Title: Pulling his Socks up for Him
Author: Christopher Trevor and Inspired by the attached pic:
It was 12:30 PM that Wednesday afternoon when it happened, something that I could never imagined ever happening.
I was on my break where I work as a college professor.
I especially love my Wednesday break time because it’ scheduled from 12:00 PM to 1:00 PM, but the next class I have to teach begins at 1:30, which gives me and extra half hour of relaxation.
And on that Wednesday, being that it was so beautiful outside; I decided to get some fresh air and sunshine. I finished eating in the professor’s break room at 12:30, which would give me an entire hour of fresh air and sunshine. I decided I would sit in the college’s courtyard and read a few chapters of the book I was currently in the middle of.                                                              Â
When I got to the courtyard I was glad to see that there was only one other person there, a co-worker of mine, Professor Jim Fenner. We politely waved at each other and as I walked to where I would sit, he resumed reading the newspaper he was holding.
I found a nice spot to sit on a concrete fence, which had a round concrete post behind it, so I would be able to put my feet up and rest my back as well.
I hopped up onto the structure, one foot up on the fence and my other foot dangling down over the ground.
Taking a deep refreshing breath, I pressed my back against the post, closed my eyes to relax them for a bit before taking my e-reader from my suit jacket pocket, and allowed myself, body and brain, to fully relax.
It was, I would say, two minutes later or so when I heard, “Hey Professor Su, how are you?”
I opened my eyes and saw, standing a few feet from where I was sitting, one of my student from the class I had taught that morning, Miles Cooper. As he approached where I was sitting I smiled and said, “Hello there Miles, I’m doing well. How are you?”
“I’m fine thanks, Professor Su,” the young blond jock replied. “Relaxing out here before your next class?”
“That I am,” I said, always amazed at the remarkable resemblance that Miles Cooper had to the pro football player, Zach Wilson, and just like Zach Wilson, Miles Cooper planned to be a pro football player. “The fresh air and the sun feel great out here.”
“Yeah, that’s true, Sir,” Miles replied, glancing up at the cloudless sky…
…and then looking back down…
…and then his gaze landed on my left, dangling foot.
“Oh, look at that Professor Su, your left dress sock fell down your calf,” Miles exclaimed.
Looking down at my foot, I saw what the young man was talking about. He was totally correct, my grey sheer OTC dress sock had definitely fallen down my calf, and I was showing a patch of hairy skin between my suit pants leg and the top of my fallen down sock.
Looking at Miles, I smiled and said, “So it has, that’s what I get for not wearing garters to keep my socks up.”
“Well, believe it or not, Professor Su, I just happen to have an extra pair of garters in my backpack here,” Miles said, shucking his backpack from his shoulders and setting it down on the ground at his feet.
As he hunkered down to open his backpack, I said, “You have sock garters with you?”
“Yeah, me and my girlfriend are going to a formal dinner party tonight and any time I wear thin dress socks they fall down, I suppose it’s because of my big muscular football player sized calves,” Miles replied and held up a pair of black leather sock garters. “And the feeling of my socks falling down irritates the stuffing out of me, so I use garters to hold them up.”
“Good idea…” I said…
…and then, as I reached down to pull my fallen sheer dress sock back up, Miles quickly placed the garters on the concrete fence I was seated on and said, “No worries Professor Su, I’ll do that for you. You just relax.”
Suddenly feeling totally astounded, I watched as Miles placed his fingers and thumbs around the top sections of my fallen sock and began slowly pulling it up my calf.
As Miles did his work pulling my sock up I glanced over to where Professor Fenner had been sitting and I saw that he was gone, no doubt he had a class to conduct. And in a way I was glad my colleague was gone, seeing as I wondered how he would have reacted if he saw that one of my students was pulling my fallen dress sock up for me.
Looking back down at Miles, I saw that he had stopped pulling my sock up so that he could roll my suit pants leg up a bit. Smiling upwards up at me, the blond jock said, “Just making some room for the rest of your sock, Professor Su. I didn’t realize you were wearing OTC style.”
“Yeah, uh, I like OTC style socks the best,” I said, for lack of anything else to say at that moment.
I mean, how often does a man have someone pull his socks up for him, or, in this case, his sock?
Miles rolled my suit pants leg up to my knee and quickly resumed his work pulling my fallen down sock up my calf.
“When I have to dress up I’m the same way, Professor Su, I always wear OTC style dress socks,” Miles went on, and as he was pulling my sock up I saw how he was looking at it, practically in awe. “These socks of yours feel great, Sir, very silky material.”
“Uh, yes, they’re one hundred percent silk actually,” I said. “Stacy Adams brand, my personal favorite.”
When my sock was fully pulled up, Miles palmed his football player sized hands around the top of my now fully socked calf and said, “There you go, Professor Su, you’re all nice and tidy now, socks all pulled up.”
“Yes, um, thank you Miles, thank you for pulling my sock up for me,” I said in a suddenly husky sounding tone of voice, because it was at that moment that I realized that my cock was fully erect in my suit pants.
Miles pressed his palms tighter around the top of my pulled up sock, whispered, “Oh Professor Su,” and to my further shock over this totally bizarre turn of events where my fallen dress sock was concerned, the young man leaned down a bit more and pressed his lips against my socked calf.
To be honest I didn’t know what to say and remained speechless, as the jock began planting delicate kisses on my socked calf, inhaling deeply at the same time, squeezing and tightly massaging my calf as well, working his way downward toward my highly shined to a gleam captoe lace-up shoe.
When he’d reached my shoe, he sniffed the sides of it with a passion I could not believe. He sniffed my socked ankles, kissed them over and over a few times, sniffed them some more, sucked my damned shoelaces and sniffed and kissed his way back up my socked calf. Needless to say, I felt totally spellbound.
Then, panting like crazy, Miles looked up at me and said, “I swear Professor Su, I’ve never felt this way before over another man’s socks and shoes, I feel like I’m hypnotized, Sir.”
Smiling sheepishly down at my student, I said, “Just hypnotized, Miles? Is that all you’re feeling right now?”
Seeing the huge bulge in the crotch of my suit pants, Miles said, “No Sir, like you, I’m feeling horny as hell.”
With that, Miles curled his fingers and thumbs around the top of my sheer grey sock and began slowly lowering it down my calf.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“I-I want to pull your sock up again for you, Professor Su,” he replied, at the same time, slowly, almost ceremoniously, pulling my sock down. “I don’t know why, but it felt so good to do that for you…”
“O-okay,” I said, not making any move to stop him.
This time though, before pulling my sock up a second time he curled a huge hand around my calf and pressed his nose and mouth against it.
Kissing my calf, sniffing it, Miles whispered, “Nice, nice hairy muscular calf…”
This time, as he pulled my sock back up, he was kissing and sniffing it as he went.
I again quickly scanned the courtyard, feeling disbelief that no one was out there to witness this spectacle. I also thanked God that where Miles and I were situated in the courtyard no one in any of the classrooms or offices would be able to see us from their windows, seeing as all those windows were blocked by the structures of the courtyard below them.
After Miles had pulled my sock up for the second time he told me to dangle my other foot next to the one he’d worshiped the bejesus out of. With no hesitation I did as he had ordered.
With my feet both now dangling off the concrete fence, I watched, my erect cock throbbing in my suit pants, as Miles rolled my other pants leg up, slowly rolling my other pants leg up, kissing my other grey sheer socked calf, as he did so.
Soon, after both my suit pants legs were rolled up to just under my knees, Miles was kneeling in front of me in a position of worship…
Holding me by my ankles then, Miles pressed my feet together and licked and licked my shoes, kissed them, sucked the shoelaces, spit on them and shined them to an even higher gleam with his tongue…
…then it was back to my sheer grey OTC socks…
…as Miles, still holding my feet together by my ankles kissed, licked and sniffed his way up my socked calves, sending chills through my very being at that point.
“OHHHHH GOD Miles, I cannot believe the effect that what you’re doing is having on me,” I gasped.
“I feel the same way, Professor Su,” Miles replied, gasping as well.
When he’s reached the top sections of my socks he gave extra kisses, licks and sniffs to the thicker silk material up there, AND, really grasping my ankles now with the true strength of a football player. My skyscraper of an erection pounded like a thing alive in my suit pants when Miles pulled the thick silky material of the top of my right sock out a bit and sniffed the inside of it.
“AWWWWW, your hairy calves sweat so deliciously, Professor Su,” the jock exclaimed…
…and then once again, Miles was kissing, licking, and sniffing his way back down my socked calves…
Once again, I looked around the courtyard and unbelievably there was still no one there except for me and Miles…
When the young man had again reached the bottoms of my feet he held them a few inches apart and again planted delicate kisses on my socked ankles, kissed them, salivated on them, licked up his saliva and kissed them some more…
“HHUHHHH, can’t get enough,” Miles whispered gutturally, began undoing my shoelaces and said, “And now I want even MORE…”
“WH-why are you untying my shoelaces???” I stammered…
…but then, I received my answer as I sat there and watched with my jaw dropped, as the young man alternately held my shoes over his nose and mouth and DEEPLY inhaled their essence…a look of ecstasy on his handsome face as he did so…
“MMMMMM, smells of leather, feet sweat and somehow there’s a silky scent in there too,” Miles said and again alternated sniffing and snuffing the insides of my captoes.
As he then set my shoes down on the ground next to his backpack, Miles took my grey sheer socked feet in one hand each, pulled them toward him, said, “I would drink champagne out of your shoes, Professor Su,” and with that he slurped my sheer socked toes of my right foot into his mouth…
…and began sucking those sheer socked toes of mine with total gusto…
“HOOOOOO!!!!” was the sound I made, as the feeling of what Miles was now doing caused my head to spin…
…and holy fucks, I could feel my erection pre cumming in my suit pants…
I pressed my palms against the concrete post I was seated on and watched as Miles sucked my toes and caressed, squeezed and kneaded my sheer socked feet at the same time. The jock drooled over my socked toes and quickly sucked it back up, again causing my head to spin, making chills and shivers slither up and down my back…GOD!!!
Then, with my socked feet resting atop his hands, Miles leaned down and was licking and kissing the tops of my feet; he sucked my arches and then sucked the toes of my other foot into his mouth…
“AWWWWHHH man never did I think that a guy’s stinky socked toes could taste and smell so damned good,” Miles swooned a few minutes later as he was sniffing my moistened socked toes.
“Nice way to describe my socked toes there Miles,” I said jokingly, picked up the garters he had offered me earlier, handed them to him and said, “I have to say that this has been a hell of an unexpected experience young man. But I do have a class to conduct in a short while.”
“Yeah, I feel the same way, Professor Su,” Miles said and clipped the garters to the tops of my socks and fastened them around my upper calves. “There you go, now your socks will stay up.”
“Thanks,” I said and the young man quickly rolled my suit pants back down and even put my shoes back on my feet and laced them up for me.
I hopped down off the fence and I and Miles looked down at each other’s bulges that we were sporting, me in my suit pants and him in his jeans…
Smiling devilishly as he picked up his backpack and worked it onto his shoulders, Miles said, “Looks like we should meet later in a more private setting…”
I placed an arm across his shoulders as walked from the courtyard and said, “Brilliant idea, Miles, and by then my sheer socks will be REALLY funky and scented for you…”
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