Gay Erotic Stories

I must have paused too long, because he looked up. I had nowhere to go except into a quick smile. I turned tail and walked. After a few steps I stopped. What was I thinking? This was the 21st Century and why should I be ashamed of myself? I turned to look back, but my Adonis had disappeared in a mass of students leaving lectures.

I got home and kicked off my sneakers. I slumped on the couch and sighed, wiggling my socked toes absent-mindedly . Coming back to an empty apartment wasn't what I wanted in life... I unbuttoned my jeans and stuck my hand down into my briefs. My cock sprang to life. I shut my eyes and focused on the guy I had seen earlier. I imagined him on my sofa, naked except for his briefs and those socks, my one hand tracing the ridge of his spine and the other cupping his balls through the thick cotton of his briefs. It wasn't long before I shot my load onto my chest and t-shirt. After a quick shower, I slept well. The next morning I set off for the campus, running so as not to be late. As I careered round the corner of the lecture theatre block, I spotted my white-socked dreamboy sitting in the same place as yesterday. I stopped suddenly, and must have looked flustered as I got too near to him.

"Hi.I'm TJ."

It took me a moment to realise that his welcome was directed at me. I gulped, pushed my glasses back on my face and protectively folded my arms.

He had a wonderful smile which created dimples in his cheeks. His brown eyes had the most wonderful, curly dark eyelashes. His hair was a well-cut mass of dark brown loveliness. He smiled and his eyes danced in the sunlight.

"I don't know why, but it just feels like we have a connection, right here," he murmured, patting his chest. "I've been noticing you for a while now, then yesterday you finally seemed to notice me." He paused, expectantly, "Erm, it's your turn now."

At first I just flushed, and I could almost hear the cogs whirring inside my head as it spun round as I tried to think of something intelligent to say. Instead, I found myself staring at the blond-brown hairs that matted his arms, then down to his trainers and those large, white-covered feet, again. Dammit!

I finally recovered my senses enough to speak, ‘I'm Tom, and, er...This is embarrassing, but in good way. I only really saw you for the first time yesterday. Perhaps we could meet up later and talk about it? Whatever 'it' is! You could come round to my apartment this afternoon, if you like."

He looked at me, coyly. ‘ Now it's my turn to be embarrassed,’ he said sheepishly. ‘I'd rather meet somewhere out in public, in case I need to run for the hills! You don't seem to be a weirdo, but you do keep on glancing at my feet, and I need to know what that's all about!'

I lifted my head, caught his quizzical smile, then laughed. Sensible precautions, I thought. We arranged to meet at a caf? in the city later that afternoon. TJ made out to shake my hand then suddenly turned it into a friendly hug. My loins began to stir, and as our bodies met, I could see that TJ was feeling the same way. We then drifted off to our lectures, feeling deliciously warm.

I went home at lunchtime to shower and get changed. As I sat on the edge of the bed pulling on a pair of fresh white sports socks, my mind started racing because I so much wanted this new friendship, relationship even, to work out.

How would I explain my sock fetish? I wasn't embarrassed about being gay, but the sock thing was a whole different thing. I'd often wondered how such a fetish could just spring up and be there like that. I didn't remember ever having made a conscious decision to start down that path.TJ had already noticed my obsession with his feet, but was a first meeting really the place to talk about something so intensely personal?

I put on my trainers and then left my room. I had a spring in my step, and a thick, solid trunk in my pants. The thrill of the chase was on...

TO BE CONTINUED...