by Scott
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I attended high school with Brad. He was always hostile toward me. He did all of the things high school bullies do: shoved me against my locker, punched my arm as he passed in the hall, called me queer, etc. I had a theory that he was overcompensating for something. Perhaps he had some inner desires that he was not willing to explore.
After graduation, I moved away to attend college in another state. Brad stayed in my hometown and worked as an appliance repairman. I lived away from home for about ten years before deciding that I wanted to return to my hometown to settle. When I first moved, I was having problems hooking up my washer. I scheduled an appointment for a repairman to come out. The earliest appointment I could get was a week away. I had few clean clothes and was too lazy to take them to a Laundromat. I had no clean socks. I didn't mind wearing the same ones over again, cause I could enjoy sniffing them whenever I beat off. I've always gotten off on the smell of men's socks- even my own. I can't explain it. I swear I get a rush when I sniff dirty socks. They are a sure fire way to an intense orgasm.
Anyway, after a week, my appointment arrived. I heard the doorbell ring . . . .
When I answered the door, I saw Brad. My heart sank. I thought to myself "Oh fuck, just what I need"
He didn't look too thrilled either. Brad had not seen me since high school. He was obviously horrified. You see, I grew to be bigger than Brad. Not to mention years of working out. Not that he didn't have a good body. He did. He had a great body.
He was a very sexy man. He "drips" of sex if you know what I mean.
Anyway, Brad began work on the washer. I left him alone to work.
About half way through his job- the phone rang and it was for him. My only phone was in the bedroom. I showed him the way and gave him some privacy. A few minutes later, I came back in with a glass of lemonade . . . I figured I might as well be polite. I froze. As Brad talked on the phone, he was nosing around in one of my drawers. He turned around and saw me standing there. He finished his call and started toward me (and the door).
"What the fuck were you doing?" I said.
"I'd better go." Brad answered. I blocked his exit. He swung at me grazing my chin. I couldn't believe it! I swung back and missed (I'm not a great fighter- big surprise). I shoved him and manage to knock him over. I pinned him down to the ground. In the process he slammed his head on the floor . . . hard. He was dazed, but not hurt. I decided this was the time to get a little revenge. I was able to tie his hands firmly behind his back with a sock that was on the floor. I pulled it as tight as I could! I took the other sock and bound his ankles.
Before he could get free (I knew this probably wouldn't hold him) I emptied my laundry hamper. Soon he was securely bound with stinking sweat socks. I took my shoes off. I stuffed one of my sweaty socks (I have very sweaty feet and intense foot odor) in his mouth toe first and tied it in place with another. I wanted him to taste my foot sweat. He struggled and moaned against the gag. I took off my remaining sock and pulled it under the second sock gag so that it was firmly over his nostrils.
He struggled wildly and turned beat red. The acrid smell was burning his nostrils. He was clearly humiliated. His eyes began to water. He bucked to break free. Unfortunately for him, this only aroused me more. It gave the appearance that he was thrusting his pelvis. He looked hot humping the air. I loosened his belt and unfastened his jeans. I pulled them down to his knees. His dick was bulging through his boxer briefs. A wet spot was also emerging.
Brad was thrashing about so wildly that I had to secure him further. I lifted him onto the bed nearly dropping him in the process. I rolled him onto his side and slid a pillow between his bound arms and his back. I rolled him over onto his back. The weight of his torso pushed the pillow snuggly down onto his arms. Next, I took some cotton rope from my closet and tied one end to the left side of the headboard. I took the other piece and tied one end to the right side of the headboard. I sat on his legs while I untied them. I looped
the free end of one rope around his left leg and one around his right leg. As I slowly climbed off his legs, I removed the slack. This pulled each leg into the air toward opposite sides of the headboard. Brad was now laying his legs spread wide over his head. My heart was pounding. His pelvis was gently thrusting. He was lightly moaning.
He was really getting into this!! I cut his white jockey shorts from his body freeing throbbing penis. A large amount of precum was dripping from his dick. I lowered my face to his crotch. He was really ripe. He had obviously been working hard that day (or failed to wash his balls!) Blood coursed through my veins as inhaled deeply. My face felt hot; I was dripping sweat. I took his rigid dick into my mouth. It was salty and tasted of slightly of urine. As I caressed the tip of his head, the shaft began to grow in my mouth. Through his gag he moaned in ecstasy and begged for more. It was clear he was getting off on my dirty socks.
I took a short break to comb through a weeks worth of dirty clothes on my closet floor. I collected all the dirty socks from the previous week. Smelling each one, I selected the most pungent. I returned to the bed and removed the sock covering his nostrils. I knew that his heavy breathing had diluted the stench of my sock. I replaced it with another rank sock so that he could appreciate the manly smell. To my surprise, Brad was still hard as a rock. A pearl of pre-cum was oozing from his piss slit. I went back to work on his penis. As I cleaned the salty precum from his pee hole, I felt his shaft pulse against my lips. I brought him to the brink of orgasm and then backed off. There was another prize waiting for me.
I lowered my face to his asshole. The smell caught me off guard. A little more potent then I like- but I dove in anyway. I surprised myself by burying my face in his ass. Soon I was lapping his hole with my tongue. I had his smell all over my face. It was so hot, I almost shot a load right then. I was in a feeding frenzy. I plunged my tongue into his hole and let it dart in and out. I used slow deliberate strokes as I savored the taste. He was squirming wildly under his restraints. As he did this, the rhythm of his breathing increased. He could only breathe through his nose- through my sock. He was getting the full effect of my foot funk.
Brad's asshole contracted- tightening against my tongue. Once he was nice and wet, I licked my finger and slid it slowly in his ass. He moaned loudly and closed his eyes. He mumbled through his gag "Fuck me!
He now had a stream of pre-cum on his belly. I stroked his prostate with the middle finger of my left hand. I reached for the lube with the other. I squirted a generous amount on his dick. I began to milk him with one hand and fingerfuck him with the other. I was surprised how verbal Brad was- moaning against the gag. His chest heaved and I could hear him sniffing hard against the toe of my sweaty, smelly sock. I felt his prostate contract and he
shot a huge load onto his stomach. I mean 'ropes' and 'ropes' of cum. He let out a sigh of pleasure. I removed my finger from his sweaty ass and went to the bathroom to clean up my hands.
When I returned, I removed his gags and he gasp for fresh air. I pinched his nose shut with one hand and scooped up his copious load of cum with my other hand. He knew what I was about to do. He quickly closed his mouth. When he was out of air, he gasp for air again. I forced the cum into his mouth all at once. I then held his mouth closed with both hands until he swallowed every drop. I re-secured his mouth with `fresh' smelly sock gags.
I released Brads legs and laid them together. I tied them firmly together at the ankle and knee. It was my turn to get off. I buried my face into his sweaty smelly socks and began to beat off. His socks smelled of foot sweat and leather. They had what I call the `classic' foot odor smell- you know the one. The one that REALLY gets you off. They smelled almost like poppers. With each breath, I explored a new portion of his socks with my nose. I was going for the full experience! The toes of his socks were the strongest- esp.
the "triangle" between his big toe, second toe and ball of his foot. I buried my nose there and inhaled deeply. With each breathe, the smell changed slightly. I tongued his socks as I savored the smell beneath my nose. The salty taste of his foot sweat was incredible.
I soon shot a huge load into the air. I was spent.
Needless to say the washer didn't get hooked up. Brad did return to fix it later in the week...that's another story!
