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Stoppers
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SOCKSSSSSS
Still
frozen in movement, I now had this size 11 black
argyle (with pink and gray splashes of color) on
my chest just inches from my face and the smell
was divine!
"Go head smell it, you pervert." His friend
chided. I just sat there, raging boner and all clearly
visible to both studs! Their attention was now directed
like mine--away from the movie and toward the feet
which were now pushed to the point where the toes
rested on my chin!
"Go ahead, take a good whiff . . . smell those
feet you queer." they quietly voiced in unison!
The late-comer was now up and headed to the theater
seat directly behind mine. Within minutes his boots
were off as he straddled his size 12's on either
side of my head--his dirty gray Nike ankle-highs
now turned inward in front of my nose!
"Eat those sweaty socks." He murmured!
Thank God we were in the back walled area of the
theater with no one seated behind or around us!
I felt like a dog in heat! A dog in heat who was
about to be screwed into the ground by a horny pack
of wolves!
"Suck on those feet" they both chide,
the argyle socks still below my chin . . . the dirty
gray Nikes under my nose! I didn't move and inch!
Eventually I raised my hands ever so gently. Grabbing
the argyle socks, I started to message them lightly--feeling
the squelch of sweat still held in the material
dripping out onto my thumbs! The hunk just behind
my seat released the grip he had on my nose with
his sweaty socks, placing his 12's on the floor
and leaned forward to watch as I proceeded to swab
my face with first one, then the second argyle sock
. . . then both! He gasped as my mouth chewed the
material in an attempt to wring the sweat clean
of the socks! A low moan was heard as my teeth tugged
at first the heel and then the toe material of the
sock before each was gently removed from the foot.
Boy, was I in heaven--as were these young hunks.
I was fully submerged into the joy of subservience,
enjoying myself as their foot slave!
"Suck my feet." the first guy murmured
quietly so as not to draw attention to our area.
"Suck the lint from my toes and chew on the
heels."
I devoured each toe and chewed and scrapped on every
inch including the nails and what laid under, around
and on them! I was in a sock and foot coma, punctuated
by the salty taste and smell of these size 11's!
But what abut the size 12''s? Did they still await
my caress? Would they still be available for my
tongue bath? Would I still have the energy to smell
and suck them clean?
And what about my boner? All these and more to be
answered in the next installment!
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