I disliked the warm seasons; the moment spring came around; I would catch the scent of everything. I mean everything, I was a sensual person, everything was sensed with accentuation. There were a few things I disliked; I wasn’t fond of much and that’s how I would see myself, as a bitter person who enjoyed his solitude. Even though people saw the good in me, and they had always insisted that I was a sweet person, I always tried to scare people away, if not wearing black all the time, then giving them an intimidating look. It Helped that I was skinny and had pale skin, I liked to think that I was the grim reaper. I had a hard time growing up, it was easy to get me to trust you, and then betray me, and make fun of me, and use me for things you need. So, I have my history with shitty people, the few friends I made were something special, but they moved away. They always moved away.

I didn’t really have much friends, given my history, but then again, my experience helped me pick out the bad from the good. I did have one friend however who stuck around, His name was Matty. Matty was a really kind person, he was a dirty blond, typical handsome features hidden by a beard that was growing but not yet fully realized, the messy hair on top of his head was short, but long enough to be brushed back whenever he felt the need, he had a wide head that matched perfectly with his jawline, he was bulky, his muscles were starting to develop from his new habit of working out at the gym.

It was a Friday night and I had gone to visit Matty, we had planned a sleepover tonight. Sleepovers were a regular thing for us, if I remember correctly, I have been coming over almost every Friday this month. The nights were the same but different, I get there, Matty says hi, I say hi, we talk about conspiracies we had just learned about, order dominoes or McDonalds from Uber Eats and then play some PlayStation. It felt good to be over, it made me forget the stress of life and what was to come.

Matty was a good friend, I don’t know how I have been so lucky to meet Matty, but it happened at school. Matty was the outgoing one, always maintained a conversation with ease, like he’s been doing it since he was born. I never understood why Matty started talking to me, I was an introvert, bad at sports, not popular, he the opposite. I attempted to scared everyone who got near me. But not Matty, he found me funny at times when I was trying to be creepy. Somehow Matty and I hit it off, granted, he was also clever when the muses struck him.

Reaching the top of the stairs on the 4th floor, I breathed heavily, and caught my breath after a few seconds. Afterwards I proceeded to walk to Matty’s apartment door and knocked three times, “Who is it?” a voice immediately answered on the other side of the door, “It’s me, who else could it be?” I answered back. The door swung open and a tall figure appeared, wearing a dark blue shirt with the superman symbol on it, white shorts, and flipflops, “Oh, it’s you. I keep forgetting you knock as soft as a mosquito landing on my skin.” He smirked, “And yet you answered the door almost immediately.” I smiled back. Matty hugged me, and I hugged him back. I could tell he had worn his current shirt multiple times, his shirt smelled like it was well worn, it wasn’t a strong scent, but enough for me to pick up on it. It seems Matty didn’t do anything the whole day, since he also smelled of bedsheets.

He gestured for me to come in by stretching his right muscled arm into the apartment, holding the door with his left foot. I looked up at Matty as he smiled at me, I flashed him a quick smile before he realized my face was starting to redden -even though my skin complexion did not produce a visible blush, I still believed that somehow he could tell my face was starting to heat up-, I quickened my pace passed him so he couldn’t look at my expression. He didn’t notice…or at least I think he didn’t.

I was standing in the living room, it’s the first room you enter when you come into the apartment. The apartment itself only had one bedroom and one bathroom, the living room was painted yellow, illuminated by a ceiling fan light, the fan seemed to be old, makes sense since the apartment now had central air. I wouldn’t describe it as small, it was a pleasant space, maybe because of how familiar it was to me. The living carpeted living room consisted of one a beige couch the could fit two people, a small plain wooden table in the center – worn out over the years-, a large flat screen Tv screwed onto the wall across from the couch, and two windows looking out the front of the building. To the right side of the entrance led a short hallway to the bathroom, and to the left, towards the left end of the room was a pocket room with no entrance wall that was the kitchen, which was part of the living room itself, and right next to the couch, on the right side, was the bedroom door.

Matt’s parents weren’t around, they had passed away in a car accident a few years ago. When the news of his parents passing reached far enough, his estranged brother appeared to attend the funeral. After spending a few days in the city, Erick decided to take Matty under legal guardianship. They got along, with the occasional arguments, but nothing serious, like whose turn is it to clean the dishes or the apartment, things like that. Erick had always made me feel strange, he also had an intense stare, like he was waiting for you to do or say something you didn’t know you were supposed to, because you didn’t know.

I haven’t seen Erick in years, his schedule had always never interfered with our schedule, he normally worked night shifts at a construction site. This meant that I could sleep in Ericks bed while Matty slept in his own bed. Erick’s bed always smelled of stale sweat and faded cheap cologne. I would always get a hard on when I would catch his scent, I don’t know why but it just happened out of nowhere. I enjoyed being covered in Ericks sheets. Still, I wished it was the same case with Matty’s bed…

We had ordered Dominoes’ Pizza, me having only two slices, Matty only having everything else, we watched a movie as we ate, it was a weird psychological movie, which was Matty’s favorite type of movie. He was laid out sprawled on the couch, I was sitting on the ground on the right of him, near the kitchen. He had offered to sit properly so I wouldn’t have to sit on the ground, but I had insisted it didn’t bother me, and that the carpet made it comfortable for me to sit still for a while. Secretly I had like to sit in this location because he would sometimes randomly paw at my ribs to tickle me with his feet or place it near my mouth when it reeked, I would fantasize about what else he would do to me given the right motivation, but I was mousy person when it came to conversation.

 “Call of Duty?”, he asked in the middle of a scene where a woman was getting cut up into pieces, “Sure” I replied, knowing well that I wasn’t going to be the one playing, not because he didn’t let me, but because I was terrible at shooting games, I would play and die a soon as I was placed somewhere random on the map. Matty would laugh and tease me when it would happen, telling me how much I sucked and how he has more skill in one finger than I do in my entire body. I liked when he teased me.

“Alright, I’ll play a game and then you, unless you’re to scared to play” he jabbed me in the neck with his left foot, I twitched in surprise, “I know how much you like me to take the controller and save you from dying to quickly”, jabbing me twice before getting a response, “Hmm, how about I’ll tell you when I’m ready to play? I need to prepare to win.” He scoffed, “How about you just watch me play sweetheart, I don’t want you to get traumatized”, I rolled my eyes mockingly. I liked watching him play his games, he would get angry, but never direct it at me, he would get mad at the whole world, but never me, it made me feel good, like I was different, in a good way.

After a while, later in the night, while Matt was still focused on his match, I had gone into the bathroom. I had started to undress, when I noticed in the corner of my right eye, Matt’s pair of gray running shoes, on the floor in front of the sink. I froze, not in fear, but in excitement. I loved smelling Matt’s socks and shoes, their scent always made me want to burry my face as much as I could into them, to the point where I get rub burns on my face.

I bent down on both my knees and stared at his running shoes with intense focus, like I was to be careful, lest I break something. I pick up one of his shoes, appraise them, every detail could not escape my sight, I traced every line, pattern and crack I could spot, even the orange streak lines on the dirty sock. Everything. My heart was racing at how real this was…I inhaled, it was a bittersweet smell, like a vinegar laced sugar cookie, more vinegar than sugar, it was enough to make my eyes water a bit, accompanied by the odor a shoe would produce by years of use, it was musty. I realized my eyes rolled almost under my half-closed lids, I was also releasing a long soft moan, all of this happened in seconds. I realized my face was pressed hard against the opening of his shoes; my cock was fully erect. I had the unbearable desire to touch myself, but I couldn’t, I had been here to long, I had to hurry, or did I? I didn’t know how long it has been since he came in here, but he had to hurry and finish.

I had finally finished showering and putting on my clothes that I didn’t realize I brought my thin fabric boxers, they were alright, but not alright to show people, they looked flimsy. I thought ‘whatever’, and continued to dress, prepping myself, saying to myself how he wouldn’t notice. But he did notice. I walked out to a see a wide eyed Matty, his lips slightly parted, gaze locked on my crotch. I knew I had fucked up, Matty’s lips started to curve in a smile meant to hold back laughter.

“Well, um I, I like your pantiss…I mean undergarments, guy pants-under, umm…” Matt said, nodding in circular motions, elongating every syllable as he spoke, waving his hands to the sound of his voice. Do you remember Infinity Wars? when Thanos turns half the universe to dust? I wanted to be them. Everything started going dark, my vision was starting to narrow. These gray, satiny looking, embarrassing boxers were going to be the end of me, I almost couldn’t breathe from the embarrassment.

“Hey man, it’s okay.” Matt said, with a calm look on his face, the humor gone from his voice, “I got some pairs you can barrow, shit happens. Right?” I almost cried at his empathy, “yeah. But really it only happens to me” I blurted out, trying to hide the mix of emotions. Matt didn’t care, he tried joking again to make me feel relaxed, it worked. I forgot what had happened and forgot to change into the pair Matt had offered me, afterwards we sat and talked a bit.

An hour had passed, Matty started playing on his console again, this time it was some puzzle game that I did not bother to remember, it was a game more to my liking, but I was getting tired. He had turned the lights off after his eyes started to get irritated, even though the lights were turned off he would occasionally rub his eyes with one of his bulky fists. This time, Matty was on the floor, and I was laid on the couch. I would stare at him when he wasn’t looking back at me asking things. I would look at the back at his head and follow it down his thick neck, raking my gaze down his broad back, one day, instead of my eyes, it would be my hands passing down his sweaty back, I thought to myself, even though I knew it would never be like that. Matty was my friend, and nothing else.

Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound snapped me out of my daze, Matt had quickly looked to the door, my heart still racing, it helped in calming the storm that was happening in my body, between my legs. “Who the hell can that be?” Matt said in a low voice, I didn’t answer, “Yo Matty, open up. It’s me, Erick”. Erick! I thought to myself, why is he here? This is not supposed to happen, he is not supposed to be here. There was a hint of irritation in his voice, “Alright, hold on” Matt said as he got up and looked at me with a confused expression. I returned the look.

Matt had unbolted the door and swung it open, revealing an imposing figure. It was Erick. The last time I saw Erick was years ago, he was slimmer back then, the opposite of what he looks like now. Erick was bigger and taller than Matt by a foot and a half, his facial features resembled Matts. Eric, unlike Matt, Had darker hair, a thick stubble almost covering his chin dimple, a full head of hair, and an olive pale skin tone, his head sat upon a thick, bullish neck, with a chest to match, attached to the sides were bulging muscled arms and thighs thicker than a tree stump, with a pot belly at the center, the only part on his entire body was wasn’t visible was his feet, he was wearing dark brown work boots, Baggy blue jeans that weren’t baggy on him, it was fitted, and a XXL white shirt, that fitted him medium. Typical construction worker attire. He must be what Greek gods look like.

His boots thumped, hard on the carpet like it was bare wood floors. He glided towards the center of the room, he reached up, and with a hard tug pulled the string attached to the ceiling fan, turning on the lights. It was shining bright, making cover my eyes while trying to peek over my left forearm, “Little man?” the voice said in a cheer, “Hey Erick” was all I could muster, my eyes still trying to adjust. “Sorry, I can turn off the lights” He offered, “No it’s fine” I eagerly said in a low voice. My sight finally came into focus, I saw Erick looking down at me, then lowered to look at my forsaken boxers. For the fact that I was so nervous, I did not get a boner, especially at this moment.

After what felt like an eternity, his gaze finally broke, “Sorry if I spooked y’all, I had to come in early, one of my coworkers decided to get disrespectful and I lost my temper, I socked him good. I fixed my position so Erick could sit, he was complaining how much his feet hurt from walking here and to at work. As he sat, he let out a large exhale, as if turning off a large steam machine. He sat to my right, expelling waves of body heat and odor, if it weren’t for the AC I would’ve started sweating, I could smell his off brand cologne, it was a faded sweet scented musk, the couch underneath sank with him, I struggled to stay on my end and not roll over him, by accident.

“Time to take off these bad boys”, Erick said to a distracted Matty. As he bent forward, untying his right boot laces, stretching the opening like his large foot obviously was doing to the entire boot, I don’t think they make sizes big enough for his feet, it was creaking with the effort of him trying to take it off. It finally came off, my suspense burning me from the chest down. Almost instantly, the smell hit me, not like running into a brick wall, but like entering forcefully into me. The smell that infiltrated my lungs was different from Matt’s, this time, it smelled like cheese, exotic cheese, accompanied by a dense texture, along with the warmth it produced, coalesced into this intoxicating entity, entering me, tickling everything nerve trailing into my being. As I inhaled the, the first place the intoxication sensation visited were my nipples, since I had pierced them, they had tended to radiate pleasurable sensations now and again. Next was my stomach, I would get butterflies every time I inhaled, like being on a roller-coaster. Then it was my pelvis, it started at my hole, relaxing it, that same sensation when you sniff poppers, it went across my taint, past the shaft, then finally settling at my smaller head. He had me ready for him, and all he did was take off his boot. Is this what pheromones do to you?

He crossed his right leg over his left knee, pointing his socked foot at me, I almost fainted, not for the fact that my penis could almost feel the fabric of his ranked socks on its surface, but because my put all his will power into not getting a boner, the sensation to that was like holding your pee while your bladder was full, my penis burned in frustration. His socks were black, and losing color to the stains he created, if the was even possible. he started to massage his foot with both stubby fingers, the size of his foot could only be compared to the size of a football. Her grabbed his foot with such force, like trying to squeeze the sweat out of it. Right there I imagined waiting on the floor, with my mouth open, ready to drink every drop. his muscles flexing from the effort. I was in a coma of restrained pleasure.

After massaging his foot, he finally peeled off his right sock, it had a yellow tint, I imagined it was from friction of his boots with sweat stains, oh, I wished I could have gone for it right then and there, while it was still fresh. He placed his ragged sock on the floor, I stared at it. After looking back up at his foot, sneaking a peak, I got a good glimpse of his colossal feet, they were as big as I imagined, one foot measured the entire size of my pelvis, there was more hair on it than Matty’s, they had a nice arch, his toes were unnaturally thick, like it almost fused with the other toes, to the point where it didn’t seem like anything could pass through the gaps between them. It was red with his hand marks.

He started massaging his foot again, this time his stubby fingers started massaging it bare. The fingers glided on the sweat covering the entire foot, it was like he was massaging oil on himself. I mentally pictured it was me doing this for him, experiencing waves of pleasure as I massaged his sweaty foot, letting him use my boxers if he needed me to dry them, licking it clean for him, whatever he wanted, if only that weren’t just a fantasy.

After he had completed the task with his other foot, he placed both feet on their corresponding sock. Letting them cool, and air out. The odor took hold of the entire living room in seconds, like black smoke suffocating the air in a fire, except it was invisible, and didn’t make me want to cough. Erick allowed it to flow, like he was asserting his dominance over us by doing this. Matt looked back in annoyance, “Can you stop wearing the same socks for weeks on end? It gross”, Erick grinned, “Well, it’s your turn to do the laundry. Now be quiet and play your game”.

After a while, Erick got up. Reached in front of him and pulled the string, the lights went back off. He went to the kitchen area, pulled something out from the top of the fridge. He came back and sat down, he had brought a box of doughnuts, the kind with 3 different powder flavors. He reached inside the box and started rumbling through the pile, well, I mean it was organized, not it’s not. “Dammit Matty, you ate all the chocolate ones” He yelled, licking the powdery residue of his hands, “just take a white powdered one”, Matty replied. Frustrated. Erick grabbed a white powdered doughnut and his whole hand, and then, he stopped. He looked at me surprised, “I’m sorry, where are my manners”, he reached to the side and offered me the doughnut, I could smell his feet in his hand, mingling with the white powdery smell. “Ok” Was all I could say in a loud yelp, they all looked at me. I had to think fast, “Sorry, I answered in the middle of a sneeze”, there was silence. Suddenly two roaring voices boomed with laughter, “oh god, I forgot how funny you were”. He whipped tear from his face, and then once again offered his doughnut to me, I took it gracefully, as to not alert them.

I held it in my hand as if looking at the world’s last doughnut. It seemed that keeping it on top of the fridge in this weather caused it to somehow gather moisture and create a paste out of the powder. That or Erick caused it by sticking his full fingers into the box throwing caution to the wind. Matty and Erick were the same in their mannerisms, they weren’t delicate with their food, or things. Even though they were sloppy, it made me feel comfortable, comfortable that these people don’t really care how they live their lives, if they live it to their fullest.

I started where the print of his thumb appeared, it was divine. In don’t know what caused the powder to become pasty, but I went with the second optioned, a doughnut fused with the sweat of his feet. I was fortunate that his scent clung hard on its pasty goodness. After that first bite, I let the piece sit in my mouth while making sure all my tastes buds got their share. I swiveled it with my tongue. It was warm, the sweetness mixed with the salty, creating heaven in my mouth.

Erick decided to cross both of his huge legs onto the couch, his jeans stretching past their limit. Unsuspectedly, his right food pressed onto the side of my leg, it was warm on the verge of hot, it had a smooth texture to it. Somehow, his foot longer than my thigh. The instant I realized what just happened I almost went blind with shock, it was the feeling of orgasm, without the work, it sent waves of shivers throughout my body. There was no body, there was no me, the only thing that existed in that moment was the physical contact me had just made, along with the sweat rush going through my body.

And then it happened. I orgasmed. Somehow, my body decided to ejaculate. Somehow the restraint I held up was ineffective. My penis, soft as it was, came. It went out of me like water rushing out of a dam. It was warm, pleasant, my body was excited it did it, but I refused to acknowledge it. I was focused on how I was going to hide this, if they found out what had just happened, I would die. I had to think of something, and quick.

He had not notice us ever making contact, he was just like Matty in that way, not having any boundaries. I kept glancing at out form the corner of my eye, he had not looked over, stuffing his face with treats. The fact that the lights were now turned off made it easy for me to just get up and walk to the bathroom and wash up, it should be easy for me not to create a fiasco and end up embarrassed twice in one night. I decided to just do it.

As I was getting ready to move, I felt a large blunt object go pass by my back and grab my left arm. “I’m glad Matty has a friend like you. You’re all he talks about”, He whispered, his hot breath caressing my neck, looking down at me. “Really? I’m sure Matty has better friends than me, outside our relationship I mean”, I said with a hint a doubt to that piece of information. “No, contrary to popular belief, Matty doesn’t allow anyone to come over. Just you” He smiled, laughing a little.

After he stopped chuckling, Erick proceeded to keep his arm around me, only losing some tension. He quickly leaned forward to warn Matty of the enemy he just missed. Matty continued to ignore him. After he sat back again, his arm had managed to hook around my head, shoving my head into his sweaty armpit, while his left middle finger brushed my left nipple, where it stayed. I almost made a small moan, I wanted to, but right now the only thing I allowed to be satisfied right now was breathing, and that would have to do.

There I was, smelling armpit as well, was I dreaming? I blacked out in my mind, the pleasure was fading, and leaving way for a new form of pleasure, the pleasure of numbness. I was afraid, afraid of what my happen, how they were going to catch me doing what I do? And then, I realized something. This is how men of this caliber behave, getting close to another where it’s all platonic. I started to relax, took and exhale, and then I inhaled.

He smelled like strong wet herbs, the pungent ones. It made my eyes water a bit, going into my nose and into my house, giving me a bitter taste. I realized that his left middle finger was pressed slightly hard to my left nipple. His hand started transmitting heat to it, quickly. I noticed my nipple had gotten hard. Like hard, hard. Obvious hard. And, he hadn’t really realized any of it. And it’s not like I couldn’t move anyway, his massive arm kept me in place. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was partially leaning on him, my shoulders would have been injured.

I laid there, not moving a muscle, in an awareness of full of ecstasy. Matty fell asleep on the floor while we were watching some indie horror movie. Erick fell asleep around the same time. I on the other hand was enjoying being awake. My jizz had dried a long time ago. It was useless to try and restrain my penis from getting hard. Did you know that your penis does not have to be hard or touched for you to feel pleasure? Cause I didn’t. I forgot why I even tried; it was utterly useless.

I don’t know how long I was out for, but it was still dark when Matty woke me up, “Hey, get up, let’s go to the sleep on an actual bed’, he said with a low groggy voice. I sat up and realized Erick wasn’t next to me. I didn’t sense him getting up, his moisture was still on my shirt and boxers, must have been recent. My body was sore in sensitive areas, I don’t even know how that was possible, I didn’t do anything. I nodded and followed him to the bedroom.

We entered his room, I wasn’t a big room, it was the size of a small shed, but big enough to fit the two beds, each at the other end of the room, and a small wooden wardrobe. There was no window, which was an odd thing for a room not to have. This meant that there was no circulation, making the air stale and thick. Matty had pointed to his bed, gesturing for me to sleep there for the night, while he slept with Erick. I held my excitement; I was finally going to sleep in Matty’s bed.

 As I was getting ready to sit and lay down, I hear Erick yell at Matty, “What the hell are you thinking? You know damn well we don’t fit in the same bed!”, he spoke loudly, “Well what do you expect? For me to sleep on the floor?” Matty offered, “No you fool, sleep in your own bed and have him sleep here, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind”, he proclaimed. “Well, you don’t mind, do you?”, Erick asked me, “It’s fine, I don’t mind”, I spoke into the dark damp room, hiding my disappointment. I so badly to sleep in his bed, to cover myself in his sheets. Instead, I was going to sleep next to Erick, his body could easily crush me if he rolls over in his sleep.

Erick’s bed was placed to the left of the room, pushed up against the wall, “Sleep next to the wall, I don’t want to push you out the bed. I did that to Matty once when he was younger and his head good on the floor”, he said with amusement in his voice, “Ok” I said nonchalantly. Before I knew it, his right hand reached around the small of my back and urged me over him to the other side. By the way he shoved me on to the bed I could tell that to him it was a slight push.

My head opposite of his, my restraint on my boner finally faded completely, his feet right next to my face. Before I knew it, he and Matty had fallen fast to sleep.

To be continued…