Superhero Socks
by Andrew Smyth
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"Thank you, thank you so much" I sobbed profusely to the latex clad muscular hero in front of me.
"Don't mention it, just glad to be of service" he replied.
You see, earlier tonight I was walking home from work, minding my own business when a gang or thugs dragged me into and alley and whacked me on the back of the head. That's all I can remember until I woke up and in front of me stood a vision of manliness, dressed in full superhero attire and surrounded by an unconscious group of muggers.
I have no idea what just happened but all I know is that I felt such gratitude for being saved by this hunk of a man that I would have done anything for him.
"How can I repay you? I've got money" I said, but I knew he didn't do it for the money. He was a paragon of virtue and rescuing those in distress was reward enough or so he thought.
"Please, I'll do anything for you, just let me help you" and with that I saw a slight smirk appear on his chiseled face.
"Well I do have a real ache in my foot, kicking the crap out of these criminals really takes its toll on you" he smirked back. Now, I'm not sure if one of his powers was mind reading but I have been obsessed with men's socks since I could remember and the thought of having a ripped hunk asking me to work with his feet was like a dream come true.
I tried to play it cool but I think the smile on my face or maybe the staring at his knee high boots must have given me away. Before I knew it, he grinned once more, picked me up and we were flying towards his secret base.
The decor in his base was pretty plain, not quite as grand as I had imagined, but when I turned round and saw this gorgeous man sitting down beginning to take his boots off I didn't care. “Don’t do that" I yelled, " I'll help you with those boots, I mean it's the least I can do." I had never actually acted upon my desire for men's feet before and I felt a little scared, but when I knelt down on the ground something just took over.
I gently tugged off his knee high leather boots and was instantly hit with a beautiful aroma of sweaty socks before I held his boot to my face and breathed in his scent. I could tell from his face he was shocked but when I grabbed his knee high bright red socks and started massaging his feet he quickly relaxed. They felt warm and wet to the touch but I was loving every minute, I wish I could've spent my whole life worshipping his feet because it just felt right.
I slowly raised his foot towards my face and breathed in slowly, I wanted to savor his musky man smell but I couldn't resist rubbing my face all over his feet. Before I knew it I began to lick from the heel of his sock up to the toes. I wish his feet went on forever because the taste of his sweat and the experience of my tongue rubbing up against his dirty socks and sweat were like pure bliss. I quickly stuck my other hand into his boot and began rubbing the soles because I wanted my hands to smell just like his sweaty feet.
As I said I had never done anything like this before but when you are in a room which is increasing smelling like sweaty socks your inner animal just take over. I began to lick his toes through his socks and really went to town on making sure each toe got the same service. I felt like every inch of these socks deserved my tongue all over them and when I looked up at his face I knew he felt the same. His eyes connected with mine and I could tell from his intense stare that he loved the thought of having someone looking after him for a change.
Suddenly, he pulled his socked foot from my face and using his toes he tried to pull his other sock off. As a socks man I wasn't sure about bare feet but for this god I would make an exception and I quickly grabbed his foot again.
“Don’t worry; I don’t want you to move a muscle. Tonight I'm here to serve you completely and nothing would make me happier than to take off your socks" I said before slowly rolling his socks down his muscular calves. Suddenly his sock popped off and I was presented with the most perfect bare feet I have ever seen. They had a slightly stronger smell than his socks and had a little hair on each toe but I wasn't complaining. With one hand I raised his foot to my mouth and licked his heel and with the other hand I stuffed his sock into my pocket. If one sock was all I was gonna get to remember this experience from I was gonna make sure I remember it well.
I felt ravenous now and began to suck his toes, really paying attention to his big toe because it seemed the most sensitive. I looked up again to see his brow was getting sweaty and I reluctantly pulled his foot out of my mouth to ask if he wanted me to make him a little more comfortable. He nodded and I slowly raised myself of the ground making as much body contact with him as possible. I rolled his sweaty latex top up and revealed a beautiful stomach glistening in sweat. I guess he was enjoying this as much as I was.
Just as I was leaning over to help him out of his tight pants he noticed his sock peeking out of my top pocket and began to laugh. I assume he knew what I wanted it for and this must have got him excited because he told me to strip in a voice I hadn't heard before. I was surprised but I wasn't gonna say no to this now semi naked Adonis sitting in front of me. In what felt like ten seconds my suit was off, all except for my black gold toe OTCs (when you have as strong a fetish as I do you wear these socks everywhere) and lucky for me he told me to leave them on.
At thought of worshipping those feet while lying on the ground just in my socks I dove onto the ground, pulled his other sock off and stuck both big toes into my salivating mouth. I felt like the happiest man in the world and just kept sucking and licking his feet, taking the occasional break to get a good sniff off his socks before it happened.
I heard a ringing noise in the background and he jumped up. I felt like a part of me had been torn away when his feet left my mouth but when he answered his phone I knew my hero had to leave me for now. Within half a second he was dressed , I guess super speed was another one of his powers but just before he flew off out the window he looked back and said he was gonna KICK the crap out of more scum just for me.
I had butterflies in my stomach just thinking about him getting sweaty for me and when I saw him flying off into the distance I had to take a second to take in what had happened. It felt like a dream until I reached into my pocket and found his sweaty red sock.
I took one last deep whiff for now and knew I would have an enjoyable night, but I also knew that this wasn't the last experience I would have with my hero who I began to call Sockman |
