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The buzz going around the school focused on prom night; who was going with whom, what was everyone wearing and how was the night going to end.
These were the questions humming in the air. Well, as for eighteen-year-old me, I was not planning on attending for several reasons, the first being I was not popular in school and finding a date was hard, being gay and the whole school seemed to know it. My plan was to cruise the village looking for my own fun tonight to remember the prom or should I say to make my own prom night memories. It was mid may of 2004, a warm night with a mild breeze in that air, the stars where bright and filled the midnight sky, it was beautiful, made me wish I was sitting under the stars with Mr. Right, but feeling horny and all, Mr. Right now would do just fine. It was getting late and I knew that everyone was getting ready for prom or was on their way by now, so I decided to hop in my car and take a cruise to the village to see what was available to me to help take my mine off the prom.
Driving down my street about a mile from home I notice a car stalled with the hood up, being curios and all, with the intention of getting my rocks off tonight I decided to pull over to see what my prospects were, if any at all. As I pulled up beside the car low and behold it was Clint! Well I need to take you back a bit so you can understand we have a history together, not a pleasant one I might add. Eighteen-year-old Clint was the high schools all around jock, Mr. Popular with the girls, Mr. Cool with the jocks and every nerd and gay guys’ nightmare. He was famous for bullying and teasing the unpopular people throughout the school year and I was no exception, well except for tonight given his current predicament.
As I approached his car and noticed it was him, my heart was beating faster than I could count as flashes of the school year played over in my head. Slowing down to make sure I had the right guy, Clint called out my name, James is that you? Can you help me out, my car is stalled and I’m running late for the prom can you give me a ride? I informed Clint that I was not going to the prom and my past year experience with him does not make me want to be a humanitarian with him. Clint begged my to give him a ride as he was already running late and he did not want Lisa to think he was standing her up on prom night.
Clint was the best looking guy in our school, standing 6’3” 190lbs with black curly hair and a tanned complexion he was a dream to look at, his smile was bright enough to melt any girl or guys heart, as he smiled and winked at me that was enough to get his way. Well I guess that was enough for both of us to get our way, because I had a plan up my sleeve to get my revenge on him to make up for the humiliation he put me through during the school year. I told Clint that I could drop him off at the prom but first I had to make a quick pit stop at home. He agreed and asked me to be quick, so we headed back towards my house.
This must be my lucky day I thought to myself as my parents were out of town for the weekend and I had the place to myself. I asked eighteen-year-old Clint to come inside for a few minutes to wait while I went to get what I returned home for. Clint sat on the sofa waiting anxiously.
He was still sitting on the sofa, shaking his leg in anticipation to leave when I offered him a beer to help calm his nerves. Then I told him we would leave in a few minutes as I was having trouble finding the address to where I needed to go. Clint bought that excuse and said he would have a few more beers as he needed to get into a party mood. I went to the fridge and got more beers.
While I did this, I started talking to Clint from the kitchen as the living room was off to the left and it was in hearing distance. I asked Clint why was he so mean to me and a lot of the other students in our school, Clint replied that it was nothing personal--just joking around, looking cool for the guys, you know how it is, I replied, yeah, I guess I do, so you’re the joker type, hey Clint? He responded yeah, I guess, I’m open to playing jokes and don’t mine when someone pulls a quick one over on me.
I headed back to the living room with the two cans of beer. I handed Clint his beer and said Cheers! Here’s to having a GREAT night, Clint and I knocked beer cans and he replied I plan to … and those words gave me a tingling sensation in my groin.
Sitting next to eighteen-year-old Clint I told him how good he looked and that whichever girl he was taking to the prom would be very pleased with how well he cleaned up. James, Clint echoed, I just want to say you seem like a nice guy and I’m sorry for the way I treated you, was all he could say in a sympathetic voice. Well I’m not sure if that was the pill taking affect but I accepted his apology and said well, Clint that’s cool because karma takes care of everything.
By this time Clint had drank beer after beer after beer … so it didn’t surprise me that he seemed confused by my statement and shortly began to feel slightly warm. Clint asked me if I was hot, I stated no, but my parents like to keep the heat on even in the Spring as the house is old and they don’t want the pipes to burst, would you like me to turn it down some, Clint stated maybe you should and I’ll unbutton my tie and shirt collar to give me more air, I asked eighteen-year-old Clint if he wanted to step out side for some fresh air to see if that helps, Clint stated that he would and proceeded towards the front door. Clint stood up and took two steps towards the front door and fell to the floor. I quickly attempted to pick him up but that was no easy task, struggling to hold him up while I leaned him over my shoulder was a task in itself.
I finally was able to stand him up long enough to lay him over my shoulder and carry him upstairs to my bedroom where the fun was about to begin. Excited as I was ruminating of what I had planned for this evening the bulge in my pants could barely be contained; as we headed upstairs I couldn’t resist sampling the merchandise by squeezing his ass cheeks several times getting ready for what I had in mind for his ass later on.
I finally reached my destination …that seemed to take longer than it was as lifting this beautiful jock was no easy task, but enjoyable indeed. I throw him down on my bed to see how well this pill was working, not knowing how long he would be unconscious I had to act fast but really wanted to take all night long. I immediately started to kiss his beautiful face and sucked on those hot juicy lips of his, his breath smelt of beer which enhanced my excitement, rubbing my hands threw his curly black locks was like heaven to me while I whispered all the incredible things I planned to do with him in the event that he was starting to awaken. I rushed to my dresser draw and pulled out two pair of padded handcuffs and quickly undressed that hunk laying on my bed. Slowly I took off his suit jacket and shirt while admiring his muscular tanned body, he was well built, you could tell he worked out regularly and now was my turn to work over his luscious body. In anticipation of getting to his feet I slowly removed his pants and smelt his manhood, ooooh he smelt sooo sweet, I couldn’t wait to taste him, but in due time; that was on the agenda but I wanted him to be awake to feel how good my mouth felt on his man tool.
I finally had Clint undressed and handcuffed to my bed naked, but he was still wearing his underwear and socks.
I studied his limp body lying on my bed in those white Calvin Klein undies and black sheer dress socks. (I thought that was odd, being a jock and sports freak, who would have guessed he had enough fashion sense to wear proper socks, I was expecting white sport tube socks, but to my surprise, I could see the outline of those sexy feet. His arches were high and his toes seemed long threw those sheer black socks of his. I began by smelling his cock and ass scent throw his underwear, boy did he smell nice, and I was ready to eat his asshole like there was no tomorrow, but instead I savored the pleasure. I quickly went down to his feet and smelt the warm sweat that lingered in the room when I removed his black wing tip shoes, all the while my manhood was so hard I could barely contain the juices that were ready to flow out of me. Smelling his feet through his socks took me to the edge, so I quickly undressed myself and jerked off. I couldn’t believe how much juice came out of me.
Clint sure knows how to turn me on.
In anticipation to get to work on his feet I waited for him to come too, before giving him a good footbath. Clint finally woke and was confused to know where he was and what was happening to him. I started to lick his face and explained just what was about to happen next. Clint attempted to free himself but the handcuffs kept him in place. I explained to eighteen-year-old Clint that if he was not going to co operate, (not scream or try to get loose) I would have to use the chloroform that was next to the dresser to make sure he would co operate. Clint seemed afraid of what was in store for him. Being a nice guy and all, I decided to explain step by step what the night had in store for Mr. Clint. At this time I ripped off his underwear and asked him if he was ready for the blow job I fanaticized about giving him all year long, Clint screamed “no, you fucking fag, you better not dare!” I replied or else what? Who has the power now, Clint, if I were you, I’d co operate or you’ll find yourself unconscious again .not knowing what I’ll be doing to you. Clint was nervous and hesitantly complied. Good boy Clint, I knew you were a smart guy. Now have you ever had your feet and toes sucked and tickled, I asked.
Clint was moving his feet and tried to get away from my hands as I reached to touch his feet to remove those socks, well Clint I’m waiting for my answer, eighteen-year-old Clint said no in a timid scared voice, so now you know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of being bullied and having no control, doesn’t feel good does it; but now I know what it feel like to be in control and dominate someone who is powerless and let me tell you Clint it feels real good. So now watch how good I’m going to make you feel, tonight. That being said, I slowly removed his socks with my teeth and smelt his foot odor, his feet smelt of leather and perspiration from the nervousness he was experiencing not knowing what was going to happen to him.
Clint had the most beautiful feet I had ever seen.
They were a size 12 wide with high arches and long even toes, soft soles and well groomed. I told Clint that I didn’t expect his feet to be so cared for, almost as if he groomed them that made me more excited. I continued to smell his feet and this made Clint laugh loud. Oh so you’re the ticklish type are you, eighteen-year-old Clint begged me to stop licking and sucking on his souls. I told Clint that this is only the beginning; I then proceeded to suck each to starting with the baby toe on the left foot and working my way to all five toes and in between each toe.
By this time the Clint’s cock had grown to about 9” … it was a golden brown color and cut with a nice mushroom head. I could see his balls raise up inward to his sac as if he was ready to cum.
“Sorry Clint I’m not ready for you to shoot your load yet.”
The eighteen-year-old cried out “You bastard, why are you making me suffer like this, can’t you see I need to release my load?”
“Well Clint believe it or not, we have all night and I’ll let you shoot your creamy load in due time.”
On that note I decided to leave Clint cuffed to my bed while I went downstairs to eat and leave him wondering what I had in store for him next.
Stay tuned for Part Two, coming soon!
