by Whitesocks
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Well me, Blaine and Ryan decided that we were going to play softball, so Blaine came over to pick me up. When I got in the car he was wearing baseball pants and white socks. But better than that, he was driving his car again with no shoes on! So again, on the way to the game, I saw Blaine working the pedal . . . those long black narrow pedals. He was pumping and working back and forth in his size 12's.
Well during the softball game Blaine hurt his ankle somehow and Ryan had to drive home.
Ryan was in college at this time, very handsome and muscular as well. But he had a long wide size 13. Well me and Blaine were already in the car waiting for Ryan to put the gear into the trunk. He was wearing a white shirt, army camouflage pants, white socks and baseball cleats. Blaine was up front in the passenger area (me in the back as usual) and Ryan got behind the wheel. He tried to start the engine.
"What the hell are you doing?" said Blaine.
Ryan replied, "I'm driving home because you can't."
"No, that's not what I mean ... I mean I just had the carpet cleaned! If you're driving home, take your cleats off!"
Ryan said that it was no problem and my eyes lit up!
SLOWLY the cleats cane off, and out comes these fucking size 13's in white OTC tube socks! I don't know if they were striped because I was looking down at the driver's seat floorboard and all I could see were the tops of his white-socked feet. He slammed the fucking gas, pressing and pumping, and the engine would not turn over. Blaine suggested that he should pump it--give it more gas. Boy did he ever! His feet were pressing smack into the gas. He was going all the way and so was I!
He was working that gas and then SHIT! he finally got it started, and we flew home. Man, his feet were monstrous and white as they slammed that gas! It was another hard-on inspiring experience for me. That was also the first time Blaine could get Ry to take his fucking shoes off. It was a brilliant performance!
