![]() This had to be one of the first bags because it had most of my nice clothes. Khaki shorts, polo shirts, long sleeve t-shirts, a few pairs of underwear and a ton of socks. What was i doing? Embarrassed for myself that the smell of sweaty feet (let alone my own) was making me light headed i started sorting the first bag. My cock was not semi erect and I could feel the head pressed against the front seam of my athletic shorts. Strangely, I noticed I felt somewhat aroused. I stood there for a minute dazed, idly breathing in through my nose to catch more of the dried sweat and musty smell that only comes from the inside of a sneaker. I knew I had sweaty feet but didnt think they had a smell to speak of. I didn't think I had feet that stunk but this first bag of dirty laundry was making me second guess myself. Next was a somewhat familiar smell of sweaty socks that had again dried out. Familiar with gym locker rooms a wave of nostalgia hit me and quickly passed. I only had kitchen plastic trash bags to put my dirty laundry in during my hotel stay so upon unknotting them the stench was interesting to say the least. ![]() ![]() I'd at least have time to sort my clothes tonight and unpack the bare essentials for the evening. Loading the address into the gps on my phone, I was informed I would arrive very close to closing time. I extended my search to a 10 mile radius and drew 1 result 9 miles away. It became clear to me that most suburban neighborhoods were unlikely to be frequent users of such a service. I fired up my phone and lazily googled "laundromats near me", set distance to "within 5 miles" and drew no results on the search. The closest I'd been to a "public" laundromat was the washer/dryer room in college but I was quickly seeing I was about to lose my coin operated washer/dryer virginity. The washer and dryer had not been delivered and was on backorder due to production shortages. I'd been dressing like I was a poor college kid for 2 days now and the dirty laundry bags outnumbered my boxes of possessions I had yet to unpack. When i say casual i mean athletic shorts, tshirts, hoodies. I'd had to stay at a hotel for 2 weeks while the house was being finished to liveable standards and was down to my last few.casual outfits. Unfortunately, there was a long list of things in my way before I could pursue this goal. My last relationship had ended on my own terms but it had been a 3 month dry spell since. As a tall, in shape, attractive male I shouldn't have a problem but like all human beings in a new place, doubt was creeping in. A single male naturally my first thought was how the dating scene was and what my luck would look like. I was settling into the small house I had just bought in a suburban neighborhood outside of Pittsburgh. I hope you enjoy my writing and anyone male, female, or otherwise who shares the same fetish feel free to reach out to me. I realized it was a full blown sock fetish once I learned what a fetish is and haven't stopped since. I've been obsessed with knee socks, crew socks, thigh highs, high top sneakers, tube socks, tights, nylons, boots.(the list goes on) since I can remember. The main purpose of my writing is to help satisfy my obsession with socks.
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