Cody
(b/b, coercion, alcohol, white socks, white briefs)

As an adult, the youngest guy I've messed with was 10 (14 now). His name is Cody and he's my neighbor's son. I used to babysit him for his mom whenever she had to work the night shift. We were sitting around playing Halo online. I had some Vodka and I'd take a shot in between matches or whenever I took a cigarette break. Cody was looking really cute that night. He was laying on his belly facing the TV. He was wearing white Nike ankle socks (my favorites), no shoes, basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. I was sitting behind him on the couch, so I had a perfect view of his socks and slender white legs. I 'd had a long week at work and and was drinking more than usual.

During one of my cigarette breaks Cody asked if he could have a shot of vodka. Normally I would've said no, but I was drunk and I told him to help himself. He poured himself a shot and tossed it down. He took another and then asked me for a smoke. I said sure and then watched as he lit up and puffed away. I remember thinking that it was really hot to see such a young kid drinking and smoking.

Now, before any of you go nuts, I should let you know that Cody had gotten into trouble several times for stealing his mom's cigarettes, so I knew he smoked. It's not like I corrupted him or anything. He was a 10 year-old southern Virginia redneck through and through. Over the next couple of hours we drank and smoked between bouts of Halo.

Eventually he got tired of playing asked if we could watch a movie. I said sure, so he found a flick on Netflix that he wanted to watch and got it started. Cody moved over to the couch and sat down. He poured another shot for each of us and then lit another one of my smokes. After he finished, he scooted to the other end of the couch and then laid down, curled up on his side. When he put his feet on the couch, his white Nike socks were almost touching my leg.

While Cody was watching the movie, I was sitting there staring at his socks. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I reached down, picked up his feet and and pulled them onto my lap. He didn't say anything, so I just started rubbing his socks. My dick was rock hard and tenting up in my shorts. Eventually Cody noticed my hard-on, probably because I kept rubbing it against his socks. He turned onto his back and looked at me, asking me if I had a boner.

I said yes. Then he asked me why. I thought about lying, but I was drunk enough that I decided to take a risk and tell him the truth. So, I told him that I got turned on by guys wearing white socks. I also said that I thought he looked cute in his white Nike's and I really wanted to lick his socks. He pulled his feet off my lap and sat up, grabbing another smoke and lighting it. I lit one too and took a few drags before asking him what he thought.

He said it sounded kind of weird. I said yeah, but I really wanted to do it. He thought about it some more and then said he'd let me do it if I agreed to let him smoke and drink when he was at my house. I said sure, as long as his mom didn't find out. He finished his cigarette and washed it down with a shot of Vodka, then he laid back down. I slid onto the floor beside the couch and pulled his feet over the edge. I ran my hands over the soft white cotton for a few minutes. Then I brought one of his feet up to my mouth and started to lick his socks. I ran my tongue across the soles of his socks from his heel to his toes. I slipped my mouth down over his sock-covered toes, sucking and licking them through the fabric. I moved back to the sole of sock and looked up at Cody over the top of his foot as I ran my tongue across the fabric.

Cody was looking back, watching me licking away at his feet. I stopped for a second, asking him if he liked it. He said it felt good, but he still thought I was weird. I smiled and went back to licking, sliding my tongue over the top of his white cotton socks to the Nike logo, then around the side, over his ankle, and back to his toes. As I licked and sucked the toes of his socks, I reached down and pulled my dick out of my shorts. I started jerking off as I worshiped Cody's socks.

I licked every inch of fabric covering his feet until my mouth was dry. I tossed back another shot and then got back onto the couch, placing Cody's feet in my lap as I sat down. I started jerking off again, rubbing the head of my dick against his socks while I did it. Then I ran my free hand up his bare leg to the hem of his shorts, pausing briefly before sliding underneath and onto his crotch. He was wearing briefs and I could feel his little dick was hard.

The cum started boiling up out of my balls as I groped and squeezed the kids' dick through his briefs. I pressed the head of my dick against the bottom of his foot and came all over the soles of his socks. I kept rubbing his dick while I moaned in pleasurable release and unloaded my balls onto his white Nike's. After I finished cumming, I let go of his dick and got back on the floor. I licked as much of my cum off of his socks as I could, then I moved up to his waist.

I asked if I could pull down his shorts and he nodded. So, I pushed his shorts and briefs down to his knees, exposing his hairless little dick and balls. I leaned forward and sucked his hard-on into my mouth. I blew him for a little while, then pulled off and asked him if he liked it.

Cody said the same thing as last time, that it felt good but it was kind of weird. I asked him if I could do it again the next time I licked his socks and he said he'd think about it. Then he reached down and started to pull up his underwear and shorts. I stopped him and asked if he take his shorts off and just sleep in his underwear tonight.

He said okay and took his shorts off. I got him a blanket, then I restarted the movie and sat back down on the couch. I pulled his feet back onto my lap and slid my hand under the blanket onto his crotch. I slowly stroked his socks and briefs while we watched the movie. Eventually I passed out.

When I woke up I felt really guilty and nervous about the whole thing. Cody was cool about it though. Over the next couple of years he'd let me lick his socks whenever I wanted, and occasionally he'd let me feel him up through his briefs. I only blew him one more time before I moved away.









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