We were two lost Americans living in London. Our soccer coach had sent us across the world to visit a nation that was interested in soccer in a big way. Well actually the guys in England didn’t call it soccer most knew of it as football. But for now as I and my mate Mark tell you a little about why we were lost you might get off on our misfortune… or fortune depending on how you look at it.
The guys down at the Luton Town are pretty cool guys to hang out with. Some of their initiations are kind of strange but all in all they are ok.
Ok so you are going to ask what the strange initiation sessions we’ve had to go through since arriving at our new club for a few months. Well let me tell you I have seen Mark with his head buried in a pile of smelly socks, I had one guy slip his pants over my head and I had to sit breathing in the pungent fumes of a guys sweat after a hard game.
So you see some of the things we were initiated into just because we were sent to learn the English way. But we were assured that there really were guys in the US and other countries who loved the different smells of socks, kits and shoes. Well so far we haven’t had to smell these guy’s shoes. I had a feeling that perhaps they were going to organize something like that on our behalf but for now… we were doing ok.
I have to admit that Mark and I kind of liked being the guys who were forced to smell their sweaty attire. But for some reason every time the guys invited us out somewhere we wondered what was going to happen next.
The coach had been tough on us all every night at training and the captain, Martin Sleuther suggested we all go out on a night on the town. They’d show us the sights and he was sure that Mark and I would have a screaming good time. It wasn’t going to be the usual pub crawl we were going to see the highlights.
It was recommended we wear casual gear because one never knows where one will end up, he said to us. Now you’d think warning bells would be ringing like Big Ben when it chimes, well guess what we must have been a little naïve thinking they would not take us to places like they did,
Mark and I chatted about the sock sessions and the time that I had the shorts over my head for what seemed like an hour or more to get used to the smell. We just had this feeling but we didn’t want to admit it to anyone. Anyway there was a toot from an old English taxi outside and Martin had his head out the window telling us to pull our fingers out and get a move on.
For a moment I felt a little horny and wished he had his finger inside me…
Mark hurried us out the door and we were off. In the back of our mind we knew this wasn’t going to be a pub crawl but Martin and crew took us to one of the trendiest looking pubs in the whole of London. It looked pretty flash.
Once inside Martin told us to leave it to him and he’d look after us. Ok so warning bells should have been ringing right? Nah, we were so hyped up about the night that we let our hair down and were willing to be led to wherever we ended up.
After would you believe shepherds pie that was covered in mash and sloppy peas and a pint or two, Martin believe that Mark and I were ready for our special treat. A few of the guys stayed behind while Martin and Jack led us to this mysterious looking building right next door.
It looked almost like a brothel from the outside but when we walked inside there was this cute guy on reception. Now don’t get me wrong, Mark is straight as they come and I’m a little bi-curious but both of us thought this guy was ok. Martin broke our train of thought for a moment…
“Guys, we know we’ve been pretty mean to you getting you to smell our sox and all, well now we have a treat just for you… It will be something that you will remember for a long time! Now Jack and I will leave you for a bit, but we won’t be far away. Simon here will look after you, won’t you Simon…”
“Sure Martin, I’ll look after them… the sauna is ready for them now. I’ll be glad to show them to their special treat.”
“Great, well Mark, Jeremy… we’ll be right next door if you need us… enjoy yourselves!”
Hmm that look on his face once again should have been a warning, but this guy, Simon was so cute. Mark and I followed him like a puppy dog, into the lift and up to the 4th floor. You could feel the heat coming from the rooms, it was incredible…
Simon led us through a maze of rooms filled with steam. Between each room was a pool where we could go to cool off. Our treat was a sauna… The name on all the doors read Sauna Temptation.
He opened one door and let Mark slip inside, telling him that the instructions were on the door behind him when he closed it. There was also a small cubicle where he could leave his clothes.
Simon opened the door next to the one Mark had gone into. But this time Simon followed me in and showed me where the cubicle was and other things to help my stay. He also mentioned that while Mark and I were in the sauna we’d receive a massage like no other.
I felt so comfortable with Simon and wondered how Mark was doing. But I didn’t really get the chance to think of him for a bit because once I was out of my clothes Simon had me up on a massage table and was proceeding to give me a rub down.
I’d like to make a note here that I was naked, totally naked in front of this guy and it didn’t worry me in the slightest. Like I said I felt very comfortable with him.
But then things started happening. The table was made in a way that my cock was able to slip down a hole while I lay flat on my stomach. That was ok… it meant that I wasn’t too uncomfortable if my cock started to grow from the gentle touch of Simon’s hands on my body.
Hmmm Simon’s hands…. They felt so good. He massaged my feet brilliantly. He was such a true professional, rubbing them, massaging them… touching them, until I realised I was starting to get a bit horny.
Well not just a bit. I was feeling too damn horny and I couldn’t touch myself to help the issue. Instead I lay there letting him rub me up and down.
Then I felt it…
The table lowered a little. My feet were at groin height and Simon was rubbing himself against my feet. I felt him clasp my feet in his hands and somehow managed to push them together with his cock in between.
He was fucking my feet. I could feel his cock against my naked soft flesh. Soft from the steam. I couldn’t turn around to move, I lay there enjoying it. For a moment I thought I heard the door open behind us and was sure I felt a little rush of cool air… but no… I was then sure I hadn’t. I went back to enjoying the sensations as Simon used my feet to stroke his cock.
I could hear myself moaning, from the increased tension in my balls and cock for which I could do nothing about but then, I felt it.
It wasn’t Simon because he had my feet in his hands and his cock between my feet. There was someone else in the room with us. A strange smell drifted past my nose when finally something happened…
A sock was shoved up against my nose, it was rank… it stank, it had a god awful smell about it, but I breathed it in just as I felt someone sucking my cock into their mouth. The feeling was incredible, un-describable and unbelievable.
My feet were being sensually touched by a guy, I was enjoying the pungent odour coming from one of the lad’s socks and my cock was being by an unknown cock sucker.
I couldn’t help myself. My head was light, my mind was above everything, I tried to focus on one sensation but with them all together it was all too much. I heard Simon scream as he came shooting his hot cum all over my feet. For a moment there was a stillness as he stopped, but suddenly his mouth closed over my toes, he sucked them into his mouth before licking up his cum from my feet.
That was it, I’d had it… The mouth on my cock worked its magic sucking me into his mouth deeper as I shot my load down his throat. I breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of someone’s feet while Simon continued to lick mine.
For a brief moment I thought about Mark and wondered if he had enjoyed his sauna temptation as much as I had.