Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2012 18:15:20 -0400 (EDT)
From: Lookoutower8@aol.com
Subject: His Work Shoes

His  Work Shoes
By  Inoccenselost

I guess it is my dad's fault I have a sock and shoe fetish.  It was his
work shoes and the intensely, intoxicating odor of his feet that led me to
my first adventure to adolescent masturbation.  I would shower after my dad
had showered.  We both got home from our work about the same time and mom
insisted we shower before dinner.  You see I worked in the blueberry fields
since I was only twelve and my dad worked in a factory, a knitting mill.

It started out simple.  It was summer and hot.  There was not hamper so dad
just piled his clothes in a nice neat pile on the floor with his work shoes
( die hard tan low rise shoes from sears) next to the them.  Well , I guess
the heat and the enclosed space of the bathroom with the steam from the
shower is what caused the smell of his socks and shoes to be so intense.
The first two days I just smelled them in the air and I guess at first they
were a bit obnoxious, no, just unpleasant then it began to be pleasant I
wanted to inhale the smell.  So, around the third day or so I reached down
and picked up one of his socks.  The socks was very damp almost wet with
sweat, there was a sorta gooey, paste like feel to the sock.  I held it to
my nose and it was amazing like a drug almost making me feel faint.  My
dick and balls were going nuts and I was scared, but excited at this
feeling.  I pulled the sock from my face and inhaled the fresh air.  Did
the other sock have the same feel and smell and would two make me get all
the way hard.  I had not had an ejaculation yet but it felt good to get
hard and play with my dick.  So, I picked up the other sock and sniffed.
Sure enough I boned and my balls ached.  I held one sock to my nose and
wrapped the other around my raging boner.  I remember it felt good the
sweaty sock , slightly sticky against my skin the smell invading my
nostrils chills of warm blasts darting through my body.

Well that first time was interrupted by a knock at the door and my dad's
voice, " Hurry up boy, your mother has dinner ready".

All day in the blue berry fields I thought about the socks and the shoes
and the smells.  I wanted to smell the shoes feel inside them .  I had worn
socks that day with my sneakers and I swear for the first time I felt my
feet sweating in my shoes.  I wondered if my feet would smell as great as
my dads'.  It was one long day and I was so glad to see my dad pull up in
the blue Chevy truck to take me home.  Getting in the truck I could smell
dad the tobacco, the sterling silver cologne mixed with the man scent of
his body odor.  I wanted to get a whiff of his socks.  As we pulled of and
he pushed and released the clutch, there is was a faint but truly the odor
of his feet.  I found myself staring and inhaling.  That smell of sweat,
musty, old cabbage was making me get a hard on.  Dad looked at me funny and
then spoke, "You okay son?  You're breathing a little heavy there. "

Snapping back out of my daze, "Yeah, dad.  Just hot and ready to get home
and shower and eat."  Thinking he may have seen me stare at his shoes I
asked, "Dad I wore socks today my feet sweat like crazy and they hurt some.
Do yours do that."

Chucking dad replied, " Son my feet sweaty like a rainstorm, you may well
inherit that.  As for the hurting feet I bought these die hard work shoes
and my feet don't sweat less , but they aren't sore anymore."  Patting my
leg as he often did, "Are your shoes too tight.  Or is it a different kinda
hurting."

Caught off guard I replied, "might be the shoes getting too small.  These
are 7's I think. "

`Well, I have a pair of 8's maybe 8.5's in the closet maybe after dinner
you can try them, they fit you can wear them.  See if that helps."  Dad
smiled and rubbed my head.

The ritual went as usual and I got to put my hands in his shoes and smell
them.  The smell was unbelievable the sweaty the lingering odor and the
leather.  I wanted to do more so I began stroking my wood as I laid on the
floor and wore on of his socks , sniffed his shoe , my cock wrapped in
dad's freshly worn sock .  My body was rushing with warm sensations my
balls twitching and there it was the knock at the door.  "Get busy boy.
Need to hear the shower running.  Dinner is ready for the table."

Damn.  I had to get a plan.  Dad had taken longer in the bathroom the last
couple of days.  I had to speed him up.  It was on this day I noticed a
wadded up tissue on the back of the commode lid.  I picked it up and
started to toss it in the toilet and an object fell out.  It was a used
rubber (condom).  My dad's spunk was in there.  I had to sniff it.  I stuck
my finger in and held the soiled finger to my nose , umm it was nice,
strong like bleach, and faint piss.  Yes I stuck it in my mouth.  It was my
dad's gunk , he made me.  How could it hurt me?  It tasted funny like
vinegar but I liked it.  I wanted to shoot the white stuff when would that
happen.

"Shower Now ", I heard.

Quickly wrapping up the rubber and placing it back on the commode lid I
showered.  All through dinner and the next day I was unable to get the idea
of my dad filling the rubber and leaving it on the lid.  I strayed to him
standing there in those work shoes, his sweaty socks and him sweating as he
wacked his meat.  I wanted to feel orgasm.  I had worn the sneakers in
dad's closet they were 8.5 a little big but I was kinda getting off on
wearing my dad's shoes.  Dad arrived to pick me up and I inhaled the scents
of the truck cab and said, "hey good day dad.  Mine was better , shoes
helped.  Socks still soaked, but no sore feet."  I smiled.

"Good I am glad."  He rubbed my head.  "I need to shower as soon
as we get home.  Your mother and I are going to eat at a friends.  You will
be watching your two younger brothers."  He patted my leg, `That okay."

"Sure", I answered.  I was hoping for a longer time in the bathroom now I
was gonna get it and maybe there would be another rubber for more sniffing.

Once home dad began his shower.  The anticipation of my getting to be alone
in the house with dad's bathroom treasures was driving me crazy.  Sitting
in the kitchen drinking a cold glass of tea, mom came in and said our
neighbor was gonna take the boys with her and have them back by 7.  Yes! I
was really gonna be alone.

Dad and mom gone the boys gone I went to the bathroom.  As I began the
ritual of smelling the socks and shoes mine still on .  I got an idea.  If
I took off my clothes and put dads on I could use the socks of his I wore
all day to stroke my dick.  I began with the removal of my shoes (well
dad's old sneakers).  Slipping the sneakers off, the smell was enough to
knock me over.  The smell was almost like dad's .  My cock went to an
almost instant boner.  Picking up his tee shirt, I sniffed the arm pits.  I
was loving this.  His sweat mixed with the odor of his cologne and tobacco.
I pulled my tee off and slipped his on.  The chest and pits were damp and
made my dick go to full mast.  I had never been that hard.  It was pulsing
and my balls aching.  I dropped my pants and briefs and picked up his
briefs sniffing the groin area there was a piss smell and they were wet
from his dribble.  The anticipation of my penis in his wet spot made me
shake with excitement.  I was feeling a little off balance so I sat on the
toilet to slip them I stopped when I got to my knees and took a breath.  I
wanted to have the socks on when I slid them up over my groin.  Reaching
over to the pile I grabbed the sock s.  Examing the bottoms to see the
imprints of which foot was which I slid the right one on first.  They were
still warm, almost wet and very gooey feeling the smell was making me
dizzy.  Breathing heavier I slid the left on, took a deep breath and stood.
The socks clung to my feet and the bottoms felt almost crusty.  The toes
moist .  Reaching for the briefs I slid them over my thighs my heart
pounding and my legs shaking.  As the cloth touched my balls my dick pulsed
and clear stuff came out.  I shuttered as the liquid oozed .  The desire to
feel my dick head in his wet spot was building I bent my rock hard dick
into the briefs and my head touched the wet spot.  I remember the moan that
escaped my lips as my dick oozed more .  Quickly putting on the pants and
his short sleeve button down plaid shirt tucked the shirt in and buckled
the pants I was sweating barrels.  I walked over to slide my feet into his
shoes.  The warmth hugged my socked feet and I could swear they began to
sweat.  Lifting my foot to the side of the tube I tied the shoe, than the
other.  I stood my body rushing with warm, electric blood pulses.  Turning
to the full length mirror I saw me .  Standing in my dad's clothes feeling
his sweat, smelling his sweet remains of cologne, shadowed by tobacco.  My
wood was hurting inside the briefs, but the feeling of such a hard on was
intense.  I looked to see my bulge in his pants.  I sighed as I rubbed my
crotch.  Remembering the rubber on the commode lid I looked to see if
another was there.  There was .  the balled up tissue was there.  Racing to
grab it I opened it .  taking the rubber in my hand carefully not to spill
any of his spunk.  I held it it was still warm.  I sniffed.  It was strong
with the odor of vinegar, and a musty smell.  I wanted it on my dick .  I
wanted his warm spunk on my dick.

Setting the rubber gently on the counter of the sink I unbuckled the belt
and then the button and zipper Sliding the briefs under my balls I picked
the rubber up. Taking the opening of the rubber and carefully placing it on
the head of my dick I began sliding it over my own dick.  The feel of his
warm spunk covering my cock had me pulsing , shaking and panting.  Once on
my head at the tip of the rubber I stroked.  Feeling his spunk sliding over
my organ was causing me to panting franticly sweat rushing from my pores .
I screamed a loud moan of ecstasy of pleasure.  My dick was filling dads
rubber with my white stuff.  I was cumming, Grabbing the counter of the
sink, Wanting this to last forever, I kept stroking .My body in spasms of
vibrating ecstasy.  I looked down as the feeling dwindled and saw my dick
pulsing a few more spurts .  The rubber full .  I had finally had and
orgasm. My first in dad's shoes and socks.  And his used rubber.