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Soccer Practice

by Jason Ross

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Josh and Jason had just finished up a tough soccer practice. The two

captains had stayed late, pushing themselves. They were both 23 and it

was their final year to compete at University.

 

The blistering Tennessee sun had been beating down, and both men were

drenched in sweat. Josh had abandoned his shirt halfway through the

practice. He was 6’2 with jet black hair. Jason was 5’11, equally

built with dirty blonde hair. The two guys had met freshman year and

had been buds ever since.

 

They headed back to the locker room. It was after 8:00 and they were

the only two left in the facility.

 

“Rough practice man” Josh commented. “I haven’t been this wet in

awhile. That sun’s brutal”

 

“Yeah man. Gonna be a tough season.” Replied Jason.

 

They had reached the lockeroom and Josh began to remove his shin

guards. He bent over to grab them and a soreness hit his legs hard. He

could barely even crouch down.

 

“Yo man” he said looking at Jason. “Be a bro and get these cleats off

for me. I can’t bend over dude I’m too sore.”

 

“Hell no dude, I know how much you sweat. Those cleats and your socks

are probably rank.”

 

“Come on man just help me out. I’d do it for you” Josh replied.

 

“Ughh.” Jason replied. “Fine man but I’m gonna hold my breath”.

 

It was at the moment Josh smirked. A plan was forming in his mind.

Jason had fallen for the first part by agreeing to get near his socks.

 

Jason walked over and knelt down. Josh’s laces were tied tightly. They

had to be for practice. He was a heavy sweater and his high white

socks had started to discolor. He hadn’t washed them in a few

practices, but he wasn’t gonna tell that to Jason.

 

By this time Jason was trying his best to get the laces undone. He

finally finished the left foot and pulled off the cleat, despite the

fact that the socks were sticking to the inside. The scent that hit

him was intense, immediately filling the room of sweat and salt.

Josh’s sock touched the ground and left a perfect print of sweat to

outline his foot. Jason was basically gagging from the odor and took a

step away.

 

“Dude what about the right one?” Josh asked.

 

“Man your socks are rank there’s no way”

 

“Just fucking do it man you already did the first one. Help me out”

 

Begrudgingly Jason knelt down again and began to unlace the right. He

struggled a bit and Josh lifted his left socked foot and rested it on

Jason’s shoulder.

 

“Ah that feels good.” Said Josh

 

If the left foot was bad, the right was somehow worse. The smell of

salt and sweat permeated through the room. Just as Jason went to back

away for good, Josh made his move. He hooked his left leg around Jason

and pushed forward. Jason, still on his knees, fell forward on the

floor. Josh jumped on his back and sat down, applying his weight to

keep Jason from moving. He brought his socked feet around on either

side of Jason’s face.

 

“Dude wtf” Jason tried to yell but Josh pushed his socked feet closer.

 

“Come on buddy take a good whiff I know you like the smell of my

sweaty socks. That moisture feel good on your face?”

 

Meanwhile Jason tried to struggle, but with Josh’s weight on top he

couldn’t get up. His lungs filled with air that had been diluted by

Josh’s socks. His senses were totally consumed and nulled out, it felt

as though he could even taste it in his mouth.

 

“Get off dude!”

 

“Tell me you like my sweaty socks!”

 

“I like them I like them”

 

“Tell me you wish they were more sweaty”

 

“I wish they were more sweaty”

 

Laughing, Josh finally let Jason up off the floor.

 

“Wow dude I had no idea you liked sweaty socks so much you’re welcome”

Josh said sarcastically with a grin.

 

“Oh yeah?”

 

Jason grabbed a role of duct tape from his locker. He usually used it

to help tape up his shins after his workouts. He moved toward Josh,

who was now backing away. Jason pretended to lunge left and Josh went

to defend himself. At the last second, Jason pivoted right and tackled

Josh around his mid section. Josh went down hard with Jason landing on

top of him. Immediately Jason grabbed Josh’s hands behind his back and

started circling them with tape. Around and around he went while Josh

struggled. He nearly broke free, but Jason brought his cleat down

heavy on Josh’s back. His hands now taped, Jason went to work taping

up Josh’s legs and made quick work of him.

 

At this point, Josh was flopping around on the floor. Jason slowly

unlaced his cleats and stripped off his socks. They were just as rank

as Josh’s, filled with sweat and infrequently washed.

 

“Open wide!” Jason yelled.

 

Josh tried to open his mouth to protest, but Jason shoved both socks

deep into his mouth. He then put 5 nice wraps of tape around his

mouth, going all the way around his head. The socks were absolutely

trapped there.

 

“Taste good buddy?”

 

Josh’s eyes were wide with fear and disgust. He continues to squirm.

Now Jason took his moist cleat and brought the opening over Josh’s

nose. He then taped it around his head several times.

 

Josh’s senses were totally consumed with Jason’s socks and scent. His

entire mouth had turned salty and the taste of his own tongue

disgusted him. He was forced to breath through his nose, which was

heavily filtered by Jason’s dirty cleat.

 

Hmm, Jason thought. What to do with you know...