Soxalchemy

Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Soxalchemy.

An Evening of Devotion (ch. 3)

11 Dec 2025 comments

A finale to evening of devotion

9.7 (4) 163 Reads 9 Min

Romance

Beyond

9 Oct 2025 comments

Beyond I follows Arthur, a ghostly twink whose sock fetish remained unfulfilled in life. Now, he drifts through the world seeking a gay male medium to embody him for sacred moments of sock worship. His longing finds resonance in Martin, a self-styled, large clairvoyant who welcomes Arthur into ritual and intimate communion.

9.8 (6) 305 Reads 18 Min

An Evening of Devotion (ch. 2)

25 Aug 2025 comments

His work boots, still warm from the day’s labour, held the scent of effort and earth. I knelt before him, fingers trembling slightly as I began to unlace the first boot. The smell rose gently, not harsh, but grounding. It was rich with the story of his day. By the time the boot slipped free, my body had already responded, awakened by the intimacy o

9.4 (6) 1100 Reads 4 Min

The Last Thursday (ch. 3)

24 Aug 2025 comments

Mike did not speak. He simply lay beside Harry, his chest rising and falling in slow rhythm, each breath a quiet offering to the silence that now enveloped them. The room held the scent of socks, sweat, and something older than either of them could name. It was the fragrance of surrender, of shared presence, of bodies that had become altars.

9.1 (6) 441 Reads 3 Min

Feet
Socks

The Last Thursday (ch. 2)

10 Aug 2025 comments

The Last Thursday: Part Two is a quiet, intimate continuation of a friendship that endures across time and distance. Five years after university, Mike and Harry reconnect by chance at a motorway services,

8.7 (12) 644 Reads 11 Min

The Last Thursday

8 Aug 2025 comments

The Last Thursday is a quietly stirring tale of companionship, yearning, and the unspoken rituals that blossom between two young men at university. Each week, Mike and Harry retreat to a tucked-away corner of the campus library, where the hush of the stacks and the soft patter of rain outside frame their growing bond. Beneath the table, socked feet

8.8 (17) 1153 Reads 10 Min

The Offering

7 Aug 2025 comments

Then, slowly, he peeled away the fabric—an unveiling. My bare skin met the cool air, and his lips followed. He kissed, licked, worshiped. Not with hunger, but with awe. As if my body were altar and he, the pilgrim.

8.3 (6) 237 Reads 5 Min