by Kyle
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It was an unbelievable job. I did not make the baseball team but the coach offered me a paid position cleaning uniforms. Not only that but I would get to hang out with the team. What could be better than hanging out with a bunch a of dirty baseball studs. Believe me after the first practice of the season these guys got pretty dirty during practices. Whether it was diving to make a catch or sliding into home these guys really abused their uniforms. My favorite times were when a shoe would actually come off. This would leave a nice grass or dirt stain on the white socks.
Anyway, my first day was unbelievable. The coach told me that I would have to collect everybody's dirty uniforms and have them ready to go before the first game Monday. That meant I would have a big weekend of laundry ahead. I did not mind however, this was one of those dream jobs that comes along every once in a lifetime. I walked out of the coach's office and began asking people for their dirty uniforms. Piles of dirty shirts, pants, socks, and jocks began to pile up in huge laundry basket. Some would have found the smell less than appealing but I found it to be somewhat intoxicating. The guys laughed and joked as they stacked their dirty laundry on to the stack. Some guys thought it was humorous to throw smaller garments like socks and jocks at my face. I did not mind but I acted annoyed.
That weekend I went to the Laundromat. It was a new place that I assumed was sponsoring the team by letting us do all of our laundry there. It was also an all night place which meant I went in pretty late so I would not be surrounded by people. Naturally their was one weirdo in their doing his laundry when I walked through the door around midnight. He saw all the uniforms that I had to wash and quickly turned his nose up when I selected the machine on the other side of the room. I began loading the dirty clothes into the washer. As I went through the pile I came to a sock that was extremely dirty. Not only that but it was grass stained and had a rather nice aroma of sweat and leather. I pulled it out made sure the other guy was not looking and held it up to my nose. It was simply marvelous. It had another sock that was not as dirty sort of stuck to it. I peeled the socks apart took another look behind me and stuffed them in my coat pocket. I would have a little fun with these later tonight. They belonged to the biggest stud on our team Rick Davis. Rick had lost his shoe running the bases earlier this afternoon while running the bases. It really was fun to watch as he fought to get his shoe back in the cleat it belonged in.
Later that night Rick's socks played a part in my masturbatory fantasies. I shot a big load of cum as I held his stinky sock to my face.
The next two weeks passed. The team got off to a good start winning their first four ball games. After each game and practice I would take their uniforms and wash them. I began a new practice. I decided that I would be washing all jocks and socks at my place. That way I would not have to worry about people bothering me. It was at this time that I rejoiced at the fact that the apartment I recently moved into had a small washer and dryer unit right next to the kitchen. I would take my laundry load home separate it and then head off to do the uniforms. It worked out pretty good. I could do any homework I had while I waited on the uniforms to finish. The laundromat was pretty quiet but it seemed there was always someone else there watching me. Now I did not have to worry about being caught taking pleasure in the teams dirty socks and jocks. I still had a strange feeling that I was going to be caught, but how could I? My plan was foolproof.
After the third week of the season I got a pleasant surprise. Superstud from the team Rick Davis volunteered to help me do the laundry. I guess he felt sorry for me. Especially since on numerous occasions he had thrown dirty socks at my face or placed his jock around my head like a hat. Positioning my nose right in the place where his balls had rested and probably sweated. Rick set he would meet me at the laundromat later that afternoon after practice. Practice ended about 4 o'clock. I collected all the dirty clothes and after everybody left, me and Rick decided to meet at 6. Rick did not want everyone to know that he was helping me with the laundry. After all he had an image to maintain. I agreed totally. I headed home and began going through my motions. Boy their were some great dirty items in today's wash. I then remembered that Rick might suspect something if all the jocks and socks were missing so I threw them all in the basket (after beating off for awhile) and headed off to the laundromat. Rick was there already and he was talking to an employee of the place. I think the guy's name was Dave. He had supplied me with all the cleaning detergent and gave me a key so I could use the machines without paying. He was pretty nice and usually spent most of his time in the backroom. Rick greeted me as I entered the door.
" Oh hey Dave, we have been waiting for you" Rick yelled. I wondered what he meant by we. After all I was just meeting him. We deposited the dirty duds in the washer and started up the machine. As Rick threw clothes into the washer he made a comment that made me nervous. "Boy quite a few jock and socks to wash". What did he mean by that? Maybe I was overeacting but maybe he was on to me. About halfway through the wash cycle, Dave came up and told us that the manager wanted to see us in the back. He said he would wash our clothes while we talked to the manager. Rick and I headed to the back and came to an office door that had "Manager" stenciled on the door. Rick took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. I thought this was quite unusual. I was just about to ask him how he had a key to the office when he flipped on the lights. There in the office sat three other guys from the team; Tim, Jordan, and Baron. They all sat there smiling.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked
"That's what we would like to know you little pervert" said Tim
" What are you talking about?" I asked playing dumb.
"We are talking about this" said Rick as he popped a videotape into the a small TV-VCR combo in the office. The tape came on and it had the appearance of a surveillance tape of some type. There I was pressing the dirty socks and jocks of the team to my face. I was caught.
" You like dirty socks you pervert!" said Jordan.
" You little faggot! We are going to tell the coach about you!" said Baron.
" You cant! Please guys, I ...I ... will do anything.... just don't tell anybody" I pleaded.
They looked at each other and smiled.
"All right we will give you a chance but you may wish that we had just had told on you. Meet us after practice at my house tomorrow." said Rick. For now I was spared the embarrassment of explaining the video to the coach. I later found out that Rick's father owned the laundromat and that Dave was his cousin. He was the one that caught me on the surveillance one night. Thank God they did not know what I did at home.
At practice the next day coach acted normal. They had not told him. They had however blabbed to several other guys on the team. Randy, Nick, Daryll, and Rob all seemed to know about my encounters with their socks and jocks. They found it very humorous and called me pervert for the rest of practice. The coach probably dismissed it as childish teasing. Practice ended around 4:30. Rick took off early and left practice. They did not even leave their uniforms to be picked up for cleaning.
I showed up at Rick's house at about 5:00. Both of his parents were at work. Rick answered the door and told me to come in. He explained that we would be convening in the downstairs family room. There the rest of the guys from the other day sat. Everybody still had there baseball uniforms on.
"Well, today we find out how much you like our clothing. You seem to have a special preference for our socks and jocks. So that is what you are going to get. With that Rick and Baron held me down. Tim came over and sat on my legs. Jordan towered above me as I sat on the floor. He put his dirty cleat on my chest so that the tip was resting on my lips.
" All right, I sentence you to lick my cleats clean. Your crime, arousing yourself with our stinky clothes, you pervert! Now lick!" With that Jordan planted the sole of his cleat over my mouth. The spikes dug into my helpless face. I began licking the dirt from his cleats. This was unbelievable! I was actually underfoot of Jordan Beltrand, not only our star 1st baseman but also one of the best looking guys on the team. I gave his cleats the tongue treatment for about fifteen minutes. It was obvious after about fifteen minutes that I was enjoying it. The tent in my pants was a giveaway.
" Jordan get to the next punishment," said Rick.
" All right you apparently like sweaty socks too. So now your going to get my sweaty sock in your face" Jordan said as he used my chin to remove his cleats. The smell was quite rank and awful. I loved it but made out that I was totally disgusted. For the next 10 minutes or so Jordan rubbed his smelly socked feet on my face. After the ten minutes my face was saturated with foot sweat and Jordan's socks were relatively dry.
" I can't believe he survived your feet Jordan. I was getting just woozy from the smell and they were not even close to my face." said Tim. The next half-hour the other guys got the foot treatment. Their cleats were cleaned and feet were massaged by my helpless face. Then Rick culminated it all by insisting that I lick the sweat from his bare feet. I licked up and down each sole and then sucked each toe individually. Rick just moaned. The rest of the guys now wanted this done since witnessing how much Rick enjoyed it. So Tim, Jordan, and Baron got their feet licked. By that time their feet were pretty dry and had lost quite a bit of their original potency. At the end of the session they all removed their jocks. I could not believe the size of the dicks I was witnessing. They took the jocks and put each around my head, positioning the pouch right over my nose. I was ordered to breathe deep for the next fifteen minutes. At the end of the session, the guys told me that I could either admit to the coach what I had been doing or I could come back tomorrow for more rehabilitation. There was no choice I was headed back tomorrow....
To Be Continued
