The Amulet - Part 2
by Jayhawk303
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It’s been about a week since my socks and other articles of clothing came to life because of that Amulet thing (I can only imagine that’s what it was) that was given to me at the fair, and I have to say, I have never had a more pleasing sex life, nor came so many times in one week.
I have been felt up and massaged by my shirts, had my butt grabbed and humped by my jeans and boxers and have had my socks and shoes going hog wild on my face and cock pretty much every chance they get, ever since that night. It’s been interesting getting on with my life like normal wearing living clothing. Sometimes, they’ll have some fun with me in public, but never in a way that anyone can see, as if they can sense when people would be able to. I’ll be sitting in class and I’ll feel the fabric of my boxers tighten around my cock and start to rub it inside my pants, and then my socks will tighten on my feet, rubbing them, and then my shoelaces will start running over my legs and into my shoes, tickling my feet.
I will say though, that the best thing that’s happened is they’ve helped to improve my game. My baseball uniform controls my body for me while I’m out on the field, and I must say, it’s better than I am! My gloves always seem to know exactly the right time to swing the bat, and my pants, socks and shoes seem to know exactly when I should slide or how I should move in order to avoid getting out, and move me accordingly. I just let them; it’s easier than trying to fight it. Plus I get to look forward to after the game, in the locker room with my baseball uniform.
I’ll usually wait till everyone leaves, and then each item will remove itself from being worn by me, and assemble standing next to me, to make it look like some invisible person is wearing the items. Then, my gloves will grab me and pull me into the outfit. I can feel muscles inside the shirt as I rub my hands over it, feel a hot, tight ass inside the pants as I grab their butt and I can feel my socks playing footsie with my feet, rubbing themselves up my legs, as I rub my feet right back on them, and at the same time my gloves are holding me tight against my clothes, with my shoes up in my face, alternating back and forth on which one gets to make me smell them. I gotta say, having sex with my baseball uniform after the game in the locker room has been the best part of my clothes coming alive.
I don’t know what it is though, sometimes, I catch one of the new guys on the team checking me out. His name’s Mark and he’s pretty hot. 23, about 6’1, green eyes, short brown hair, muscular as all get out. Hot tight ass in his baseball pants that hug him in all the right places, and his socks and feet are perfect. I’ve caught myself staring at him a couple times, and I’ll start to feel my baseball pants pinching my ass with the fabric, and my jockstrap will start to rub one out, and I’ll have to calm down pretty fast and stop looking at him, before anyone sees what the hell is going on.
I think he saw them moving once, which surprises me, as they’re always so careful to never move in front of other people, or do it in a way that’s unseen. We were getting ready for a game in the locker room, and I had put my pants on (with a little help from them) and I was standing there, pants unzipped and unbuttoned putting on my shirt, when I felt my pants zip and button themselves up. I just smiled and shook my head, and then looked around, and caught Mark staring right at my crotch. I’m pretty sure he saw the whole thing. I looked at him, and he looked up and looked at me, kinda smirked a little, and then went out onto the field. I waited till I was alone.
“Did Mark just see you guys moving?” I asked. I didn’t get any response, kinda like they were not sure, or scared.
“Well, don’t do that again” I said to them. I felt my pants squeeze my butt, and my socks fell down and pulled themselves back up my legs, as if they were saying that they wouldn’t. Little did I know what they actually had in store.
Out on the field, I was “warming up” – at least my clothes were – when Mark happened to walk close by. My clothes must have decided that this was the perfect opportunity to betray me, and my gloves dropped the bat I was swinging onto the ground. So naturally, my shirt bent me over, and my pants made me bend at the waist to get it. There I was, bent over right in front of him with my ass hanging out in the air, pointed right at him as he walked by. My pants then decided it would be the perfect time to play a game of grab ass. “So help me god what will happen the next time we are alone if you do not stand me up right now” I thought inside my head.
Gratefully, they stood me up. Unfortunately they then turned me around and I happened to be face to face with Mark.
“You need some help with anything?” he asked.
“Yeah, your cock in my ass” I thought, but didn’t say out loud. “No, I’m good, just accidentally dropped my bat, but I’m fine now.” I said, a little too fast.
“Alright, just checking.” He said, and then turned to walk away. As I watched him walk away, I saw him trip down onto the ground. There was no reason for him to trip, I thought. In fact, it almost looked like he was pushed down. But when he went down, man, he must have hurt his ankle or something as his face was all red, and he was holding onto it. I rushed over to him.
“You OK buddy? Looks like you took a pretty bad fall.”
“Man, I don’t know. I think something might be wrong with my ankle.” He said.
“Well, let’s get you inside somewhere so that we can take a look.” I grabbed his arm and slung it over my shoulder, and helped him stand up and walked him back inside to the locker room, and set him down on a bench.
“Can I get you anything? Ice? Water?” I asked.
“No, I think it’ll be alright, I just need to sit for a minute and take the weight off,” he replied. Now it was my turn to be upset, as I felt my baseball pants sitting me down on the bench beside him. It wouldn’t have been that bad, but they made me sit pretty damn close. Then, I felt my glove start to move my hand. I looked to see where it was going, and it was headed right for Mark’s thigh! What are my clothes doing!? They can’t do this! Oh man, they’re going to get me assaulted by this guy for feeling him up. Once they get an idea, it’s hard to make them stop, and they easily overpower me. The only thing I could do was let it happen, as it’s useless to fight them.
I (actually, my glove) put my hand onto Mark’s thigh, and started to rub my fingers along the top. He jumped a little as my glove made contact, but then relaxed.
“Man, that feels good. It’s been so long since I’ve had a massage.” He said. What’s this? I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Do you want one?” I asked.
“Sure, if you’re offering,” he replied. He stretched out onto the bench, lying on his back. Pretty fast, I might add.
“Would you mind starting with my feet?” He asked. “Just be careful with the ankle.” Would I mind? Would I mind!? Hello no! This is what I live for!
“Sure, no problem.” I said. I went down to his shoes, and untied his cleats. Slowly, I removed them, so as not to bump his ankle. Once they were off, I was able to really get a good look at his socked feet. Man, where did this guy come from? He had to have some of the hottest feet I’ve seen in a long time. I glanced inside the cleat to see his foot size, and was surprised to see that he was a size 13. His second toe was almost as long as his big toe, and he had a nice, medium arch to his foot. I grabbed it and started to rub it. Well, my gloves did, but I would have done it just as fast as them if they hadn’t been on my hands.
“Mmmmm…God man that feels good.” Mark moaned, leaning back and closing his eyes. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, I felt my baseball pants unbutton and unzip themselves. They lifted me up slightly, and slid off, leaving me in my baseball shirt and socks, with my gloves on my hands making me rub Mark’s socked feet.
I then felt my socks start to take themselves off. I prayed that mark wouldn’t open his eyes and see my pants standing there by themselves, and my socks moving too. One sock walked over to my crotch, and started to rub itself on my cock, while the other jumped up on the bench, very close to Mark’s foot that I was currently massaging. Instead of doing anything to his foot, my sock hovered up in the air, and moved slowly up towards Mark’s face! “What is it doing?” I thought to myself. It can’t be going up there to make him smell it? Mark’s not into that! As if to confirm my fears, it hovered just above his face, and then pressed down onto it. To my utter surprise and shock, Mark moaned, grabbed the foot part of my sock and pressed it into his face. It must have been making sure that it felt like someone was wearing it, because mark didn’t seem to question why I’m on the floor, and my foot is up by his face, but he was definitely into it. I can’t believe it. There I was searching for another guy into the same stuff I am for the longest time, and my clothes find him instead.
“Oh Jason, you’re socks smell so good. Don’t stop.” He said, as he kept smelling and rubbing my sock with his eyes closed. I really hope he keeps them closed, because it would just be too awkward trying to explain to him what was going on, or why.
Just then, one of my gloves decided to take itself off, and it flew up to Mark’s crotch, and started to massage his cock through his baseball pants. As long as I only continued to use one hand to massage his socked feet, and not two, all would be well, or so I thought. Mark started humping against my baseball glove rubbing his cock, and I was really getting into it, watching my baseball uniform work him over. I had to have his feet in my face, so I pushed my face into his socks. Man, they smelled so amazing! Just the right amount of sweat and leather from his cleats.
Without thinking, I brought my other hand up to grab his other foot and press them both into my face.
Three hands at once (my two on his socks, and one of my gloves working his cock) must have been quite a shock, as he opened his eyes in a flash to look and see what was going on. He looked slightly bewildered, like he couldn’t really believe what was happening (much like me the first time), but then his eyes got real wide, and he started to back away from everything.
“Whoa! Holy Fuck! What the hell is going on here!?” he shouted, scared.
“Mark, I know this must be a shock to see, but it’s OK. Everything’s alright and nothing’s going to hurt you” I said to him.
My sock tried to walk over to him, but he must have been scared because he backed up right into the lockers. My glove flew back over to him, and tried to grab his cock again, but he batted it away with his hand.
“Dude, get it off! Make this stop!” He yelled at me. Just then my shirt took itself off me, and flew over to him, went behind him and grabbed his arms in a hold so that he couldn’t move them. Then, my baseball pants walked over to him, turned around and rubbed their ass against his crotch, grinding into him. I could see the he was still scared at what was going on.
“What the hell dude, get this stuff off me. What is this?” He asked, struggling against my shirt.
“My shirt’s only holding you like that because they don’t want you to struggle against it. Trust me, it’s easier to just let them do what they want.” I responded back.
“Well how did this happen?” He asked. “Have your clothes always been like this?”
“No, it’s just a recent thing. I think it’s because of some kind of magic or something. But it’s alright, they’ve never hurt me, and I don’t think they would ever do anything that I, or someone else, didn’t like.” I told him. As if to confirm this, my other glove I had been still wearing took itself off my hand, rose up to my head and tousled my hair a little bit, then patted my cheek, as if to say, “of course we would never hurt you.” Then both of my gloves rose up to my shoulders and started rubbing them. My other sock lifted my foot up off the ground to take itself off, and then both of my socks walked over to where Mark was standing, and started to rub his feet with themselves, while my pants were still grinding into his cock.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” I asked him.
“Well…yeah, it does.” He replied. “It’s just quite a shock, you realize. I mean, you don’t see this type of stuff happening every day.”
“Don’t I know it” I said, laughing.
“Well, can you ask your shirt to let me go? I’m not going to run away or hurt them.”
“Why don’t you tell them yourself?” I told him.
“Um, alright. Hey guys, so you can please let me go? I’m not going to hurt you, or Jason. In fact, I’d like to pick up where we left off…” he said, looking at me at the last part and gave me a little wink. My shirt eased up on his arms, and he was finally able to move them. My pants moved from grinding into his crotch to behind him where they gave him a little push forward, right into me. One of my gloves flew down and slapped his ass. “Hey,” he said, “Careful there little buddy.” My glove gave him a thumbs up, and started running its fingers on his back, up and down.
He grabbed me and held me against him, his eager mouth met mine, and we started to make out, standing in the locker room, both of us being poked and prodded, rubbed and massaged by my baseball uniform.
“Your ankle must be feeling better,” I told him.
“Yeah, I kinda faked that, hoping it would lead into here with you,” he said, “I just never imagined it would lead to this. I have to admit, it’s pretty hot.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I said.
“Whoa!!! Whoa whoa whoa whoa! Holy Fuck!” He shouted, backing up away from me.
“What happened?” I asked. He was speechless, and just pointing down at his feet. I looked down, and say that his shoes were untying themselves, and one lifted up his foot and removed itself and set his foot back down, and the other did the same thing, after which his socks took themselves off his feet as well, and then both his shoes and socks started walking around, joining my shoes and socks on the floor. Our footwear was playing footsie with each other.
“Holy shit Jason, how did you do that?” he asked.
“Um, I didn’t.” I said. Just then, one of my gloves tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed to all my clothes. My shirt waved it sleeve at me, and my socks kinda jumped up and down. My gloves gave me a thumbs up and an OK sign.
“Are your clothes saying that they did this?” Mark asked. One of my gloves gave him a thumbs up sign.
“I guess they just never found anyone who was worth it before, but, now they have.” I replied back to him.
“Man, that was the weirdest feeling I’ve ever felt in my life,” he said.
“It gets better, wait until you have a few different pairs of socks on you all at once,” I replied back to him. As if on cue, the rest of his outfit came to life. His pants started to massage his ass and cock, and his shirt was moving around on him as well.
“Whoa! I see what you’re saying” he said. His pants sat him down on the ground, and his shirt pressed down on his front, making him lie down on the floor. My shirt and pants put themselves back on me and made me straddle him, as one of my gloves grabbed his cock, and the other one grabbed my head and forced my mouth down onto his cock. Both of our socks walked over to us, and stood on either side of Mark’s face. They took turns making him worship them, while I sucked away on his insanely hard cock. My shoes had stepped up onto his thighs, teasing my asshole with their laces. My shirt was making me move up and down at just the right speed to drive Mark crazy.
“Oh god Jason, I can’t take too much of this! I’m in fucking heaven!” He started fucking my mouth like a mad man, while my glove still held me down onto his cock. His socks walked over to my face, and made me smell them as I breathed through my nose. I looked up to see what he was doing, and my socks were all over his face, stepping on it and grinding the foot part of themselves hard against his nose and mouth, and boy, was he loving it.
I felt something on my cock, and I looked down to see a different pair of socks working me over. They looked like Patrick’s socks that he wore to practice today but changed out of when he put his uniform on. He’s the pitcher on our team, and one of the hottest guys whose socks I’ve fantasized about worshipping for the longest time. Sure enough, other clothes were getting up out of his gym bag and coming to life too. Locker doors were opening and other clothes were coming out of our teammates’ lockers. It was as if every guys’ clothes were coming to life all at the same time. I saw gym workout clothes, jeans, jockstraps, t-shirts and jerseys and all sorts of different pairs of socks and shoes all coming alive. Some of them came over to us and had some fun, others embraced each other and it looked like they were having sex with each other.
Mark noticed too, and asked what was happening. I tried to stop sucking long enough to say what I thought, that our clothes were able to bring the others to life, but my shirt and glove held me in place on his cock, and all I managed to say was “MMmpphhff.”
“God, this is fucking amazing!” Mark said, and bucked into my mouth faster and faster. I could feel him tightening up, getting ready to blow his load.
“Oh shit dude, I’m gonna cum!” He yelled, and his roar as he did was only outdone by how forcefully his cum hit the back of my throat. My socks were seriously going to town on his face, wiggling invisible toes on his nose and face and stomping the hell out of his face. He liked it rough, I guess. My kinda guy. I came at the same time, being fondled by Patrick’s socks and fucking the arches while they wiggled around on my cock. True to form, they soaked up every drop of cum.
Just then, we heard our teammates in the hallway coming in from practice. All the clothes heard it too, and some darted back into hiding in bags and lockers, but a majority started to walk towards the doors to the locker room. Holy shit! What are they doing? I thought. Our teammates were just about at the door to open it. Mark and I looked at each other, and we both had the same expression on our faces.
It seemed our fun with each other was only just starting, and was about to get a whole lot more involved.
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