Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Baby Sitter (MM, sock fetish, mast, gay?)
Date: 4 Oct 1995 22:08:57 GMT

		      The Babysitter Gets Socked
				  by
			     David Meyers

	The summer after my sophomore year in college I spent most of
my time hanging around the house.

	Then our neighbors, the Martins, asked if I would mind
babysitting for their nine 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 eighteen year
old. He was tall and solidly built, perhaps a little clumsy in
navigating his size thirteen feet. I suppose that he got them from his
father... another one with the lucky number 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 men's 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 discarded 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
eighteen 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 lying 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, lying 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 preventive 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 massage 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
watching 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.