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"Hey Jay, I'll be right back," Chris stated as he walked out the door.
I wasted no time as I would only have a few seconds. Chris had just went to go put a letter in the mailbox. I raced into his bedroom searching for his size 12 white Nike shox running shoes. There they were under a pile of his dirty clothes. Just as I thought they were still loosely tied so he could just step into them with a slight tug. I pulled the knots out leaving them untied and threw the sweaty socks that were almost under his bed right beside them after I took a long hard sniff.
I knew Chris had not done laundry in while. I wondered how many pairs of clean socks he had left, if any. I peeped out the window and saw he was returning back from the mailbox. I had only seconds left. I opened his sock drawer and saw a single pair of clean socks inside. I quickly stuffed them in my pocket and returned back to the living room in front of the television.
I knew that shortly Chris would still go out for his morning run even if his left hand was in a cast, broke in two places. It would not stop him. He was what I would refer to as a super athlete. He was about 5'11 and 215lbs of solid muscle. His shoulders were broad, chest was smooth, and stomach rippled. He had honey brown eyes and short golden brown hair that was just long enough to make you want to run your fingers through it. In fact, had his eyes been blue, he would have passed for Nick Lachey's twin brother.
The front door opened and Chris kicked off sandals by the door that we both took turns wearing to the mailbox. In fact, I couldn't remember if they were mine or his but the fact that his feet was in them often made me almost get hard when I wore them to the mailbox.
Chris went to his bedroom and I could hear him open his dresser drawer. I hoped he would not recall his last pair of clean socks. I waited nervously to be questioned if I had borrowed any of his socks, which was not uncommon. Little did he know that often I borrowed his sweaty worn dirty socks while he was not home to indulge in some of my own fantasies. So many of his dirty worn out socks had been over my cock and against my nose.
You may be wondering why I would go untie his shoes. I knew with a cast on his hand, he would have to ask me to tie his shoes if he couldn't just slip them on. I had helped him with so many little things that we all take for granted since he had broken his hand. Sure enough he came out of his room wearing the dirty socks I had tossed near the shoes, with the shoes in his hand. He sat down beside me and I could feel my cock stiffen as he raised his foot up. I could see a dirty footprint on the bottom of his sock. With little trouble he raised the tongue of the left Nike shoe and slipped his foot inside the well worn sneaker. "Need a little help there tying your shoes?" I asked as I grabbed the other shoe off the floor. I wanted to be the one who slid the shoe on his other foot just so I could have a good excuse to put my hands on the right socked foot!
"Yeah, if you don't mind," he replied as lifted his feet and placed them on my lap. My cock was so hard I couldn't have stood up for anything, nor did I want to. I wished that I could stay right there forever with his feet in my lap. I could smell his sweaty worn sock. I wanted to lick his socked foot. I wanted him to force his socked foot in my face. I wanted him to make me taste every bit of sweat and smell of his mighty feet. I wanted him to fuck my brains out while he gagged me with his sweaty socks. But most of all, I wanted to CUM so badly.
"Hey dude, are you going to just sit there or help me out?" Chris laughed. Little did he know what sinfully sexual thoughts were racing through my mind. I grabbed his left foot that was already inside the hot jock shoe and starting tightening the laces. "No, leave them loose so I can slip them on and off easily," he said. I had to think fast, I wanted those shoes tightly bound to his feet. Something about knowing they were tight against his feet really excited me. I assumed that it was because I knew if they were really tight against his feet, the bottom of his souls would not breathe as well and hopefully end up with all the more sweet sweat and scent.
"No can do captain. The last thing we need is for you to be jogging in loose sneakers and fall and get hurt worse than your hand is now." I smartly replied as I tightened the shoe even more. I didn't want it to be so tight that they hurt his feet, did I? Maybe if his feet hurt after the run he would mention how sore they were. Maybe by some miracle he would complain to the extent of implying I should massage his feet. Yeah right, I was just letting my thoughts get carried away. I decided to chance it anyway leaving the shoe painfully tight. Chris didn't seem to notice as he was watching the television. Another thought just flashed through my brain and I made sure to tie the shoe in such a knot, he wouldn't be able to untie the shoe without my help. Hopefully, it was tight enough so he couldn't just pull it off his foot. I imagined what his amazing socks would be like after his long run. My cock was throbbing only inches from his masculine feet. If only my cock could just touch his feet, I know I would have an orgasm that would send me into another dimension.
"Man, do the other foot, I'd like to get going already. You can watch television after you tie my other shoe." Whew, boy did I zone out or what. I was relieved he was naive enough to think I was actually watching the sports game. He knew I was gay, I guess he just didn't stereotype me enough to realize that I would never really be watching a baseball game. I grabbed his socked right foot and slid the other shoe on. Just sliding the shoe on his foot almost made me blow my load. I quickly laced his shoe just as tight, if not tighter than the other one and knotted it the same way. Jumping to his feet he said, "Thanks!" He walked to the door, and then with a smile he looked at me with those sexy eyes and said, "Gees man, do you think you could have tied these any tighter?"
"Oh yeah, I could have tied them tighter, come back here and I'll make them so tight you won't be able to walk. At least I know now that you won't trip over your shoe coming off while you are out running, " I joked back. I was fearful he would ask me to loosen them up. Then he would notice just how knotted they were when it would take me some time to get them untied. Luckily he went out the door without a second request. I got up and went to the window with my rock hard cock sticking out like a steel rod. I saw him turn right out of the driveway and I raced to back to his room. I dug deep in his laundry basket in his closet and found a very worn pair of gold toe socks.
Chris didn't own gold toe socks, I did. He had obviously borrowed them from me. This made my cock even harder if it was even possible. I held the dirty socks to my nose and grabbed my cock and went to lay on my bed. Within seconds, I shot ounces of cum all over my belly. It was an unbelievably strong orgasm, and I didn't want to move as I lay there glowing in ecstasy. I was so relaxed, I fell asleep cum and all on my belly with his worn socks near my face. I woke up hours later. As I looked at my watch, I realized I had been out for over six hours. My bedroom light was turned out. I couldn't remember if it was out when I laid down or not. Had Chris turned out my light? Had he looked in on me and noticed I had the socks he wore on my bed with me? No, I was just being paranoid. And if he had turned out the light, he probably wouldn't have paid any attention if socks were on the bed. I got up, threw on some shorts, and walked into the living room.
Chris appeared to be asleep on the couch. I noticed right away he still had the Nike Shox on! I could see they were partially untied. My trick had worked. He had tried to get them off and couldn't. Wow, how many hours had he been in those shoes? He had been stuck in them for at least seven hours. He looked like a wet dream laying there in those tight shoes and his boxers. His caramel color nipples accented his muscular chest.
My cock was rock hard again pushing against my shots. I noticed Chris beginning to stir as I quickly turned around to flea to my room before he saw my bulging crotch. "Jay, I see you got some morning wood there!" I heard him say, he was awake and saw my excitement. I began to panic and I just froze my back toward him. I could feel my face turn so red that I was sure it was the color of blood. "Before you take care of your boner, do me a HUGE favor and get these damn shoes off my feet," he pleaded with me. My eyes widened and I still could not move. I was frozen solid. This was severe. I wanted to take those shoes off him more than anything in the world just to get a whiff of those ripe socks but I simply couldn't move. It was though time had stopped. I could actually hear my own heart beat. I snapped back into reality. It took all my energy just to speak one word reply.
"Huh?" I replied weakly, acting like I hadn't heard a word he had just said.
"Dude, my feet are killing me. My feet are probably so swollen I'll have to go buy a new pair of shoes in a size 15! Jay, you got to get these off my feet, I am dying here. I ran for almost two hours. I came home and my feet were so tired. I tried to get the shoes off and both of the damn shoes got all knotted up. I couldn't untie them with only one hand. I pulled at the shoes for 10 minutes trying to release my aching feet. I couldn't find any scissors, I was going to cut the laces. It's like the damn shoes are welded to my feet, they wouldn't fucking budge an inch. I told you no to tighten them up, but no you just had to tie them so tight I couldn't get them off. What have you got to say for yourself?" he paused.
Then more calmly he said, "Please help me out buddy." The tone of his voice almost pitiful, begging me to untie his shoes sent horny chills through my body.
Trying to sound sympathetic and surprised, I turned around and said, "Sorry Chris, if your feet hurt that much, you should have just woke me up to help you. You know I'd do anything for you." I did mean anything though he would never know just how much I meant that statement.
"I didn't want to wake you, I know you had to work all night last night. Don't get me wrong, I thought about it, but I figured I could stand it until you woke up." I walked toward the couch. He lifted his feet so I could sit down and placed his sore aching feet back in my lap. I begin to untie the left foot and it was very difficult. My cock was not going to be going soft anytime soon and I repositioned myself so that his trapped feet would be actually brushing against my cock. I had to take advantage of the situation. It was my once in a lifetime opportunity. I wrestled with the laces long enough to brush my cock against his sneakered feet for a couple of minutes being careful that he wouldn't discover what I was really up to.
Finally, I got the knots out of the first shoe, and the shoe laces gave slack as Chris sighed. The look of relief on his face was priceless. Damn, I didn't think in a million years I could get this horny. Slowly I started to pull his shoe off as I felt him retrieve his foot out of it. The smell hit my nose immediately. That socked foot was ripe with sweat. I could see a full footprint through the bottom of the socked foot. It was so wet I could nearly see through it. Maybe I was almost seeing through the sock. Was that socked foot that wet with sweat? I had to know. No matter the outcome I had to know. I reached down and grabbed his socked foot. It was hot and moist. The smell sent sensations through my nose down to my cock.
I felt like I was having an ongoing orgasm. I wasn't actually blowing my load, but this feeling was just as intense. I squeezed his sweat filled socked foot and Chris moaned loudly. "Dude, you have no idea how fucking good that feels! Please get the other shoe off!" He had not said a word about me massaging his foot. Now I was eager to release his other foot. When I got the other shoe off, I would have twice the smell and twice as much sweat on my lap! I didn't procrastinate. I got the other shoe's knot out in a third of the time as the first one.
Loosening the laces I said, " Pull your foot out." As I held the shoe firmly in place, even my cock, could feel his foot being retracted from the shoe. My eyes watched the socked foot coming out. I was mesmerized by his foot as I sat frozen following it with my eyes. It seemed to get closer and closer to my face. The sweat soaked socked foot was coming right at my face!
"Smell this dude!" Chris said in a sexual tone in his voice. The damp sweat soaked sock hit my face like a sledge hammer. I couldn't resist. I pressed his socked foot against my nose and inhaled his manly scent. I couldn't bring myself to look at Chris. I had crossed the line, but there was no going back. I grabbed his other socked foot and brought it to my face as well. My hands were massaging his sweaty feet as I pressed them to my face. My dick was bouncing and straining. It felt like it grew another six inches! I inhaled his socked feet as my face absorbed sweat from his socks. I could hear Chris moaning which gave me more confidence as I buried my face in his sweaty socked souls. Chris was moving his feet over my face alternating the underside toe areas of the moist socked feet under my nose.
Then Chris forced my mouth open with his toes! I sucked his meaty toes through his socks. I tasted his sweaty feet. I devoured them with my mouth as I inhaled the scent. This went on for several minutes. My shorts were soaked with precum. He then pulled his feet off my face no matter how hard I tried to hold them against it. I didn't know what to think. I looked at Chris, my eyes begging for more. His knees were bent up and his feet were against the cushion. Please do not let this be over I thought. The next few seconds felt like a lifetime. I had no idea what Chris was thinking. He had a blank _expression on his face as I stared at his eyes. I searched for any sign of approval in his face. A smile on his face lit up like a thousand stars in the sky. "Take your shorts off," Chris said. I stood up and had them off in no time. Then the unbelievable happened.
Chris moved his feet out towards me. I stepped towards them with my cock dripping wet. He held his feet against each other and there was that crevice between his socked feet that I had dreamt about a number of times. I watched in awe as he pushed his feet around my cock. My cock slid right in that damp warm crevice between his feet. I moaned feeling mega intense pleasure as he worked my cock with his socked feet. Tremors moved throughout my body. His feet moved in perfect motion as they glided over my cock intensifying my pleasure. FUCK, I knew at that moment what pure pleasure was.
My entire body was on fire as I felt this amazing energy racing though my entire flesh. I erupted violently, spewing streams and streams of cum. I must have squirted for 90 seconds. I had came all over his socked feet, all over his legs, all over his chest, all over the floor, the couch. My cum was everywhere! My knees got weak and I fell to my knees. Cold chills were racing over my body covered with sweat. I looked at Chris in such a way that he knew that he had given me the greatest moment of my life.
His cock was tented in his boxers. It was massive. It had to be nine inches long and as wide as my wrist. He got up off the couch grabbing his sneakers and spoke, " Follow me!" Instantly I was energized again. He pushed down his boxers as we walked to his room. My cock got instantly hard again as I drooled over his body. I sat on his bed as he stood there in his dirty socks with his sneakers in his hand. I watched him as he slowly raised his left leg up and said, "Take my sock off with your teeth!" I grabbed the tip of the sock with my teeth and pulled.
I could still taste his sweaty foot. He pulled back and the sock slipped off hanging from my mouth. I pressed his sock over my nose and inhaled the magical scent deeply. I saw him yank off his other sock. He then placed the sock over my rock hard cock while I was still sniffing the other. He took the other sock away from my nose and set it and the sneakers down beside me as he pushed me to a laying position on the bed. "Don't move," he ordered. I dare not move.
Chris pulled out what appeared to be a gym bag from under his bed. I couldn't see what he was doing as his back was facing me. I could tell he was getting something out of the bag. When he turned around, I saw on his face a sly grin and in his hand was hand cuffs. He climbed on top of my body sitting on my stomach, his hard enormous cock just inches from my mouth. Within moments, I was at his mercy, each of my wrists handcuffed to his bed frame. He edged his body up closer to my face and his cock pressed against my lips parting them as he growled. My cock still in his sock was flapping against my stomach as he fucked my face hard. I sucked fiercely on his massive cock as he rocked back and forth.
As he pulled it out, I could see the head was swelling more, he then teased my lips brushing his cock over them. "Your not going to get off that easy." Chris whispered in my ear right before his lips locked to mine. His tongue was as forceful in my mouth as his cock was. His tongue consumed my mouth and mine explored his. As our lip lock progressed, I could feel his cock grinding mine. I fought hard not to blow my load again just yet. He must have felt I was close and he climbed off me. I could see my cock bouncing in the air needing just the slightest bit of friction to erupt once again.
Chris picked up the sock near his sneakers and stuffed it in my mouth. Then he grabbed one sneaker and put it over my face. He then leaned over to the nightstand and retrieved a roll of tape, using his teeth and one good hand, he tore off a long piece. and taped his smelly shoe over my face. FUCK! He somehow just kept making this day better and better. There I was on his bed with one of his sweaty socks I had always fantasized about over my cock and the another stuffed in my mouth, held by one of his rank worn out Nike shox! I saw him pick up the other shoe. What was he going to do with it? FUCK Yeah I tried to moan through my gagged mouth as he placed the shoe over my sock covered cock. He tore off another piece of tape and used it to secure his shoe over my cock. Knowing my cock was inside his shoe, was driving me insane. I thrust as hard as I could trying to feel more friction but the shoe was actually protecting my cock from that. I could feel him lift my lower body up in the air.
His tongue probed my asshole. I growled in pure delight as he devoured my ass. He continued to tease my ass for several minutes and for a moment my asshole felt nothing as he shifted his position. My asshole was consuming his cock.
"MMRRRRPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I moaned as I felt my ass being intruded by his juicy cock. He thrust in me with such force I thought my body would be pushed through the mattress. He groaned as his muscular body moved in perfect motion. Breathing through his shoe, I lay there bound to the bed feeling every inch of his cock work my insides. My cock aching for release again couldn't cum protected by the shoe that had built up the sweat I was tasting through his salty sock. A roar emerged from Chris as I felt his cock expand in my asshole and I felt his mighty orgasm blast inside me. Second after second, I could still feel him cumming.Hearing his growls as he emptied his cock pushed me over the edge.
My cock too exploded violently inside his shoe.
I don't recall the next few seconds … I just know that moments later I felt him pull the shoe off my cock and his body collapsed on top of mine.
