by Victor
Shawn, the guy from my first few Grindr stories, and I have been in contact again for the past few months. This month, July, we were in contact almost weekly. This particular week, around Wednesday or so, I had messaged him asking if he wouldn't mind wearing a pair of dirty socks for me to suck on. I didn't get a response, so I assumed that was a 'no'. However, I got a message from him on Thursday night, asking me to come over, and telling me that he was still wearing socks. That would have been awesome to the max, had I been awake. I felt horrible, and apologized to him. The following night, the night I'm writing this story, I was out with a girlfriend enjoying the fair. We went back to her place afterwords, watching YouTube videos on her flat screen and drinking Angels & Demons along with Dr. Pepper. I didn't drink a lot, but it was enough to get someone who doesn't drink very often pretty drunk.
After my friend and I said 'good night', I sent Shawn a quick message asking if he was available, telling him that I would stay awake for him. To my delight, I received a reply not two minutes later.
"Hey" "What's up?"
"Been drinking at a friend's, slightly tipsy. LOL You?"
"Just got home"
"You need my attention? It will take me a little longer to get there than usual, but I'll take care of you."
"I would love that. My ankles are killing me."
I took that to mean that he was working all night at his job at one of the local night clubs. His feet are slightly rough and calloused, a sign of a hard worker. I quickly told him I would be on my way, probably arrive within 15 minutes, and I would message him when I'm close. Mind you, I was driving the entire time, so I wasn't exactly practicing safe driving. I put my phone down with Grindr still open and headed his way.
I was just about to message him when he messaged me.
"Are you close yet?"
"Just turning on your street, I can see your house."
It was the truth, his house was in my line of sight.
"Okay. The front door is unlocked. Come on in, you know where my room is."
He had said that to me the last time, as well. It makes me happy that he trusts me enough to just leave the door unlocked and let myself in.
I entered his driveway, parked my car, and walked quietly onto his porch and into the front door. As usual, I could hear his roommate snoring. Past the living room and down the hallway, the first door on the right was open, a dull light coming out of it. I walked in and quietly closed the door. Turning towards Shawn, I was greeted by a lovely surprise; Shawn laying naked in his bed, his feet crossed and wearing a dirty pair of white ankle socks, which y'all know is my absolute favorite. I never mentioned this to him, so it was a wonderful surprise to see him wearing them. The socks are completely white, except for blue lettering that spelled out "GILDAN" under the toes. That, and the grayish-brown sweat stains that coated the bottoms. I was instantly hard.
I walked up to the left (his right) side of his bed and sat my phone and car keys down on the carpeted floor, glancing up in time to see him shine his cell phone light on me and wave. He's never greeted me before, but I take it in stride and wave back, a goofy but friendly smile on my face. I take off my shirt and shoes and lean down so that his socked feet are at the perfect level for me to massage. He uncrosses his feet. Instantly, as soon as I'm on my knees, the smell hits me; sweat from a long, hard night's work. Sweat not only from his socked feet, but from his entire lower body. I inhaled deeply, my cock growing even more. I remembered him mentioning that his ankles were killing him, so my attention went to them, first. I massaged both ankles gently. After a while, I couldn't help myself and bent down and began licking the ankle of his right foot. Shawn continued to type on his phone, but his breathing became deeper, like that of someone who is either really excited, or really relaxed. I kissed and bit down on his ankle, moving on to kiss, lick and bite his left ankle while I massaged his right foot. His socked feet were hot, radiating the heat of his night at work.
After working for several minutes on his ankles, I turned my attention completely to his socked feet. As it was closest to me, I started with his right foot. I massaged the toes then moved down his long, slender foot. As I massaged his heel, I leaned in and placed my nose and mouth firmly against his toes, inhaling deeply. They smelled wonderful. He had no idea how completely grateful I was for him to be wearing his work socks. I took a few more sniffs and then stuck my tongue out and licked, starting at his instep and ending at his toes. As my tongue passed his toes, my mouth opened and engulfed them. The sweat from his sock tasted amazing, and I sucked as much of it out as I could, bringing my mouth down far enough to suck and chew on his toes occasionally. I swallowed the salty treat, then continued to lick my way down to his heel, which I know he loves to have me chew on. As I did this, I then slipped my tongue back out and slithered it under his sock, paying more attention to his sore ankle.
I then brought my hands back up to massage this foot, and Shawn lifted it so that his heel was in my hands. I took the hint and began to slowly roll the dirty sock over his heel. I leaned in and sniffed, licked, bit, sucked. His heel was surprisingly pale, probably from being in socks and shoes all night. I rolled the sock up further until it was passed his instep, and saw the rest of his foot was just as pale. There was a bit of skin peeling off of his instep. As his personal pedicurist, I just couldn't let his feet be in such condition. I leaned over and licked and chewed the offending spot. I must've chewed harder than I had planned, for the piece of skin was ripped off and was now in my mouth. As I was under the influence and not thinking too clearly, I swallowed the piece of skin without hesitation. I don't normally do that kind of thing, but as I said, I was drunk. Drunk Me does things that Sober Me wouldn't usually do. My treat swallowed, I proceeded back up to his socked toes, which I kissed and licked as I massaged his exposed heel and instep. I bit down on the very tip of his sock and pulled, freeing Shawn's right foot. His toes were pale and wrinkled, but I couldn't tell if it was from his sweat or my spit.
Anyway, he wiggled his toes, daring me to do what he knows I love to do. I sniffed between Shawn's toes, a beautiful sweaty smell mixed with my own saliva. He spreads them a little, allowing room for my nose go between his sexy digits. I inhale deeply, loving the scent more and more. His feet have stunk before, but I have never smelled them fresh out of his sweaty socks. The smell was amazing, but how was the taste? I slithered my tongue between his big and second toe, cleaning out his toe jam. The taste was out of this world, salty and sweaty and hot. Literally, his feet were still hot from working all night. He spread his toes out and moved his foot inwardly, guiding my tongue so that it went between each toe. As I got to Shawn's last two toes, I obediently shoved my tongue between them, swirled it around, and then engulfed his little toe into my mouth, sucking and chewing. I sucked the rest of his smaller toes into my mouth, sucking them like candy while simultaneously licking between them. A trick I learned from one of my favorite XTube users, ibm_hater. I then took in his big toe, sucking it and moving my head up and down as if I was sucking his cock. I then sat up a little and spit onto his foot, watching my saliva make a slimy trail from the ball of his foot to his heel. I had seen this done online, but never remembered to try it myself. Luckily Drunk Me remembered. It was quite hot, watching my saliva running down Shawn's already soaked foot.
I felt that this foot was nice and clean for now, so I began massaging it and leaned forward towards Shawn's left foot. This foot was halfway hidden under the covers, but sensing me leaning towards it, Shawn moved it in my direction. His toes met my nose and mouth, and I inhaled. This sock wasn't as smelly as the other, but it still smelled amazing. I dropped his right foot and rolled his left sock over his heel. As I did this, my stirring dick collided with Shawn's right foot. I hadn't planned on it. but also had no plans to remove my dick from its spot. Shawn's left sock rolled up over his heel, I leaned forward and bit down on it. ripping it off his foot with gusto. He wiggled these toes, as well. As I engulfed his big toe, Shawn moved his right foot so that his toes made contact with my dick, which was instantly hard again. "Oh, fuck yeah, baby..." I moaned with a mouth full of toe, grinding my pelvis against his wiggling toes. I could've reached orgasm like that, but these meetings are never about me; I'm only there to please my Foot Master. But as he is being generous with the toes, I take advantage and move my cock back and forth as I suck the toes of his other foot.
Anyway, you know how it goes; I finish sucking his feet and then move on to his cock. Shawn guides my head down to his balls so that I can suck and lick them while he jerks off with one hand, shielding my eyes from his eventual orgasm with the other. He cums, and I clean up the mess with my tongue, sucking his cock a few more times to make sure it is complete drained. I get off the bed, lean down to kiss his feet one more time, and get dressed. He walks me to the front door and sees me out, completely naked the whole time. He waves bye to me and smiles sweetly, which I return with a wave back and a gentle stroke of his cheek and chin. I've done that as my farewell the past 3 visits, and haven't been told not to, so I shall continue this until instructed otherwise. I then got back into my car and drove off.
Oh...did I mention that Drunk Me left with his dirty socks in my jean pockets? I snuck them into my pockets while he waited for me to get dressed again. They were still soaked with my spit when I got home, and are currently in a plastic baggy on a shelf above my computer desk. Maybe Sober Me will fess up...then again, maybe he won't. ;)
