Turning the corner and heading down the stairs, Mark felt awkward and unsure. This was his first time at SweatFest, and even though his best friend, James, told him it was the greatest, he didn’t know if he’d fit in. They’d had a date to come together, but at the last minute James cancelled. Mark almost backed out, but he’d been looking forward to this all week and anyway, the fortune in his cookie at dinner said, “A festival coming your way will bring you luck.”
Festival… SweatFest… That was close enough to egg him on.
He knocked on the large, old, wooden door and a good looking, clean-shaven man wearing nothing but black leather chaps let him in. Mark felt overdressed in his casual slacks, button down shirt, and black loafers and socks, but that would soon change.
“First time?” the man said with a glint in his dark brown eyes.
“Yeah, a friend told me about it.”
“Well, make yourself at home. You can see that’s what we do here.”
Mark looked around and saw about thirty men of different ages in as many different positions. Some were standing or sitting in chairs talking; others were lying on air mattresses. Some were fully clothed, from head to toe; others were shoeless, sockless, pantless and shirtless. It seemed there was something to suit all tastes. But what about Mark? He didn’t know what his tastes were yet.
On the far wall, he noticed a table of Evian. Thirsty, and not quite sure what to do, he walked over to the table and grabbed a bottle of water. “I see you still have your shoes on,” the fair-haired young man said. “I’m Colin, and you are . . . ?”
“Mark, my names Mark,” he said nervously, immediately attracted to the man now standing beside him.
“Well, hello Mark. First time at SweatFest?”
“Yeah, first time. My friend invited me to come, but then he couldn’t make it, and, well, I decided to come anyway.”
“Glad you did,” Colin said, “and glad he didn’t,” he added, brushing up against Mark’s arm. “So, like I said, I see you still have your shoes on.”
“I wasn’t sure . . . not exactly sure what to do.”
“No worries, mate. Stick with me. I’m an old hand at the Fest.” Colin laughed at his own pun.
“Right, Colin. Colin, right?” They both laughed.
“Come with me,” Colin said and led Mark to an empty air mattress. “Relax. Why don’t you take off your shoes?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Mark, watching Colin begin to undress. His chest was ripped with the most amazing six pack Mark had ever seen. “I see you work out, Colin. You look fantastic.”
“Now you’re talkin’. Anything else you’d like to see?” he said, slipping out of his pants and skivvies.
“You’re showing me what I want to see, Colin. You’re doing just fine.” Mark had both shoes off now and was starting to remove his thin, black cotton socks.
“Not just yet, Markie. Why don’t you relax and sip on your water while I have a sniff, eh?” And with that, Colin, completely undressed now, took Mark’s foot in his hand and nibbled on the black sock.
He breathed in Mark’s scent: businesslike and musty like something that’d been sitting in the bottom drawer with a pack of Dunhills for a bit too long. Holding Mark‘s foot in both hands, Colin massaged the sole, feeling the way the fabric moved under his touch, and sucked on Mark’s toes. Mark put the bottle of water on the floor and relaxed.
“Where’d you learn to do that, Colin?”
“Right here, mate. Right here at SweatFest. My boyfriend, well that’s past tense, he brought me here a few months back. Said we should try something new. Try to liven up our relationship. It livened it up all right! We decided to part company and spend some time being single again. So here I am . . . at your service!”
Colin picked up his other foot and did the same, massaging and sucking, but this time, he took the sock in his teeth and pulled it off. Then he massaged, sucked, and dragged the sock off Mark’s other foot and then licked the soft skin between his toes, a little bit of black sock fluff sticking to his tongue.
“I feel overdressed, Colin,” Mark said, feeling his cock stiffen. “Mind if I stand up and take off some of these clothes?”
“Whatever you want, Markie. I want you to be comfortable with me. Don’t want to rush things, you know. But, yeah, if you want to, yeah, by all means. I won’t stop you.”
So Mark stood up, his cock alert and strong, and took off the rest of his clothes, folding them neatly, and placing them on the floor next to the Evian.
“Lie back down, mate,” Colin said. “Relax. Let me work my magic on you.”
Colin began licking his toes, one by one, his tongue dancing around each digit, like it was a midget cock. The flesh was soft and a bit sweaty; the taste was unbelievable.
Mark stretched out on his back, his legs slightly spread.
“This okay?” he asked, his hand lying across his hardening cock.
“Do you mind if I wank while you suck my toes?”
“I like the way you ask me, Markie boy. Makes me think you come with more than I first guessed. You like the collar lad?”
“Don’t be shy. If you want the collar, all you have to do is ask.”
Mark did feel shy. He wasn’t prepared for this. Not at all. Sure, he and James had played around with some alternative stuff, but they’d known each other for months before he allowed himself to be collared. How did Colin know? Was it something he said? “You have one here?” Mark asked.
“I thought so!” Colin said.
“You sweet thing! No, I didn’t bring it with me today. But we’ll get there, Markie. We’ll have time for that another day.”
Colin licked the top of his foot and then dragged his teeth across the bottom.
“Aye yai!” Mark called out.
“Shh, lad. We don’t want to disturb the others,” Colin said, taking one of Mark’s black socks and stuffing it in his new friend’s mouth. “Shh, lad. Relax.”
Mark was surprised by Colin’s dominating attitude, but he wasn’t complaining. He liked the full feeling his mouth had with the sock stuffed in it. And the musty smell of his own sweat; it was lovely. While Colin’s lips caressed Mark’s feet, his hands massaged his ankles and lower legs. With each lick, Mark’s cock got harder. With each suck, he grew hotter. And with each bite, he came closer to blowing his load.
“I want to watch you cum, Markie boy,” Colin said, removing the sock from his friend’s mouth and slipping it over Mark’s thick, pulsing cock.
“There you go,” he said.
He took Mark’s foot and brought it up against his own chest and began licking his toe nails. “Don’t be shy, lad. I know you’ve whacked off before. Forget about the others. No one cares what you do here.”
What Colin was doing to him felt superb. No one had ever paid so much attention to his feet before. He really liked it and felt like he’d do anything for Colin if he’d only keep on and not stop. If his new friend wanted to watch, okay then, he’d whack off for him. Mark closed his eyes and tightened the grip on his cock while Colin sucked his toes and watched. Mark’s hand squeezed the damp, smelly sock and dragged it up and down his cane.
Colin watched Mark’s legs straighten, the muscles tightening underneath his skin. He watched Mark’s hand stroking his cock, sliding up and down in a steady rhythm. He watched as Mark’s smile gave way to a grimace and then a groan, and then with teeth grinding against each other, Mark shot a load of white creamy cum inside the thin, black sock.
“Aye yai” Mark called out.
“That was amazing!” He squeezed the wet sock and then reached over for his Evian.
“Thirsty lad?” Colin asked, pushing Mark’s hand away from the bottle.
“I have something for you to drink….”