The weekend that I had been waiting for is here; about a month ago my parents told me and my younger brother that they would be going gambling at some casino about half a day’s drive from where we lived. I recently turned twenty and my brother is eighteen so they don’t feel so guilty about leaving us behind. The idea of hearing my parents trying to be quiet while they had sex in the room next to us didn’t sound to appealing to us. The reason this weekend was so important was merely an excuse to invite someone over and fuck the night away in every room in the house.
Even now walking home in the hot sun I can picture all too clearly the image of a thick lipped beauty massaging me in every way on the family’s dining table. The sweat falling from my face burned at the cut that I made accidently while showing off tossing my chopping knife in the air. There were more than a few beauties at the sushi restaurant I worked at, it was Friday and people wanted to start the weekend early. Not exactly the dream job a mother wants for her first born but this is no time for me to be so focused on heavy things. To be honest it doesn’t take much to turn me on, in fact I could say that the invitation for sex is enough to get me started. I was down the street from my house when from behind me I hear my name.
"Michael, hey wait up!" I turn and skating towards me in all his youthful glory my brother’s friend smiled widely at me. His hair a deep mahogany blew around his face in a perfect way to entice my interest. Wearing a sleeveless black shirt, I could see his chest trying its hardest to rip that shirt apart. He caught up to me and came to a fast stop, the wind blew his long hair in my face and the smell nearly made me crumble there on the sidewalk.
"How did that happen?" Jacob asked running finger on the cut on my cheek.
"Showing off again for another potential encounter with a special someone," I said lighting cigarette and putting the pack back in my shirt pocket.
"Only you could make a one-time fuck session sound so not like a one-time fuck session."
"Yeah well that’s what keeps them coming. Like that one over there in the blue keeps waving but I’ve yet to acknowledge ‘em. Talk about trying too hard." Jacob’s phone rang a song from a band he must of obviously liked enough to put as his ringer, he talked for a minute then put the phone back in his back pocket.
"That was your brother. He said that your parents are packing the last of their bags in the car and they’re almost leaving. Are you excited about having the house for the weekend?"
"Am I a loser if I say yes?"
"No. just honest. Martin wants me to wait until they leave to come over. He thinks if I’m there your parents might call off the trip."
"Well you're not exactly the best influence on Martin,” I said flicking the butt of the cigarette.
"How? I never made him do anything he didn’t want to."
"I bet; I want to wait out my parents I don’t want any speeches about cleaning or whatever it is they could tell me I don’t already know. There’s a park across the street, want to wait with me? We can finish this pack there’s only like three left."
Jacob’s answer was almost instant. He seemed excited by the idea, how predictable of him. "Yeah that sounds good. Nothing to do anyway."
The two of us walked through the park until we found a bench hidden by a hedge of bushes, my parents were sure to drive by to try and catch me walking home. I lighted a cigarette and handed it over to Jacob. He took long deep inhales of the toxic smoke we were willingly putting inside our bodies. He handed me the cigarette back keeping his eyes on me.
"So when you said I was a bad influence on Martin, how did you mean bad?" The question caught me off guard, but it wasn’t hard to find examples.
"Well off the top of my head the fact that since he first brought you over to the house he keeps pictures of you in your underwear and of you taking off your shoes and socks behind his shoe boxes in his closet."
The expression on Jacob’s face was in a state of perfect shock, it even seemed he wanted to just dart away escaping whatever I would do to him. He stammered trying to find something to say but his words were at a loss. I took a long drag of my cigarette waiting for him to respond in some way.
"He asked me to take those pictures; I swear we didn’t do anything.” I looked at him and handed him the cigarette back.
"You don’t need to lie to me Jacob; you were not exactly frowning in those pictures. In fact if I recall correctly you had an expression of absolute pleasure, no?"
"Okay on a few occasions we did do things together, I don’t know if I should tell you. Martin might not like it."
Now this was getting interesting.
"Yeah well Martin might not like that you said anything at all so you may as well go for the full Monty, so to speak."
Jacob smiled his wide smile at me and sat up straight facing me on the bench and flicked the cigarette butt to the ground.
"When you put it like that, one time when we were in his room one of the nights I stayed over, he asked me if there were any specific thing about his body that turned me on. It seemed a little weird of a question to be honest."
I looked at him and chuckled.
"You had already been fucking my brother and that seemed a weird question? How naive of you Jacob."
"Yeah well I said that he just turned me on as he was. Then he told me that he liked seeing other guys in their underwear and seeing their feet in socks, especially when they are a little dirty. He even told me he likes to sniff guy’s socks and underwear when they’ve been used. Thus those pictures."
I looked at Jacob sitting there looking at me waiting for me to say something. The fact that this kid would indulge in these fetishes with my younger brother made a certain feeling arise in a very familiar place.
“I probably should not have told you this, you look like you’re ready to kick my ass....you're not going to are you?"
"I think the right to do would be to do so, not because of what you did but because of who you chose to do it with." I light the last cigarette I find in the box and tossed the box to the floor. "but if I’m being perfectly honest when I saw the pictures in Martin's room I couldn’t help but wonder what those socks actually smelled like and what your ass actually looked like from behind."
Again the look on Jacob’s face was one of utter shock this was not the answer he was expecting that was clear.
"You could ask Martin if you wanted although that would require you telling that I told our secret."
"Yes well I’m not going to do that, what is between you and Martin is between you and Martin." I took a long drag and handed the cigarette to Jacob. "I still however want to know."
I lowered my hand to Jacob’s lap and ran it down his inner thigh already his muscles in his legs are tensing. I kept my hand moving down until it reached his dirty chucks, I slowly moved it into my lap and began to feel the soles. Jacob watches me while smoking the cigarette and deliberately blowing the smoke in my face. How did he know what to do? Maybe this kid was no kid at all. I slowly untie the laces and open the shoe to reveal his black skate socks. I slid the chuck off Jacob’s foot and held the inner sole to my nose and inhaled as deep as my lungs would allow. The intoxication that ran through my veins was some indescribable force that I dared not question.
After I took my fill of his shoe I tossed it aside and massaged his socked feet. The moister was overwhelming I could smell the odor coming from Jacob’s foot without lifting it at all. The socks had a thin red line running up the sides to the top of his ankle. I lifted his foot to my face pressed his toes to my nose and breathed his scent in and let it wash over me. I ran my tongue up and down the bottom of his foot tasting every inch of that sock and whatever was stuck to it. I stuck his socked toes into my mouth letting my saliva soak the material then sucking it down my throat.
Jacob lifted his other foot to me and I licked the bottom of his chuck and tasted whatever it was he had stepped on all day. The feeling of the dirt and sweat soaking through the material made my dick stand in attention and was making a noticeable appearance in my pants. As I took off Jacob’s other shoe he massaged my dick through my pants the feeling was incredible. I licked his sweaty socks until I could only taste my saliva then I stood up made Jacob stand to.
"I want to see that ass and I don’t give a fuck about people so don’t even try to stop me."
I lifted Jacob’s shirt off and ran my hand across his hard chest and circled my finger around his already rock hard nipple. I could feel Jacob’s breathing began to pick up as my hands dropped to his belt buckle. The metal sound made my dick pulsate inside its cage, I lowered his black jeans and pushed him to sit back down and I pulled them completely off leaving his red boxer briefs in place. I turned him around and spread his legs apart; the image was one of an ancient artist with light-years of experience. I threw my shirt behind my neck and released my stone dick and began to stroke to the sight in front of me.
"Move your hips, make me want you, make your ass irresistible to me." He did so moving his hips in a circular motion making tiny whimpers as he did. "Play with your ass and stroke your dick at the same time, now!"
He played with himself until he came inside his boxers, I could see the sperm dripping between his legs onto the bench. I walked over to Jacob and massaged his ass with my dick. He looked so good in those damn boxers I couldn’t dare take them off. I humped that perfect ass for what seemed an eternity, completely unaware of the world around us. I pushed my dick as hard as I could against the material of the boxers until I blew my load all over Jacob’s perfect ass. I rubbed the heavy droplets around until it was spread all over and completely noticeable. After a couple seconds I leaned on Jacobs back and whispered in his ear.
"Don’t move until I say I want to admire that masterpiece that you carry behind you and don’t come by the house until later I need to have a talk with my brother."
I don’t know what it was that made this happen but I am not one to question anything. I picked up Jacob’s clothes and shoes and grabbed his skateboard quietly. "Remember don’t come by the house until later. I’ll kick your ass if you do." I said giving Jacob’s ass a good slap. Then I rode away back down the street towards my house, Jacob’s clothes hanging over my shoulder and his shoes in my hand. I could hear him yelling after me to come back but that only made me smile. I pictured Jacob walking home in his spunk stained boxers in front and back made my heart leap. What a punishment for a newly found toy.