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Archive name: socks.txt (mm-teens, mast)
Aythors name: David Meyers
Story title : THE BABYSITTER GETS SOCKED
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The summer after my sophomore year in college I spent most of my time hang-
ing around the house. When our neighbors, the Martins, asked if I would
mind babysitting for their 9 year old son Andy. Andy's older brother Chris
was going to be out for most of the evening so they needed someone to watch
after him. Chris was a very attractive 17 year old. He was tall and
solidly built, perhaps a little clumsy in navigating his size 13 feet. I
suppose that he got them from his father...another one with the lucky num-
ber foot size. I had the opportunity several times that summer to have
fooled around with their footwear. I was not babysitting for my health. I
had been developing a fixation on mens socks and underwear. They didn't
have to be in them, they didn't even have to be used...but I preferred them
that way.
I arrive at the Martins around 7:00 PM, everything runs smoothly. Andy and
I watch some TV together until about 10:00. Once he's in bed...I begin my
search for a hot pair of socks to J/O into. First I check his Dad's
bedroom for a pair. I really like the kind he wears and had stolen several
pairs for my private collection. The room was clean and free of all dis-
carded clothing. I checked out the hamper in the bathroom. Empty! A
quick trip to the laundry room revealed that there wasn't a dirty sock or
brief to be had. All clean! I was really frustrated. The Martins weren't
due home until well after midnight. I really needed to get off. On a whim
I decided to check out Chris's room; knowing that 17 year olds had a habit
of throwing their clothes everywhere. Maybe his Mom hadn't cleaned out his
room yet. I was delighted with what I found.
The room was stuffy and musky, that teen odor from too many sweaty clothes
laying around. And his Mom had not touched a thing. There was a carpet
underfoot of socks, jocks, underwear, T-shirts, jeans...etc. I was really
getting aroused by the smell of it. Until now I had not really thought of
Chris's socks or his feet as exciting. I had a crush on his father...I was
generally "into" older men. I also preferred those oversized, dark furry
socks that his Dad wore, to the usual white sweatsocks that Chris prefers.
However...like father, like son...along with some really grungy sweats
there were an odd assortment of the kind just like his Dad's. Thank you
Mom!
I picked one up and sniffed the toe. I couldn't believe it... I liked
it better than his Dad's. The toes of the socks I had in my hand were
slightly hard from too much sweat. I sat on the bed and searched for a
pair that would make my cock feel good. Picking up a pair from next to the
bed I was shocked to discover that they were caked with cum! So Chris had
been jerking off into his socks! I imagined that he really did not share
my fetish. I suppose that they were just convenient. A picture came into
my head of Chris, laying naked on his bed, legs spread wide, and a sock
covering his dick while he slowly stroked himself to a climax. I gathered
up a bunch of socks into a pile and buried my face in them. Taking down my
shorts, I pretended that I was Chris and lay on his bed. I tried stroking
myself with different pairs until I found one that felt the best. I closed
my eyes and breathed in the locker room smell all around me. I wanted to
make this last. Suddenly I saw car lights beam through the window.
Someone was home. I threw the socks away and quickly tried to make myself
presentable. Peeking out the hall window I saw that it was Chris...home
early.
I made it to the sofa in the TV room just as the back door opened. Chris
came in wearing a football jersey, jeans and sneakers. Even though I was a
couple of years older and we had different friends...Chris and I had
developed a casual friendship. So when he saw me sitting on the sofa, he
came right in and sat down next to me. My hardon had gone down in the
flurry of excitement, but now, looking at Chris in the flesh, it was coming
back. He had a fight with his date so he had come right home after the
movie. He asked me about what I was watching on TV and invited me to stay
until the movie that I was (pretending to be) watching was over. I guess
he was feeling pretty horny and started asking me a lot of questions about
girls in college. I fielded them the best I could, all the while thinking
about maybe having sex with him. He started getting into a really deep rap
about girls, guys, sex, school. During this he kicked off his sneakers and
put his feet up on the sofa next to me. His white sweat socks were sweaty
and fragrant. I don't think he even noticed. After a while the proximity
of his feet was making me feverish. I was hoping that the conversation
would take a turn, like it does in all those dirty stories I've read, where
I would say something like...let's jerk off together...can I touch
yours?...do you ever jerk off into your socks? Well it didn't happen that
way.
What happened was... Chris got a cramp in his foot! Can you believe
it? So of course I offered to massage it. I took his socked foot into my
hand and rubbed the cramp out of it. However, I was not going to let go so
fast. I offered a little preventative medicine. I pulled his sock off and
began massaging his bare foot. Then I did the same to the other foot. I
turned so his feet were in my lap and hid my erection. My medicinal mas-
sage began to turn erotic. I couldn't help it...it just seemed natural.
My touch got lighter and more caressing. Chris didn't seem to mind...he
just closed his eyes and smiled. Then he jerked a little and told me that
I was tickling him. I held on to his foot tighter and tickled the soles of
his feet. He laughed and told me that I was making his dick get hard so
would I please stop. I did stop...tickling his feet. I leaned over and
licked the soles of his feet. Chris looked surprised...but he didn't ask
me to stop. In fact, when I took his bare toes into my mouth he told me it
felt great. He never asked me why. I told him that if he wanted to jerk
off it was OK...I was pretty excited too. He pulled his jeans down and I
pulled them off his legs. I took off my shorts while he took off his
briefs. He had a nice size cock, maybe 6 1/2 or 7 inches long with a nice
mushroom head. He started playing with it...stroking it up and down. I
began to do the same with mine. Then he asked me if I ever used anything
to jerk off with. I pretended that I didn't know what he meant. He said
that usually he would rub his dick with something soft...like a sock and
cum in that. Neater you know. I said no (I lied) I hadn't but I would
try...I started to take one of my socks off, but Chris stopped me. No, not
that kind...wait a sec and I'll get a pair. He left the room with his
stiff rod leading the way and his heavy balls swinging between his long
legs. As soon as he was out of the room I went for the socks on the floor.
They smelled great...I would allow him to watch me jerk off into a sock but
I was not going to let him see me sniffing his stinky ones. He returned
with...a pair of his Dad's socks...the ones I like. They were clean but so
very soft and furry. I asked him to show me what to do. He lay back on
the sofa and folded the sock over his dick and started stroking really
slow. Watching him I did the same. Then I had an idea. I told him that I
knew a better way to hold the sock. He looked at me, thinking that I would
show him on my cock. But I reached out for his dick and holding it
straight up I slowly pulled the fuzzy sock down the shaft...letting it
glide across the sensitive head. Needless to say he loved it. I pulled it
down so the head was in the toe and told him to go to town. I pulled mine
on the same way and we beat in unison. It didn't take long for him to
start squirting his juice into the toe of that sock. I came myself watch-
ing him cum. I told him that I thought a sock was a great way to get off
and I would try it again at home. We dressed quickly and I left before his
parents came home.
I would still play around with the dirty laundry...but I thought of Chris a
little differently after that night.
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