The classroom was quiet, save for the low hum of the professor’s voice droning on about something Luke couldn’t focus on. His attention was fixed on the back of Eric’s head, his dark hair slightly messy, the collar of his black t-shirt peeking out from under his jacket. But it wasn’t Eric’s hair or his broad shoulders that had Luke’s pulse quickening—it was what was happening under the desk.
Eric shifted in his seat, his black jeans tightening around his thighs as he leaned forward slightly. Luke’s breath hitched as he saw Eric’s hand disappear beneath the desk. A moment later, one of Eric’s Nike sneakers slid off, revealing a foot clad in a patterned cotton sock. The design was subtle—a faint geometric pattern in shades of gray and white—but to Luke, it was everything. The fabric hugged Eric’s foot perfectly, the arch of his foot visible through the soft material. Luke’s mouth went dry as Eric flexed his toes, the sock stretching slightly over the curve of his foot.
Then came the second shoe. Eric’s other foot emerged, and Luke’s heart raced as he caught a faint whiff of something—something warm, musky, and undeniably masculine. It was the scent of Eric’s feet, mingling with the clean cotton of his socks. Luke’s fingers twitched against his notebook, his mind racing with thoughts he’d never dared to voice. He wanted to touch those socks, to feel the texture of the fabric, to breathe in that intoxicating scent up close.
But he couldn’t. Not here. Not now. So he sat there, his own white Nike crew socks feeling suddenly inadequate, and watched as Eric stretched his legs out under the desk, his socked feet brushing against the floor. Every movement was deliberate, every flex of his toes sending a jolt of heat straight to Luke’s core. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
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Later that night, Luke lay in bed, his laptop balanced on his knees. He’d been scrolling through forums for hours, searching for something—anything—that might help him make sense of the feelings he’d been struggling with for so long. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he typed out a message in a private chat room.
“Anyone else into… socks?” he wrote, hesitating before hitting send. His heart pounded as he waited for a response.
It didn’t take long. A notification popped up, and Luke’s stomach flipped as he read the reply.
“Yeah, man. Socks are hot. Especially when they’re worn.”
Luke’s breath quickened. He typed back, “Same. There’s something about the way they look and smell…”
The response came almost immediately. “Exactly. I love how they feel too. The texture, the warmth… it’s addicting.”
Luke’s fingers flew across the keyboard. “Do you have a favorite kind? I’m into cotton crew socks. The thicker the better.”
There was a pause, and then: “Same here. I’ve got a pair of patterned ones I wear all the time. They’re my go-to.”
Luke froze. Patterned cotton socks. His mind flashed back to Eric’s feet under the desk, the geometric design, the way the fabric clung to his arches. His heart raced as he typed, “What kind of pattern?”
The response made his stomach drop. “Gray and white geometric. Why?”
Luke’s hands trembled as he replied, “No reason. Just curious.”
There was a long silence, and then: “You wouldn’t happen to be in Professor Carter’s class, would you?”
Luke’s breath caught in his throat. “Yeah… why?”
The next message made his heart stop. “Because I think I sit in front of you.”
Luke stared at the screen, his mind reeling. It was Eric. It had to be. He typed back, “Eric?”
The response was instant. “Luke?”
For a moment, neither of them said anything. Then Eric wrote, “I noticed you looking at my feet in class.”
Luke’s face burned, but he couldn’t stop himself from replying, “Yeah… I couldn’t help it.”
Eric’s next message sent a shiver down his spine. “I noticed your socks too. White Nike crews, right?”
Luke swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
There was a pause, and then: “They look good on you.”
Luke’s heart was pounding now. “Yours too.”
Another pause. “You ever thought about… trying something with someone? Like, experimenting?”
Luke’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. “Yeah… but I’ve never had the chance.”
Eric’s response was immediate. “What if I told you I’ve been thinking about it too?”
Luke’s breath hitched. “I’d say… let’s do it.”
There was a long silence, and then Eric wrote, “Meet me tomorrow night. We’ll grab a drink and… see where it goes.”
Luke’s heart raced as he typed back, “Deal.”
He closed his laptop and lay back on the bed, his mind spinning with anticipation. Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough.
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Luke adjusted the collar of his shirt nervously as he walked into the dimly lit bar, the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses filling the air. His eyes scanned the room, landing on Eric, who was already seated at a corner table, a half-empty beer in front of him. Eric looked up, his dark eyes locking with Luke’s, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
“Hey,” Eric said as Luke slid into the seat across from him. “You made it.”
“Yeah,” Luke replied, his voice slightly shaky. He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be here.”
Eric chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” He took a sip of his beer, his gaze never leaving Luke’s. “So… you ready to talk about what we’ve been avoiding all semester?”
Luke felt his cheeks flush, but he nodded. “Yeah. I think it’s time.”
The conversation flowed easily after that, the two of them diving into their shared fascination with socks and feet. They talked about their first memories of realizing they had a fetish, the thrill of seeing someone’s socked feet in public, and the fantasies they’d both been too shy to act on. The more they talked, the more the tension between them grew, their words laced with unspoken desire.
Finally, Eric leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. “Why don’t we get out of here? My place is just around the corner.”
Luke’s heart raced, but he nodded again, unable to trust his voice. They left the bar together, the cool night air doing little to calm the heat building between them. Eric’s apartment was small but cozy, and they settled onto the couch, their sneakers still on as they faced each other.
“So,” Eric said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “How do you want to do this?”
Luke swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to Eric’s feet. “I… I want to take your shoes off.”
Eric grinned, stretching his legs out toward Luke. “Be my guest.”
Luke’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for Eric’s left sneaker. He untied the laces slowly, savoring the anticipation. As he pulled the shoe off, the faint scent of sweat and cotton wafted up, making his mouth water. Eric’s black and blue striped crew socks were snug against his feet, the fabric stretched taut over his arches. Luke set the shoe aside and moved to the right foot, repeating the process with deliberate slowness.
When both shoes were off, Eric wiggled his toes, the movement sending a jolt of arousal through Luke. “Your turn,” Eric said, his voice husky.
Luke extended his legs, and Eric leaned forward, his fingers deftly untying Luke’s white Nike sneakers. As each shoe came off, the clean, fresh scent of Luke’s white crew socks filled the air, mingling with the muskier aroma of Eric’s. Eric set the shoes aside and ran his hands over Luke’s socked feet, the touch sending shivers up Luke’s spine.
“God, your feet are perfect,” Eric murmured, his fingers kneading the soft fabric of Luke’s white Nike crew socks. The words sent a shiver down Luke’s spine, his breath catching in his throat. Eric’s touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as he traced the outline of Luke’s arches through the cotton. “I’ve been imagining this for so long,” Eric continued, his voice low and husky, filled with a hunger that mirrored Luke’s own. “Every time I saw you in class, sitting behind me, I wondered what it would feel like to have your feet in my hands like this.”
Luke’s heart pounded as Eric’s fingers slid down to the soles of his feet, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp. The sensation was electric, every nerve in his body alight with anticipation. He could feel the warmth of Eric’s hands through the fabric, the subtle friction of the cotton against his skin sending waves of pleasure through him. “Eric…” Luke whispered, his voice trembling. He didn’t know what to say, how to articulate the storm of emotions and desires swirling inside him.
Eric looked up, his dark eyes locking with Luke’s, and there was something raw and unguarded in his gaze. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he said, his voice thick with need. “Your feet… they’re perfect. The way your socks hug them, the way they move when you shift in your seat… it’s been driving me crazy.” He leaned forward slightly, his breath warm against Luke’s ankle as he pressed his nose into the fabric of the sock. “And the scent… fuck, Luke. It’s intoxicating.”
Luke’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t look away. The way Eric was worshiping his feet, the way he was so openly expressing his desire, was both overwhelming and exhilarating. He had never felt so seen, so desired, in his life. “I… I’ve thought about this too,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “About you. About your feet. Your socks. I’ve wanted this just as much as you have.”
Eric’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as he pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on Luke’s feet. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” he said, his tone playful yet laced with promise. “We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”Eric’s hands slid up Luke’s calves, his fingers gripping the hem of his socks. “Let me taste you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Luke nodded, his breath hitching as Eric leaned down and pressed his lips to the arch of his socked foot. The sensation was electric, the warmth of Eric’s mouth seeping through the fabric, sending shivers up Luke’s spine. Eric inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against the cotton, and let out a low groan. “You smell incredible,” he whispered, his tongue darting out to trace the outline of Luke’s toes through the sock.
Luke’s head fell back against the couch, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Eric…” he breathed, his voice trembling. He reached for Eric’s feet, pulling them into his lap. The black and blue striped socks were soft under his fingers, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to press his face into the fabric. The scent was intoxicating—a mix of sweat and something uniquely Eric—and Luke’s heart raced as he kissed the arch of Eric’s foot, his lips lingering on the warm cotton.
Eric moaned softly, his hands tightening on Luke’s ankles. “God, Luke… that feels so good,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. Luke’s tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of Eric’s sole through the sock, and Eric shuddered, his toes curling in response. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with desire as they explored each other’s socked feet with a hunger that had been building for far too long.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Eric whispered, his lips moving to the heel of Luke’s foot, kissing and licking the fabric with a fervor that made Luke’s entire body tremble. Luke mirrored him, his mouth moving over Eric’s socked toes, his tongue teasing the tips through the cotton. The intimacy of it was overwhelming, their shared fetish binding them together in a way that felt both raw and beautiful.
For a moment, they lost themselves in each other, the world outside fading away as they indulged in the pleasure they’d both been craving.
