Hot real life reader experience

I have a reader (well, actually more than a few) who is into really stinky, rancid feet.  And he his this real life experience he shared with me (posted with his permission):

hey tfg–
it’s been too long, but i was thinking of you over the weekend, because i had an experience that’s too good not to share.
i was on a plane, flying from [redacted], and i was sitting there waiting for the plane to take off. i was tired and had a lot of work to do, and i was scrunched in the middle seat, and i wasn’t even paying attention to who was sitting on either side of me. so i’m sitting there, doing some reading, when all of a sudden, this kind of warm buttery scent hits my nose, and i know IMMEDIATELY what i’ve gotten myself into. i look over, and, yup, the dude next to me has taken off his work shoes for the three-hour long flight.
the dude was probably around my age, early 30s, and the business-y bro type. he had short dark hair and dark features and a don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. he kept his face turned away from me most of the flight, so i didn’t get a good look at him until after we deplaned, but he was definitely a cutie, and his feet could definitely kick up a smell, and it didn’t seem like he much cared. in fact, he even crossed his legs, so his socked foot was at my knee. since i was sitting in an exit row with extra leg room, there was extra space between my seat and the seat in front of me, where my bag was. so when i reached down to get something my from backpack, i bent waaaaaay over veeeeeery slowly to try to sniff the gorgeous bouquet of his warm, smelly feet. and he didn’t move them. i mean: if *I* knew they smelled, he MUST have known they smelled. and that though made me VERY hot. after a while, unfortunately, the smell died down, but i kept looking over at those feet. (i wish he’d been wearing white sport socks, but i’ll take his warm smelly brown socks, too)
to make matters better, the dude to my LEFT, who was an older guy, not terribly attractive, but not unattractive either, takes off HIS shoes. he was wearing Chuck Taylors, like, my least favorite sneakers and purple socks, but the guy was a straight daddy, and his feet had a funky smell, too. not the same kind of warm, comforting, smelly smell of the dude to my right, but a ranker kind of footstink that, if the guy had been hotter, would have totally slayed me.
so, there i was, between two dudes and their stinky feet on a plane for three hours. literally with no place to go. it was pretty awesome.
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i also had one other pretty sweet experience that’s been getitng me through where a hot blonde college football player actually–in good nature–took a friend’s stinky sneaker and tried to get me to smell it. i’m not sure i’m ready to share that experience, but it was pretty incredible. i didn’t get him to say “stinky” or “smelly,” which would have been too much for me. (I wanted to turn to the young guy on the plane and try to tease him/taunt him into saying his feet were “smelly,” but i didn’t have the courage.) there’s something about just HEARING a hot guy acknowledge that he’s got “stinky”/”smelly” feet that drives me absolutely INSANE.
Super hot, right?  Wish I could’ve smelled those feet!

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