Unexpected Surprise
by Jeff

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I am eighteen and one of the only gay boys at my school.

My best friends were mostly girls who always talked to me about their relationships and such with the guys. I felt left out, seeing as I had never been in a relationship before. I had fantasies about the hottest jocks at my school, thinking to myself how wonderful it must be to have sex with him and see their muscular bodies naked. I also had a little thing called a foot fetish. I would check out the guys' legs and feet when they were in the gym or playing sports. I always wondered what their hot sweaty feet smelled like after that long day of walking in their tightly laced athletic shoes.

I had never come out and told anybody about my sexual orientation, but everyone guessed it since I mostly hung out with girls and had never had a "relationship.” Athletics was my last hour of the day, and seeing that I was gay, I would get teased constantly by hearing the "fag" jokes in the locker room. My school had required us to take an athletic/P.E. class even if we were not competing in any sports. I was depressed since my school life was a disaster. I lived in a small hick town that only cared about sports. I would get harassed and threatened by every jock in the locker room if I looked at them while they were changing. I happened to take a peek every now and then; although there was one guy I would constantly catch myself staring at.

Colby was the "main hot jock" that every girl wanted to be with. He was around 6 feet, and very athletic. Dark brown hair with light highlights and the cutest smile with dimples. He greatly resembled Notre Dame's quarterback Brady Quinn. He had a nice chiseled tan body and great cheekbones that could make any girl melt. He competed in football, track, basketball, and baseball. He was the talk of the town, the city's hero, head football quarterback who got accepted to more than 3 colleges. Besides that, he had one of the hottest pair of defined legs you could ask for.

I had Biology with Colby my first hour of the day. Not only that, but he sat right beside me as well. I sometimes would not know what was going on seeing as my eyes would drift off onto this stud's wonderful legs. It wasn’t until that one day that I decided to turn my fantasy into reality. I was one of the first people to arrive in Biology and take my seat. As I stared at the blank chalkboard and tried to awake myself, I could hear Kolby laughing in the hallway with 2 other girls, loitering around the water fountain trying to kill time before class had started.

I wished that I was popular and had personally known him enough to hang out before the bell had rung. Once the bell rang, Kolby walked slowly to his desk knowing that all eyes were on him. Any other day his wardrobe was just basketball shorts and a baggy T-shirt, but on this certain day he was dressed to impress. He had on a fitted black polo that nicely gripped his muscular torso; khaki shorts that made his ass look very nice, and most importantly a pair of New Balance shoes that made me melt. I had to hold down my erection so hard so nobody would notice.

I finally got the bright idea to stay late in the locker room during athletics and check through Kolby's gym bag and take a long whiff of his daily shoes he dressed out of for practice. This certain day made me wanna go home and masturbate for hours, but I thought if I didn’t do something about it at all, then I would never do it. I walked in the locker room only to see overweight guys obnoxiously yelling and getting pumped for this Friday's game. Kolby was the hottest out of all of the football players. I searched the room trying to look for Kolby, but tried to make it look like I was searching for my locker. I then saw him, shirt off and all, talking to another of the jocks. I quickly made my way to my locker and felt my penis starting to rise. Once everyone had been dressed out, I pretended to go to the bathroom so it would give time for everyone to flood out and leave me behind.

Once I heard the last person leave, I snuck out of the bathroom stall acting as if I were a secret agent, trying to make the littlest noise possible. The locker room smelled of body odor, and fart but I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I only had one thing on my mind and that was that special black gym bag that had his name printed on the side. I had gone over to where Kolby's locker was and quietly snuck out the bag. I rested the bag on one of the benches, and slowly zipped it open. My cock had started to rise again and fill with blood as I thought to myself how risky I was to actually be doing this.

My hands were fidgety as I was towards the end of pulling the zipper down. I was so paranoid that I almost just threw the bag back in the locker, but I knew that this moment might never come again. Suddenly, I had heard the door open. My eyes widened as I rushed back to the stall, without zipping the bag up. I pretended to be washing my hands at the sink and I looked in the mirror to see the reflection of who it was. I was relieved, seeing that it was just another of the jocks pulling something out of his locker. At that moment, the jock had gone over to where Kolby's bag was and started going through it! I quickly looked down at the sink wondering what it was he was looking for. The jock had pulled out Kolby's Ipod, zipped up the bag and had made his departure.

I turned off the sink, and thought more and more about Kolby's feet keeping that image in my head. I thought about those shoes and socks and wondered what they smelled like. I knew this was my chance to find out. I knew I had to do this quick before anyone else came into the locker room and interrupted me, but at that moment I heard Coach Smith telling the boys something. I put my ear to the door and listened to Coach Smith nag about this Friday's football game against one of our rival schools, I could care less. Once he was done giving his speech he told the boys to run laps around the school until the end of the hour. That was my cue, the boys would be to busy running that that would give me my time to receive my prize. I peeked out the locker room door and seen the gym was empty, except for the coaches discussing in the coaches office. I was relieved and gladly thanking God for this one.

As I made my way back to Kolby's bag, my heart had started to beat super fast and my cock starting to get hard. I stared at the bag thinking to myself that what I always wanted was about to happen. I unzipped it and seen the black polo folded inside the bag when I peered over it. I doubled checked around me seeing if anyone else was in the room just to be safe. I then gently pulled out the polo and laid it next to me on the bench. I then removed some more clothing that must've been extra dress out clothes. I saw the khaki shorts at the bottom along with some deodorant and a cell phone. But that wasn’t the case; I had seen the jackpot at the very bottom. I licked my lips as if I had seen a juicy steak right in front of me. I grabbed the shoes by the inside and caressed them in my arms as if I was holding a newborn baby. I stared at them for at least 2 minutes until I finally put them under my nose. The smell was sour, sweaty and it tasted of newly worn leather. I pulled out the shriveled up white ankle sock from inside of the right shoe with my teeth and kept it inside of my mouth.

I could taste the sweat out of the sock while I chewed on it. I quickly pulled the other sock out of the left shoe and examined it. The sole of the sock had been worn out and I seen a sweat mark building up from a callus stain. I smelt the callus stain and it smelled like the socks hadn't been washed in a week! I breathed inside of the shoe, as if it was my only oxygen. The smell was wonderful. It smelled better than I imagined, and tasted as if I were licking in between his sweaty toes. I stuffed the ankle socks in my pocket and neatly placed the shoes and the rest of the clothes back in the bag. I smelled Kolby's shirt, trying to suck out the rest of the aroma left over of his boy cologne. Suddenly, the door had swung open and it was Kolby of all people!

I was caught. I was Humiliated. I couldn’t think of an excuse fast enough to use. Plus none of the excuses could've worked. I was ready for the beating of my life. Kolby stood there, with a puzzled look on his face. "Bro, are you all right?" he said. I sat there quiet, no words to say. "What's going on?" he said as he seen me holding his shirt in my hands. I couldn’t take it anymore; I started apologizing and started to have tears run down my eyes. "I'm s-s-s-s-sorry" I stuttered. Kolby just stared at me giving me that confused look. "Look bro, I know you're gay" he said, "I respect that. But WHY are you going through my gym bag? You looking for something? Lose something??" He continued. I shook my head 'no' and set his shirt down beside me.

I looked at the ground having nothing else to say. I then thought to myself why I was doing this. The hottest most popular guy has caught me going through his bag. I was embarrassed and wanted to die right then.
He couldn’t take his eyes of me though.

He just stared and gave me a puzzled look. He then said, "Look guy, this is an awkward moment. I don’t know what the hell you were doing, but stay the hell away from me." He didn’t smile. I looked up but didn’t look him in the eyes. I was speechless as I made my way back to my own locker. I was so ashamed. Kolby was pissed and looked like he wanted to kill somebody. That somebody would eventually be me I imagined. I sat on the bench by my locker thinking about what could be going through his mind. I could see in the corner of my eye that he was dressing out of his gym clothes. I still couldn’t help but stare at him. When he lifted that shirt off of his body, my cock had jumped up. Those abs were so perfect, well tanned, and his nipples were pink and so cute. I rubbed my cock, trying to keep still. He removed his basketball shorts, revealing black boxers.

I then looked away, not wanting to make it more awkward than it already was. I sighed really loud, and started to pull out my gym bag. I was about to change my shirt when I realized that I still had his socks stuffed in my pocket. Before I could even sneak them in bag I seen him start to walk towards me. I looked at the ground, not wanting to look at him. "Jeff" he said. I then looked up wiping the tear from eye. He was so cute, that I couldn’t help but smile when I looked at him.

"Do you have my socks?" He said. I wanted to say no but I knew that he knew that I had them. I then pulled them out of my bag and handed them to him. He jerked them out of my hands and walked back over to his locker.

He hated me.

I wanted to go home and never come back to school ever again. That or move to a different city. I couldn’t think of any other time that I seriously wanted to drop dead. Once Kolby was done dressing out, he slammed his locker door and with his gym bag, left the locker room. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I lost it and started to break down. The only guy I ever wanted had a huge crush on or even wanted to know hated me. I wiped my tears away and started thinking about what the other guys would say. I wasn’t ready for it whatever it was going to be.

Suddenly, I heard the door swing open. I didn’t care anymore; I didn’t try to cover my tears up or anything. I then felt this person or persons start walking towards me. I knew it was one of the jocks coming to harass me or even murder me. I then trembled as the person approached me and stood behind me. I looked down at the ground and noticed the New Balance shoes. A million thoughts went through my head on why he was here. The first thought that came to mind was having the shit beat out of me. But as I sat up and was ready for more humiliation, he said, "Do you have a number I can reach you at?"

I was shocked, appalled, surprised, everything! I couldn’t believe my ears. I didn’t know whether to give it to him or not. I didn’t know if he was going to get my number so he and some of his friends could ambush what or me later. I then said in a shaky voice, "What for? You hate me right?" He didn’t say a word. He just stood there waiting. I thought he seen me as a pointless fag that couldn’t make it into the world, and now all of a sudden he wants my number?

I couldn’t help but tell him seeing as he stood there waiting for an answer out of him. He typed it into his cell phone and said "I might need to get a hold of you sometime" I looked at him and gave him this confused look. "Why is the most popular guy in school want to do with a guy like me?" I said. He looked at me blankly and then said, "Thanks bro." Kolby then walked off casually as if none of it had happened. I was in a state of confusion. I didn’t know what to think.

That evening, I got a phone call and it was none other than Kolby himself. A million thoughts ran through my mind. He asked me where I lived and told me he would drop by my house after he got back from Church. I was excited. This time he spoke to me like I was a human being and asked me nicely if he could come over. Not only was I going to have the hottest guy in coming to my house, but also I was glad that he understood my predicament and didn’t judge me like the rest of the guys. Kolby pulled up in his black Chevy 4x4 and stepped out greeting me with a smile. I was so happy.

Kolby was looking great as always, except this time he was in a very nice dress up shirt, black pants, and most importantly black dress shoes that greatly reminded me of his dad's style. His dad was a lawyer and men wearing suits were often a weakness for me. Kolby made his way inside of my house and asked where my room was. I then lead him upstairs and told him to make himself at home. He sat on my bed examining the walls and ceiling, not saying a word.

I then offered him something to drink, but he responded with something else. "Look Dude, I've never done this, but this is your punishment from I caught you doing today in the locker room" He said. He then lay down on my bed and pulled up both of his legs. "Well pig, get to working on them" I was in Heaven. I kneeled down at the foot of my bed and untied his shoelaces. I slowly pulled off the right dress shoe and buried my nose in his sole. He reacted by pressing his foot deeper in my face.

I then massaged his foot while I took off the other shoe. This time I laid horizontal on my bed and buried my face underneath his sweaty, stinky, socked feet. His muscular calves flexed and kept me trapped underneath. After about 10 minutes of worshipping those size 13’s, I peeled off the sock revealing nicely groomed toenails. His he had long hairy toes, and pink soles that were very soft. "Lick those bad boys!" He demanded. I could tell this boy played lots of sports.

He took off his shirt and moaned every time I licked his foot. His body was amazing. He had perfect biceps and pecs with the right nipples to gnaw on. His feet were the best part though. They were sweaty and wet from being inside of his shoes, and his calluses were rough. I then saw him start to get an erection. I moved up between his legs and looked him in the eyes. His blue eyes were telling me to go ahead. I slowly unzipped his pants and seen that his manhood was rising above 10 inches in his freshly fitted red Calvin Klein boxers. I sniffed that wonderful smell and enjoyed every minute.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. I pulled down his boxers and started to gently suck on his penis while tickling his balls with my fingers. He groaned and breathed hard tilting his head backwards. His Adams apple moved up and down and his strong muscular hands shoved and kept my head down on his cock. He then came, exhaling all of the air he was holding in.

The warm cum settled in my mouth, as I tasted the sweet yet sour sperms dissolve down my throat and in between my teeth. While he relaxed on my bed after he came, I worshiped his pecs and tickled his armpits. He laughed and smiled at me as I gently kissed his neck and rubbed my fingers through his hair. He then said, "Dude, I have never been with a man before." I smiled at him and told him it was just like being with a woman.

After the fun was over, I helped Kolby get dressed by putting his clothes back on him. He then told me that he was questioning his sexuality for quite sometime. He told me he started to come onto guys around the age of 15 when he first started football. I was pleased and happy knowing that my first gay friend was the town’s hottest quarterback. He told me I should try out for football, and that it was a lot of "fun." I laughed knowing exactly what he was talking about. I walked Kolby out of the door and told him that he gave me the best day of my life. He smiled back and told me he would see me the next day. With that, he went to his truck, pulled out his gym bag, and gave me the ankle socks as a souvenir to keep.

He never told any of his friends about the locker room or anything. I didn’t tell mine either. I wasn’t scared to talk to him anymore. Everyday in Biology he would pass me a note asking if he could "cum over." I had great confidence in myself everyday I walked into that hallway. Nobody knew that the gay boy in high school was sleeping with the high school's quarterback. I would overhear girls talking at their lockers saying how much they wanted Kolby and how they would give their right arm to sleep with him.

I laughed and would tell them they "have no idea."