Date: Sat, 12 Jul 1997 15:10:46 -0400
From: Eric <eh1@ibm.net>
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Subject: Repost: Gay Story
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My Teacher's Socks
When I was in the 9th grade I had a crush on my English teacher Mr. Brady. At
15 years old my body was developing rapidly and my hormones were going wild. I
had always been attracted to a man's socked feet, but never in such an overt,
sexual way. Mr. Brady was about 35 years old, large meaty body, and big feet.
He would come into class, take off his tie, open his collar, and take off his
loafers. He would then teach class sitting cross legged on his desk. I used to
just sit and stare at his toes wriggling in his dark, soft socks. If I was
sitting in the front, and I always tried to sit there, I could catch the scent
of his sweaty, socked feet. I would think about leaning over and planting my
nose in the bottom of those smelly socks, and my dick would get rock hard. I
don't know exactly why but this smell always turned me on. The smell...and the
sight. He had large wide feet and would always wear gray, black, or brown ankle
length orlon socks. I imagined that they would feel really nice to touch. I
imagined being able to rub my dickhead with one. I would mentally refer to them
as "Mr. Brady's Tickle Socks". In fact, I would go so far as to fantasize about
hiding under his desk with no pants on, and have him rub those socked feet
between my legs and on my dick. I knew that I just had to have a pair of "his"
socks to J/O with at home.
I had at that time quite a collection of J/O socks taken from various men's
hampers. They had to be worn and a little smelly to qualify. I had lots of
opportunity to indulge myself. I used to baby-sit for a neighbor only for the
reason of being left alone to investigate the dirty laundry. Mr. Cole had size
13EEE feet. The only kind of socks his wife could get to fit him were outsized
black orlon. They fit 13-16. These socks were really big. As soon as I was
alone in the house, the kid in bed, I would make a thorough search for freshly
worn socks. Once I was lucky enough to find a pair, freshly worn, and thrown on
the floor next to the bed. They were damp, smelly and sooooooo soft. I spent
the next hour with my pants down rubbing my dick with these socks. I would
pull them over my dick to that the head was in the toe, and slowly stroke the
shaft. If my initial search came up empty would hit the hamper in the
bathroom. Here I was always sure to find several pairs of sexy socks along with
sweat socks and used shorts. I would smell all the crotches in the shorts and
push my face into a pile of old socks while I stroked my dick with the softest
ones. If I was really excited, I would take a pair home with me for longer more
intimate J/O sessions at home. What I really wanted was to be able to play with
these socks while they were still on his feet. I could only imagine how it
would feel to have a warm, sweaty, 13EEE socked foot push my legs apart and
fondle my dick and balls until I squirted cum all over them. I wanted to smell
the foot odor in those socks and tell him how much it excited me. This was what
was going on when I began Mr. Brady's class.
Since Mr. Brady was our baseball coach, I discovered an opportunity to fulfill
my fantasy. One afternoon, while baseball practice was going on, I snuck into
the coaches offices in the locker room. I knew that Mr. Brady would have
completely changed his clothes for practice, including his socks. A quick
search turned up his shoes under a chair with...the socks balled up inside.
Taking them out I could see, and smell, that they were fresh and kind of
stinky. These were the very socks Mr. Brady had been wearing in class that day,
gray thick orlon. Putting the toes under my nose I deeply breathed in the aroma
of Mr. Brady's feet. I really only meant to snatch the socks and leave, but I
guess that I was too excited. The place was empty so I lowered my pants and
shorts so that I could get a good feeling of those socks rubbing over my dick.
I slowly drew one of them over my hard cock and pulled it down the shaft until
the head filled the toe. I gently stroked while sniffing the toes and bottoms
of the other sock. It really felt wild. Suddenly...
"What are you doing?" It was Mr. Brady. I tried to hide the sock in my hand but
I couldn't pull the other one off my dick fast enough.
"Are you jerking off in my socks Scott?" What could I say? I admitted to him
that they were.
"Why?" he wanted to know. I told him that it excited me and felt really wild.
"So...you like socks, huh? What do you like to do with them? I've never heard
of anyone sniffing and jerking off with socks before. Do you like the smell of
sweaty feet? Well...you're going to go to work on these right now." Mr. Brady
settled in a desk chair and put his sneaker clad feet on the desk in front of
me.
"You're going to take off these sneaks and sniff these sweatsocks really good.
I want to see how much you like smelling your teacher's feet for him. I unlaced
the sneakers and pulled one off. They were r e a l l y smelly and heady. The
socks were white knee length sweats bunched down around the ankles. The bottoms
his socked feet were right in front of me, wet and stinky. Mr. Brady was
grinning at me while curling his toes in his socks.
"Maybe you better just take off those socks of mine and check out my bare feet"
he said. I peeled his socks off, inside out, making sure that I thoroughly
sniffed out the inside of the toes. Then I went to work on his bare feet. I
stuck my nose between his sweaty toes and inhaled. Next starting with his big
toe, I sucked his toes into my mouth and swirled my tongue between them. Mr.
Brady moaned and slid lower in his chair and slowly massaged his crotch. Next,
I licked up and down the bottoms of those big feet, tickling the arch with my
teeth. Mr. Brady shuddered, pulled down his sweatpants, and freed his
hard dick.
"I want you to show me how you J/O with those socks Scott". I started to beat
my own dick with the sock that was covering it, but Mr. Brady made me stop.
"No...I want you to show me on mine. Show me just what you think you'd like Mr.
Brady to do to you Scott. If you make me feel really good, maybe I'll do the
same for you." I picked up the gray orlon sock I had been sniffing when Mr.
Brady caught me and gently wrapped it around the head of his huge cock.
"Oh yes ... that feels real good. Play with my balls while you do that." He
spread his legs wider and slid down in the chair so his big, hairy nuts were
hanging free. I turned the sock I was using on him inside out, so only the
softest part would tickle his dickhead, and slowly pulled it over his long hard
shaft. I got the head of his dick in the toe of the sock and started rubbing.
With my other hand, I gently tickled his balls with my fingers, letting them
play lightly on his hairy sack. He just moaned and spread his legs wider so I
could tickle all around between his legs and over his balls. Suddenly the toe
of the sock on his dick started getting wet ...he was cumming.
Grinning at me Mr. Brady asked "So Scott...what do you want me to do to you? I
told him that I wanted him to tickle me between my legs with his socks. "Do you
want them on, or off my feet?" he asked. I told him that I didn't know.
"Well...we better find out." Lifting his socked foot off the desk he ran it up
between my legs, wiggling his toes around my balls. This caused me to open my
legs wider.
"Does that tickle you?" he wanted to know. I told him that it did and to please
not stop.
"Hop up on the desk so I can get at you better."
I sat on the desk in front of him so his feet were right next to my dick. I
spread my legs as his socked feet began rubbing over my dick. He caught the
head between his toes, curling them gently over it. Then he took the gray sock
I had been jerking off with, and gently rubbed it over my dick. Then, turning
it inside out, he pulled it over my
hardon.
"Now ... do you like to have your balls tickled too? Like you tickled mine?" I
nodded. He had me turn, still on the desk in front of him, on all fours with my
ass facing him and my legs spread. With both hands he started tickling my balls
lightly with his fingertips. I started squirming and spread my legs wider.
"You like to have Mr. Brady tickle you, don't you? You like my smelly socks
too." He took his discarded sneaker and placed it under my nose.
"Smell my nice sweaty socks in there?" He continued his exquisite tickling with
one hand and started pumping my sock clad dick with the other.
"Let's see you shoot into Mr. Brady's sock." He didn't have to encourage me.
Between his fingers on my balls and the tickle sock on my dick, I shot ... and
shot ... and shot.
Mr Brady promised not to tell anyone what had just happened. He invited me to
stop by his house the next evening and I could sniff all his dirty socks and
pick the ones I wanted to be tickled with. He actually gave me the pair we had
cum in ... to remind me of the hot time waiting for me.
Walking over to Mr. Brady's house I couldn't stop thinking about the events of
the day before. I had J/O all night into the socks he had given me. I really
hadn't expected him to want to follow through on his promise of another foot
session, but he discreetly reminded me during school. We were on.
He was waiting for me at the door wearing his suit from school that day, shoes
still on, tie off, shirt open to reveal a furry chest and stomach. Just they
way I liked him.
"Come on in sock sniffer." His adorable eyes were dancing with pleasure.
"Did you work over those old socks I gave you yesterday? I'll bet you squirted
into them more than once. Do you like these I have on, I saw you looking at
them in class today. I haven't taken off my shoes all day so I could wait for
you." I had noticed his socks in class and I sat all period with a hard on
looking at his dark blue "fluffies" stuffed into loafers, knowing that I would
get a chance to play with them. I asked if I could touch them. He told me I
could do more but I had to do it exactly the way he told me.
He sat on the lounge chair, leaning back so his feet were in the air.
"Get undressed so I can see what I'm doing to you". I took off my shirt and
pants, but when I started to pull of the shorts he instructed me to leave them
on and pull my dick and balls out the front, he said it would let him
concentrate his tickling on the most important areas. At the word "tickle" my
dick shot up.
"You like that don't you? Well, I'm going to tickle you with my socks until
your tongue hangs out. How would you like that? Get down on your knees." I
knelt in front of his chair and pulled his loafer off; sticking my nose inside
so I could get the strongest whiff of sock scent. Soon I had both off, smelling
each socked foot thoroughly, especially between the toes where the odor is the
strongest. Mr. Brady had me stand up and let my dick and balls hang between his
socked feet. I had the most thrilling view of the hot older man, in trousers
and open shirt, shoes off, with his feet toying with my young dick and almost
hairless balls.
"Do you want me to tickle you?" He slowly dragged a foot down the underside of
my dick, from the base to the tip. His wriggling toes rubbed the very end of my
dick while his other foot pressed against my balls. I spread my legs wider so
he could rub the inside of my legs with both socked feet. Then he took the head
of my dick between his feet and rubbed it between them.
"If you think this is good ... wait until you see what I have planned next".
The kitchen door opened and in walked two guys. They were smiling. This must be
a dream. I'm standing in my underwear with everything hanging out while a hot
guy is tickling my dick with his socked feet. I was introduced to Richie and
Rob as the "Sock lover". Richie was Mr. Brady's brother and Rob was their
cousin. Richie was shorter and darker than Mr. Brady, but his feet were just as
big. He was wearing chinos, polo shirt, black socks and loafers. Rob was slim,
dark, and smooth skin. He had long fingers and gentle eyes. He was dressed in
gray dress trousers, dress shirt, loose tie, gray socks, and black wing tips.
They said that Mr. Brady, had told them how I had gotten him off the day before
and how much he enjoyed it. Mr. Brady thought I would enjoy getting a tickling
by three guys at once and getting the chance to sniff their socked feet and
lick their toes. They hoped that if they made me feel real good, maybe I would
work on them. Richie and Rob sat down.
"Go over and check out their socks ... I think they'll tickle you good enough.
Do you like them?" Richie was wearing black knee high fluffies and Rob had dark
gray ankle length fluffies.
"Those are the kind you like, aren't they? I told them what kind to wear for
you".
"We're going to tickle you real good with these socks, and then you're going to
do the same for us. These are extra long so they'll be extra tickley", Richie
said. The three men took off their trousers and shorts, leaving their shoes and
socks on. I had to take each of the shoes off and smell the socks real good and
tell them how much I liked the scent. Both the guys smiled gleefully as they
watched me get hard smelling their feet.
"Now, you take off those shorts so your teacher can give you a lesson in
advanced sock tickling", said Rob. This was my favorite part. All three pulled
up chairs and rubbed my entire body with their socked feet. I never felt
anything like it. While a socked foot was roaming over my dick, another pair
were rubbing my chest, with still another pair in my face to sniff. I was in
Heaven.
"Now, I want to see how much he likes socks", said Richie taking off one of his
long black socks. Mr. Brady and Rob held my legs open while Richie dragged his
tickley sock up and down the shaft of my dick and fluttered it over my balls. I
was very excited but they didn't want me to cum yet.
"This boy loves to have his balls tickled too." Mr. Brady told Richie and Rob.
"I wonder how he'll like having six sets of fingers playing on him at once?
Stand up and lean over against that wall. Now ... spread those legs and let
those tender young balls hang there, we're going to give you a tickling you
won't forget" Mr. Brady showed the others how to lightly finger my balls from
behind and make me squirm. One of them, I think it was Rob, had such a light
touch, I thought I would come just from that.
"I know a few other places this boy should be tickled.", said Rob. Richie held
me down on the floor while Rob and Mr. Brady took off my socks and tickled my
feet. Then Richie held my arms up while they tickled my armpits. I couldn't
move. I was at their mercy. They liked to see me squirm and cry out with
pleasure. Then they stopped.
"You're going to show us how much you like your tickling." said Mr. Brady. We
went into the bedroom. Richie lay on the bed first, legs open, ass raised so I
could get at his balls.
"I want you to make him cum like you made me yesterday", said Mr. Brady;
handing me one of the gray socks I had returned to use on Richie. First I
dragged the sock lightly across Richie's dick until it get really hard. Then I
tickled the head with the toe of the sock.
"Wow ... that does feel good ... the friction from that sock really tickles.
This kid knows what he's doing." Turning the sock inside out I drew it on his
dick until the head filled the toe. Richie's dick was pretty long and quite
thick, it really filled the sock. Then I got an idea. Wrapping my hand lightly
around the top of his dick, I slowly pulled the sock up and off, making sure
that the most sensitive part of the head got tickled the most. Two more times
like that and the toe was being soaked with cum. Next it was Rob's turn. He
said that he was very sensitive behind his balls and he wanted me to tickle
them. He spread his legs wide and crouched over me as I lay on my back. With
both hands concentrating on him, I fluttered my fingers over his balls, between
his legs, and on his dick. He loved it. Then I wrapped the other clean gray
sock around his dick and started stroking him with one hand while tickling his
balls with the other. He came right into the sock too.
Next and last was Mr. Brady. He sat on the edge of the bed and had me play with
him the way I had the day before. Using a fresh sock from his drawer, a thick,
soft, blue one, I slowly stroked his dick. Holding his rod in one hand so it
stood straight up, I rolled the softest part of the sock over the head in a
series of circular motions. Mr. Brady groaned and spread his legs wider.
"I want to see you tickle those balls.", said Rob. With both hands I softly
tickled in and around those hairy sacks. Just little butterfly touches.
Wrapping the blue sock around the top of his dick, I continued to tickle his
balls with one hand while I stroked him to a climax with the other.
"Now ... how are we going to make this little guy cum for us?" asked Mr. Brady.
Rob whispered something in his ear. Smiling broadly he had me hop up on the
bed, spread eagle. With a pair of long socks, he tied my hands to the
headboard. The my feet were bound to the foot of the bed. I was helpless. Mr.
Brady went into the bathroom and returned with a pile of clothes.
"Since you like smelly socks so much, maybe you'll like these". He showed me a
pile of worn fluffies, sweat socks, and underwear. He had me smell each one and
then tell him if I liked it. He had one pair of sweatsocks that overpowered the
rest. These he saved. He also made me smell the crotch and seat of several pair
of undershorts. My dick was standing straight in the air begging for attention.
All three took a pair of dirty socks and dragged them over my body, avoiding my
cock. Then Mr. Brady tickled my armpits while the other two tickled my feet.
They did this for quite a while until I was begging them to stop. Richie took
off his long black fluffies and dangled them over my dick.
"Since your meat is extra long for a guy your size, we're going to have to
tickle it with some extra long socks. Turning them inside out he pulled it over
my dick and worked the head into the toe. Then he s l o w l y pulled it off. He
did this again and again until I was screaming to cum. Pushing the head back
into the toe he started stroking me. Mr. Brady stuffed the stinky sweatsocks
under my nose while Rob, with his magic fingers, tickled my balls and inner
thighs. The sensations were overwhelming. I came harder than I can ever
remember.