by JD Smith
This is a true story from my younger days when I drove a party bus. Bachelor parties were regular bookings, with at least one a weekend. Being a gay man who has a huge fetish for guys in white socks...knowing where all the strip clubs were didn't mean anything to me. However, seeing young drunk guys...some in white socks was a nice benefit giving me lots of fantasies.
Driving for bachelor parties was a lot like being a camp counselor, making sure I did a head count before we'd leave one club and head to the next. At least once a trip someone would try and get me to come into the club, have a drink...watch the girls. I always declined saying I was the designated driver and required to stay with the vehicle. What I didn't say was I was gay and usually there was at least one guy in the group I'd MUCH rather see ALMOST naked...remember my huge white sock fetish.
One night on a typical bachelor party, all the guys were getting trashed as they normally did. Between the third and fourth strip club there was one guy who passed out toward the back of the bus. His buddies left him, asking me to keep an eye on him. "No problem" I said, looking back seeing who it was as the rest of the guys headed into the club. I shut and locked the bus door and went back to check on my passed out new friend.
I noticed him at the start of the night, he fell into the category of guys I would rather see in just his white socks. He was late 20's, about 5'11, 175 give or take. Clearly spent time in the gym but wasn't a body builder. He had short brown hair with a few days scruff and nice hairy legs. He was wearing a tee, shorts, white crews that were showing just above his ankle high hiking boots.
He a hot site, stretched out on the couch, lying on his side facing out, knees bent slightly with his hiking boots up on the leather couch...well that couldn’t be.
I shook him by the arm... "hey bud can you take you feet off the couch or remove your shoes?"
He didn’t budge from my shaking his arm. He wasn’t quite snoring but I could tell from his breathing he was out from a combination of LOTS of alcohol and the early morning hour.
I gave him another light shake more to confirm he was out...not wake him up. “Hey bud, can you get your boots off the couch?”
Again nothing, no movements, no changes to his breathing. I really wanted to see, feel and smell his socked feet and since he wasn’t waking up to get them off the couch, I figured I’d be a nice guy and take his boots off for him.
Funny thing, now that I’m reliving it, anyone else would have just pulled his boots off and moved on without giving it a second thought. I had devious intentions in mind though so I was very careful as I moved to his feet, allowing my hand to run down his top leg down to his boot.
I let my fingers run lightly down his hairy, muscular calf onto the exposed sock...feeling the material. I could tell from his exposed socks that they were a bit more worn than I normally like and looked to be your basic Hanes 6 pack type but I didn't care I WANTED to SMELL HIS SOCKED FEET.
I slid one hand in between his ankles lifting his right booted foot slightly and untying it with my other hand. My heart was pounding as I loosened the laces enough to pull the boot off. I was very gentle so I wouldn't wake him..slowly sliding his boot off exposing the sweaty white sock within. The sock had a few wrinkles creased in around his toe as they do when they're a bit loose and bunch up in the shoe. They were as I'd guessed....older basic Hanes but I was still excited my cock growing in my pants.
I leaned in to get a whiff...they smelled nice...bit like his boots and him but not overpowering. Kind of like mine after just one day's wear...they have scent but not much. .
I set this foot down slightly in front of his other foot so I could repeat the process with the other foot.
His laces gave way with just a slight tug..another few seconds and they were loose enough to pull off his left boot. It gave as easily as the other....his sweaty socked foot in My hand as I took a quick whiff of his boot before setting it down next to the other.
I set this foot down and again leaned in for a whiff....being careful not to wake him.. His breathing hadn't changed a bit so I wasn't too worried but didn't want to get caught at his socked feet. I positioned his feet so they were back almost on top of one another....and enjoyed his socked feet until that initial dampness and scent began to fade.
I wanted to explore his body a bit but thought I'd better check in with the rest of the party before I went any further to be sure they didn't show up at the bus while I was "exploring". I looked over My hot passed out passenger...okay ogled him then headed out to the club.
They were pretty easy to find all being drunk and loud...I found the best man asking him if they were going to stay here a while or wanted to go somewhere else.
He said what I wanted to hear...they were going to stay here for at least another hour. I let him know I'd be ready when they were and headed back to the bus and MY PASSED OUT PREY.
He had flipped over while I was in the club...still on his side...knees slightly bent...only now his socked feet facing the aisle. I sat down on the floor next to his feet and enjoyed his socked feet while slowly rubbing my hard cock.
Other than him flipping over My sock worship didn't seem to phase him, he was still out snoring lightly. I decided to get a bit more bold..standing up...I began to run my hand along his hairy muscular leg.. ever so lightly..up his leg over his knee and onto his thigh.
Passing onto his shorts I rubbed his ass for a while..he had a nice firm ass. From my new angle I could see up the leg of his shorts and his package hidden by briefs...it was a tempting target but I decided not to push my luck going back to his socks for a few more minutes before packing it. The rest of guys started to straggle back about 10 minutes later.
I drove them back to the hotel where the night stated. My toy was up and had his boots on; he staggered a bit as he headed off the bus and into the hotel while I watched reliving the night in my mind...knowing I'd be jerking off later to the thought of him while sniffing my sweaty white socks.
The best man gave me a sizeable tip saying they'd had a great time and thanking me for taking good care of his friend.
"Not a problem at all, he wasn't any trouble." I said as they headed off towards the hotel and got back on the bus.
I blew a massive load when I got home reliving the night...
