SCOTT'S SOCKS

[This story originally appeared in Bound & Gagged No. 105 (March/April 2005). BW]

I was always turned on by black dress socks for as long as i could remember. Even as a child in the fifth grade, I can remember watching my math teacher sit on his desk and swing his slender dress-socked foot back and forth.

Well many years later I finally started meeting the people into feet and socks. One guy stands out in my mind. His name was Scott. He was a str8 guy, 26 yrs old, 6ft tall, a hunk of a man. He was the live-in boyfriend of a girl I worked with, Steph.

Scott and Steph got into a fight and he came to stay with me in my new apartment about 30 miles from her. Scott and I sat up late one night talking and drinking. He slipped his shoes off and put his feet up on the coffee table. I couldnt help but notice the sweet aroma that filled the air. I looked down and saw the sexiest black dress socked feet I had seen in a long time. As we continued to drink and talk, I convinced Scott that he needed a foot massage to help him relax and take his mind off of his girlfriend.

I went over and sat down on the floor next to Scott and took one of his sweaty dress-socked feet into my hands and began to massage it. I caressed it so gently, bringing it close to my face as I could and then i switched to the other foot, I heard Scott moaning lightly and this made me realize he was enjoying himself.

Scott moved his free foot and brushed against my hard cock. I jumped and he said "I knew you wanted me. Every since I found out you were gay, I knew you wanted me. Let’s see if you want this."

Scott jumped up and grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back. I laid face down on the floor to fight the pain. Scott took his belt and wrapped it around my wrists. I acted like I was protesting but man it was exciting. He went into the bedroom and came out with neckties.

He retied my arms and then tied my ankles tight. he took a third tie and blindfolded me with it.

He said now we will see what you want. Not being able to see anything, I could just lie there in my bonds and wonder what was gonna happen. I heard him wrestling with his clothes and then i smelt the aroma of his socks coming closer. He put one right under my nose. then he handgagged me so i had to breathe through my nose. Oh my god, i was instantly hard as a rock, tied up, blindfolded and smelling a sexy friend’s dirty dress socks. He removed his hand and the sock and told me to open my mouth. i thought he was gonna stuff the sock in there. but to my surprize he stuffed his huge cock in my mouth and starting pumping my mouth. As he screwed my mouth he kept calling me names like faggot, queer, pussy boy etc. After what felt like an hour, his massive cock exploded in my mouth. i drank as much as i could but started gagging and letting some drip out the corners of my mouth.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and allowed me time to lick my lips and finish savoring the flavor before stuffing one of the dress socks below my nose and stuffing the other into my mouth. He used duct tape to secure the socks into place.

I felt Scott pick me up and carry me to the bedroom, and lay me on the bed, then i felt his nude body lie down next to me. We spent the night this way.

This was the first of many nights i served his feet and cock, then slept tied next to him with his socks in my mouth.

[My comment at the end of that story continues unfortunately to hold trye: While sucking cocks and socks might both be considered healthy activities, swallowing cum, even straight guys’ cum, is sadly not recommended. BW]

Comments

[RamonGustav]

Do you have a viable business but lack the necessary finances to get it off it’s feet?

[RamonGustav]

Do you have a viable business but lack the necessary finances to get it off it’s feet?

[JOBS_frend]

You write well will be waiting for your new publications.