by Jason Meekle
A nice little story about my Uncles Buddy.
He is a 5'11" stocky built hunk. He has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and we’ll all I can say is that Howie is a beautiful 33-year-old. This story involves him, and one of my fantasies. Growing up, ever since I can remember, my uncle has been friends with Howie. Also, ever since I hit puberty I was always attracted to Howie. Howie is a type of guy that always wore athletic type gear, and damn did it suit him. However, besides the gear he wore the type of sneakers he wore always got me hard. Although I could go through a list of all his sneakers, this story only involves his Grey on white Nike Shox.
I lived with my uncle when all this happened, and this day my uncle came stumbling in with a pack of friends. I quickly went downstairs to see if he brought home any goodies, and besides the few usual suspects I took notice to Howie right away. I also took notice that Howie was like a sheet in the wind, this really intrigued me. He sat there in a pair of the most beautiful Nike Shox! He had his feet crossed under the chair, but no glimpse of sock no matter what angle I was in. However, I knew I wanted, no needed those sneakers. One way or another I would be stuffing my face in this Jock's sneakers!
So fast forward to the good stuff, and that's further on in the evening. I had been upstairs doing my own thing, when suddenly I heard silence. So, I made my way downstairs, and the place was dark and quiet. All quiet but the sound of someone breathing, and I walked further into the kitchen to see who was left behind, secretly hoping it was Howie. I peek around the corner, and there He was, in all his glory. I quickly locked the doors and closed the curtains and walked over to Howie. Suddenly I realized I was standing over an unconscious Howie, and the things that raced through my mind was immense. To be on the safe side I put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a good firm shake as I called out his name. I stood there for a few seconds with no response, before I shook him again. The second time I shook him I shook him a little harder. I called out his name, and again no response.
I proceeded to massage my growing member in my pants. In no time I was raging a rod in my pants, and I didn't know where to start on this Jock. I wanted this moment to last, my all-time crush was passed out in front of me while wearing all my favorite things. So, for about 2-3 minutes I just stood above him jerking off, whilst admiring his Shox, not yet seeing the white socks underneath, but knowing full well he was wearing them.
Finally, I got down to business, and started with the task of placing both his sneaker clad feet up on a chair. A feat that seemed simple enough, until it came time to prop his second leg up. The positioning of the leg made Howie slouch on his seat that made him wake a little. I bolted like a mouse on the verge of being seen and waited around the corner until the scene settled. It didn't take more than 30 seconds before I heard the sounds of snoring again, and again I peeked at where my beauty was sleeping, and Howie did me so many favors in repositioning himself. I again walked over to Howie, and stood above him and called his name again, with just snoring I began to feel courage come over me again. I pulled out my semi hard cock and yanked on it until it once again pulsated in my hands. I was so horny at this point I was oozing pre-cum which of course I slurped up. So, without further ado I crouched just enough to rub my pre-cum off on the Jocks Shox. Fuck I was in total ecstasy and could barely even touch my cock with fear of it erupting too soon. I mean I wanted to have fun with the Jock and his feet and not just bust a load on his sneakers. So, with my cock pulsing in my jockstrap, I knelt down at his feet and stared intensely at the jocks left sneaker with much admiration. I listen to the sounds of sleeping breaths as I slowly reach out to take hold of the jocks sneaker.
Usually I had used Howie's sneakers after he's been out of them for at the most 5 minutes, but now I quivered at the thought of being at his sneakers when they come straight off his feet. I took my time unlacing his sneakers, as if it were a bomb. Once the sneaker was loose enough I slowly slipped off the sneaker, and then I brought that Shox to my face, and they smelled every bit like this stink fucker’s feet. The smell was amazing, like sweat, butter, leather, jock, damn it was the most sensual aromas I had ever encountered. Again, I could only just graze my cock, as it could pop at any moment, and I was not even half done with what I wanted to do to Howie, so during all this my cock got very little attention.
This didn't stop it from being fucking rigid and veiny. bobbing up and down inside my jockstrap. Every once in a while, I would tap it with the sneaker, but even with that felt like I would of exploded. After inhaling as much stink from this sneaker as I could I managed to put my cock in the sneaker. To give you an idea of how hard my cock was, it was able to hold up a size 12 Nike show all by itself. With his sneaker just hanging off my cock, I proceeded to the second sneaker, and with precision I removed the Shox, but this time I did things a little different. I positioned my nose right where the sneaker would come off. As the foot came out, the initial stink emerged, my nose was right there to take in every inch of this man’s stench. I was so hard, and like I said wanted this moment to last forever.
I placed both of his sneakers on his shins and began to remove the cute ripe white Nike ankle socks from this jocks foot, and then Howie's beautiful toes were exposed. At this point I think the sound of his snoring was confirmation enough for me that this dude was out, so I got more and more gutsy as time passed on. I found myself licking between his toes, and well basically giving his feet a real good clean, leaving my mouth tasting like his feet. With my raging hardon now pulsing so much it feel like my foreskin was going to tear, I figure it's about time I blow my load. I position myself at his now clean feet and proceed to spit on my cock just lightly grazing it to get it real wet. I put both of this jock rank socks in my mouth, and with a now raging hard cock I use one hand to hold Howie’s feet together, as I slide my cock between this man's arches. Fuck it was like a nice wet hole, and the feeling on my cock head was amazing. I usually jerk off with my foreskin, so I rarely touch cock head, but that night it seemed my cock was harder than usual, and my foreskin was stretched so far back, but the wet feeling off my cock head on his feet was putting me into overdrive. My thrusts got shorter and faster focusing my cock head on his arches, then with my free hand I reached down to grab a sneaker and slammed that size 12 to my face. The smell was still strong and sent the aromas directly to my brain that to this day I can still smell, that in turn sent these intense tingling sensations through my body, and it was slowly followed by the most intense orgasm I have ever felt. With the socks still stuffed in my mouth I breathed heavily through my nostrils. Finally, I exploded between this dudes feet, and my splashes of cum going directly in Howie’s direction. In full tremble mode I was still not believing that I just lived out a real fantasy of mine. After at least a minute I finally gathered up my composure and spit out his now very damp ankle socks and used them to wipe the leftover cum on my cock. I felt at the time guilty of what I had just done, but still I put back on the still damp socks and sneakers on Howie’s feet, and made my way to bed. I woke up the next morning to noise downstairs, and heard everyone up and about.
I went downstairs to everyone still enjoying the long weekend, but upon glancing at Howie he was in a state of extreme hangover. I walked over to him, stealing a peek off the feet I just took advantage of, and slapped his back in a friendly gesture and said you sick buddy? He looks up at me with the most gorgeous eyes, and says yeah Man, I have no idea what happened last night! I thought to myself, you have no idea Man, You have No idea!