Disclamer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story deals with gay romance, sex, certain fetishes (feet, sweat and urination). Do not read if you are offended by either, or if it is illegal to read in your country. This story will later on have certain sci-fi and fantasy elements. I am sorry if that takes away from the experience for you. Otherwise, enjoy.
Part I – Chapter I
Felipe stretched on his large double bed. The morning breeze was gently caressing his naked chest, the birds were chirping in front of his open window and the usual sounds of the street underneath were slowly beginning to become louder. But all these things were annoying Felipe. His head was pounding. He was starting to regret his last night's decision to stay for "one more drink".
Since being accepted into the Medellin Faculty of Medicine, Felipe decided he was going to enjoy his last few months of freedom. But after spending the entire night dancing and drinking, he was starting to wonder if it was such a wise decision after all. Sure, he had a great time with his friends, but the hangover he was experiencing now was making him question was it worth it.
He stretched again and started slowly sliding his hand from his neck down towards belly button. He felt the sweat drops on his hairless chest and suddenly remembered he didn't shower last night when he came home. He smiled mischievously as a thought crossed his mind. He could have some fun and help relieve that headache that was troubling him. His right hand gently continued down towards his white briefs while he lifted his left arm behind his head. Smelling his armpit made his briefs bulge as his right hand slid under his waistband. He grabbed his balls lightly and felt the sweat that accumulated throughout the night coat his palm. The thought of his sweaty balls sent electricity to his already half hard dick, but he wasn't going to stop there. He raised his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply. The musky smell was making Felipe harder and harder with every breath he drew in. He slid his middle finger in between his full lip and he licked the salty taste of his balls. Then he proceeded to return his hand into his underwear, but this time slid his middle finger lower, further into his sweaty buttocks. When he reached his wet hole he almost came without touching his dick.
Felipe gently circled his sweaty hole and every now and then pushed with his inquisitive middle finger into the center. He toyed with himself, never fully entering, but rather pushing in up to his first knuckle and exiting again. His dick was now full mast, stretching his white briefs and making a slimy spot where his head met the fabric. He was sweating so much in the morning heat that his briefs were completely wet around his balls and his perfectly sculpted ass.
Finally, Felipe pushed his entire middle finger into his tight hole. Even though he hasn't touched his dick the entire time, he felt it would only take a few strokes to cum. Still, he wanted to last a little bit longer. Without removing his finger from his wanting hole, with his left hand he grabbed the blue socks that he wore the last few nights from the floor and brought them to his face. The smell of his feet was still strong and he felt like he was in heaven. He inhaled deeply from the socks as he started fingering himself faster and faster. With his tongue, he started licking the sweaty fabric wishing he could reach his feet to lick them too. But he wasn't ready to stop fingering himself yet.
After enjoying himself for a few more minutes, he decided it was time to bring his experience to a climax. He pulled his throbbing dick above his waistline and put one of his socks over it. He started pulling on his socked dick in the same rhythm as his right middle finger was entering and exiting his hole. It took only a few minutes to cum profusely into the already dirty sock. He removed it and started sucking his cum out of the fabric. It was a good way to start the day, and his headache was almost gone.
It was finally time to get up. Felipe put his dick into his now completely wet underwear and started to put on the same socks he used to pleasure himself. The right sock was still wet from his cum and he enjoyed the sensation on his foot. He stood up and, still feeling slightly dazed, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He looked at the mirror.
His dark brown hair was slightly sweaty and disheveled, but his curls still perfectly fell over his forehead in a sensual way. Luckily, he was still young enough that the several nights of drinking had no effect on his silky olive skin. Looking down to his chiseled chest and his lean body, he couldn't help but feel proud. It took a lot of work to look the way he did, but looking at himself now, it was worth it. He didn't have a lot of body hair, only a slight treasure trail that led to his bush. His bubbly ass was slightly fuzzy and his strong legs were hairy, but other than his armpits, that was it as far as body hair was concerned.
After brushing his pearly white teeth, Felipe put on a tight sleeveless shirt and some shorts and headed towards the door. He wanted to go for a morning jog, and the thought of running in his sweaty underwear and socks started to make him horny again. He took a whiff of his running shoes. He could smell his feet and cum – his jerking sessions ended more than once with his dick spraying the inside of the sweaty shoes. He put them on and adjusted his half hard dick. He enjoyed looks from other guys when he was running, but didn't want to look too risky.
Part I – Chapter II
He really needed the run. His little adventure in the bed helped relieve his hangover, but the endorphin from running really helped him feel better. On the other side, he was now completely wet from sweating so hard. He was aware of his body smell and it didn't make it easy to hide his hard on. Luckily, he was just coming up to his house, so he could take care of his needs soon.
As he entered the house, he realized he had to piss. But, instead going to the bathroom, he went straight to his room. He knew he was home alone for the next few days, and he wanted to use the opportunity to have as much fun as he can. He took off his shoes, smelled them again, and set them next to his bed. He sat down and removed his right sock. Raising his bare foot to his nose, he took a deep breath. His dick immediately jumped. Parting his lips, his tongue started licking his soft sweaty sole. The taste was everything he hoped for – sweaty, tangy and sexy. He slowly took his big toe into his mouth and started sucking. As his hand went onto his shorts and grabbed his hard dick, he started licking the other toes. The sensations were making him crazy. Suddenly, he let go and started pissing into his underwear and shorts. He would need to clean his bed later, but at the moment he was only thinking about making himself feel good.
He put the foot he was licking on the floor and threw his head back. The piss was pooling on the bed between his ass cheeks and then started trickling down his legs. It went from his calves down to his feet. Felipe looked down and admired the way his left sock was getting even wetter, while piss was sliding down his right bare foot. He started jerking his still pissing dick through his shorts.
Suddenly, the door to his room opened. A good looking Middle Eastern man in his mid-thirties was standing at the door frame.
"This is... Interesting" said the man as Felipe looked at him, his mouth wide open and his hand still around his wet pissing dick.