I've been friends with Clarion for a few years now. We met in high school when he moved to Virginia from California. I was in the skater/slacker clique at my school. Our group would always meet up downtown after school let out and and go over to the local college campus. We'd spend a few hours skating around, then we'd smoke some pot in the park, and finally end up at some one's house listening to music until we had to go home. I was smoking out with my friend Gabe the day that Ian brought Clarion into our group. He was a really decent skater, so he fit right in.

I fell in lust at first sight. He was 5' 8", with dark black hair, blue eyes, and lean build. A picture-perfect "black-Irish" twink, complete with the requisite smattering of freckles across his perfect white skin. He even had a perfect wardrobe - tight t-shirt, baggy jeans, Van's skate shoes, and white Nike ankle socks. He always wore his jeans loose, so the first few inches of his Hanes boxer-briefs would always show when he skated. He became an instant fixture of my teenage jerk-off fantasies.

I'd been sucking off most of the guys in our group for a while. It started with Matt, a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy a couple of years younger than me.

It happened on a Friday night a couple summers ago. Five of us, Matt, Ian, Gabe, Jason, and I, had gotten together to watch movies and play video games. We'd also been drinking and smoking pot all evening. We were in the basement of Ian's house, one of our usual hang-out spots.

Ian's mom was single and worked a lot, so she'd had the basement converted into a living space. She said it was so she wouldn't disturb him when she came home late from work. Ian said it was so she could have men over without him bothering them. Not that he cared, the basement was really cool. He had his own entrance, a mini-fridge, a big screen TV, video games, his own bathroom, and a twin-sized futon. His queen-sized bed was pushed over into a corner of the large room. His mom never came down when he had company, so we partied there a lot of the weekends.

That particular night, after a quarter ounce of weed, almost a fifth of vodka, and God knows how many cigarettes, we were all pretty well wasted. It was well after midnight, and everyone started to crash out. As usual, we played a hand of poker to divvy up the sleeping arrangements. Two guys would sleep on the bed, one on the futon, and the last two got sleeping bags and the floor.

Gabe came in first and picked the futon. Next were Ian and Jason, of course they took the bed. That left Matt and I with the sleeping bags. Sleeping arrangements settled, everyone got ready for bed.

This was always one of my favorite parts of the evening. My four closest buds were all really cute (so was I), and I really enjoyed seeing them in various states of undress. I'd know I was gay since a friend of mine (and his older brother) taught me all about sucking cock and ass-fucking when we were way younger. His family moved away a few years ago, and I hadn't really gotten the chance to act on my feelings since. I mean, I always figured the guys would be okay with it, if they knew, I was just afraid that maybe they wouldn't be, you know? Anyway, back to my buddies.

First, there's Jason. He's kind of short, but he has a beautiful face, and perfect skin. His close-cropped blonde hair and bright blue eyes framed by long, dark lashes, superbly compliment his features. His body is well-muscled and fit from all the skating he does. He's the cutest one in our group, barely.

Ian was taller, and a little better built. He had dirty-blonde hair, close-cropped around the sides and long on top, kind of a punk hair style. His eyes were blue too, a really light color, almost gray. Ian has a permanent tan, brilliant white teeth, and a "fuck it" attitude that I find irresistible.

Next is Matt, the youngest of our group. He has wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, dark blue eyes that always seem bright, and a killer smile. Even though he's younger than the rest of us, he's taller than we are, and thin, with a tight muscle tone. He's intense, sometimes bossy, smart and funny. He's always great to hang with.

Last, there's Gabe. Gabe's skinny, with long blonde hair, and brown eyes. He has a really cute face, all planes and angles. His wire-frame glasses give him a bookish air. He's smart and quiet. He always seems to know how to get stuff done. Hell, he usually gets our booze and pot for us. He's an all around great guy.

The guys all ditched their shirts as they headed for bed. I stood over by the door, smoking a cigarette and trying not to be too obvious about staring. Every one of my friends wore white socks, Vans', Adidas, Nike, Champion, or just plain generic. The guys almost never took their socks off for bed, and I frequently took advantage of that fact. Most weekends I'd stay up longer than my buddies and have fun licking my sleeping friend's socks while jerking off and busting a nut on Ian's carpet.

See, I have a really serious fetish for licking white sport socks, learned at the feet of my aforementioned friend's brother who loved having his socked feet massaged and licked. Even though I'd usually lick their socks while they were sleeping, I still loved it when we got to Ian's and all my buds kicked their shoes off. Hanging out with my friends for an entire evening, scoping out their socks, deciding whose socked feet I was going to perv out on that night was a major turn-on. Plus, I always managed to cop a feel of someone's socks while we were partying, playing video games, or rough-housing. In fact, I'd even taken to wearing white briefs that were two sizes too small under my boxers just to hide my frequent boners.

Ian was the first to bed, and tonight he ditched his pants as well, climbing into bed wearing black boxer-briefs and white ankle socks. He slipped under the covers and turned onto his side, bullshitting with Jason as he tossed his sleeping bag onto the bed. Jason was wearing Nike crew socks tonight, usually my favorites to lick, but he kept his shorts on. So far, Ian's the winner!

I stubbed out the last of my cigarette just as Gabe came out of the bathroom. He was still wearing his Vans' no-show socks, but he'd swapped his jeans for loose-fitting sweat pants. He really didn't like showing off his skinny legs. I thought he was really cute, but he had a complex about being so thin. On the plus side, he was a really deep sleeper. I could usually get away with fucking my cock against the soles of his socks until I came, or slipping my hand through his fly or under his waistband and rubbing his cock through his underwear until he was hard. I'd gotten pretty good at telling when he's about to wake up. At any rate, he's never caught me, although there's been a few close calls.

I hid the switch for the lights as I walked to my sleeping bag, plunging the room into near-darkness. The only light came from the streetlights outside. Enough to see by, one your eyes adjusted. I sat down on my sleeping bag and lit up one of my joints. Matt came over and threw his sleeping bag down next to mine. He was wearing shorts, a couple inches or so of his white Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs visible above the waistband. He was also wearing new white Champion ankle socks. I knew he'd just gotten them because I'd been rubbing against them every chance I got that night. They were still soft and thick, perfect for licking.

We shared the joint and chatted quietly while our friends dropped off to sleep. When the joint was finished, Matt yawned loudly and then said, "G'night, dude" before sliding into his sleeping bag.

I said goodnight, then laid down in my own sleeping bag, opposite Matt, so my head would be near his feet. I was pretty fucked up and super horny. I laid there for a while, then I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and slowly, quietly pushed them down and off. I massaged my dick through my double layer of underwear while thinking about which one of my friend's socks I wanted to lick. Then I started imagining sucking off Ian and Jason in the same bed. My cock was hard as a rock at the thought and I slowly jerked myself through my underwear as I let the fantasy play out in my mind.

I had to stop before long because I was about to bust a nut in my shorts. I got out of my sleeping bag and went over to the door, cracking it so I could smoke a cigarette. I looked around at my friends as I smoked, still trying to decide which one I wanted to mess with. Ian and Jason were both huddled down in their blankets, barely visible. Gabe was laying on his side, with his blanket bunched up around his waist. That left both his socked feet open for my attention. His Vans' socks were an old pair though, more dingy gray than white at this point and not a lot of fun to play with.

That left Matt. I looked over and saw the toes of one socked foot sticking out of his sleeping bag, conveniently facing mine. I smiled to myself, took a last toke off my cigarette, then stubbed it out. I walked back to my sleeping bag and slipped inside. I lay down on my side, facing Matt's socked feet.

I listened for a minute, making sure he was breathing deeply. Then I reached out and started rubbing the part of his foot sticking out of his sleeping bag. Over the course of several minutes I slowly pulled his foot further out of his sleeping bag. Eventually, his entire foot was visible and I started running my hand along the bottom of his sock, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton.

Since my attentions didn't appear to be waking him up, I got a little braver and started pushing the sleeping bag off of his other foot. I was still going really slow, being as careful as possible not to wake him. I finally got his other foot out from under the sleeping bag. I took turns rubbing each of his feet while I stroked my cock through my underwear. My dick was leaking so much pre-cum that my white briefs were damp, almost like I'd pissed myself.

Unable to wait any longer, I slid over and started licking Matt's socks while he was sleeping. I started off running my tongue along the soles of his white Champion socks. I pulled away for a second, reaching in through the fly of both pairs of my underwear and freeing my iron-hard dick. I started slowly jerking off as I turned back to my friend's white socks.

I began licking and sucking on the toes of his socks, swirling my tongue around and over the soft fabric. I slid my mouth down over all the toes of one foot, inhaling the smell of the new socks while I worshipped them with my tongue. That's when Matt woke up.

It was pretty awkward at first. He pulled his feet away, asking why I was jerking and licking his socks. Since the answer was pretty obvious, I confessed, telling him that I was gay and that I had a fetish for socks. Matt definitely thought it was weird that I liked licking his socks, but two joints and an hour later he admitted that it felt good and let me do it some more.

After licking his socks for a bit, I got a little bolder and slid my hand up his leg, under his shorts and started rubbing his cock through his briefs. He didn't tell me to stop, so I slid up closer to his waist, then unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. I admired the up-close view of his white Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs for a second, then bent over and started licking his semi-hard cock through his briefs.

When Matt's dick was completely hard, I pulled it out of the fly of his FTL's and started slowly sucking him. I hadn't been blowing him for long when he put his hand on the back of my head, urging me to go faster. I pulled my own dick out and started jerking off again, taking advantage of our position to occasionally rub the head of my cock against his socks.

All too soon, Matt pushed my head up and down on his dick and started thrusting up with his hips. Then he moaned out, "Here comes a nut", and blew his load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, even grabbing his cock and milking upwards to get every last taste of cum out of his body. As I licked his head clean, my own cock exploded, spraying cum all over his socked feet. I pressed my dick against the top of his socks as the last bit of cum leaked out of my body onto the soft, white fabric.

I rolled onto my back, panting from the exertion, and enjoying the post-orgasm glow. Then Matt surprised me by telling me to lick all of my cum off his socks. I sat up and grabbed one of his legs by the ankle, pulling his socked foot to my face. I licked from the ankle of his sock, down across the top to his toes. Then I turned and licked down the soft, white cotton to his heel, lapping up every drop of cum that I could find. Finished with that foot, I repeated the process with his other sock before laying back down beside him.

We lit up another joint and smoked for a while. I asked him if he enjoyed it, and he said yeah. So, I offered to do it again whenever he wanted. He told me he'd think about it, then we finished the joint in silence. As we settled back in to sleep, I asked him if he'd mind me licking his socks again. He said he didn't mind.

Pushing my luck, I replied, "Even when you're asleep?" He said go for it, but that I'd have to smoke him out if he woke up. The pot and the conversation had me horny again. So I told Matt I was going to jerk off again, then I turned around and lay down with my head beside his socks. I pulled my dick out and started stroking, staring at his socks in the dim light.

After a minute, Matt whispered, "lick 'em," as he moved his foot over, rubbing his sock across my face. I eagerly complied, licking the soles of his white socks while furiously beating my meat. Then Matt pushed his toes into my mouth and I started sucking them through the fabric. He brought his other foot over and rubbed it across the side of my face while I ran my tongue over the socked toes stuffed into my mouth.

Matt pulled his dick out and started jerking off as I worshiped his socks. I took the toes of his other foot into my mouth, sucking and licking the soft, white cotton. I pulled away, turning onto my side and began licking across the top of his sock towards the red and blue Champion logo on his ankle. I felt my orgasm building as I ran my tongue along the hem of his sock, tasting his skin where it met the cotton.

"I'm cumming", I whispered. Then my second load of the night exploded out of my cock. I pressed my face into his socks as I came, inhaling the scent of him, mixed with the wet smell of the saliva-soaked cotton, and a hint of my cum. Most of my load landed on my sleeping bag, but some of it landed on Matt.

"Dude, don't jizz on me", Matt said.

Pulling my face away from his socks, I replied, "Sorry."

I propped myself up on my elbows, watching Matt jerk off in the near darkness. He started tugging on his balls as he got closer to orgasm. His arm was a blur as he stroked his beautiful cock. I sat up all the way and leaned forward so I could get a better look.

"I'm getting close," Matt said in a husky voice. "Get over here so I can cum in your mouth."

I eagerly complied, bending down so that my face was only inches from his flailing hand. Then Matt let go of his dick and said, "Suck it."

As soon as the words left his mouth, I took him into mine. I felt Matt's hand on the back on my head pressing down. I swallowed his cock, feeling the head pushing into my throat, his pubes tickling my nose. He held me there, tight against his crotch as his cum started shooting out of his cock. The first couple of shots went down my throat before he let up enough for me to pull back, taking the rest of his load into my mouth.

I gently swirled my tongue around the head of his dick as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and milked the last of his cum into my mouth. Matt was rubbing the back of my head as I cleaned his cock and swallowed his nut. I continued nursing on his dick until it started to soften in my mouth. When I started to pull away, Matt tugged my head towards his stomach.

"Lick your shit off me, dude", he said, pressing my face into his abs. He guided my head as I licked my cum off his stomach and chest, making sure I got it all. Then he let go and sat up.

"I gotta take a piss", he said.

Feeling really daring at this point, I asked, "Can I watch?"

"I guess so, if you want", he replied.

Matt got up and I followed him into the bathroom. He closed the door behind me, then turned on the light. I knelt down beside the toilet, wanting to get a good view. Matt turned to the toilet and started to pull his dick out through the fly of his shorts. I reached out, pushing his hand away, then unbuttoning his shorts, letting them fall to the floor.

His dick was still hanging out of the fly of his briefs. I grabbed it, tugging lightly, urging him to step forward and out of his shorts. He let me pull him closer, kicking his shorts off his feet. I took in the sight of him, trying to memorize him like that; bright, white Champion socks, cock hanging out of his FTL briefs, looking down on me with those dark, blue eyes. He was so close to me his cock was nearly touching my lips.

"You going to open your mouth?", he asked, looking at me questioningly.

"What?", I replied, coming out of my reverie.

"You wanted to watch me piss, then you pulled me closer to you. I figured you wanted to drink it.", he said. "Just put your mouth over my dick, I know you really want it.", he ordered, fixing me with that intense stare.

I did as he said, realizing I kind of did want it. Once I slipped my mouth over his dick, Matt put both his hands on my head and held me there while he started pissing. The warm stream flooded into my mouth and I began to quickly swallow. The stream was coming to quickly for me to keep up. I choked a little, causing some of his piss to leak out of the corners of my mouth and run down my face. The warm piss dripped off my chin, landing in my lap, wetting my underwear.

Ignoring my choking, Matt kept his hands clamped onto my head. I had no choice but to keep swallowing. The flavor was fairly mild, not even really unpleasant. As his bladder emptied and the stream tapered off, I let more of his piss fill my mouth before swallowing. Matt let go of my head and pulled his dick out of my mouth. He kept his dick pointed toward my face.

"Keep your mouth open and look at me", he demanded.

Again, I did as ordered, opening my mouth and tilting my head back to look into his eyes. He held my gaze for a moment, then shifted his attention to my mouth. After a second, he let loose with a much weaker stream of piss, watching it arc over and into my waiting mouth. Reminding me to keep looking at him, he started moving the stream back and forth, pissing on my face, into my hair, and finally aiming at my crotch, letting the last few jets soak my underwear. Finished, he looked back at me, staring into my eyes again.

"Lick my dick clean", he ordered.

I leaned forward, taking him back into my mouth. I used my tongue to bathe his cock, cleaning every drop off piss from his skin. Satisfied with my work, he pulled away, pushing his cock back into his white briefs.

"That's definitely going to happen again", he said.

"Whenever you want", I replied.

"Probably in the morning", he said as he turned around and bent down to pick up his shorts.

"Would you leave those off tonight?", I asked.

"Yeah", he responded. "But I'm going to sleep. I'll be under the covers."

"I know", I said. "I just want to think of you like that."

"Okay", he said, turning off the light and opening the bathroom door.

We went back to our sleeping bags and sat down. Matt said he wanted to smoke a little more, so I pulled out my last joint and lit it. I passed it to him and he took a couple of hits.

He passed it back, saying, "I'm good."

I took another hit, then stubbed out the joint, saving it for tomorrow. When I looked back at Matt, I saw him taking off his socks. He rolled them together, then turned to look at me.

"Your underwear still wet from my piss?", he asked quietly.

"Yeah, they're pretty wet", I replied.

He grinned, saying, "The other guys'll think you pissed the bed."

"Maybe", I replied. "It was worth it though. That was really hot."

Matt grinned again, barely visible in the dark. Then he reached over, putting a hand around the back of my neck and pulling me closer. When we were almost face-to-face, he brought up his other hand, the one holding his socks, and pressed the rolled up socks against my mouth.

He started pushing them into my mouth. I didn't resist, just let him force them in. Once he had the ball of socks shoved all the way into my mouth, he let go of my neck and sat back.

"Keep my socks in your mouth all night", he ordered. "I also want you to whip out your dick and jerk off before you go to sleep. Cum on your stomach. Tomorrow I want you to wake up covered in my piss, your cum, and with my socks crammed in your mouth. Then you'll drink my piss again. Understood?"

I nod my head yes. Then I leaned back, pulling my already hard dick out through the fly of my piss-soaked underwear and started jerking off. Matt watched me until my cum shot out onto my underwear and belly.

"Good", he said. "Last thing. If any of the guys ask you whats going on, you have to tell them the truth....."

To Be Continued?