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# 986 The Choir
When I was a kid I lived for some years
in a little
town of Germany. Nikolas, my best friend,
and I always
made fun of the local choir boys. It was
just like an
hobby for us. We always mocked them saying
that when
they sang seemed just like girls. The
small choir
group was composed by ten boys from 12
to 15 with the
classical German physiognomy. This situation
goes on
for some weeks, but one summer day…
I was playing football in the church yard
with Nikolas
when we were surrounded by all ten choir
boys. They’re
wearing their uniforms with white shorts,
brown
knee-socks and loafers and they’re all
staring at us
whit a grin in the face.
“Hey Nik !” I said ironically “The choir
GIRLS wants
to play football, too. But it isn’t a
GIRLS sport,
right ? It is too rough for them…Ha ha
ha…”
All of a sudden all the boys were on us.
We were
pinned on the ground, tied up with some
ropes, our
mouths filled with two dirty socks and
we were dragged
inside the church. At last we were lying
on the
footboard where the boys usually stand
during the
singing sessions. Nobody was around so
the scene
wasn’t noticed. I was face up, helpless
and
motionless, at the mercy of these angry
kids. They
kicked off their loafers and one of them
planted his
socked smelly foot right in my face and
looking in my
eyes said “We sing like girls, uh ? But
we don’t weigh
like them !” and all the boys laughed.
I doesn’t
understand immediately the sense of his
words by I was
a little worried. Nikolas lied beside
me and his eyes
were full of fear and tears.
“To your singing places, guys !” shouted
the chaplain
entering the church “Let’s start the rehearsals
!” he
cannot see us two cause there was a wooden
parapet
that divided the choir place from him.
The boys disposed in two lines. Five of
them came
closer to me, while the others five to
Nikolas. I
could taste the smell of their smelly
socked feet. All
of a sudden I realized the sense of the
precedent
phrase and panicked.
So the first boy stepped on my thighs,
the second on
my crotch (what a terrible pain!), the
third on my
stomach and the fourth on my chest. My
whole hurting
body was squashed under the weight of
these four boys
while the fifth came closer to my head.
His name was
Thomas. He was 15 years old and the tallest
of the
group. I clearly remember his devilish
look but above
all I remember his feet. They were smelly
and huge,
probably size 11 or 12 with broad soles
and heels. I
looked at him begging for mercy with my
eyes. Thomas
smile vanished and he lifted his right
foot. I could
see the huge sole of his sweaty foot coming
towards my
face and I turned my head. His foot touched
the side
of my head and Thomas stepped on it. The
pain was
tremendous. He was standing full weight
with both feet
on my head while the other four boys were
trampling my
aching body. At last the choir boys started
to sing…
From under Thomas feet I could see Nikolas.
The other
five boys were standing on his whole compressed
body.
He had turned his head towards me. I could
see the
heels of another tall boy standing on
his head and,
flattened under them, the red face of
my friend, his
desperate eyes, his mouth filled with
the sock and his
widened nostrils searching for air. Me
too was
searching for air with my nose but the
only air that
penetrated my nostrils was the putrid
gas exhaled from
Thomas feet.
This torture goes on for the whole rehearsals.
Two
infinite hours !! During this time the
kids never
stepped down from our carpet-bodies and
the chaplain
doesn’t noticed that all the choir boys
were a little
taller. At last we were released in the
church yard
again. Our bodies and, above all, our
heads hurts for
the following two week. Nikolas and I
never made fun
of these boys again and every time we
met one of them
we submissively looked down at their feet…
#985 College Boy's First
Job
Marc Lucas A 23 year old, hunky boy has just recently graduated from
college, And just landed himself his first
big shot job, where he will for
the first time in his life, need to look,
act, and dress the part of an
executive.
He prepares, for his
first day of training, by spending hours in the
department stores, looking for a perfect
business suit, shirt, Tie, s hoes,
and socks, to compliment his near perfect
body, Beautiful masculine face,
Dark eyes, and dark hair. He is suited
by a Taylor, and looks at himself in
the mirror to see a man in which he had
not even known could be. A far cry
from the usual Abercrombie boy that use
to peer back at him from the mirror.
Only one thing was missing, shoes. He
looked at his watch and realized it was
late, as he rushed into the dressing room
to put his clothes back on and have
the sales associate check him out for
the suit, dress shirt, and tie. He
asks the associate what time the store
closes, he replies In 10 Min. the boy
nervously asked where the shoe department,
is, the man tells him the shoe
department is one floor below him.
The young man takes his new duds and
rushed down the escalator to find a pair
of dress shoes, to go with his suit,
He spends his 10 min. asking the clerk
there what shoes would look best with
his suit. the clerk suggests a pair, and
then finds them for him in the size
he requests, as the clerk returns, Marc
hears the closing announcement of the
Department store, and feels bad about
keeping the clerk there after store
hours, so he looks at the shoes and says
I will take them, the clerk asks,
don't you want to try them on? Marc shakes
his head No, they will be fine, I
have worn this shoe size for a while,
I am sure they will fit!!! The clerk
looks at him and says, well OK, if you
have any problem Hold on to your
receipt and we will gladly exchange them
for you. Mark thanks the man and is
out on his way home. He figures he needs
to get a good night sleep for
tomorrow is the first day on his new job
and he needs to be at his best.
Before going to bed he lays out all of
his new buys, so they are all set and
ready to go in the morning, He even opens
the packaging on his new nylon
dress socks and places one ever so gently
in both of his shoes, as if he
thinks he will hurt them if he handles
them to rough. Then he sets off to bed.
He wakes up to his alarm buzzing in his, ear, he looks at the time
and sees that it is 6:00am, he gets up
and starts to get ready, as he is
getting dressed, He turns On the news,
and just as he is placing his watch on
his hand he realizes that it says 8:00am
he just sort of ignores it till he
hears the time check on the news, " the
time Is now 8:00am, and now the
weather, A feeling of frenzy falls over
him, he is supposed to be at work no
later than 8:30am and he is still at his
house. he must have somehow messed
up the time on his alarm clock, when setting
it the night before, In a mad
rush he tightly ties his new cap toe dress
shoes, onto his size 11 nylon
feet, and thinks to himself I hope I can
run in these things. He dashes out
the door, and down the street hoping to
catch the next bus. As he runs he
keeps thinking to himself How could this
happen on my first day, I need to be
at my best.
As he makes it to the bus he is eager to get on and every thing that
slows the bus down is just making him
more and more upset. He tries to calm
himself, by thinking how great his new
job is going to be and ow nice he
looks in his new outfit, yet he is already
sweating bullets from the run, and
because he is late. he is never so relieved
to turn a corner and see his new
work place. and at the same time still
Panic stricken, because His watch now
says, 8:35am, and his training class started
at 8:30am. He thinks to himself,
OK there is nothing I can do about this
now, but just relax and make the best
of the rest of my first day. As he stands
up, to get off the buss, he feels a
slight Pinch onhis toes that he sort of
ignored, until it happened again, as
he steeped down and onto the side walk.
He continued to walk, and also felt
the hard leather from his shoes, rubbing
the back of this tender heels, he
continues to walk, and just dismisses
it to the fact that they are dress
shoes and that is how they are supposed
to feel. He then gathers himself
together, and walks into the office building,
he walks over to the
receptionist, and tells her his name,
and asks where he is supposed to be,
she looks at him and says, Oh you are
Marc Lucas, Mr. Worthington has been
looking for you, thought maybe you had
went to the wrong building, then he
had an out, for his tardiness, he shook
his head, yes, I did go into the West
tower instead of the East one, she gave
him a smirk and said well we are glad
you are here. I will call upstairs and
let them know you are on your way. But
Mr. Lucas Only one problem the elevator
just went down, so you will have to
take the stairs, which are right over
in the corner, by the water Fountain,
it is on the eighth floor. Mark Had a
look of disbelief on his face, thinking
to him self how much more bad luck could
a guy have in one day!!! as he makes
his way over to the stairs, the pinching
of his left shoe starts again, and
the rubbing on his heel, he thinks
to himself How am I going to make it
through this day with these shoes, on,
just the slightest movement and his
left foot is like screaming in pain. Now
he has to walk up eight flights of
stairs, but he has no choice. he is already
late, so he starts, up the first
flight, the pain just keeps getting worse
and worse, as he reaches the fifth
floor he is almost thinning about taking
the shoe off, but he realizes he
cant just walk into his training, class
full of people with one shoe on and
one shoe off. then what will people think
of him. So he continues on his way
up the stairs and finally makes it to
the 8th floor, he opens up the door,
and makes his way to the conference room
where his class is taking place, and
does his best to disguise the fact that
he is in pain, and his embarrassment
for being late.
He enters the room Mr. Worthington stops his lecture to greet Marc.
He extends his hand to shake and welcome
Marc to his new Job. Marc looks
around the room to see that everyone else
is all ready seated, and has there
booklets open to the second page. He locates
the last available seat, between
2 very handsome and aggressive looking
guys. He Makes his way over still
cringing with every step, and takes his
seat. at that point he is just so
happy to be sitting down, he does not
even hear what is going on. He then
realizes that the guy to his right Is
trying to tell Him He needs to get a
Book, from the credenza outside the conference
room. The thought of having to
walk another step and save face, almost
makes him want to cry that is how bad
his shoe is bothering him, But he must
do it, he takes his 10 steps that seem
like 1000. to get his training booklet
and comes back to his seat. Now that
he has his booklet open to the right page
and is somewhat paying attention,
he feels he can now try to do something
to take care of his foot. he tries to
wiggle his toes inside the hard leather
of the cap toe shoe, just to feel
more pain as his soft makes contact with
the shoe. He thinks to himself could
I be getting a blister, from the running
this morning to the bus. He tries
once again to move his foot to gain some
comfort, but no relief. at this
point he has no Idea what is going on
in the class, he is in such discomfort
he is blocking out everything that is
being said. yet he is making it look as
if he is looking at his booklet. at that
point Marc decides that maybe if he
could just slide his foot out of the shoe,
just enough so his heel is up and
out he might, have some relief. So very
nervously, Marc uses his other foot
on the back of his new shoe to try to
slowly pry his heel out of the shoe.
Slowly, He does not want to go to far,
cause If the shoe comes off, He might
not be able to get it back on without
unlacing, them being as he tied them so
tightly when we ran out the door, Just
at that moment, he realized Shit, I
have pulled my foot out to far. But finally,
he felt better, so he thought,
he would just leave it there, just as
Marc was beginning to get a clue as to
what was going on in the room, because
he was finally comfortable, with foot
now able to move freely, no longer trapped
in the captoe shoe. Began to
notice that there was an aroma in the
air. and At first he did not even
realize that it was from him, Being as
he had never worn Nylon socks before,
H did not realize that all of the running,
and walking up stairs would have
cause his feet to sweat so much in his
new shoes, that it would smell so
strongly, then he panics, because he thinks
he needs to get his shoe back on
so that no one will notice the smell,
He then begins to desperately twist and
turn his foot to force it back into his
shoe, but being as they are new, and
have not traction, they continue to slide
on the carpet as he tries to push
into them. and they are laced way to tight
for his foot to just slip in. he
then feels the back of the shoe bend in
from the pressure of his heel, and
then he knows he will have to use his
finger to pull it back up to put his
foot in, he then wonders to himself why
had he not tried on these shoes
before leaving that store, yesterday,
If he had only gotten a pair of
slip-ons he would not of been having half
of these problems!!!!, Mark Had not
realizes how much of a commotion he was
making, because Just then Mr.
Worthington, asks Mark if everything Is,
OK. Marc swallows hard, and says
softly yes, I am fine. Hoping that he
did not know what was wrong with him.
Mr. Worthington, then says "Well you might
want to turn your booklet to page
14, and look at the grafts with us, Mark
with a now flushed red face, says a
meek little " ok" " thank you sir' Just
then, Michael, who is sitting to
Marc's left, reaches over and turns the
booklet page to 14 for Marc, Michael
reaches out his hand to Marc and introduces
himself. Marc swallowed hard
again and tried to smile, Hoping Michael
did not notice what he had been
doing, or the smell of his feet. Michael
looked at him and smiled, leaned in
and said ever so softly in his ears "New
shoes," Marc, thought the world was
going to end, He just sort of shook his
head nervously "Yes' Michael Leaned
over and said, I like them they are very
nice, and they look good on you!!!"
That statement was followed with an "Are
they comfortable" those world ran
through Marc's head like someone had turned
on a kitchen sink. Marc gathered
himself and smiled and said No, they are
killing me, under his breath.
Michael, said I thought so. you looked
a little uncomfortable. Marc did not
know what to say. Michael leaned over
and said to Marc, Cross your leg over
your Knee and I will make you feel better.
Marc was skeptical about this at
first but then thought to himself, well
what could it hurt. So Marc did as
Michael had asked Placing the foot that
was still not in the shoe on his
knee. Michael then slid the shoe off of
Marc's foot and placed it on his
briefcase between the two chairs, ever
so discretely so that no one could
see. Both Men slid closer to the conference
table so that the action that was
about to take place would be well hidden.
the Marc felt what would have been
the greatest thing could happen to him
all day, Michael's warm soft, yet
intense hand Massaging, the toes, arch,
and heel of his foot. As much as Marc
wanted to moan, in relief, he had to keep
his composure while Michael worked
his magic. Ho could not believe, that
he could even do so much with one hand
on his foot, Marc, looked at Michael and
gave him a Smile to let him know he
was very appreciative of the Massage.
Michael Smiled Back because He was
excited to be able to play with the big
soft size 11 Nylon covered foot of
this cute 23 year old guy. Marc began
to worry again as to how he would get
his shoe back on without anyone seeing
him, just at that moment, Mr.
Worthington said, "OK we will take a 15
min break, and meet bake here at
10:00, there are Muffins, and coffee at
the end of the hall. everyone stood
up and made there way out of the room,
Michael Made more chit chat, with
Marc, to make him feel more comfortable,
when Michael realized everyone was
out of the room, He reached down and Grabbed
Marc's shoe. Unlaced it and
pulled up on the heel that Marc had bent
out of shape trying to get the shoe
back on, held it in his lap for Marc to
place his foot back In. Marc smiled
and said "Thankyou!!!" Michael Leaned
in and said "If I were you I would
just keep them loosely laced if you think
you should need to pop out of them
again" and told Marc that if he needed
he would be free for a foot massage
after work, Marc Looked at Michael and
said "I would love that!!" Michael
then stood up and walked out of the room
Leaving Marc Alone, Marc then retied
his other shoe, so he could easily get
it on and off like Michael Suggested,
and was amazed at ho much he liked the
massage, and how he could not wait for
another one, weather he really needed
one or not. In such a short span of
time he felt so Attached to Michael already,
because He took care of him, and
made him feel at ease, and now made it
so he would be able to get threw his
first day on his new job. Marc owed him
the world. When Michael came back in
the room, Marc smiled at him, and had
written down on a post-it note his
phone number, the sat next to each other
the entire day, exchanging small
talk, and getting to know each other,
they had both found there fun in there
new work place, and were ready to explore.
Just think If stuff like this could always
happen on your first day on your
job!!!
I wonder what will happen between Marc,
and Michael Later, Maybe this story
will have to be continued!!!!!
#966 Internet Pick Up
The story you are about to read is pure
fiction, or is it you decide.
As I sat down at my computer one evening
logging onto the internet, I decided to go into one of the local chat rooms
in my area.
I managed to get into a room called HUNGRY4ITNOW,
and soon was talking to this guy named Steve, after the normal boring chat,
Steve told me he was 38, 6 feet tall, weighed 210, and had a hairy body.
I told him I was 25, 5 feet 8 inches tall,
weighed 190, and also had a hairy body.
Steve asked me what I liked, I replied
sucking giving and receiving, also I liked being fucked, he wanted to know
how big I was, and I told him 10 inches of uncut cock could be his, in
return for a small favour.
He was very interested in what it was
I wanted from him.
I asked him what kind of socks he was
wearing, and how long they had been worn.
Steve told me that they were black ribbed
socks, worn them for 3 days now, why do you ask.
I told steve he could have my body to
do with what he wanted, if he would let me take off his shoes and let me
look and smell his socked feet.
'Is that all' he replied back.
'Sure come on over.
My heart started pounding and I felt my
10 inch cock starting to stir between my crotch.
Steve gave me the address, before I thought
about what I was doing, I had signed off, picked up my car keys and headed
out of the front door.
I got to the address that Steve gave me
and rung the doorbell, A guy about 6 feet tall answered the door dressed
in a dark two piece suit, with black shoes, I couldn't quite see the socks
he was wearing.
Hi you must be John, I'm Steve, come on
in.
I walked through the door, past the stairs,
and into the lounge. Steve shut the door behind me.
Please sit down, would you like a drink.
No thanks I replied while I sat on his settee.
Steve walked over towards me and sat at
the other end of the setttee. So tell me what you like about socks.
When he finished talking he put
his left knee onto the seat with his foot over his right knee.
My eyes were fixed on his sock and shoe,
the shoes were black slip ons, and his socks were definitely black ribbed
as he had told me, I couldn't wait for that smell of leather and sweat.
I started to tell him that anything that
involved socks and shoes turned me on, even tying a sock round my
cock., as I said anything that involves socks and shoes is fine by me.
Ok follow me. Steve said in rather a loud
voice, which puzzled me a bit.
He opened the door and said. Up the stairs,
first on the left.
I climbed the stairs, and Steve followed
shortly behind me.
When I reached the top of the stairs,
Steve had got hold of a scarf and started to blindfold me with it.
He led me into the room, and told me to lay on my back on the floor.
I got as comfortable as I could.
Suddenly he restrained me by sitting on
my chest and arms pinning me to the floor, I felt a collar going round
my neck, and heard a clicking noise as he attached something to the collar.
Next I felt my shoes being yanked off my feet, I suddenly realised that
Steve and I were not in the room alone.
I felt a large hand rubbing my crotch,
and another unbuttoning my trousers and zip. My legs were lifted
up in the air and my trousers were being tugged at very roughly, my heart
was racing and my cock was starting to come to life, I felt a hand returning
to my crotch.
Nice package I heard Steve say, as my
trousers were taken off completely.
Now the fun really begins Steve said,
I heard the sound of air rushing into a shoe, as the second guy started
removing his shoes, next I felt a sock clad foot rubbing my crotch hard
and slow, my cock was nearly fully erect trying to escape my pants.
The guys foot moved under my ass, and started to play with my ass hole,
I felt very erotic and turned on and started to move my ass to give him
greater access to my hole.
You are enjoying this aren't you, Steve
said again. Lets take that blind fold off, Steve removed the scarf
and I saw exactly what the second guy looke like, he was rugged, very hairy,
about 40 years old, and was wearing just a pair of thick wool black socks,
and his cock was semi errect and looked enormous I couldn't believe my
luck that I was actually in the same room with these georgous guys.
Steve got up and told me to get on all
fours, he was holding in his hand the lead to my collar, as I got onto
my knees Steve put his left foot on the lead and my face suddenly shot
down just above his right shoe.
Start licking my shoe boy, get it all
nice and wet, Dave get round the back of him and teach him what happens
to guys who like shoes and socks. Dave went round behind me as I
carried on licking Steve's shoes and started to kick the tip of my cock
which was hanging down between my legs, and also slapping his foot hard
against my arse.
Steve lifted his pant leg up and told
me to start kissing his socks, I brought my hands round as best I could
and cupped them over his shoe while I kissed his 3 day old socks.
Dave behind me was now rubbing my cock
over the top of his socked foot, I was exstatic and beginning to come to
a climax, my sperm shot all over Dave's wollen sock cald foot, 5 spurts
of my milky love juice lay on the top of his socked foot slowly soaking
through.
Look what he's done to my sock.
Dave showed it to Steve and with that I was shoved round to face Dave and
told by Steve to start licking it off at once. I'd never tasted my
own cum before and was very apprehensive at the thought of licking my own
cum. Hesitating my head was forced into Dave's sock by Steve, pushing me
down with his left shoed foot. Suck that sock you pig.
The taste of my cum had already
seeped into the inside of my mouth, and I started to suck my own cum from
Dave's socked foot.
You like that really don't you pig. I
finished licking all the cum off of his sock. Good pig boy, now get over
here and taste my cock, Steve shouted at me. That's it boy unzip
my pants yeah, take that cock out, eat it, suck that cock, take it down
your throat, yeah all the way. Steve put his hands round my head
forcing me down even further on his cock.
Shove your cock up his arse Dave, Dave
wasted no time in getting to his knees ready to shove his errect cock up
my arse. Dave's cock was at my hole, he was having a bit of difficulty
shoving it in my tight hole, I had to stop sucking on Steve's cock and
get back to a more straighter position on all fours, which gave Steve some
time to get out of the rest of his clothes, still keeping his shoes on.
Dave was able to penetrate me better,
and I could feel my hole expand more than it had ever done before I've
had a few cocks up my hole but none as fat as Dave's was. The pain
started to subside a little but not much as Dave was holding onto my waist
and banging my arse very hard and quick, my sphincteral muscle was working
overtime.
Steve by this time had gotten to his knees
and started to fuck my face again, I was in heaven and did not want to
leave. For about 15 minutes I had been arse and face fucked both at the
same time, before they shot their loads I was turned over onto my back,
Steve shot his load down my throat, and Dave shot all over my face. I thought
I had come to the end of our session but I was wrong.
Steve put his shoe up onto my chest and
told me to take it off, I did what he asked and the next moment his foot
came down on my face, rubbing Dave's seamen into my face and his sock,
the smell coming from his socks reeked, there was no smell of leather just
sweat and seamen, I licked, sucked and kissed his foot all over, clearing
all the spent seamen and leaving his sock wet and clammy.
My cock by this point was standing to
attention again. Steve kicked my cock with his still left shoed foot,
walking round between my legs he massaged my cock and balls with his shoed
foot.
What can we do to his cock now,
taking his damp sock off Steve bent down and tied my cock and balls with
it so tight my cock head went bright red. Steve stood up and kicked my
cock again with his shoe. Yeah you like that pig don't you. Take my other
shoe off pig, he raised his foot above my chest so as I could take his
other shoe off, he pounded his foot down onto my chest and ordered Dave
to face fuck me and wank me off at the same time.
Dave knelt down over my face and shoved
his cock into my mouth, and grabbed hold of my cock with a tight grip and
started to wank me off. Steve had decided to play with my hole and
balls with his sock foot, occasionally taking it away to give me a good
kick with it between my legs, I finally shot my second load 3 bursts which
shot up into the air about 3 feet, then four that were not quite as high,
my cum shot over Dave's face, down Steve's leg and over my chest, I had
never had or felt an experience like this before with two people.
I must go back to the chat room again
to get another encounter to tell you about.
Story written by sockvid
#964
It all started with my dads dress shoes.
I was infatuated with the buttery
soft leather lined shoes which lined his
closet. I don't remember how or at
what age( around 11) but I started to
feeel a yearning in my groin for them.
my parents bedroom was on the fourth floor
of our toronto town house. The
door to the steps was one foot from my
room. When I was sure that no one was
around I would stealthly sneak up those
stairs(as eleven year olds do while
sneaking into their parents quarters)
. No matter how sure I was that no one
was home I would always have a very heavy
weight over my heart as i ascended
those stairs and peered around the corner.
The closet was in the center of
the right wall with the bed directly opposite.
there were no doors on the
closet because the house was midst renovations
and i could see themall neatly
lined up across the floor. many
of the shoes had been custom made for my
father durring his frequent trips to japan.
There was one pair in particular
which I remember the most. The leather
was of the creamest brown, sort of a
dark honey which darkened in the seams
due to proper upkeep and conditioning.
the lining was thin and softer than the
body of the shoe, worn smooth from
wear. I started rubbing the head
of my penis on the inner heel where it was
the smoothest. Then upthe arch and into
the foot. I was able to fit my entire
self in the size 12D. I was eleven
remember. the leather sole of the shoe
rest firmly in my hand as I moved it back
and forth. I soon realised that I
could have my hands free to do other things
if i would position the shoe on
the edge of the bed. Manny times
I would wear numerous pairs of black socks
on my own feet so as that I could
wear a pair as well. I was not completly
satisfied however so my creative little
mind thought this up. I would wear
socks on my penis aswell so as to have
a tighter fit in the shoe. I used the
nicest smooth nylon ones first on my soft
skin and built it up with the
thicker ones. the socks were great, they
not only added pleasure but would
absorbe my cum as well. sad things do
happen to good little boys however and
I slowly grew too large for this form
of masterbation. to tell you the truth.
Bonus
#963
My hottest sox experience was when I was
12 yr s old and my friends father
who was a Capt in the army caught me smelling
his sweaty nylon sox.
My friend was in another room and I went
into the bathroom and naturally for
me checked the laundry hamper to see if
his dad might have anything
interesting------and there it was the
slight damp shimmer of a black nylon
sock. My heart was pounding and I was
really getting aroused ( like I have
for the last 34 years just thinking about
it). I picked it up and dug a
little deeper and found the matching sock.
They were so sweaty and the strong
smell of leather and the idea of the Capt.
having just taken them off his
feet was almost too much.....I got a hard
on and was thinking about putting
them in my pants or something so I could
go home and beat off with them. But
just when I got to that point I heard
the Capt. clear his throat behind me
and I think I jumped a mile and at the
same time I dropped the sox right in
the hamper. Oh , I said how you doing
Capt. SexGOd (at least in my thoughts).
He said what are you doing did you lose
something I can help you find. Yeah
how bout my virginity! (I thought in my
fantasies years later!) Oh no sir no
problem I just thought I saw a marble
(lame!) on the floor. I was in a total
sweat and I think (or like to think) that
he was enjoying something having
caught me or having me in an embarassing
situation.
Any way the fantasy I have is that he
came in and sat on the toilet seat and
put those hot nylon black (OTC!) sox back
on and asked me if I wanted to
smell his masculine socked feet. Eventually
I did collect a pair of his sox
and use to beat off to him til it was
literally painful-----I always wanted
him to figure out that it was me if he
started missing sox but he never said
a word.
#929
I am walking to the store, and there is
a hot young skater guy on the street.
He is showing off on his board.
We see each other, but don't make anything
of it. I notice that he is wearing
some hot airwalks with white socks. He
looks really sweaty in his tight white
wife beater. I can see that he is
really muscular. He keeps looking
at me as I get closer. I am getting
really excited as I stare at his feet.
I really want to get into those
shoes. As I get closer, he gets
off his board. Is he waiting for me to come
closer? I keep walking, and as I
near him, he says, "Hey Tommy." How does
he know my name? I ask him.
He says, "You don't remember me?" I tell him
no. He starts telling some story
about when we were twelve years old. We
were in the same gym class in Middle school.
I still don't recognize him.
He says, "Maybe if you smelled my socks
like you did then, you would
remember." Holy shit, it's Mark!
I had forgotten all about him. I used to
smell his socks every day after class
when everyone left the locker room
while he was in the shower. How
did he know? He told me that he used to
watch me jerk off as he shot his load
in the shower. Cool! We hung out that
afternoon, but he wouldn't let me smell
his socks. He said that they were
fresh that day, and they wouldn't be fresh
enough. We spent the night
together, and he kept his shoes and socks
on the whole time. When I got to
those feet and socks the next day, I was
in heaven. They were perfect. Now
we meet everyday, at night, no matter
what, for some home seand ripe feet. I
think that we will be friends forever!
#928 David and his Grey
Socks
I knew it would be difficult to get any
time to myself
this weekend, but I had managed it! No
work, no family
or friends - just me and my TV. It was
now 6.00pm on
the Friday evening and I sat down for
the first time.
The only thing I had forgotten to do was
to take the
phone off the hook. It rang and it was
my sister. "Can
you do me a favour"? She asked. "No" I
said, without
even asking what it was. "Please, just
hear what it is
first" I listened, but made no promises.
She explained
that her friend's son was with her to
stay because she
had to work, now my sister had to work
also - they
were nurses. She told me that the boy
was fourteen and
would be no trouble. I agreed and she
told me she
would drop him off in half an hour. It
was a waste of
time saying no anyway, she always persuaded
me and………I
had to see what this boy looked like!
Half an hour
later the room was tidy and my sneakers
were near the
front door. The bell rang - I opened it
and heard my
sister rush off. Standing in the doorway
was a boy,
dark straight hair, slim and average height
for his
age, to say he was 'cute' would be a very
fair
description. "Come in" I motioned him
in, he walked
in. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt
and sneakers
of course. "My name is Mike, what's yours"?
I said. He
said he was called David. I decided to
let him leave
his sneakers on at this point, although
I could see he
had grey smooth cotton/lycra socks on.
He walked in
and I gave him a coke and he sat and watched
the TV.
We talked. He talked a great deal for
a boy of his
age. He explained that he often got to
stay at
friend's houses or even with strangers
and he quite
liked the fun of it. He liked my house;
it was nice
and relaxing he said. I told him that
I liked him and
he smiled, I melted. "There's just one
thing" I said,
"you should take off your sneakers in
the house" I
expected him to take them off, but he
smiled at me and
said "you want them off - you get them
off - but I
warn you - my socks stink". This was too
much for me
and I could not wait any longer. "You
want it that way
- you got it". I grabbed his sneaker and
a play-fight
ensued. I eventually managed to overpower
him and
pulled off his left sneaker. The smell
was
overwhelming, but beautiful and boy-like.
His socks
were smooth soled and slightly dirty,
they had been on
a while. "That's the first" I said - he
was laughing
too much to resist much further and I
pulled off the
other easily. His socked-feet must have
been a 10 UK
size and looked fantastic. They were long
and slender,
yet a good size. "Told you they smelt"
said David.
"Call them smelly"? I said and as I sat
astride him,
with my feet facing his face, I pushed
my own socked
sole in his face. He said nothing and
I kept it there.
"They smell OK" he said "smell mine" I
could not
resist, if he was testing me, he succeeded
and I went
straight down on his socked feet. My tongue
went to
work on the sole, from heel to toe and
I thought he
would pull away, he just raised himself
on his elbows
and smiled at me. I took his socked toes
into my mouth
and tasted each one. He asked me to go
sock 69 with
him and we lay together for what seemed
like hours
working on each other's socked-feet. Eventually
we
both got up and agreed, there should be
more later….
End
#915 Serving the boss
This is a story about a really hot affair
I had with a former boss for about 6 months before he left the company
and moved across the country.
*************
My boss was married and, I found out,
'bi'. He was a very attractive man in his early 40s with a hot trim body
(he's had a black belt in karate) - dark brown hair, blue eyes, about 5'-11"
and 170 lbs. and, last but not least, wide size 10 feet. Whenever it was
hot, I used to get really turned-on being with him because he exuded a
really sexy man-scent.
The first encounter occurred a little
over 3 years ago. It was summer and our sweltering city was in the midst
of a transit strike. It was about 5:30 in the afternoon and I was alone
in the office when I heard the door open and close. Suddenly, my boss entered
my office and collapsed in my guest chair. He'd had to walk the 4 miles
back from a client's office and he was hot, sweaty and tired. Without thinking,
I dropped to my knees before his outstretched legs and picked up one of
his feet saying "I know just what you need. It'll make you feel a lot better!".
His only reaction was to quietly say "I
wouldn't do that if I were you... my feet stink!".
I responded with "doesn't bother me..."
as I pulled off his Italian loafer, exposing his hot, moist black sock-clad
foot. The aroma had me hard in an instant. He leaned back into the chair
as I massaged the length of his foot, rotating my thumbs around his heel,
rubbing my knuckles along his arch and working each toe with thumb and
finger. My cock was aching. Finishing that foot, I lowered it into my lap
and picked up the other. I noticed he was still sweating and suggested
that he'd be more comfortable if he took off his tie and loosened his shirt
collar. He surprised me by opening his shirt completely and pulling it
out of his trousers. Then, when he stretched and put his hands behind his
head, the aroma from his hot pits hit me, that sexy man-scent that turns
me on so much had my cock throbbing.
As I worked on his foot, he moaned. "That
feels soooo good. I'm really enjoying this!". Then, opening his eyes and
staring right at me, he said "And I see you're enjoying this too!". I looked
at him questionningly and he pressed his foot against the bulge in my trousers,
squeezing my rock-hard cock with his toes.
In a low voice he said "you want to smell
it, don't you, boy!?" And added "go ahead, then" as he pushed his foot
against my face. I inhaled deeply and then began licking and sucking and
biting his sock-clad foot. Looking up, I saw that he was groping himself
as he watched me worship his foot. Without asking, I began pulling his
sock off, scraping my teeth against his bare heel and biting it gently.
I licked his sole as it was exposed and flicked my tongue along his arch.
I licked and bit the ball of his foot. Once I had pulled the sock off completely,
I held it balled-up against my nose as I ran my tongue along behind his
toes before sucking each one into my mouth.
As I placed that foot in my lap, he ordered
me to take out my cock. As I pushed my jeans down my thighs (I rarely wear
underwear in the summer), my cock slapped up against my stomach. And as
I went to work on his other foot, he began rubbing my cock with the foot
I'd just finished with. He was jerking me off with his foot, using my saliva
and pre-cum as lubricant as I worshipped his other foot, licking, biting
and sucking and getting aroused to a frenzy by the hot, sweaty aroma.
He raised his hips and pushed his suit
trousers and boxers down and I gasped. Towering over me was 10 inches of
thick cut meat. Grasping it with both hands, he asked "You want it, don't
you boy?". I could only nod. "Get up here and lick my balls!" I scrambled
up his legs, tongue hanging out and began lapping at his big hairless balls.
Then he began slapping his cock against my face saying "Suck it. Yeah,
suck it now!".
I rose up and devoured it. Wrapping my
lips around the head, I lapped up the pre-cum before sinking down the shaft
as far as I could. When the head of his monster cock hit the back of my
throat, I gagged and backed off, only to slurp my way down it again and
again. He began jerking me off with both feet as I continued to work on
his big dick. Looking up at him, I saw him put his hands into his armpits
and bring his fingers to his nose. He didn't seem to like the smell, but
as he brought his hands to my face and put his fingers in front of my nose,
he said "you're going to like this, you little pig".
That's all it took. With a yell, I began
blasting my load all over his feet. Jet after jet of my cum spewed over
his toes and onto his insteps and dripped down his arches. Pushing me off
his cock and down, he ordered me to "clean up your mess, boy". As I bent
to his feet and licked up my cum, he began pumping his cock with both hands.
Watching me eating my own cum off his
slimy feet really seemed to turn him on. Suddenly, his body tensed and
he groaned "I'm cumming... ah FUCK! I'm, I'm cumMING!!". And his monster
cock began to erupt. I watched, tongue hanging out. The cum flow seemed
to go on forever, running down his shaft and over his fingers, spreading
over his groin and balls. I moved up between his legs and began licking
up his cum, first cleaning his balls and then licking my way up his shaft.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and with each flick of my
tongue, he jerked and groaned.
Later, as we finished cleaning ourselves
up, I shyly asked if I might have his sweaty, smelly socks. He nodded and
handed them to me. How he explained losing his socks to his wife I'll never
know. That was the first of many times that I served my boss in a capacity
that's not on my job description.
*********
Well, that's the story. Hope you like
it. It's too bad he moved away because his feet had the absolutely most
perfect scent for me - strong, but not raunchy.
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