The shop was empty for a Friday night, especially with how many people were walking around outside.
It was small, and dimly lit. I noticed it had that old, vintage smell that thrift stores sometimes have although, as I walked through the few aisles inside, I noticed the suits were all very high-end brand names which I recognized immediately. My dress shoes made a quiet clacking noise as I slowly walked along the polished, glossy wood floors. I meandered through the racks illuminated by the soft track lighting above, delicately fingering the expensive fabrics.
Looking back out of the corner of my eye towards the shopkeeper, I noticed he was still watching me, elbows resting on the checkout counter. Nervously, I tried to make small talk.
“These suits are really well priced...well, for the names they carry, at least.”
“Yes, I no make high markup like other rip-off place down the street,” he said in charmingly accented, slightly broken english. He chuckled a little at what he said. I tried to place the accent, but was having a hard time doing so. I also thought why, if these suits were so well priced, was this shop not more filled up with people?
“You don’t sound like you’re from around here,” I prodded a little, wondering if he’d tell me where he’s from.
“No, I no from here. Am from Russia where they make most magical suits,” he replied, answering my internal question and sweeping an arm out to the store, motioning towards the racks. “Every fabric chosen for utmost comfort and pleasure. No wrinkle. No ride, well, not in that way,” he said to himself as I tried to tune him out. I noticed him smiling at what must have been some internal joke.
“Oh, you find one you like?”
I noticed I’d stopped in front of a dark grey, one button suit with narrow lapels and had been softly running my hand up and down the silky sleeve. I hadn’t planned on doing so, but it was just the type of suit I was looking for. I must have been half listening to him and half looking at the suits, knowing I’d stop when I saw what I wanted.
As I took it off the rack, I noticed the way the fabric draped as it moved through the air. This was surely some very fine fabric. I also noticed the tag said, “38R, Athletic & Slim Fit, Long Arm/Leg by VestitoVivo - Italy” This is exactly what I was looking for. I always either find something too big and
baggy, or the arms and legs are just a tiny bit too short. The guys back at the office were right; either I’d find what I wanted here or it didn’t exist. I ran the pant leg between my index and middle finger, feeling the smooth fabric flowing between my fingers.
The suit fabric felt oddly warm, but it could just have been the warmth of the store.
Suddenly, the old man was standing right next to me. “You want measure.” It wasn’t a question, but more of a command.
“Jesus! Man, don’t sneak up on people like that,” I jokingly said to him, smiling. My heart was racing and I wasn’t sure why.
“My Apology. You choose very special suit. Handmade in Italy. Perfect for any occasion,” he said, looking slightly awed at the suit I was holding up.
“I don’t recognize the designer on this one,” I said, examining a little more closely. The stitching and lining was impeccable work, but usually, this level of work is more widely known, especially if someone’s trying to sell it amongst the other Prada’s, Versace’s, and the like.
“Yes, you have sharp eye,” he replied. “This is new designer who is...how you say…’up and coming’ in Italian fabric and suit-making. Is why is more lower price but good quality still, see?” He held up the fabric for me to feel again.
“No, I agree it’s very nice. Say I did want this suit, when would it be ready after I’m measured?” I asked him. I can’t tell why, but I really wanted this suit as soon as possible. It was as if some irresistible need was taking hold of me.
“Suit is ready as soon as you like,” the shopkeeper said, smiling slyly.
“Don’t you have to tailor it in order to fit properly?” I asked, slightly incredulous that a suit off the hanger could be ready immediately.
“Suit fit to you as soon as is worn,’ he replied back, still smiling. “Is all new fabric from Italy, most fashionable and...pleasing,” he said as he grabbed the suit out of my hands and proceeded to head to the counter.
“Hey! I didn’t say I’d buy it yet!” I shouted after him, following him to the counter. “Maybe I wanna, you know, try it on first?” I asked him in an almost pleading voice.
“Oh, how silly of me, yes, of course,” he said apologetically but still with this funny smile, leading me off to a small group of curtained fitting rooms. “Please let me know if need anything” he said as he promptly vanished.
Inside the fitting room, I slipped out of my clothing leaving on only my boxer-briefs and white undershirt, folding the rest neatly on the bench in front of me. I unclipped the pants off the hanger and held them up to my waist, letting the fabric fall against my leg in order to evaluate how much altering would really be necessary. This guy must be nuts, I thought to myself as there was definitely an excess of fabric that extended well below my ankle and bunched up on the floor. I decided I would put on the pants anyway to see how they fit in the waist and thigh; he could alter the hem later, I thought.
I opened up the waist and inserted one leg, then, as I stabilized myself, I inserted my other leg and pulled up the pants to my waist where I zipped and buttoned them. As I wiggled a little inside of them in order for the fabric to fall, I noticed that the hem came to a perfect end at the top of the arch of my foot. There was a perfect break in the fabric. I looked down, amazed at the excess length from earlier had completely disappeared. I moved around a little in them, watching in the mirror and noticed how well they contoured to my body. They hugged me in just the right places, making me look slim yet defined. The waist was also fitting quite nicely, almost perfect as it didn’t clinch too tight nor too loose. Feeling brave, I squatted down and the fabric moved in all the right places, allowing me to move effortlessly and unencumbered by the material, yet still retaining its proper position. This is almost too good to be true, I thought to myself. I decided to try on the jacket too.
Sliding it onto my arms, I hunched my back and pulled my arms forward to test out the fit. It was almost magical in the way the suit perfectly contoured to the way my body moved. The arms came to a perfect end at my wrists, and the jacket made me look defined again while coming to a sharp “V” at the button, falling in line with the pants. I marvelled at how good I looked in the mirror. Turning this way and that, the suit followed effortlessly. I was sold. I took off the suit and put on my regular clothes, exiting the fitting room.
As I rounded the corner, I saw the old man at the sales counter again. He was smiling.
“Suit fit OK?” He asked, still smiling.
“Actually yes. Better than I thought it would,” I replied to him.
“Is very newest suit in fashion,” he said. “You like?”
“I do. I’ll take it,” I said as I laid the suit on the counter for him to ring up.
“You will not be displeased. All suits come with lifetime guarantee. Such is work on suit, it never needs cleaning or altering. But, if you are of course dissatisfied with purchase, please return directly to here,” he said as I swiped my credit card. “Suit will make you very successful, in all right areas.”
I wondered what he meant by that, but nodded my agreement as if I knew what he was talking about. He smiled that kinda creepy smile again as I did so, and carefully wrapped up the suit in a garment bag.
“Please have many pleasant hours with your new purchase,” he said in non-accented English which took me by surprise. I looked at him quickly but he just smiled back and waved his arm towards the door, leading me out.
I hung up the suit inside the garment bag on my car’s ceiling handle in the backseat and climbed into the front. The entire drive home I was mystified by the entire experience and kept replaying everything over and over in my head. It almost seemed like the shopkeeper knew more about things than he was letting on, but then I would think how silly that sounded. It’s just a suit shop. Why would anything be special? But, then I thought again of how the pants had been way too long when I held them up before trying them on, and then the perfect size after putting them on. My mind was a whirlwind of questions.
As I pulled into the driveway, the headlights shone on a familiar figure sitting on the doorsteps of the house. Jeremy was sitting outside, no doubt waiting again for my sister to arrive home from wherever she had decided to terrorize tonight. I parked the car and grabbed the suit from the hanger in order to bring it inside with me.
“Hey Brent,” Jeremy said to me as I approached the doorstep.
“Hey,” I replied back, a little too quietly. I’d always had a slight crush on Jeremy from the moment my sister brought him home that first day. He was tall, with a muscled build and short, dark, slightly messy hair. If Cam Gigandet and Ian Somerhalder had a love child, he would have been it. His blue eyes shone bright when the light hit them just right making your heart jump into your throat and rendering you incapable of speech. His body was a sight to behold too. I’d seen it once when we all went to the lake for the weekend. He was an avid wakeboarder and
I just about had a heart attack when I saw him in his board shorts and nothing else.
“Do you know if Lisa’s home?” he asked.
“Judging by the dark house, I’d have to say ‘no,’” I told him. He laughed.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said looking slightly dismayed. I automatically felt bad for him. Lisa liked him well enough, but she was never satisfied and was always out looking for the next best thing. I knew that she was supposed to be home sometime tonight though, and I didn’t want to leave him hanging
outside.
“Do you want to come inside and wait for her?” I asked him. His eyes lit up immediately.
“Yeah, that’d be great! Thanks Brent!” He smiled back at me revealing a set of perfectly white teeth and I just about melted onto the doorstep. I couldn’t deny that his boyish smile caused a stirring in my pants, but I adjusted myself, unlocked the door and let him in behind me.
“Mind if I just crash on the couch and watch TV till she gets here?” he asked.
“Not at all, make yourself at home. You already know where everything is” I told him.
“Thanks man, I’m beat!” he exclaimed. “Work sucked today, I just need to relax,” he said as he flopped down onto the sofa, turning on the TV. He kicked off his little skater shoes which clunked noisily onto the hardwood floor and crossed his legs, lying on his back. I stood there, watching his vans bounce and settle onto the floor as he wiggled his white socked toes, flexing and rubbing them back and forth, mesmerized by their dance.
“Hey man, you alright?” He asked, looking at me puzzled.
“Yeah, sorry,” I said, snapping out of my trance. “Just had a long day is all.”
“It’s cool,” he said as he started flipping through channels.
“I’m gonna head up and shower. Lisa should hopefully be here soon,” I said, retreating up the stairs towards my bedroom.
“Thanks man!” He said as he moved a pillow underneath his head. “You sure it’s cool if I chill here for a while?”
“Not at all, like I said, make yourself at home.” I said as I retreated to my bedroom, my head filled with the sight of his wiggling white socked feet. I laid the garment bag with the suit inside it onto my bed so it wouldn’t wrinkle and stripped out of my clothing, throwing them onto the hamper next to my bed. A hot shower would certainly feel nice right about now, I thought. I had to clear the mental image of his socked feet on the sofa out of my head. Maybe the water hitting me would snap me out of my lust.
As I stood in the shower, I thought about the suit again, how it had magically seemed to fit to my exact proportions without any tailoring whatsoever. The fit was too perfect and I thought about how it had hugged my frame in just the right places. I thought about Jeremy down on the sofa and my fantasies started running wild. I kept seeing his feet inside his socks rubbing back and forth, massaging against themselves as he relaxed and had no idea what I was looking at and me, wishing I could do more than just look at them.
I quickly grew hard. In the safety of the shower I soaped up my dick and felt the sensual touch of my hand rubbing it up and down, wishing it was his socked foot. The warm water flowed over my body and I felt myself becoming more horny the longer I stayed underneath its spray. I decided to jack off in the shower. The soap quickly did its magic and I came, blowing a load onto the glass door imagining Jeremy holding his smelly skate shoes on my face and his socked toes simultaneously encasing my cock.
I shut off the shower and dried off, wrapping the towel around my waist. I couldn’t understand why I was so horny thinking about him. I’d never felt quite this way about him before. For some reason I was incredibly horny tonight, and even after the activity in the shower I still wasn’t satisfied.
Walking back into my bedroom, I happened to notice the garment bag lying on the bed and felt an irresistible urge to put the suit on again. I found myself wanting to feel the fabric brushing against me and hugging me in all the right places. I walked over to the garment bag and reached for the zipper, but just as I was about to touch it, the bag unzipped quickly all on its own.
“Whoa!” I yelled as I jumped back, startled by what had taken place. Standing still and trying to catch my breath, I looked around the room for someone else in here. Seeing no one, I cautiously approached and stared intently at the zipper, waving my hands around looking for strings. Jeremy must be playing a prank on me, I thought.
“Not funny, Jeremy!” I yelled out. I waited for him to respond with his cute little laugh, but only silence answered me. Walking down the hallway and out into the living room, I noticed the TV was still on and Jeremy was completely passed out on his back on the sofa, his legs still crossed. Looking him up and
down, I had an overwhelming urge again to kneel down at his socked feet and press my face into them, after all, he wouldn’t know, he’s zonked out, but the thought of the zipper kept me from doing anything else.
How did that zipper move all on its own? I thought to myself. I decided that I had to go back in and investigate. Maybe I was imagining things and it didn’t actually happen, or maybe it’s some new automatic bag that could sense when your hand is near or something. I reluctantly left his hot socked feet by themselves for the time being and went back to my room to investigate the garment bag.
Walking into my room, I gasped, stopping dead in my tracks. I blinked several times, but couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My new suit was standing by itself, fully assembled along with a white collared button down shirt and black tie from my closet. It was modeling itself in front of the full length floor mirror, much like I did after trying it on in the store. It was filled out as if some invisible person was wearing it. Looking closer, I noticed in fact that it looked just as if I was wearing it. I even noticed it was wearing my dress shoes and dark ribbed socks I had on earlier in the day. It moved back and forth, flexing an arm, then twisting side to side as if to marvel at how good it looked. I recognized my exact movements from the store’s dressing room.
As I stood there still too shocked to move, the suit turned around to face me. It regarded me briefly, then starting slowly walking towards me.
“Th-this is nuts,” I managed to choke out. “I must be dreaming.”
As if in response, the suit stopped walking towards me, and moved its shoulders back and forth as if in a “no” gesture. It then started walking again, and I backed up away from it until I was up against the wall. It stopped about a foot in front of me and just stood there. I could see into the empty neck of the shirt, and it was close enough that I could read the tag on the inside.
I began to feel very afraid. My breathing was coming faster and my eyes started darting around, looking for an escape. If this wasn’t a dream, it could only mean that, somehow, the suit I bought had come to life, as absolutely crazy as that sounds. Who knows what it’s capable of? I realized I didn’t want to find out, so I made a quick move towards the door in an attempt to escape.
The suit was faster. Before I could even make it half a step it was already next to me as if it had read my thoughts. It had grabbed my waist with its empty arms and picked me up into the air where it threw me onto my bed. I scooted up towards the headboard as it flew quickly over to where I was laying.
It knelt on the foot of the bed and held up an arm, shaking it back and forth as if chastising me for trying to escape, or waving hello, I couldn’t tell. But I now knew how immensely strong the thing was as it had lifted me up into the air as if I was a tissue,
and how there was no hope of escape from it.
“Please, don’t hurt me!” I yelled at it as I defensively held up my hands, hoping it had some sense of right and wrong. Its shoulders slumped as its arms fell to its side, almost as if it was saying, “really?” in some sarcastic, exasperated way.
Suddenly, I felt something around my ankles. I looked down only to see two of my belts snaking themselves around my legs. I tried to kick to get them off, but they held fast and forced my legs out in front of me, immobilizing me with my legs spread wide open. Another set of belts flew out of my open closet and made a bee-line for my wrists, wrapping themselves around my arms and yanking them out to the side. I tried to force my arms free but I found the grip that the belts had on my wrists and ankles was complete and immovable. The leather was tight and taut, although nothing was holding them in place. The belts were pulled all the way out but the ends weren’t attached to anything at all, they were just floating in mid-air.
My suit then inched forward on the bed towards me on its knees. I tried to move, but any movement was completely restricted by my sadistic belts come to life. My suit lifted a knee and placed it on my thigh. Then, it crawled up a little farther and placed its other knee on my other thigh. Its chest lowered as its arms rested on mine. I could feel the fabric rustling and lightly dragging against my bare skin, sending goosebumps across my naked flesh.
I could feel a strange weight pressing down on me. It was as if some guy was wearing my suit, taking advantage of me while I was restrained.
It started grinding its crotch into mine and I let out an involuntary moan. It just felt too good, and I was horny enough that my body was reacting in ways which betrayed my fight. My horniness from earlier was beginning to show through as my dick began to stand at attention, and my suit made no mistake as
to its purpose.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Oh, shit I thought, Jeremy is going to come in and see me this way! I looked towards the doorway and anticipated my humiliation by him. Instead, I was greeted to the sight of his Vans walking by themselves towards my bedroom. They had laced themselves up and walked right into my room. As soon as they entered, they jumped into the air. One shoe flew towards my face, while the other hovered close by my erect dick.
The shoe flying towards my face inverted itself and pressed its opening onto my mouth and nose. It loosened itself enough that the tongue was on top of my nose and the heel was hugging my chin. As it pressed itself onto my face, my primal senses took over and I inhaled. Instantly, the scent of Jeremy’s shoe against my face hit me and I responded by humping the air. I inhaled over and over again, savoring the scent from inside his sweaty shoe. My forbidden fantasies had come to life in front of me, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I greedily sniffed the inside of his skater shoe that was pressing itself into my face, not caring to wonder how this was happening. If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to end. The laces loosened and snaked around my head, tying my face to the opening of his shoe.
Every thought I’d had of his shoes was being portrayed in front of me, and my body was uncontrollably responding in ways that I’d only dreamt of. My dick instantly hardened fully at the smell of his foot sweat as I sniffed hungrily against his shoe forcibly pressed and tied against my face.
“Oh fuck yes,” I mumbled into the shoe. As I sniffed my fantasies, the shoe at my dick didn’t hold back. It inverted itself and lowered down onto my throbbing erection, the laces tightening up as the shoe swallowed me whole tightly inside of itself. The tongue of the shoe licked and massaged the underside of my erect cock, sending shivers of pleasure up and down my body. Slowly, it rose and fell, effectively jacking me off with its soft inside padding.
I moaned with every inhale of the shoe pressed into my face and humped at the shoe riding my dick, but it quickly released its hold on me. I tried to look down to see why it took itself off me, only to feel a fabric sheath inserting itself onto my cock. From what I could see, the suit had lowered its arm down to my throbbing erection and was sliding its sleeve down onto it. It suctioned the sleeve fabric tight against my dick and started jacking me off slowly, sliding the silky fabric up and down and sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body. The suit sat up, and I noticed too that the end of the arm of the suit was hovering around the crotch section, miming rubbing motions on a large bulge inside the pants.
The other shoe hovered up to my face and stepped down onto the shoe covering my mouth and nose, pressing it hard into my face. Again, I inhaled deeply, savoring the teen boy scent wafting through my head. I wished I could grab the shoes and move them around, licking and kissing them, but my arms were still restricted in their movement from my belts. Just then, I could feel the laces untying from the back of my head, and both shoes lifted off my face.
“No, don’t go, please,” I begged the shoes. They stepped down onto each side of my face, and I heard something else making shuffling noises in the hallway. Oh shit, now it definitely is Jeremy this time, I thought to myself. He was gonna be so pissed when he sees me making out with his shoes.
But it wasn’t Jeremy. Instead, a white piece of soft fabric clouded my vision, and I could smell the familiar scent of Jeremy’s foot again. His socks must have come to life as well, sliding themselves off his sleeping feet and walking down to my room. I don’t know what I had done in order to have my secret fantasies being completely fulfilled in front of me, but I decided not to complain.
I kissed and licked the sock as it slid around on my face. I could feel what must be Jeremy’s toes inside the fabric wiggling and flexing, pressing the sock into me. It slid down and pushed its toe section against my lips, and I opened my mouth, biting the toes and running my tongue over the soft fabric.
I sniffed and kissed the haunted fabric as it pressed and stomped itself into my face. His sock must have wanted this just as much as I did. The thick white fabric filled out to the perfect shape of his foot was making me worship it, and I was only to happy
to oblige. I could see the outline of his toes on the fabric, and the smell was driving me insane with lust. I moaned and licked at the living sock as it massaged itself into my face.
“Hey! What the fuck! Someone! Help!” Jeremy’s cries rang out through the house, and I could only assume he was also being subject to the same type of treatment that I was. The thought of him restrained and sexually pleasured by his own clothing caused me to moan into the fabric of the sock still dominating me on my face.
“Brent! Help mmmphhh!” Jeremy screamed again. This time, it sounded as if he was gagged by something, and judging by the fact there was only one of his socks in my room with me, I thought about his sock balling itself up and stuffing itself in his mouth. I could still hear him struggling in the living room, but his muffled screams started to sound more and more filled with pleasure. His vans standing on either side of my head started to walk down my bed and jumped down onto the floor, walking out into the hallway and towards the living room where Jeremy was being subjected to who knows what.
The suit moved again, this time releasing its hold on my cock.
“No, please don’t stop,” I said to it as I looked up to see what it was doing. It stepped back a couple times, still on its knees, and my belts on my ankles slid up to my knees. They pulled them out to the side, effectively opening up my legs and exposing my ass to the suit.
The top drawer of my nightstand opened up, and a condom floated out. It was then that I knew what was going to happen. My new suit was going to fuck me, all by itself. The condom wrapper tore open and the rubber unrolled itself down, giving the impression it surrounded some invisible cock. It hovered over
to me, and dragged its tip across my chest as it hovered down lower. It slid down and touched the shaft of my rock hard, dripping dick with its tip, sliding up the side of my cock. As it left and started to hover over to the suit, the pants unzipped themselves
and opened a hole up in order to allow the condom to situate itself, sticking out of the opening.
The belts on my arms loosened up, allowing me to once again control my motions. I grabbed the sock that was still at my face and pulled it in tighter. It responded by wiggling itself intensely into my nose and mouth as I moaned with continued pleasure. I wasn’t shy about letting the living items in my room know I was enjoying this greatly, and I’m sure Jeremy could probably hear me as well, but I didn’t care. Every touch from an item was so controlled and seemed to be designed to touch me exactly how I wish.
The suit inched up towards me as the belts lifted my legs up into the air. I could feel the condom pressing itself into my ass. I started to freak a little, realizing that there wasn’t any lube on my ass or the condom, when all of the sudden a bottle of lube appeared out of my nightstand and squirted its contents onto my ass, as well as onto the condom. The suit then proceeded to rub the condom all over my ass, in order to spread the lube around and lube up the condom a little. I moaned again as the suit prepared to fuck me.
As the condom slid into my ass, I let out a cry of pleasure. “Mmm, Yes! Fuck me!” I screamed out as I wrapped my legs around the hollow suit and pulled it closer to me. This also had the impact of pulling the condom deeper into my ass. I was so horny at this point that I reached down and started to jack myself off while keeping the other hand on Jeremy’s sock which was still being worshipped on my face. The pleasure surrounding me was too much and I could feel myself wanting to cum. The suit’s condom was all the way in, and it started to fuck my ass slowly. I looked at the suit out of the corner of my eye, and could see the hollow neck moving up and down as it slid the condom in and out.
I could hear movement out in the hallway, and Jeremy’s muffled moaning noises were growing louder. He hovered into the doorway of my bedroom, being held in the air by his long-sleeved henley t-shirt and his beat up jeans which had removed themselves and were somewhat clamped around him. His shirt was behind him, holding its arms around his chest while his jeans had their legs wrapped around his thighs from behind.
His eyes were closed and his head was rolled back and he was still moaning. His boxer-briefs suctioned tight to his body with what looked like the impressions of invisible hands running over his ass. His cock was sticking straight out and the fabric of his boxer-briefs was sliding around on it, massaging his dick for him.
Perhaps the most surprising thing I noticed was that his other sock was also on his face, similar to what his sock was doing to me. He had one hand on the top of the leg section of it with his fingers curled around and into the opening, and the other hand was on the foot and he was massaging it while the toes of his sock were wiggling themselves against his nose.
His jeans let go of his legs and collapsed onto the floor, sliding beneath him. Once in place, they rose back up, sliding back onto his legs. This caused him to open his eyes and he saw me with my suit fucking me, and his sock pressing itself into my face. He smiled his cute little crooked smile he made whenever
he was either found guilty of something or planning a surprise.
“Guess we both have a secret, huh?” He said, still smiling. His clothing hovered him further into the room, maneuvering him to come rest above me. His jeans spread his legs open and made him bend at the knees behind him, and then he settled down onto my chest. His underwear parted and his cock was exposed.
I sat up and instantly swallowed it to the hilt. His sock that was on my face flew over to my face and I had to sniff if while I sucked him off. Jeremy moaned, and I could feel his jeans controlling his hips, causing him to face-fuck me.
“Mm, yeah Brent, suck that fucking cock, boy!” he
said, moaning with pleasure. I noticed my gym shoes by my bedroom door start to move. One turned to face us, and the other moved to be upright from lying on its side. They walked over to the bed where Jeremy, my suit, and I were and jumped up into the air,
landing on Jeremy’s shoulders. He jumped slightly, a little startled but then saw what happened, and grabbed one of my gym shoes with his hands, holding it up to his face and inhaling deeply. It moved its laces around, caressing his face while he sniffed greedily
at my now living and apparently horny Nike gym shoes. I felt another feeling on my cock. I looked down and saw my nylon, ribbed dress socks had taken my cock in between hollow arches and were effectively jacking me off, sliding themselves up and down my shaft in time as I sucked Jeremy off.
The suit fucked me faster as Jeremy’s jeans synced up with it, sliding his cock faster and faster into my mouth. He moaned again, over and over as I sucked him off while he worshipped my footwear. My silky dress socks on my cock also sped up. One had slid the leg opening over my cock and suctioned tight to my shaft, still working me up and down while the other rubbed the bottom of its hollow foot shape back and forth across the tip of my dick, sending shivers up and down my body. I knew my orgasm wasn’t far off. I could feel it building.
Jeremy’s cock spasmed, and I knew he wasn’t too far off either.
“Oh fuck Brent, I’m gonna blow my load man!” Jeremy yelled into my gym shoe pressed into his face.I could hear his ferocious sniffing against the horny shoe. All around his face, various socks and shoes of mine hovered. Some of them dress shoes, some of them athletic. White and Black socks massaged his body while shoe after shoe replaced itself on his face and he inhaled the scent from each one. His hands found my head and he held it while his jeans forced him to fuck my mouth. The suit in my ass was driving deep into me, fucking me with intensity and speed, driving my cock to begin spasming into my dress sock sucking me off. I blew my load and my cum instantly soaked my black, thin, nylon sock on my cock, causing the intensity to magnify and I moaned loudly while I felt Jeremy blow his load into my mouth.
“Oh Fuck, Mmm,” Jeremy yelled out as he shot multiple times into my mouth. “Yeah Brent, take my load man.”
I swallowed it all, just as instructed. My own suit made motions as if it too was cumming, and I noticed that with each motion it made, I experienced wave after wave of muscle contractions in my own orgasm. I could feel the condom spasming inside my ass and, as it did so, it sent pleasurable waves throughout my own cock which was still shooting cum into my sock.
As mine and Jeremy’s orgasms subsided, his jeans pulled his cock out of my mouth and his clothing whipped him around in midair, flinging him down onto his back on the bed.
“Fuck man, that was so hot” Jeremy said, panting.
My gym shoes jumped down off the bed and went back to their regular position. The dress socks that had been molesting my cock lifted off and walked over to a collection of dirty clothes on the floor, where they promptly collapsed. My suit slid the condom out
of my ass, whereupon it flew over to the trash, and the suit folded and hung itself back up, zipping itself into the garment bag. Other items stopped moving as well, and Jeremy and I were left alone on the bed. It was eerily still and quiet in my room after
all the activity that had just taken place. I looked at Jeremy, and he seemed to be thinking about something. After a few moments, he spoke.
“Dude, it’s so strange seeing our clothes and shit moving by themselves like that,” he said, looking at me. “I wonder how all that happened, or why.”
“I think it’s from that suit,” I said to him. I recounted the suit buying experience to him, and he stared at the garment bag thoughtfully.
“I guess,” he said once I’d finished the story. “I freaked out a little at first, but then, when I realized that nothing wanted to hurt me, I kinda went with it. I mean, it
Is kinda cool. By the way, I had no idea you were so into footwear man,” he said, smiling at me again.
“I could say the same for you,” I said back to him, teasing him slightly.
“Yeah, yeah...I know,” he said sheepishly as he lookedaway. “It’s something I’ve always liked. I wonder how our clothes knew,” he asked, almost as if to himself.
“I have no idea, but...I’m glad at what happened.”
“Do you think they’re still alive?” He asked, turning back to face me. As if in answer, the garment bag hanging on my door unzipped and the suit sleeve emerged and waved at us. Then, it retreated back inside and the garment bag zipped itself back up.
“Man, this is too cool!” Jeremy said, excitedly.“Oh shit man, you can’t tell Lisa about any of this, including sucking me off, OK?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t say a thing. Besides, how would I explain anything like that anyway? She wouldn’t believe a word of it,” I said back, reassuring him. He smiled back at me, and then stretched out his arms and yawned.
“Man, I’m tired now. That took a lot out of me,” he said as he curled up on the bed.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “It all ended up in my mouth.”
“Perv,” he said as he jabbed me with his elbow. He then turned around and looked into my eyes. He smiled at me. “I want to do it again sometime, if you’d like to,” he asked.
“I’d love to,” I responded back quickly.
“Cool,” he said as he yawned again. His eyelids fluttered and he fell asleep next to me, still smiling.
I crawled under the covers and laid my head on the pillow. I was unsure of what the future held, and how my life would change now that all my clothing seemed capable of coming to life at any moment, but I was excited nonetheless. I fell asleep with Jeremy beside me with his tight body curled up against my own, dreaming of the possibilities to come.
