by Whitesocks
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One day after football practice (later on in the season when it started to get just a little cooler out) my teammates and I were all headed towards the locker room to get ready to head for home. I,d moved my locker down near Blaine's so that I could get a good look at the socks and outfit he had lined up to wear home for the day after his shower.
Well Blaine and I were as tired as everyone else after a practice, and he seemed very anxious to get out of there. He began taking off his uniform . . . the one with the blue and yellow striped over the calf tubes! They were white with one yellow stripe and two blue ones which were pretty fucking hot!
So in the locker room, I was ready to go, but Blaine always likes to play around--talking about plays, the coach,s bullshit, who should play what position and so on.
Then he slipped on the blackest pair of gym pants that you,d ever see . . . .
They were not too tight, but his socks were just sticking right out there, man! They were very white and thick but near the ankles as usual. There was some grass and they were a little dirty, but that didn,t mean anything. He had pulled his gym pants right down to his ankles so you could only see the perfect white tops of his feet and toes. There was a little slack at the ends because he took his Nikes off to put his gym pants on.
Well, anyway it gets pretty damn dark fast during the fall and the winter and there was still some daylight left . . . . so I wanted to hurry up and get Blaine in the car so he could work those pedals back and forth before it got dark and I wouldn,t be able to see anything!
So in the locker room after Blaine had slipped his gym pants on he looked at me and said he was about ready to go. He then pulled his socks up because, I guess, he felt there was too much slack in them. They looked so fucking perfect being stretched over the prettiest, biggest and widest size twelve that you could possibly imagine. I mean, these socks were perfect because they were broken in for the day and they looked hot, man! I just was so hard I wanted to see some hot action here if you know what I mean.
So he slipped the Nikes back on and I couldn,t believe it . . . he tied the fucking laces! I thought, "Now, just wait a fuckin, minute here! You can put the shoes on, but not tie the laces!!" I thought maybe he was just doing that because we were walking across the parking lot, and he,ll take them off when we get to the car.
Well, we got out to the car and Adam was already there. I was surprised though because Adam usually rode with us just every now in then. So I didn,t plan on him riding with us today. Me and Blaine threw our gear in the trunk and I told Adam he could ride shotgun because I wanted to stretch out in the back (if you know what I mean). Well I have to tell you it didn,t turn out the way I thought it would. I expected Blaine to slip his shoes right off, but he didn,t. He got in the car immediately and began pumping the gas rapidly (not too fast) but just a few slow pumps, one after the other.
I was pissed because I thought, "Fuck this would happen the time he decides to wear the blue and yellow stripe socks! He,s going to drive with his Nikes on!!"
I was ill when we left the parking lot. I could see his monstrous feet working the pedals with his Nikes on . . . little white rolls shown near the ankles. The whole time I was sitting back there IMAGINING he was doing it with only his socks on.
We pulled up to Burger King and Blaine said he wanted a such and such and ordered Adam to get it fast. So while we were sitting there a couple of minutes, Adam comes back with drinks or whatever. I didn,t care because I was focusing on the Nikes down there on the pedal!
Adam got in and Blaine was reaching on the floorboard for something. I looked over the seat and FUCK, he was unlacing the shoestrings and I was getting harder and harder with every beat of my racing heart. I knew what I was in for.
Adam asked "What you doin,?"
Blaine replied, "I'm taking my shoes off man, because my feet hurt!"
It was SO fucking hot because the slack had built back up and his socks were perfect now. From the back seat I could see the tops of his socked feet, and I was going CRAZY!!
Adam asked if he was going to ride with his socks on, and Blaine[s reply was "Do you want to walk home?! My feet hurt, you know these shoes are tight and I want to get them off!"
I couldn't believe it! Man, they were actually talking about socks! I was fucking hard just watching him take his sneakers off right there on the floorboard with his legs stretched out.
So we sat there for a few minutes--they were eating their fries or whatever it was they were eating. I was just watching the floor trying not to stare. Blaine ... all of a sudden ... without even thinking about it ... placed his white-socked white foot on the gas and pumped it in his fucking socks! Then he turned the key and the Falcon didn't turn over. I was in heaven! What I was seeing THIS time was even better than the last because the car was hard to start! Blaine just could not get it started!
Eventually he got out of the car, raised the hood and got some starter fluid out from the trunk--gave the carburetor a good spray. It was so awesome to watch because he was walking around the car in his socks and in his black gym pants!! Man, I thought I was going to cum so HARD!!
He slammed the hood down and got back in the car. As he slammed the door my heart was beating and racing so fast. He pumped the gas several more slow times and cranked the car. It started right quick because of the spray. It was funny because Blaine looked at his socks and said, "Fuck ... just got my fuckin' socks dirty!"
I thought, "Just shut up and drive . . . they are already dirty and perfect, so what's the big deal?"
In reality they were even MORE perfect because they were a little loose and it was a ... a masterpiece. He drove Adam home and I got in the front seat. Boy, he worked those pedals nice and slow . . . stroke for stroke . . . pump to pump. It was so fucking awesome that I thought I would go through the fucking roof, man!
"What were you pissed at earlier?" he asked me
I didn't say a single word. I watched and watched as he drove home wearing those OTC socks, pumping and doing what he does best every day after football practice. This day was so special because he was wearing blue and yellow socks with black gym pants.
When he dropped me off he said, "Man, I'll see you tomorrow."
And that was that.
I was in such a daze because watching him drive the car that day in socks was another treasured memory of mine! The perfect end to a perfect day!!
