't smell too much Peter"?

Damn, what was I to do? Hey I assured myself, he would never know how
much I desired him, and he was just an 11 year old kid!

"I can't smell them from here, but I bet they smell bad" I replied.

"That means they are good Peter, you are so old; you don't know how
kids speak" Nathan Teased

I knew what I meant, I did mean that they smelled good -- and I bet they
did, but I decided to let him think otherwise. By now my cock was as hard
as a rock, straining at my shorts; I adjusted my position, not wanting to
make it too obvious.

I almost knew what was coming next; a socked foot was pushed towards me.

"Stop it I can smell them now phew" I said, knowing he would do it all
the more.

He pushed his foot to my face, the slightly damp but delicious socked
foot smell hit me and it was heaven. He left it there a moment and
smiled.

"Well, how do they smell Peter" he giggled and I thought about what to
say.

"They are OK -- it's a natural smell, pretty good actually" I replied.

I stopped, my life rolled back and forth -- did I really say that?

"Cool, my dad always liked the smell too" said Nathan.

I asked him about it and found that dad had left two years ago with his
older brother who was 14. His dad used to sniff his socks (and I wonder
what else) and he was cool with it. He also liked having his feet
massaged and loved affection. This little guy was not as naive as I had
thought. His dad came over and collected him once a month and took him to
his place and he shared a room with his brother.

Dinner was ready and we agreed to play some more after. It was lasagne
and it was good.

Nathan sat opposite me and it was a narrow kitchen table. He kept smiling
and suddenly as we ate (did his mother ever stop talking?) I felt
something smooth on my bare knee. A socked foot massaged my inner thigh,
something told me to brush it off, but could you? He worked his way to my
crotch area and I felt a socked toe run the length of my hardening cock
and he smiled at me again. This boy was horny and I put a hand under the
table, feeling his perfect socked foot and massaging it gently. His
mother was oblivious to the effect her son was having on me and this boy
was one sexy tease.

Desert was ice cream and my little friend enjoyed eating it in the
sexiest way possible, even dipping his fingers into it and licking it off
slowly when mum was not looking.

The doorbell went mum answered it. While she was away, Nathan licked his
lips and blew me a kiss. He knew now and I could not hide my desire and
blew one back.

Mum returned followed by a guy in his thirties. Nathan became excited, it
was his Dad. I felt bad for a moment, I had been having an erotic time
with his son, but then I remembered what Nathan had told me and decided
to see what happened. Mum said it was a surprise; Dad was going to look
after him as she was going out and staying at a friends. I felt pissed
off, damn Dad, I had hoped for a couple of hours with sexy Nathan!

Dad took Nathan into the family room and I could hear them talking, but
not what they were saying. Mum and I chatted and I said that I would go
and just say goodbye when Nathan and dad returned. They would have none
of it -- mum was going to get ready and I agreed, on the insistence of
Nathan and Dad, whose name was John by the way, to return to play PS2 in
an hour.

I returned home, what an exciting experience. It was fabulous, a dream
come true. At least I would get the chance to look at the boy when I
returned, I had this feeling there was more to their relationship than
met the eye, who knows? I showered and put on clean shorts and a sports
vest, I did keep on the same white sports socks and a pair of sports
slides.

An hour later I was returning to the house and knocking at the door, it
was open and I heard dad shout me to come on in. It looked as though Mum
had gone and I walked towards the family room, leaving my slides at the
door.