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Lucas’ Dirty Sock Special
🕑 Added 2025-03-27 17:23:16 +0000 UTCThat day, the air carried a faint coffee scent as I pushed open the door to that little café, the bell jingling above. Lucas stood behind the counter, rocking a tight black uniform shirt that hugged his muscles just right. He was a straight guy—or so he claimed—exuding that rough skater vibe mixed with a dash of cocky asshole energy. He glanced at me, one corner of his mouth twitching into a lazy smirk.
“Yo, you again,” he said, wiping down a table with a rag like he didn’t give a shit. “What’s it gonna be today?”
I didn’t answer right away, my eyes drifting down to his feet—those beat-up white athletic socks, edges yellowed from wear, clearly unwashed for days. I’d caught a glimpse when he swapped shoes earlier; the stench hit me like a punch, all sweaty and leathery, straight to the brain.
I ordered a black coffee and sat down, watching him shuffle around. Business was slow, and when he brought my coffee over, he leaned against the table and muttered, “Tip me good, and I’ll throw in some ‘special service.’” He raised an eyebrow, half-joking, but I knew he was broke as fuck—this straight dude would do anything for a few extra bucks.
“What kinda service?” I played dumb, heart pounding harder.
He grinned, voice low: “These feet of mine, haven’t washed ‘em in a week—stinky enough for ya? You freaks love that shit, right? I’ll rub you off, make you cum your brains out.” He wiggled one of those reeking socked feet, and the air instantly thickened with that musky man-stink.
I swallowed hard, my dick already straining against my pants. He saw I wasn’t saying no, so he plopped into the chair next to me, propped one filthy foot on my thigh. That sock was grimy and damp, the sole smudged with dirt, blasting a masculine odor that made my head spin.
“Take it off already, quit fucking around,” he snapped, sounding annoyed. I fumbled with my pants, and when my cock sprang free, he snorted, “Shit, it’s pretty big.” Then, without hesitation, he planted that stinking foot right on it, the rough sock scraping against my shaft, the sour stench fogging my mind.
Lucas got to work. He pinched my tip with his toes through the sock, teasing it, while his sole dragged over the whole length. That ripe, sweaty man-smell mixed with the funk hit me hard, and I couldn’t breathe straight. Seeing me lose it, he chuckled, “Fucking nasty, huh? This your thing?” Then he brought the other foot in, both reeking white socks working me—one sliding back and forth, the other scratching at my head, heels grinding the base.
I clenched my jaw, pleasure buzzing through me like electricity. His feet were hot and rank, socks clinging wet to my skin, every rub igniting me further. I groaned low, “Fuck, Lucas, this is too goddamn good…” He smirked at that, pressing harder, muttering, “If it’s good, tip more, you horny bastard.”
It didn’t take long. I felt the heat building, and Lucas must’ve sensed it too—he clamped my tip tight with his toes and gave one last hard rub with his sole. I lost it, dick pulsing as I shot, thick white cum splattering across his nasty socks, soaking into the fabric. He grimaced, pulling his foot back, glancing down at the mess. “Fuck, you jizzed on my foot? Disgusting prick.”
He stood up, grabbed a napkin, and wiped at his sock half-assed, then stuck his hand out. “Tip. Now.” Still catching my breath, I dug a twenty out of my wallet and handed it over. He snatched it, grunting, “Next time you wanna play, bring more cash.” Then he sauntered back to the counter, those stinking feet leaving me dazed, still tasting that heady smell in the air.
Comments
Max
Hhhhhhh actually insane 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
Kacchan ‘
God he is so hot and the text scenario is just perfect and funny at the same time lol 😂🩷👌🏼🩶!! I hope you do more of it i want to see, also love love love Lucas art you do its so hot and sexy 😮💨🔥🔥🔥
