Winter Sock Worship
After that day, neither Matt nor Jordan mentioned what happened, yet both couldn’t get the experience out of their heads. They went back to dating various girls on campus, secretly wanting to return to each other’s feet. Eventually, with the onset of a blizzard in the area, both men will have the weekend to return to what they love most.
All day, there had been a blizzard warning but the snow hadn’t started falling yet. Being college boys, Matt and Jordan decided they still had time to go out drinking.
It was freezing outside, but inside the little bar near campus, the warmth was thick and lazy, softened by amber lighting and the low thrum of music. Matt and Jordan had tucked themselves into a corner booth, nursing drinks and letting the stress of the week melt off their shoulders. It was the first time they’d been able to relax in what felt like forever—exams, weather, and life had gotten in the way.
Matt stretched his legs out under the table, brushing against Jordan’s. He noticed the flash of white Adidas crew socks where Jordan’s jeans had ridden up slightly. They were tight against his legs, thick and ribbed, just a little creased from being inside those heavy boots all day.
Jordan, in turn, caught a glimpse of Matt’s bold green-and-gold patterned socks poking out of his cuffed navy cords and black sneakers. Vibrant, soft-looking, and just a little stretched at the toes—worn in all the right ways.
Jordan smirked into his glass. “You know what I keep thinking about?”
Matt raised a brow. “What?”
“That afternoon on your couch.”
Matt laughed quietly, a little embarrassed but grinning. “Yeah. I think about it too.”
There was a beat of silence. The noise of the bar fell into the background.
“I’m not even gonna pretend it wasn’t amazing,” Jordan said, leaning closer. “I’ve been waiting to do that again.”
Matt looked up at him, a knowing spark in his eyes. “Then what are we doing here?”
Jordan didn’t answer but his cock jumped and he was the hardest he’d been since unexpectedly worshipping Matt’s socked feet. Without saying a word or trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants, Jordan tossed a twenty on the table, stood up, and grabbed his coat. Matt was already moving too, adjusting his erection, being able to smell Jordan’s gorgeous size twelve feet and thinking how he would soon be able to bury his face in them.
They left the bar like a secret they couldn’t wait to get back to. The cold wind slapped their faces as they jogged the few blocks to Matt’s apartment, the city buzzing around them, but their minds entirely elsewhere
Inside, warmth wrapped around them like a blanket. The door slammed shut, and suddenly they were alone again, with nothing between them but anticipation.
Jordan dropped onto the couch, boots still on, smirking. “Well? Your turn first this time.”
Matt grinned, walking over, and sat down at the other end. Without a word, he reached down and untied the laces of Jordan’s first boot. The knot came apart easily, and the leather squeaked as he pulled it off. A rush of heat followed—along with the subtle, musky scent of worn socks and long hours on his feet.
The white Adidas sock underneath was stretched and damp at the sole, the ribbing hugging Jordan’s calf perfectly. The cotton clung to his foot, just slightly discolored at the ball and heel, molded to every curve.
Matt was immediately hard again and he could see the bulge in Jordan’s pants. He held the socked foot in his lap, his fingers already massaging, slow and deep.
Jordan exhaled. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I needed.”
Then, Matt reached for the second boot. This one came off with a bit more resistance—Jordan’s foot flexed slightly inside as he tugged. When it finally came free, another wave of warmth and scent followed, the second sock matching the first: snug, soft, and faintly damp, the kind of worn comfort that made the massage all the more satisfying.
Now with both of Jordan’s socked feet in his lap, Matt leaned in and got to work, kneading his thumbs into the arches, pressing into the thick white fabric, feeling the heat and tension melt with every movement. He’d been waiting for this for too long, but he wanted to take it slow. Matt felt his sweaty feet in his own snow boots, horny as he thought about how Jordan would react to such damp, lived-in socks.
Finally, Matt lifted one foot and buried his face in Jordan’s damp sole. He moaned slightly and kissed the bottom of Jordan’s other foot. Almost as if it was intuitive, Matt unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He was reaching for his cock when Jordan spoke up.
“Wow there, sexy, don’t cum yet. I need a turn,” Jordan interrupted.
“Oh yeah?”
Jordan sat up, shifting so Matt could prop his legs up too. Jordan reached down and began unlacing Matt’s first boot, still warm from walking. He loosened the laces and slid it off slowly. A soft shff of air escaped as the shoe came free, revealing Matt’s patterned sock in full. The green-and-gold design was bold but softened with wear, damp at the toe and flexing around his foot.
Jordan grinned, holding it gently in his lap. “These again?”
“They’re my favorites,” Matt muttered, a little shy now.
Jordan smirked. “Yeah, I remember.”
Then came the second boot. He unlaced it just as slowly, both of them watching. As he pulled it off, the fabric inside clung slightly to the sock from the day’s heat. Another rush of that warm, cottony scent rose as the shoe fell away.
Now Matt’s other socked foot joined the first in Jordan’s lap—soft, colorful, and clearly worn all day. The heel had thinned just enough to show the shape underneath, and the toe was damp, slightly darker than the rest.
Jordan ran his hands along both socked feet, feeling the warmth seep into his palms. He pressed slowly into the arches, using his thumbs just as Matt had, dragging them over the damp fabric, smoothing out every knot of tension. The patterned socks bunched slightly as he worked, catching against his fingers, clinging to Matt’s toes with every flex.
Jordan took it slower, going in for occasional smells and kisses. Matt followed his lead, incredibly horny but wanting to savor the moment like Jordan.
They sat like that for a long time, each holding both of the other’s socked feet in their lap, slowly massaging in rhythm. The room smelled faintly of worn cotton, clean sweat, and winter air. The blizzard picked up outside, snow falling in every which direction - although neither of them bothered to notice.
Both men sunk into the couch, laying down with their socks in each others faces. It started out soft, with a lot kisses and sniffing. But then it started to get more and more feral. Both Matt and Jordan loved the taste of each other’s socks. They moaned louder and more incessantly as they sniffed and licked each other’s socks. It was frigid out but as they continued to worship each other’s feet, Matt and Jordan were getting sweatier. Having worn boots almost all day, the scent of their feet started to take over the whole room.
Finally, Jordan broke. Tearing open his pants, he moaned “I need to cum.”
Caressing Jordan’s feet and kissing them between words, Matt spoke up, “Wanna go somewhere more comfortable?”
Jordan nodded and the two young men stood up. Unexpectedly, after they stood, Jordan pulled Matt in and they shared a kiss. It was deep and passionate, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths for several minutes. Their socked feet touched and their erections rubbed under their pants. Matt broke from the kiss first and pulled Jordan into his bedroom.
It had reached full blizzard conditions outside, meaning they were trapped at Matt’s apartment for the foreseeable future. Both men tore off their shirts and fell onto Matt’s bed, furiously making out and grabbing at each other. Jordan once again reached for his cock, but Matt wanted to be the dominant one. He held Jordan’s hands over his head, with Jordan on his back and Matt straddling him. Neither Matt nor Jordan had ever been sexual with another man before and Matt could hardly believe what he was going to do - what he also wanted to do.
Matt gave Jordan a long kiss, their tongues exploring to each other’s mouths. Then, Matt started to kiss down his friend’s torso. Jordan wasn’t hairy like Matt, but that’s what Matt liked. Jordan moaned and squirmed with pleasure as he felt Matt’s hot breath all over his body. As he moved down Jordan’s body, their socked feet brushed on each other and both got even harder, not realizing that was possible.
Then, Matt got down to Jordan’s unzipped jeans. He held them open as he traced his mouth along the shape of Jordan’s cock in his white underwear. Jordan propped himself up on his elbows - he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Almost animalistic, Matt pulled off Jordan’s jeans to reveal white briefs that matched his Adidas crew socks perfectly, as if being seen like this was his plan all along. Matt stood up and pulled off his jeans, revealing black low rise trunks.
“Fuck, man,” Jordan said staring at him, his erection bulging in his underwear.
The only thing lighting the room was the bright reflection of the snow out the window. Matt jumped back on the bed and continued to lick Jordan’s raging bulge. Then he went for it. He pulled off Jordan’s underwear and salivated at the site of Jordan’s hot, pulsating cock. Matt exhaled and didn’t know where to start. He started with the tip. The male musk, the sweat, the pre-cum - all of it. It tasted amazing. Matt sucked further and deeper moaning as kept sucking. In response, Jordan moaned louder and louder. Savoring the moment, Matt removed his mouth from Jordan’s cock briefly and sucked on his balls, stroking his friend’s massive, hard cock in the process. He moaned as Jordan’s cock re-entered his mouth. He couldn’t get enough. His own dick twitched and oozed pre-cum as he sucked.
“I want a turn,” Jordan was so horny and stimulated that he could barely move his mouth.
Jordan pulled Matt’s face off hid cock and gave him a long, deep kiss. They moaned into each other’s mouths. Jordan rolled Matt onto his back and gave him the same treatment, running down his hairy chest and taking his uncut cock in his mouth. Jordan kept sucking for a long time, increasingly into it. Matt was hairy with a masculine scent from all the winter layers he had been wearing.
“Fuck I love it so much,” Jordan said before deep throating Matt’s cock.
Matt had a reply, but quickly forgot it when Jordan went all the way down on his cock. Matt felt his whole body pulsate as Jordan’s intensity grew.
Jordan lifted his head off Matt’s cock, a trail of spit and pre-cum connecting him to the head of Matt’s dick.
“I’m so close,” said Jordan, breathless.
Matt was in pure ecstasy and out of breath, only able to nod in agreement. Jordan gave a playful smirk and started licking Matt’s balls while stroking his cock. He felt it twitch in his hand, knowing that Matt was close
Wanting to savor the moment, Jordan let go of Matt’s shaft and started kissing down his hair legs, returning to his feet and patterned socks. This time, Jordan didn’t ease into it. He traced his tongue along Matt’s musky sweaty socks.
Jordan fell on his back, his head at the end of the bed and his feet and white crew socks by Matt’s head. Matt looked at the white cotton stretched over Jordan’s big feet and immediately started inhaling them. They both started stroking their own cocks, picking up the pace as they sucked on each other’s socked feet.
Finally, Matt let a moan as he came all over his hairy chest. Three successive shots, covering his chest. Smelling Matt’s feet, Jordan wasn’t far behind, blowing his load all over himself. Both men laid there, Matt’s head at the top of his bed and Jordan’s at the bottom, both still inhaling each other’s feet.
“Fuck - I’ve wanted this for so long,” Jordan said before turning his head and planting kisses on Matt’s soles.
“Me too,” Matt said, doing the same to Jordan’s white socks.
They laid there for a while, taking in the moment. Jordan finally turned his body so his face was next to Matt’s, their socks grazing each other. They looked each other in the eyes before Jordan leaned over and kissed him.
They made out for awhile until Matt said “shall we shower off?”
“Together?”
Matt smirked, “Gives me the chance to suck your dick again.”
It felt so comfortable and natural between them. The most erotic and real connection they’d ever had. The shared fetish was unreal, neither of them ever daring to explore men’s socked feet until now.
“Can I sleep over?” Jordan asked.
Jordan had slept over often, but usually on the couch after a night out with friends - never in Matt’s bed…until now.
“I think you might have to stay all weekend” Matt gestured to the blizzard outside the window.
“More of this all weekend?” Jordan’s socked foot brushed against Matt’s, the tight fabric rubbing on each other and creating an electric feeling between the two.
“Fuck yeah all weekend! Do you think I’m letting your socked feet and cock away from me?” Matt salivated at the thought before saying “Let’s go shower and make out all night.”
To be continued…
