Latex Sleeveless XXX.Igor

I was waiting, leaning against the wall outside the toilets, every now and then rubbing myself over my hard cock.

Good-looking guy, I thought.

Fucking great chest, body hair showing through his slightly unzipped top, and the unmistakable bulge of his cock rubbing against his pants.

He looked down at my crotch.

A nod.

Then he walked inside.

I already knew I was in for a fucking good time.

The guy was already sitting inside the cubicle, his socks pulled up and waiting for me to sniff them.

And fucking sneakers!

Perfect, I thought.

I didn't wait. I dropped to my knees in front of his socks.

They fucking stank.

That heavy, masculine stink was almost suffocating, but I wanted more. More and more.

Suddenly, the guy pushed my face away, pulled off the sock and presented me with a beautiful, hairy, massive foot to lick.

Fuck, it tasted like the trainer.

It tasted like the sock.

It tasted like sweat.

It tasted like a fucking man.

I licked every fucking inch, running my tongue between his toes, while he pulled the sock over his cock and started stroking himself with it, up and down.

I was already right on the edge.

Then he smacked me across the face, spat on me and pushed my face onto his cock wrapped in the sock.

Fuck. Fucking heaven.

That stinking sock, soaked with my saliva. His cock pulsing underneath it. Everything filling my face.

He fucked my mouth harder and harder, speeding up and pushing his cock deeper.

Then I heard him start moaning, and through the sock wrapped around his cock, I could feel his cum soaking through the fabric.

Fuck.

Cum that tasted like a fucking sock.

My face was in heaven.

We stood up. He held out his hand.

“Igor.”

Then he looked at his favorite ASOX gear, now covered in his mess.

“You fucking came all over my ASOX,” he said, and walked out.