by Jason Meekle
A few years back I dabbled a bit in the green stuff they call Marijuana.
Anyway, I used to take a friend 'Tyler' over to a drug dealer that I only knew as Shemar at the time. Although I had asked a couple of times if I could be introduced to the dude, in case I had needed to get my own supply, my friend declined. I don't know, maybe he just wanted exclusive rights, or this Shemar guy was a real private guy. In any case, one day it just so happened that Tyler wanted to use my phone to get a hold of Shemar and drive him over there. Damn, if Tyler wasn't a hottie, I wouldn't have done it, but he is so I did it.
So, a day comes when I need the green, and see no need to contact Tyler. So, I take matters into my own hands, and contact Shemar myself. I explain who I was and what I wanted. This Dude was cool as an icicle, and gave me directions and all, and I was on my way. I arrive at his place and as instructed head through the backyard. Make my way to the back door, and down the narrow stairwell and knock. Totally not expecting what was on the other side. Shemar was a 6-foot-tall, half black and half white with more dominant black features, but definitely saw the white in him, also not to mention the grey eyes. The dude was the whole package and at the time I took him for around 23 years old, turns out he was only 20. I quickly greeted him in my "straightest act" which for me is nothing. Ask for an Ounce and while awaiting his return with my stuff, I realize I am standing beside about 20 pairs of nothing but Air Jordan’s. No time to sniff, and I would never at that time ever dream of stealing a pair. All I could do was stand there with a growing erection, and just admire them from where I was standing. Not all bad came from it, I thought wow I am friends with a beautiful drug dealer, whom overtime became good friends, not best friends, but enough to get some treasured items from Mr. Shemar.
This dude had me doing crazy things! Like every time I went over I would be taking pictures and short videos of his sneakers and taking quick sniffs while waiting for him to grab my order. Then going home and enjoying the videos and pics while memorizing the scent of his sneakers. Of course, all of them smelling like clean leather. As much as I would have loved to suck the sweat out of his freshly used socks at the time, all I knew was I was sniffing the Jordan’s of a beautiful black brother. Now this went on for some time, however I needed more of this dude. He never did invite me in, just usually got my stuff and I left. So about 4 minutes tops, and all while talking to me from the other room. I would often get so boned up hoping maybe by chance he would leave a pair of used socks by the door. I would even contemplate stealing a pair of sneakers and never coming back. So many things ran through my mind every single time I dropped in. Another side note, every other time when I'd been horned up which was always I would jerk off in my truck before going in, and usually walking with a little of my jazz on my hand and use a sneaker to wipe it off on. Preferably in the toe are of the sneaker, this fucken gets me going, and still does. Just thinking of how many times I did it.
So of course, me and my hatching up of ideas. I asked him if he was busy, and luckily on a day he was alone He agreed. I finally to go in this dude’s house. It was nice and so classy, it suited him, but than on the other hand it didn't. Anyway, as I made my way to sit, I scanned the area for any possible socks gone astray, but nothing. When I first asked him, I wanted to show him something, I didn't even know what I was going to show him. Then there was a knock at the door, and this gave me a chance to think of something, which I did and gave me a little time to scan the area, while he took care of business. I scanned around and tucked neatly beside the couch was a pair of the most beautiful pair of original Black Red Jordan’s.... BOOM!! He was done, and I didn't even have time to inspect the sneakers, I proceeded to show him some drug related items on my phone which he showed interest. All the while I am hoping for the doorbell to ring, because I was running out of things to show him. It was a bong I showed him that triggered something, and suddenly he jumped up and said he was going to show me something. The minute he walked around the corner I picked up the shoe Closest, and BAM!! The sneaker had a slightly dirty ankle sock stuffed inside, as swift as a mouse I snatched it, and the matching sock in the other sneaker, and stuffed them in my pocket. As he came back into the room, I notice my heart start to race as I realize what I had just done. I was excited but scared of what he would think. Over time my fear joined forces with my excitement, and soon I was happy with the idea of Shemar’s stinky socks in my pocket.
I must have stayed for another 20 minutes, just small talking. He kicked his shoes to the side several times, and even adjusted them a couple times. Finally, I decided it was time to go, and as he got up he grabbed his sneakers and followed me to the door, my heart beating a little faster. I mean what if the dudes ritual was to return his sneakers to the rack and grab his own stinky socks from the sneaker. Now I was regretting what I had done, finally he opened the door, and placed his sneakers in place with the other sneakers. I said goodbye and made my way to my truck. Although I wanted to sniff me right then and there I had too much guilt. I decided I would just Ziploc the socks and wait until I felt more comfortable. Days went by, and finally I called Shemar with my usual, I am going to stop by. He replied, Sure thing buddy! I suddenly felt like everything was alright, even though from the beginning everything was probably alright. Anyway, I arrive at his place, and he invites me in, but says before we do any business he wanted me to help him with something. Sure, why not, so we head downstairs, and there in the middle of the room was a pile of laundry. The reason "He" wanted me there was to unscrew a couple hoses in the back, because I was a smaller guy he figured I could fit in. The reason I was there, was for the rolled-up Shemar socks in the laundry pile. There were too many to count, I think I was in a mini heaven. Anyway, after we figured out I couldn't fit after all, we headed upstairs, but not before leaving my phone down there intentionally. We got back up to the landing and he asked what I needed, and I said an ounce, and he proceeded to grab the stuff. Once around the corner I said I had left my phone downstairs and had to grab it. He quickly said sure man, go ahead. I jetted downstairs, and managed to grab 4 pairs of socks, and a pair of sexy underwear. I also grabbed my phone and headed back up to the landing, damn was I excited. He came around the corner handed me my goods, and I was out.
I drove home like Cruella Deville, and beelined straight for my bedroom. I couldn't believe it, I had 4 pairs of Shemar’s Socks, and his underwear. A place where his balls, and cock once sat, and not to mention where he sat. I undressed and put on the first of shears socks on my feet, but not before inhaling the scent of this jocks dirty socks! The smell was almost cheesy, but socks were not crusty dirty, just enough stink to set me into overdrive.
At this point my cock was bobbing and pulsating so bad I knew it craved attention. So, without further delay I unrolled each pair and grazed it over my cock then inhaled the boys stink. I finally layed back and draped all 6 socks over my face and finally wrapped shears sexy underwear around my rigid cock and began thrusting. I was in Shemar heaven, and best part is I kept the little ankle socks as a souvenir. Finally, his scent overwhelming my senses, I violently thrashed at my cock until I could feel it about to erupt. I grabbed a sock and ripped a hole through the toe area of the sock, and while I attempted to shove my raging rod inside it erupted. I bucked as my cock drained in the sock well sort of. I laid back in Shemar’s dirty clothing, and finally after gathering myself, I gathered all his stuff and put them under my pillow as I knew it wouldn't be long before I needed he dirty stuff all over me.
