Luke's sweaty socks

The following is a true story.

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One of my best friends, Luke, lived next door. He was a few years older but we'd always been close. I honestly found him extremely attractive. Fit, cocky and straight as an arrow. I knew I was gay, I knew I had this fetish, but I was in the closet. We used to play this stupid wrestling game on the PS2 ALL the time. Even though I don't really care for wrestling, I knew he enjoyed it so I never complained. We'd play the "Royal Rumble" mode and try to stay in the ring as long as possible. He'd usually beat me but this time I had the upper hand! At least I thought I did... A few seconds later, he tossed me out the ring. To say I was a bit pissed would be an understatement. "FUCK!" I yelled as I dropped the controller and flung myself backwards on his bed, knocking some of the chocolate we'd been eating onto his bedroom floor. 

5 second rule right? I picked one of the pieces up and shoved it in my mouth, still bitter about losing. Luke was laughing at my reaction but as soon as I put the chocolate that'd been on the floor in my mouth, he stopped and said "Dude, you're not gonna eat that right?"

"Of course I am! It was on the floor for all of 2 seconds, who cares?" I replied, still irritated.

"But I just leave my dirty laundry all over, who knows what you're eating" he said. I could tell he was watching me closely, waiting to see what my reaction would be.

"I really don't care! Besides, giving your body a few germs to deal with is actually good for your immune system." Hearing this, Luke's eyes widened and a grin formed on his face. What was he planning?

He was wearing white Nike socks. Well they would have been white, but he'd clearly been wearing them a while. The soles were pretty dark and I could tell they were sweaty. He'd probably been doing some work out before I'd come over. He started to rub his sweaty sock on the floor, back and forth as quickly as he could. He looked at me and said simply "lick that then." He pointed to the spot where he'd just been grinding his sock and I looked back at him. 

Of course I wanted to, but I had to act like I didn't. "No way, that's disgusting!" I said, shocked about what was happening. "But some germs will be good for you right?" he threw back immediately, still wearing his shit eating grin.

Damn. He had me and he knew it. Given time, I probably could have come up with something to say to get out of doing it. But, a) I didn't have the time, and b) I didn't want to get out of doing it. I sighed, got down on the floor and licked it. It was warm on my tongue and even though I couldn't really taste much, it stunk of feet. He'd only rubbed them on there for a few seconds... how did it smell this much!? He burst out laughing. "How did that taste?" he asked after what felt like an eternity. I told him the truth and that I didn't really taste anything. He smirked and said "Well, you obviously didn't get enough in your system then. Let's fix that..."

I froze. I could swear I'd had this fantasy so many times in my head, but I never expected it to become reality. The fact that I hadn't even done anything to initiate it and Luke was masterminding the whole thing made it all that much hotter to me. All I could do was watch as he reached for one of the other pieces of chocolate I'd knocked on the floor in my hysteria over losing.

What the hell was he going to do? I expected him to put it where he'd rubbed his sock and have me eat it off there, but he went further. He placed the square of chocolate on the sole of his sock and continued grinning at me. I feigned a look of disgust. "What? This is nothing!" he snickered, then pressed his other socked sole on top and rubbed them together hard. I should mention, it was a very hot day...that chocolate had no chance.

I stared in genuine shock as he spread that chocolate across his damp, dirty socks like you'd spread butter on toast. Every time I thought he'd finished, he'd laugh and continue rubbing making sure it covered as much surface area as possible. "Done!" he said with a satisfied sigh. I was in a trance. I couldn't move. "C'mon man, come get your immunity boost." 

I still couldn't move...

"Fucking get over here and clean my socks!" he shouted, a flash of anger crossing his face. This snapped me out of it. What could I do? I'd already licked his sock sweat off the floor and if he told anybody... I couldn't risk angering him now. I shuffled over and he put both feet on my face. "That's better! See, not so hard right?" Oh how wrong he was, but I digress.

"Wait." he commanded. He was trying to get more comfortable. "This isn't going to work. Lie face up on the floor HERE!" I did as he asked and he wasted no time putting his feet back on my face, making himself as comfortable as possible. "Before you eat, pass me the controller." Again, I did as he asked. He started playing wrestling again, while I was on the floor with his chocolate covered disgusting socks in my face... and I couldn't have been happier.

Pinned to the floor under his powerful feet, licking chocolate off his nasty socks was amazing. Had I been told that morning that this was how my day was going to go, I wouldn't have believed it. I would've believed winning the lottery more likely than this... Every so often, Luke would shift his weight, using my face for support.

My mouth was starting to get tired after all this licking but there was no way in hell I was stopping. Luke didn't care though, he kept them on my face expecting them cleaned. "Let's look at your progress." He said after completing one of his matches. Pulling them off my face, he inspected his socks. "Still rank. Don't worry I'll help you." He didn't even look at me, he put his socks right back on my face and started his next match. This time though, they weren't stationary. He started rubbing them, hard, much like he had with the floor earlier. 

I don't know how long I was down there, but I wished it was longer. Truthfully, I wished I could stay there forever. My face was sore, and littered with chocolate but still he continued. I stuck my tongue out a few times but I honestly don't even think he noticed. He was too invested in his game. After a few more victories, he stopped. "Dude it's getting late and your immune system should be boosted. I need a shower, my feet stink." He smirked at me as I got up off the floor. I was unsure what to say. "I'll catch you tomorrow." He added.

"Uh, yeah man. See ya." I replied. I left his room and headed downstairs, trying not to be seen by anybody.

I pulled my shoes on and left. Luckily, living just next door, it wasn't exactly a long walk. I burst through my front door, completely lost in thought. So lost in thought, in fact, that I didn't notice my mum, who was cleaning. "I'm baaac..." I started shouting, but stopped when I saw her. "What's that on your face?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, chocolate." I answered, hesitantly.

"How on Earth did you get chocolate all over your face? It's on your forehead too." 

Oh God... How the hell was I gonna answer this? I said the first thing that came to mind. "Oh, we were just doing dares and stuff." She seemed satisfied with the answer.

"Well go get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready soon." She smiled. 

"Y-yeah, that's where I'm going now." I went upstairs and headed into the bathroom. First locking the door and then looking in the mirror. Damn... my face was vile... chocolate was smeared all over it, along with some hairs, lint and whatever else coated the bottom of Luke's socks. I cleaned up and the day ended without note.

The next day nothing was out of the ordinary. I saw Luke, we hung out, played some games and didn't even mention what happened. We'd mention immune boosters every now and then as an in-joke, but other than that it was never brought up again. I'm still friends with him to this day, though naturally we don't see each other nearly as much. He works in construction now and has a pretty hot girlfriend. But I'll always remember the time when I was at his feet...