When I was younger, from before kindergarten through early middle school, I would play with these two boys all the time. They were my best friends and neighbors. One time in middle or high school one of the boys stayed overnight and had changed out of his socks and for some reason left them there. I didn’t find them in my house until a few years later, and by that point we had drifted apart and didn’t talk, but I would still watch him all the time getting on and off the bus, doing yard work, etc. because we were neighbors. At this point, I had developed a HUGE crush on him, and that was when I found his socks in my house.
My confession is, through all of middle and high school, I would put in his socks and masturbate, rub them along my body, sniff them, put them on my girl cock, and even rub them against it, while thinking of him. I still have those socks, but I don’t use them anymore. It feels weird now since they were from when he was a kid. It wasn’t weird when I was a kid too, but it is now that I’m an adult. I never told him about having the socks or about my feelings, and I haven’t spoken with him in over a decade…..
My confession is, through all of middle and high school, I would put in his socks and masturbate, rub them along my body, sniff them, put them on my girl cock, and even rub them against it, while thinking of him. I still have those socks, but I don’t use them anymore. It feels weird now since they were from when he was a kid. It wasn’t weird when I was a kid too, but it is now that I’m an adult. I never told him about having the socks or about my feelings, and I haven’t spoken with him in over a decade…..
