Toe Truck Sweat
by Admnelsen@yahoo.com

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Last summer, after partyin' way to much at bud's house, I stupidly tried to drive home. 

I ran off the road out in the country, fucked up right front, stuck in the ditch.  Called local tow company from cell, dude said be right there.  Was hot and humid as hell, dude shows up in 15 minutes.  Started gettin’ rock hard, seeing this sweaty dirty punk-God get outta the truck... looked 20, long blonde hair, greasy Packers cap on backwards, greasy dirty skin tight Levis, and old worn Reebok black and white hightops. 

I asked him if was hot enough out, and he said "Fuck yeah, sweatin’ my balls off, man", as he tugged at his dirty soiled wifebeater, with his weightlifting gloved right hand to cool his chest, gleaming in my headlights with sweat.  He gets my car up on the hook, pulls out on road, then hops out of the cab, and says "That's $100 bucks, cash or credit.. $125 if you want me to put the spare on, if you got one". 

Suddenly I realized that my wallet was on the counter at home, all I had was my checkbook. 

I asked if he could take a check, he said "No fuckin’' way dude, it's outta my check if it bounces, and this time of night, no one at the office to OK it, guess I'll have to impound this fucker".  Even though he was an asshole, I couldn't believe how hot this punk looked, with arms crossed defiantly, the bulge in his jeans made a shadow on the front of his thigh in my headlights.  I started to plead and beg, told him i would do ANYTHING if he would take my check, as I stared back and forth between his bulge, his huge Reeboks and his bulgin’ biceps. 

" Yeah, I bet you would, what, are you some kinda fag? you don't sound queer" as he hooked his gloved hands in the waistband, with his left fingers restin' on his bulge (was it growing?).  Again, I said that yes, I would do anything for him, and that it looked like he needed to release some anger.  He said "I ain’t no fag, but my girlfriend kicked me out few days ago, and I haven't gotten laid in a week.  Been sleepin’ in back of the shop, haven’t even been able to take a shower, I could use a tongue bath, you got a kinda hot lookin' mouth.  Get in my truck, bitch". 

He drove up to a gravel drive and pulled in and turned out the lights.  "First, you gotta take care my size 11's.. these socks were on 'bout the 3rd day when that cunt threw me out, and been wearin' ‘em all week."  He turned sideways and lifted his big nasty Reeboks towards my face.  "Untie ‘em with your teeth, faggot".  I inhaled the hot stud sweat and leather as got both shoes untied with my teeth, then he kicked ‘em off, using the toe of other foot.  As each shoe fell on my lap and the floor, I got hit with blast of powerful 20 year old stud foot sweat and week old gym socks. 

Even in the dim moonlight, I could see the brown soiled stains, on the toes, heel and up around the ankles where the shoes bind.  I grabbed both ankles and buried my face in the sweaty damp cotton, started licking like a little girl with a lollipop.  Then he lifted his right foot over back my neck, and jammed the toes of his left foot in my mouth.  His rough forced action added to the intensity, my cock was throbbin’ hard in my cut off sweats, as precum started to soak through my sports briefs. 

" Fuck yeah, suck that sweat outta my nasty sock, bitch" as he was groping his still growing bulge in his jeans, over to edge of his left thigh now.  He wiggled his big toes in my mouth, and all I could taste was his foot juice and, cum?  "Yeah, you really are a little fag-pig ain’t you?  I use my socks as a cum rag too, like that taste?"

All I could do was mumble my response, with half his foot in my mouth.  Then he switched feet, and started makin’ me choke on his right-socked foot. 

I started to pull my 7 incher out to stroke it, and noticing, he said "Don’t pull that thing out, you sick fucker, I don’t want to watch you beatin’ off".  Apparently his feet felt better, 'cause then he said "get your hot little fag mouth over hear and lick my sweaty pits.  Eager to please, and the truck cab smellin’ like a high school locker room at the end of a summer day, I obeyed and started in his right hairy arm pit. 

Maybe afraid he'd enjoy it too much, when I moved down toward his hard nipple, he grabbed my head and forced my face into his left pit.  I put my right hand down on the seat between his legs, and started massaging the bulge of his balls with my thumb. 

" Yeah, I bet you want to lick my crotch clean, too, fuckin’ cocksuckin’ little fag-whore".  Then he unzipped his jeans, and raised his ass up so he could slide them down, they fell to his socked ankles.  He grabbed the back my head, and with both hands rammed my face into his gray CK's. 

I couldn’t believe how good they smelled.  "Eat my sweaty shorts, bitch" as he ground my face into his rock hard bulge so hard, I started to get a bloody lip.  "You fuckin’' faggot, I don’t want some fag disease" as he pushed me off his bulge.  I thought he was done, but he reached down and pulled his right sock off, and pulled out his huge 8 or 9 inch cock and put his dirty sweat/cum/spit soaked sock on like a rubber.  "Now you can finish the job, cunt" as he grabbed my neck and forced my head down on his throbbin’ sock covered cock. 

He didn’t pause as the head hit the back of my mouth, he just pushed harder ‘til his whole cock was down my throat.  I started to gag and fight for air, but he kept my head down.  "You don’t need to breathe, bitch!  CHOKE ON IT!"  The only noise I could make was "uuuuughhhhhaarrgghhhhuugghhhhh".  Finally, he pulled my head up just enough so I could get a gasp of crotch and sock stink-filled air, to keep from passing out.  Then he rammed it back in, started piston fuckin’’ his huge sweaty cock, with both hands on each side my head.  My neck was being twisted, and my jaws started to ache from his thickness. 

Then he moved the seat all the way back, and turned around and shoved my head, face out, down on the seat.  He got up on his knees on the seat and pulled my mouth to line up with his throbbing sock covered shaft.  He twisted my hair and said "open up bitch, your gonna get the skull fuckin’ of your life".  I almost passed out from the force of the assault.  I couldn’t move, as he had me pinned against the seat and he kept rammin’ his cock down my throat, seemingly further each thrust. 

Finally, after several minutes, he was drippin’ sweat off his chest and forehead onto my face and grunting like a wild animal, and I felt his shaft get even harder and grow another inch around.  He yelled "I'm cummin’, I'm fukin cummin’ bitch, gonna make you swallow my load fag"  I could feel his cock throbbin’ in my mouth, and could actually feel cum Shootin’ through the worn thin cotton of the toe of his sock.  My mouth was full of tastes, some blood from my lip, his cock pre cum, his hot stud foot sweat, old cum stains, and his huge fresh load oozing through the fabric.  "It looks like you quit bleedin', why don’t you finish the job?" 

He took off the soaked sock, and said " Lick my sweaty balls, dude!"  He didn’t need to shove my head down, and I licked his balls clean, until he saw headlights coming.  "Get up, fag!" as he pulled his shorts and pants up. 

The car went by, and it wasn’t a cop, as he was having trouble gettin’ the soaked sock back on.  "Give me your socks to wear, these are gross dude."  I was more than happy to exchange.  "You'll probably beat off sniffin’ these later, you fuckin’ sicko".  I picked up a dirty Reebok, and started lickin’ the leather uppers. "Jesus Christ, you don’t get enough, eh?"  I asked if I could beat off, while i finished cleaning his gym shoes. 

In a moment of compassion, he said "yeah, I suppose you need to blow a load after all this, and my Reeboks could use a spit-shine. but I'm not gonna watch your faggot shit. Hurry the fuck up!"  I gratefully licked both shoes' uppers clean, while I started beatin’' my meat.  The taste and smell was awesome, nothin' better than old sweaty stud gym shoes.  I asked him how old they were, and when he said "been wearin' ‘em every day for 2 or 3 years" 

I shot the biggest fucking load, totally soaking my shirt, face, his shoe and my fist. 

Of course had to clean the cum off his shoe.  I caught him stealing a few glances as I finished myself off.  I wrote him a check, and he said "if this fucker bounces, I got your address I'm gonna break your face," after a pause, and seeing my look of anticipation, "with my fist, faggot".  I would made sure the check was good.  

As he changed my tire, I asked him why his girlfriend threw him out:  "She said I was too rough in bed, I made her suck my cock when I came home drunk.. and oh yeah, she thought I didn’t shower and do laundry often enough." 

The smell and taste is fading, but I still beat off to this memory and his crusty socks.