by Casper D
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Trey couldn't believe Adrian Warner had challenged him to a fight.
Adrian was gorgeous young man of eighteen with the face of an angel. He had a. halo of white-blond hair, soft curls, ice blue eyes and a baby face. He knew Trey wanted to fuck him, but informed burly mechanic that he would have to fight him for the pleasure.
Now the two of them, wearing only shorts sneaks and socks, stood in the center of the boxing ring at the neighborhood gym. The place was closed for the day, so no one would witness this bout except the two combatants involved.
Fights are surreal spans of time similar to traumatic events like car accidents.
Time slows, and gels yet still passes, a dream like rapid and protracted tempo. Yet this bout felt differently. Due to his training, and his own confidence/arrogance in his own ability to impart the tools that he needed, Trey felt at ease. Still, during first thirty seconds of the battle he missed with his attacks. John moved about the ring elusively. Eventually he was able to catch up to the babyfaced angel, cutting off the ring and the real fight began.
The two combatants engaged in a deadly, dance-like circling. A low growl began in Trey's throat that slowly grew in passion. Reaching a full battle howl, Trey rushed forward, his right elbow projected forward, crashing into Adrian's chest with a thud. The collision took Adrian, now somewhat tired, off guard. As he stumbled backward in an attempt to regain his footing, Trey punched Adrian in the face with an arching fist which snapped the angel's white-blond head to the side and sent him spinning before crashing unconscious onto the boxing ring's canvas.
Trey laughed tiredly as he gazed down at his fallen opponent. Adrian was his to do with as he pleased. That was the agreement they'd made.
So he leaned down and removed the babyfaced blond angel's sneakers and again got a good whiff of his size twelve socked feet. Trey was instantly aroused. He then removed the unconscious young man's slightly damp and fragrant white socks and started to lick his feet bottoms in the process. Adrian did not even move.
His feet were fantastic. Trey positioned himself outside of the boxing ring so that Adrian's feet and legs dangled off the side of the elevated boxing platform... so that Trey could grind against them. He pulled the unconscious eighteen-year-old's shorts off exposing his tidy whitey briefs. He then pulled off Adrian's underwear so that the limp, lifeless-looking handsome boy was completely nude now.
The mechanic turned the blond angel over on his stomach, so
that his foot bottoms were clearly visible. Trey placed myself on top of Adrian so that his face was at the angel's feet and he was able to grind on the handsome lad's ass. The smell of the unconscious boy's soles and toes drove him wild!
He held both his out cold opponent's feet, cradled in his palms. He gently kissed the tops of the handsome youth's toes. Then he held just the boy's right foot, and slipped his fingers between his toes. After that, he held the angel's feet, in both hands, fingers around the tops and thumbs into the soft center-sole, and he was licking the balls of Adeian's feet up into and around the toes. Then he and started to suck the unconscious boy's toes - first on his left feet, and then on his right. He did so very slowly, while using his fingers to run them up and down the soles of the boy's squirming feet.
"HEEEEEAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAAAA!!!!!!!" Adrian started to scream as he suddenly regained consciousness.
This was more than he could take. One instant he was fighting courageously against an opponent, and then (what seemed like a second later) he awakes to find his feet were being tickled and toes sucked. He gasped, squirming, trying to kick or push Trey away.
And eventually he managed to do it.
The white-blond angel even managed to scramble to his feet in the center of the boxing ring, and Trey joined him there. Even though he'd already lost their wager, the mechanic knew that he was going to have to lay the eighteen-year-old low again if he wanted to have his fill of the boy's toes and soles again.
So the fight was on once more.
Trey dodged what appeared to be a wild punch, but got encircled in a bear hug. His mind filled with rage as headbutted the babyfaced angel, and as he broke free from his grip he unleashed a vicious set of punches. The handsome blond boy reeled from the blows, and Trey slammed both fists down on his shoulders just as the first bead of sweat began to form on his brow.
Adrian Warner fell face first onto the stage unconscious.
Trey advanced on the limp and lifeless eighteen-year-old. Licking his lips upon seeing the sweat glistening on the babyfaced angel's toes.