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    • RE: ***Android App for erotic stories***

      @cumeaternc This was a shocker of a post to read from 2011, no less... Chief among the reasons why are:

      • My first Android device was a Motorola DROID 3
      • I rooted it on the very first day and ran Cyanogen on it for days, until I cobbled together a build of PAC-ROM for it, that is (man I miss PAC-ROM, hehe)
      • My first tablet was the direct successor to the NOOK Color: the NOOK HD+, also rooted and running PAC-ROM for days, now still limping along on AOSP
      • I've loved reading erotic fiction since I was a teenager with a 33.6Kbps dial-up connection, it's still probably my favorite thing to masturbate to

      So yeah...good deal, dude, haha. Certainly good taste!

      While I'm here, I'll take a sec to plug the work of a fellow developer I respect, since it happens to be an unofficial version of a Literotica reader app for Android devices that's sooooo much better than the official app. For anyone interested and not afraid to sideload an .apk file, you can find all the info here.

      Cheers,
      SF

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      posted in Books & Magazines
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    • RE: What is your favorite brand of underwear ?

      To wear myself, like many others that have already weighed in, it's roughly 50/50 between Calvin Klein and Jockey if I'm in boxer-briefs (and nearly a lock that my undershirt is from Jockey too; their Staycool+ V-necks1 are such an under-the-radar winner). That's generally when I'm in business attire, which I just realized has become an ever-decreasing part of my life in recent years. More often you'll find me out and about in just a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans, and Brooks sneakers. Not only does it free me up to get my hands dirty when I see something that needs doing, but it feels like in recent years people respond better to it than they do the suit and tie.

      In those instances, you can take to the bank that I'm wearing Tommy Hilfiger Knit Cotton boxers, usually navy blue but occasionally fire engine red. Sadly my time with them will soon run out as, like everything else in the God-damned world, the last pack I bought was unrecognizable, they'd switched to a much thinner, cheaper cotton, an elastic waistband that had all the tactile properties of new burlap, and the fucking fly was cut so ridiculously high that I felt like a European park fountain everytime I had to piss. I'd love to have  chance encounter with the quant jock who gave the go-ahead on that corporate decision in some dark alley in the middle of nowhere, let me tell you… But I digress, because regardless of what they've become, I will always reflect fondly on them because they were the underwear of choice for the guy who popped my cherry some 20+ years ago. I'd love to tell you that I was so taken by how good he looked in them that I became an instant convert, but alas, he actually wasn't that good-looking and the underwear didn't exactly help his case either. Lucky for him, that registered very little to my very horny, very virgin, 16 year old brain.

      After we'd accomplished what we set out to do and had worked up quite an appetite, he suggested we walk over to a diner a few blocks away and have a bite before I left to go home, his treat. Having been raised with enough sense never to turn down a free meal, I pushed through my awkward feelings and impulse to make my retreat long enough to accept. I remember thinking that everything I'd heard about women "walking funny" after good sex was surprisingly applicable to me as well while we walked, despite the experience not really having lived up to my teenage fantasies of a heavenly chorus singing and getting an instant soulmate from the deal. By the time we'd reached the diner I started to become aware of more urgent concerns, though, as the confluence of taking my first stroll through the world as a non-virgin and our decision not to use a condom, plus a little planetary gravity, was working to leave me with more than just the sweaty butt crack I chalked it up to as we walked. I knew the instant I sat down on the vinyl seat of our booth that there was a wet spot forming in the rear of my boxers beneath my (have you already guessed?) khaki Dockers, and instead of excusing myself to the restroom and performing triage, I decided that I'd just sit there and pretend it wasn't happening.

      Thankfully in the end it wasn't the major catastrophe I had been picturing in vivid detail the entire time we ate and I was able to exit the establishment without making my companion pull the fire alarm or create another similar distraction. It hit me on the walk back that my situation was simply the price one must pay to venture outside without their virginity and along the way I leaned over to whisper conspiratorially in his ear about my condition. He apologized several times despite my insistence about there being no need for it, and when we'd reached my car parked in front of his house, he suddenly told me to go back inside with him. I was already trying to settle on the best way to tell him I had no interest in an encore as he closed the door behind us and matter-of-factly told me to start getting out of my underwear while he went to his room to get a pair of his for me to wear home. The thoughtfulness of his reaction bowled me over and without protest I just said okay and did as I was told. I'd never worn anyone else's underwear before and for reasons I'm still powerless to explain, even after what we'd done not long before that put me in this predicament, him giving me a clean pair of underwear before I left was hands-down the high-water mark of the sense of intimacy I felt a part of that day.

      I hollered up to him that I had a pressing question to ask once he'd already gone upstairs and was probably almost to his bedroom, and he appeared again at the top of the stairs to hear it. I still wonder exactly where the idea I was about to voice came from within me and whether it's proof of my having an unusually high level of sentimentality or just a hopelessly dirty mind, but the question I asked was if he'd be okay with giving me the underwear was wearing rather than a clean pair. I was already beating myself up silently for sounding like the world's biggest perv during the brief moment of silence while he considered my request then surprised me by saying he was fine with it if I was sure. He never asked me why I wanted them, which was good because I don't know what I would've said, I hadn't gotten that far myself. He looked sexier taking off his shoes and pants just then than he had the first time, I decided, and when he was standing there bare-assed as I pulled them up my thighs and into position around me that encore I was eager to avoid minutes before seemed instead very tempting. I loved how warm they were already and how well they fit and told him so more than once as we both put our pants back on and we walked back out to my car and said goodbye.

      Of all the day's events, that drive home remains highest on my list of fondest memories. I was deep in thought the whole way, parsing my feelings on sex as an actual physical experience and not just a hormone-fueled fantasy, wondering if there was still a way I might not be gay despite being pretty certain I was doing something inherently very natural to me while it was happening, and a surprising amount of time realizing that my Mom had been buying me absolute garbage underwear for my ENTIRE LIFE in comparison to what I had on right then. I smelled them while I jerked off like a man possessed that night in bed, reliving everything we'd done and the smell of him. Afterwards I hid them away, not wanting to explain how I ended up wearing another's guy underwear the next time laundry was done, and when it was finally time to pack up my things to go to college they were one of the first things in the box.

      I still have them to this day, even still wear them every once in a while (if for no other reason than as a reward for still being the same size now that I'm staring down the barrel of the big 4-0 as I was in high school :cool2:), and the proof of their quality is in how well they still fit and look exactly how I remember they did as he held them out to give to me. They were the only sense of comfort I felt at all when I wore them on a very difficult day about a decade ago to join his family in saying a final goodbye to him so much sooner than we should've needed to. This is the first time I've ever shared this story, strangely, despite how fondly I reflect on it. If you made it this far, thanks for allowing me to finally get the chance to do so.

      That's how my favorite brand of underwear became Tommy Hilfiger, thanks to one pair in particular, though I'll go to the mattresses with anyone who disagrees on principle; though I haven't gone out of my way to try a ton of other brands, every time that I have I find them wanting to some degree in comparison. It will be with a heavy heart that I begin the search for a new brand to replace them when those that I have now come to need it.

      1Jockey Staycool+ V-neck Men's Undershirts

      posted in Socks and Underwear
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    Latest posts made by SockyFeet

    • RE: ***Android App for erotic stories***

      @cumeaternc This was a shocker of a post to read from 2011, no less... Chief among the reasons why are:

      • My first Android device was a Motorola DROID 3
      • I rooted it on the very first day and ran Cyanogen on it for days, until I cobbled together a build of PAC-ROM for it, that is (man I miss PAC-ROM, hehe)
      • My first tablet was the direct successor to the NOOK Color: the NOOK HD+, also rooted and running PAC-ROM for days, now still limping along on AOSP
      • I've loved reading erotic fiction since I was a teenager with a 33.6Kbps dial-up connection, it's still probably my favorite thing to masturbate to

      So yeah...good deal, dude, haha. Certainly good taste!

      While I'm here, I'll take a sec to plug the work of a fellow developer I respect, since it happens to be an unofficial version of a Literotica reader app for Android devices that's sooooo much better than the official app. For anyone interested and not afraid to sideload an .apk file, you can find all the info here.

      Cheers,
      SF

      Screenshots:
      Search tab Feed tab

      posted in Books & Magazines
      SockyFeet
      SockyFeet
    • RE: Is there any books out there to manipulate straight people to fuck you?

      Don't I wish? Trust me, if it was out there and offered even a marginal advantage, I would've found it by now and be clutching it close to my bosom day and night. One time I even paid a witch on Etsy (Don't believe me? Guess again, they're actually a thing) to cast a love spell on a straight guy I would've given an arm, a leg, a testicle and several toes to have interested in me sexually/romantically, but it didn't do fucking shit.

      *grumbles menacingly in that witch's general direction*

      As I'm sure you're already aware, the most effective strategy is still to be very gregarious and have as many hot, straight guy-friends as you possibly can at all times, while doing your best to make sure they don't know each other even a little. Then you pick your moment carefully, waiting for a spike in either sexual frustration or loneliness, get tipsy with them and then put your best moves on 'em while trying not to betray the fact that you want them like the axe wants the chicken. Who knows? Even a broken clock is right twice a day and sexual preference is indeed a wide spectrum with an infinite number of points... At worst you lose a hot friend, but since he doesn't know any of the other ones at least he can't poison the well before you can do the exact same thing to them when the time comes. 😁

      posted in Books & Magazines
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      SockyFeet
    • RE: Tube socks or ankle socks?

      Geez, seriously guys, no love for ankle socks up in here? Personally my favorites are white quarter crews like the ones in my avatar, but ankle socks come in a very close second and the more cuff they have, the better. Tube socks are alright in a pinch, I suppose, but feel very dated at this point.

      It's the no-show socks that I would cause to all spontaneously burst into flames and reduce to ashes if I ever rubbed a bottle with a genie in it... To me they reek of femininity, which (at least in terms of what a guy wears) is just about the biggest turn-off I can think of. Quarter crew and ankle socks, on the other hand, teleport me right back to junior high and all those delicious memories of the first boys I had crushes on...mmmmmm, if I only knew then what I know now. 😇

      posted in Socks and Underwear
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      SockyFeet
    • RE: Last album you bought?

      I'm going to interpret this question liberally and answer with the last album I added to my YouTube Music library wholesale, as opposed to my usual pick-and-choose approach to music in the streaming era. That album would be:

      Eric Hutchinson - Sounds Like This
      Album cover art for Eric Hutchinson's 'Sounds Like This'

      Ironically, I couldn't stand this album when it came out. The big hits off of it were all earworms and the upbeat, devil-may-care timbre of all of them was pretty much the last thing I wanted anywhere around me.

      In all fairness, though, the tail end of the aughts was a rough stretch for me overall. I was bootstrapping my life back to something approaching tolerable after a felony DUI (capricious charge, personally I think that anyone who's [un]lucky enough to survive driving right off the middle of a bridge ~70' into the creek below deserves a misdemeanor at most, regardless of their BAC 🤕) and getting sober while dealing with the 18 months of statutory driver's license revocation. On most days during that chapter of life my mood was foul, and that's being charitable; some days I might as well have been Satan's new apprentice. 😈 Anything that even tangentially highlighted the fact that I had neither vehicle nor a license to use one would've done well to give me a very wide berth.

      Anyhow that feels like an aeon ago now and I've (thankfully, though far too slowly in hindsight) long since pulled my head out of my ass, and once again I'm most often found bopping in my seat to one sickly sweet, bubblegummy Pop tune or another from any time in the last 60 years. When a song off this album was used behind some show I watched last year and I realized who and what it was, I felt I owed the guy a solid for channeling as much malevolance in his direction as I did when it came out, even though the first third of it is what I call "cabbage."

      -SF

      P.S. In the interest of full disclosure, I did purchase a bona fide, physical E.P. since adding this to my library, that being the latest release of my alma mater's all-male a cappella group. As a devoted alum and former a cappella singer myself I make a point to purchase outright all the new releases from their current slate of ensembles, regardless of gender. I chose not to cite it here because, well, then all you fuckers would know where I went to school. 😛

      If there are any collegiate a cappella nerds among you though, PM me and I'll clue you in to who they are...their material isn't as good as we had in my day, but damn-it if the twinky little fuckers don't sound like angels anyway! 😍

      posted in Music
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    • RE: Fucking with socks on

      Here are a few I've come across (and cum to  ;)) recently:

      • My big brother - Tommie and Conner

      • [Boys Fox] Kenton Tore fucks Marek Kraus RAW

      • White Socks Cream Pie

      Always nice to see another sock lover on the site, please don't be a stranger.  :hug:

      posted in Socks and Underwear
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      SockyFeet
    • RE: Do you keep the socks on or off during sex?

      I always keep mine on too, in the hopes that the guy I'm with will follow suit. Nothing does it for me as well as the sight of a hot guy naked except for some white ankle socks.

      posted in Socks and Underwear
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    • RE: What is your favorite brand of underwear ?

      To wear myself, like many others that have already weighed in, it's roughly 50/50 between Calvin Klein and Jockey if I'm in boxer-briefs (and nearly a lock that my undershirt is from Jockey too; their Staycool+ V-necks1 are such an under-the-radar winner). That's generally when I'm in business attire, which I just realized has become an ever-decreasing part of my life in recent years. More often you'll find me out and about in just a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans, and Brooks sneakers. Not only does it free me up to get my hands dirty when I see something that needs doing, but it feels like in recent years people respond better to it than they do the suit and tie.

      In those instances, you can take to the bank that I'm wearing Tommy Hilfiger Knit Cotton boxers, usually navy blue but occasionally fire engine red. Sadly my time with them will soon run out as, like everything else in the God-damned world, the last pack I bought was unrecognizable, they'd switched to a much thinner, cheaper cotton, an elastic waistband that had all the tactile properties of new burlap, and the fucking fly was cut so ridiculously high that I felt like a European park fountain everytime I had to piss. I'd love to have  chance encounter with the quant jock who gave the go-ahead on that corporate decision in some dark alley in the middle of nowhere, let me tell you… But I digress, because regardless of what they've become, I will always reflect fondly on them because they were the underwear of choice for the guy who popped my cherry some 20+ years ago. I'd love to tell you that I was so taken by how good he looked in them that I became an instant convert, but alas, he actually wasn't that good-looking and the underwear didn't exactly help his case either. Lucky for him, that registered very little to my very horny, very virgin, 16 year old brain.

      After we'd accomplished what we set out to do and had worked up quite an appetite, he suggested we walk over to a diner a few blocks away and have a bite before I left to go home, his treat. Having been raised with enough sense never to turn down a free meal, I pushed through my awkward feelings and impulse to make my retreat long enough to accept. I remember thinking that everything I'd heard about women "walking funny" after good sex was surprisingly applicable to me as well while we walked, despite the experience not really having lived up to my teenage fantasies of a heavenly chorus singing and getting an instant soulmate from the deal. By the time we'd reached the diner I started to become aware of more urgent concerns, though, as the confluence of taking my first stroll through the world as a non-virgin and our decision not to use a condom, plus a little planetary gravity, was working to leave me with more than just the sweaty butt crack I chalked it up to as we walked. I knew the instant I sat down on the vinyl seat of our booth that there was a wet spot forming in the rear of my boxers beneath my (have you already guessed?) khaki Dockers, and instead of excusing myself to the restroom and performing triage, I decided that I'd just sit there and pretend it wasn't happening.

      Thankfully in the end it wasn't the major catastrophe I had been picturing in vivid detail the entire time we ate and I was able to exit the establishment without making my companion pull the fire alarm or create another similar distraction. It hit me on the walk back that my situation was simply the price one must pay to venture outside without their virginity and along the way I leaned over to whisper conspiratorially in his ear about my condition. He apologized several times despite my insistence about there being no need for it, and when we'd reached my car parked in front of his house, he suddenly told me to go back inside with him. I was already trying to settle on the best way to tell him I had no interest in an encore as he closed the door behind us and matter-of-factly told me to start getting out of my underwear while he went to his room to get a pair of his for me to wear home. The thoughtfulness of his reaction bowled me over and without protest I just said okay and did as I was told. I'd never worn anyone else's underwear before and for reasons I'm still powerless to explain, even after what we'd done not long before that put me in this predicament, him giving me a clean pair of underwear before I left was hands-down the high-water mark of the sense of intimacy I felt a part of that day.

      I hollered up to him that I had a pressing question to ask once he'd already gone upstairs and was probably almost to his bedroom, and he appeared again at the top of the stairs to hear it. I still wonder exactly where the idea I was about to voice came from within me and whether it's proof of my having an unusually high level of sentimentality or just a hopelessly dirty mind, but the question I asked was if he'd be okay with giving me the underwear was wearing rather than a clean pair. I was already beating myself up silently for sounding like the world's biggest perv during the brief moment of silence while he considered my request then surprised me by saying he was fine with it if I was sure. He never asked me why I wanted them, which was good because I don't know what I would've said, I hadn't gotten that far myself. He looked sexier taking off his shoes and pants just then than he had the first time, I decided, and when he was standing there bare-assed as I pulled them up my thighs and into position around me that encore I was eager to avoid minutes before seemed instead very tempting. I loved how warm they were already and how well they fit and told him so more than once as we both put our pants back on and we walked back out to my car and said goodbye.

      Of all the day's events, that drive home remains highest on my list of fondest memories. I was deep in thought the whole way, parsing my feelings on sex as an actual physical experience and not just a hormone-fueled fantasy, wondering if there was still a way I might not be gay despite being pretty certain I was doing something inherently very natural to me while it was happening, and a surprising amount of time realizing that my Mom had been buying me absolute garbage underwear for my ENTIRE LIFE in comparison to what I had on right then. I smelled them while I jerked off like a man possessed that night in bed, reliving everything we'd done and the smell of him. Afterwards I hid them away, not wanting to explain how I ended up wearing another's guy underwear the next time laundry was done, and when it was finally time to pack up my things to go to college they were one of the first things in the box.

      I still have them to this day, even still wear them every once in a while (if for no other reason than as a reward for still being the same size now that I'm staring down the barrel of the big 4-0 as I was in high school :cool2:), and the proof of their quality is in how well they still fit and look exactly how I remember they did as he held them out to give to me. They were the only sense of comfort I felt at all when I wore them on a very difficult day about a decade ago to join his family in saying a final goodbye to him so much sooner than we should've needed to. This is the first time I've ever shared this story, strangely, despite how fondly I reflect on it. If you made it this far, thanks for allowing me to finally get the chance to do so.

      That's how my favorite brand of underwear became Tommy Hilfiger, thanks to one pair in particular, though I'll go to the mattresses with anyone who disagrees on principle; though I haven't gone out of my way to try a ton of other brands, every time that I have I find them wanting to some degree in comparison. It will be with a heavy heart that I begin the search for a new brand to replace them when those that I have now come to need it.

      1Jockey Staycool+ V-neck Men's Undershirts

      posted in Socks and Underwear
      SockyFeet
      SockyFeet
    • RE: Clean or dirty socks?

      I'm happy so long as they're in a state bounded by "just plucked out of the sock drawer" clean and "been on his feet long enough to retain their shape when taken off/soles have the faintest off-white hint of his footprint" worn, inclusive. Once they've absorbed more than trace amounts of foot sweat or possess an aroma other than "new shoe," though, I'm lobbying hard for changing into a fresh pair.

      The top in the attached picture would be just barely in the "too dirty" range, though as with most subjective evaluations of a sexual nature, the hotter the guy the more latitude he'll get. :laugh:

      01-2.jpg

      posted in Socks and Underwear
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    • RE: What age did you change from briefs to boxers?

      Eleven (11) years old, when it became necessary to change into gym clothes for P.E.

      posted in Socks and Underwear
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    • RE: White or black socks?

      White socks, without hesitation. This is one fetish whose origins for the majority of people who self-identify with it trace back to a specific time and place: the boys' locker room during secondary school. That's where it started for me, unquestionably, and what I saw boys wearing in the early to mid-90s was overwhelmingly white socks, mostly crew length but also some ankle length (my favorites both then and now).

      posted in Socks and Underwear
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