What follows is a work of complete fiction.

This story will describe sexual acts between a man and a young teenage boy.

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If you are the type of person who has any difficulty whatsoever separating fantasy from reality, please stop reading now.

The events depicted in these stories have not happened, and will not ever happen. No one should ever attempt to replicate them in any way in real life. These events are a work of fantasy for the enjoyment of those with a healthy mind who have no problem keeping them in the realm of imagination. I have never attempted, nor would I attempt, any such acts myself and as such I am likely to get some details completely wrong. One thing I am certain of is that in real life, young boys would NOT appreciate this sort of thing being done to them and they are INCAPABLE of giving informed consent to allow these things to be done to them. If you ever even consider attempting these acts in real life then you should immediately seek help. If you ever contact me in any way and imply that you are even considering trying these things in real life I WILL contact the authorities. Please keep that in mind.

Children are wonderful innocent little people. If there are any in your life I would appreciate if you would consider it your duty to shelter them from any of the sorts of ideas presented in this story. Let them grow up without the knowledge that anyone even thinks this way. Let them become the excellent men and women they are destined to be without knowing these thoughts exist until they are adults and old enough to decide for them selves what they like to fantasize about. Respect them, protect them, and defend them from anyone who may seek to harm them in any way, and most of all just let them be kids.

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SockThief

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The Sock Thief

I have had a terrific life full of many great memories, with so many more yet to be made.

Of all of the days I’ve seen though, one hot summer day towers above all the rest as the single most important and without doubt the best day of my entire life.

As I sit in my home on another hot summer day just like it, I replay the details of that incredible experience in my head like it had only just happened.

***

I was enjoying a leisurely stroll along the trails in the beautiful river valley park system in my city. There is a network of paved walkways deep in the woods along the green belt right beside a river that cuts through the heart of the city. It’s beautiful here and many people enjoy it especially on a nice summer day like today.

As I often do when I pass men along the way, I think about what it would be like to have sex with them. It’s a pleasant way to pass the time. I have had a few random encounters in the past that were very enjoyable and I was always on the lookout for more. I don’t exactly come here to cruise, but I do keep an eye out. I’m feeling horny as I usually do, but really I’m mainly here just to relax and enjoy the outdoors.

As I came around a bend in the path there was a clearing in the grass on one side, with a bench at the back near the tree line. There was a young couple sitting on the bench enjoying each other’s company. There were a few other people standing nearby looking out over the river. There was a really good view of it from here through the clearing. Other people walked along the paved path. Everyone wore smiles of contentment.

As I passed the clearing I suddenly noticed something in the tall grass near the path. It was a discarded large sized pair of men’s socks. They used to be white athletic tube socks, but now they were dingy grey, extremely filthy and looked like they’d been sweated in a hell of a lot. I could see the perfect shape of the soles, and even the individual toes, of the big feet that had inhabited them in a dark sweaty and dirty stain on the bottom of the socks. They were completely worn out and had some holes. It looked as though they’d had a hard life on the feet of someone with less than stellar hygiene. I wondered how they had come to this ignoble end.

There was flattened grass in the rough shape of a fairly large person next to where the socks were as though someone had lay there for a while. I guessed that they must have taken off their shoes and socks to lie in the sun on the grass for a while, and then when they got ready to leave, they were so disgusted by their own socks that they chose to simply abandoned them and put their shoes back on their bare feet. It was the only logical explanation I could think of for them being there.

In any case, the reason for them being there wasn’t important. The socks looked perfectly disgusting, they were an eyesore, and more importantly, they must stink to high heaven.  I had to have them for myself.

Ever since I was just a little boy I’ve had a fetish for dirty, smelly men’s socks. I grew up the youngest in a very large family with six older brothers. Needless to say being the youngest meant I was excluded from just about everything that happened and I spent a lot of my childhood alone finding my own ways to amuse myself. I would sometimes play alone in the basement.

We had a large hamper on wheels that sat near the center of the basement that would collect dirty clothes dropped through a small chute that was hidden at the back of a hall linen closet on the main floor. My mother would occasionally gather up the dirty clothes from the various bedrooms on the main floor and throw them down the chute to land in the big hamper. She would come down days later when the hamper would be full and wheel it over to the laundry room to wash the clothes.

I was playing in the hamper once, sort of using it like a rowboat pushing myself around the basement using a broomstick as an oar. When I was done playing I rowed my way back to the spot where the hamper had started out, of course my mom had chosen that moment to throw a huge pile of dirty clothes down the chute. It was a few days worth of dirty socks and underwear from my dad and older brothers. My dad worked incredibly hard in construction to feed us all so his feet were cooped up in work boots for 12 hour days every day and they were always super rank.

The whole pile came down on my head as I sat in the hamper. I was disgusted at first, but as I began to crawl out of the hamper with stinky socks hanging off my head, over my face, and on my shoulders, something weird happened. I realized I very much liked the smell. I actually settled back into the hamper and started sniffing at all the socks. I didn’t have any idea why, and to be honest I still haven’t figured it out to this day, but it made me feel light and excited and good.

I went back to visit that hamper many times as the days passed, picking out the dirtiest socks and enjoying the scent of them. I’d sometimes watch my mother to see when she began to go gather up the dirty clothes, and I’d run down to the basement to get inside the hamper so I could experience the smelly socks raining down on my head like manna from heaven.

It’s sick, but it’s me. I can’t change it nor would I want to. It’s pretty harmless, and it’s just too enjoyable.

I shook my head to break from my reverie and the park came back into focus.

I was 38 years old and still hadn’t gotten over my fetish. Those socks would be mine. I began to get aroused thinking about how I would enjoy holding them to my nose and just inhaling the incredible aroma. I couldn’t just pick them up and walk away though. I wasn’t quite that bold. There were too many people around and it would be very odd to grab someone else’s dirty socks and keep them. Everyone here had probably seen them too as they walked past and knew they were there, it would have been too obvious what I was into if I stopped to pick them up. I had to wait until the coast was clear.

I walked a bit further down the path and then when I was out of sight I ducked off the side into the trees and snuck back a little way to keep an eye on the area from behind some bushes. As soon as the people left, I would come out and claim my prize. While I waited for a gap when nobody would be around, I began to think about how much I would enjoy the socks. No doubt they would smell terrific. Some random stranger I would never see, could be handsome or ugly, maybe big and burly, hairy and sweaty, a real man, had left them there just for me to worship.

I was getting so aroused that the thought crossed my mind to just beat off right there in the bushes while I waited for the chance to grab them. At least then I wouldn’t be walking all the way back to my car trying to hide a raging hard on in my thin athletic shorts as well as a stolen pair of toxic socks. Then I thought better of it. Getting caught masturbating in the bushes while watching people in a public park would likely not be a real good thing. I nearly laughed out loud and gave myself away just picturing the video of the arrest in my head.

So I waited impatiently.

It didn’t actually take long for the chance to present itself. The people who were on the walkway had continued on out of sight. The couple on the bench got up and slowly walked away hand in hand. The people who were looking out over the river had already continued their walk further down the pathway and would shortly disappear. There was only one person left on the trail who was just passing the spot where the socks were. He was a kid about 14 or so by himself just walking along, far too slowly for my liking. He needed to get gone before anyone else came along. He looked pretty unhappy and had his head down as he walked like he was deep in thought. He would be gone out of sight soon enough and I would make my move.

He went a bit past where the socks were and then suddenly stopped. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Everyone else had gone and he couldn’t see me spying from the bushes. He suddenly turned and walked back a bit and then off the path into the grass where the socks were. He stooped to pick them up, looked around once more to see that no one was watching, and lifted up his t-shirt, stuffed the socks into the front waistband of his shorts and quickly went back to the path to continue walking as though nothing had happened.

What the fuck!!??! I’d been robbed! Those were mine, damn it! Some unknown, burly, hairy, sweaty, smelly, manly guy had left his disgusting stinky socks there for me, not that kid! I was really upset. I was so looking forward to enjoying them. How often do you get so lucky in life? I would never come across a find like that again. Crap.

Then I thought about the kid and why he would pick them up in the first place and it dawned on me. I smiled. He was a young budding version of me! He must have the itch too and when he saw those socks, he couldn’t resist the urge to scratch it. Who was I to get angry at him for doing what comes naturally to him. He was only following his urges and there was really nothing wrong with that. He didn’t know I was waiting to grab them. As far as he knew he was the only one who knew of their existence. Technically that makes him the finder, and thus the keeper.

Oh well, you win some you lose some I guess. At least they went to a good home, where they’d be appreciated.

I returned to the path and started walking again. I didn’t get far before the thought struck me that I should follow the kid just for kicks. See where he went with them. I had nothing better to do at the moment. What if he changes his mind and drops them somewhere along the way? Maybe there was still hope.

I ran down the path to try to catch up to him. He hadn’t gotten far so I had to put on the brakes just a little ways down and around a bend in the path. There he was, walking a bit more determinedly now. I followed him for a while at a distance and suddenly he turned to the side, went off the path and headed into the woods. I slowly walked to the spot where he’d turned off and I saw there was a faint trail there leading into the trees. I turned onto it and followed.

He was just a little way ahead of me; I could see flashes of him through the trees once in a while. He was following this path as if he knew where it went. He might have a special hangout somewhere ahead, like most kids do, where he could be alone. Maybe that was where he was headed.

I continued to follow and then stopped short as I saw a glimpse of him ahead not walking anymore. I saw him examining the ground and looking for some sign or something, and then he suddenly turned and started off deeper into the woods. When I got to that spot, I couldn’t see any sign of anything. The faint path continued on, but not in the direction the kid went. He’d turned off it and headed into the thicker forest.

I followed in the general direction he had gone making as little noise as possible. I couldn’t find any sign of where he went. There was no path here. I walked in the same general direction looking around for quite a while trying to pick up the trail, but it was no good. I’d lost him.

I was beginning to sweat profusely from the heat and I was pretty much ready to give up. I started to turn back to head in the direction of the river so I could find the paved path when I heard a sound to my left. I turned and made my way in that direction quickly, but even more quietly and carefully.

Suddenly there was a break in the trees ahead and I stopped short of going into it. It was a clearing in the middle of a thick stand of big spruce trees with a nice soft green moss covered floor and almost no underbrush. It was a really nice private refuge in the thick of the woods.

Right in the middle of this clearing, the boy was on his back. He was still wearing his socks and shoes, but his shorts and underwear had been pulled down to his ankles. He’d hiked his shirt up to his nipples, likely to avoiding messing it up. His feet were planted on the ground not far from his ass and his knees were spread wide. He had his cock in one hand and was jacking away at it, and with his other hand he was holding those incredible socks over the whole of his face, breathing through their rich musty fabric. He was moaning loudly while beating off. He was very deep into it and enjoying himself immensely. I was envious, but extremely aroused. I decided to stay in my hiding spot and watch the fireworks erupt.

This kid was quite attractive. He had nice sandy blonde hair and looked to be somewhat athletic. Now that I saw his exposed crotch I realized he might be 13 instead of 14 though my memory of my own development at that age was vague. He looked to be well into puberty, but still had a ways to go. His balls and scrotum had obviously started to grow and take shape, very nice shape I thought, but they still had no hair on them that I could see. They looked as though they had started to hang down just a bit but still didn’t look to have any real heft to them so they hadn’t grown a whole lot yet. His cock looked like it had started to get long, but not very thick. The fact that he had pushed his shirt up suggested that he was fully able to ejaculate already.

The only hair he had around his genitals that I could see was a very small thin patch of pubes right at the base of his penis. Not much at all. His cock was absolutely gorgeous. Not thick at all but nice and straight and long for his age. It looked to be almost five inches, maybe more, with a nice shaped head about the same width as the shaft. He was uncut so the shaft of his penis was pristine with no scars. Over all, it was a thing of absolute beauty.

I was extremely turned on by this amazing sight. I thought again that I should maybe just rub one off right here in the bushes. It’s not like he could say a whole hell of a lot about it if he caught me. Once again the image popped into my head of me spying on someone while hiding in the bushes and beating off and I nearly laughed out loud. I’m not usually the hiding, voyeur type, I’m usually a full on participant. I had certainly never been with a kid though and had no real interest in going down that dangerous road.

After a little further thought, I decided I had to have some fun with this. This was too special a moment to pass up. I needed to think of a fun way to torture this kid a little bit as punishment for stealing my prize.

I’m pretty quick on my feet, and came up with a simple prank right away.

While still hidden behind the bushes, I quietly slipped my shoes off and pulled off my socks and put them on the ground, and then I slipped my bare feet right back into my shoes.

While the kid was working his cock like a jackhammer and oblivious to the world, I came crashing out of the bushes and into the clearing, making as much noise as I could.

He actually yelped and his whole body convulsed and bounced a bit off the ground from the shock of my entrance. He instantly pulled the socks from his face and stuck them quickly behind his back, as though they were the only thing he needed to hide in this situation. He didn’t give any thought to his shorts being down around his ankles or his knees spread wide, his little balls hanging in the wind, nor his shirt hiked up to his nipples, not even the hand he still had firmly attached to his engorged cock, just the socks that he had been holding to his nose, that’s what needed to be hidden.

He lay like that with one hand behind his back and one on his gorgeous prick, completely stunned and frozen in place.

I pretended not to notice him there.

I made a big show of moving around in the clearing holding my left arm in front of me with my right hand messing with the front of the digital watch I was wearing on my left wrist, like it was some sort of electronic tracking device that was homing in on something. I pretended to be totally focused on its display. I moved it this way and that and then finally moved it toward the boy and suddenly stopped and acted like it had locked on to something in his direction.

I looked up at him, pretending I had only just noticed him there, and asked, “Have you seen my socks?”

He looked a bit scared for a second, then looked at my watch and then back at me. He slowly shook his head but said nothing.

I looked at my watch again, and then looked suspiciously back at the boy.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

He looked down at my big feet and saw they were sockless inside my shoes, and then he looked back up at my face. His hand came out from behind his back, empty of course, and he still said nothing.

I walked around the clearing a bit more, circling the boy, and acted like no matter which direction I went, the display on my watch led me right back to him, where it locked on again.

“Hmmm, I hope you’re not lying,” I said sounding serious, “Those socks mean a lot to me. They’ve been in the family for years. I’ve sweated in them, my dad sweated in them, and his dad before him. I had a tracking chip installed on them a long time ago in case I ever lost them.”

He looked incredulous. I was relying on the shock factor to keep him off balance so he wouldn’t realize how ludicrous the whole thing was.

He still just stared, but now he looked like he was thinking hard. Whether he was trying to figure out if it was a gag, or just trying to figure a way out of this mess I couldn’t tell. Best knock him off balance again before he had too much time to think.

“Hey, are you aware that you’re lying here with your cock out with your hand on it?” I asked.

He turned beet red as he realized the pose he was in, released his grip on his rapidly deflating cock, and quickly reached down and hiked up his shorts and underwear.

“Sorry,” he croaked, “I was just having some fun. I didn’t think anyone would ever see me here.”

I smiled at him and said, “No need to apologize. It all looked pretty great to me. You should be very proud of what you’ve got there. God knows I’ve had the same sort of fun with my own junk more times than I can count through the years. Wish I had time to stop and rub one off myself right now.”

This seemed to put him slightly more at ease.

“I wouldn’t have seen you at all if my tracker hadn’t led me here,” I added.

Again he looked at my watch, and then back at me.

I sat down on the moss beside him and let my shoulders slump.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said, “Those socks meant everything to me. It’s taken me years to get them the way they are. My tracker led me straight here but you say you haven’t seen them. I paid big money for this thing for nothing, fucking thing doesn’t even work!” I growled and smacked at my watch in anger.

He looked at me suspiciously. Had I taken it too far? He might be starting to catch on that this was all a bit too much and I might be goofing with him. I needed to get him off balance again to extend the fun.

I stood up right in front of him feigning a sudden fit of rage and flung my arms up and roared, “God damn it! When I find out who took them there’ll be hell to pay. I want them back!”

I am a very big guy and I can be imposing at the best of times, I’m six foot five and 250 pounds of muscle and bone, I’m very hairy and bear like, with buzzed hair on my head and a short trimmed goatee. When I stood up and bellowed waving my arms like a territorial grizzly he got really scared and scrambled backwards a bit to the edge of the clearing. As I’d hoped, the stolen socks stayed behind on the ground. I did an exaggerated double-take and I looked at them in shock, like I had no idea they were there until he’d moved off them, and then I looked straight at him menacingly.

Now he looked really scared.

“Please, I just found them here,” he desperately explained, “I liked them. I just wanted to smell them while I beat off. You can have them back. I didn’t take them! They were just sitting here! Honest!”

Poor kid looked like he was about to piss his pants. The hilarity of the situation finally got to me. I couldn’t take anymore and I broke down and put my hands on my knees and erupted in gales of laughter. I dropped to the ground and rolled around guffawing.

He started to turn red now as it fully dawned on him I was having him on.

Maturity has never been my strong suit. He was already unhappy at being the butt of a joke but I couldn’t stop laughing. There were tears in my eyes as I was clenching my belly and pointed at him and said, “You should see your face!”

And then I broke into another wave of laughter and felt like I might piss myself as I saw his face start to twist into an uncomfortable, embarrassed half smile.

“I wish I had a camera!” I laughed.

“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled and started laughing himself.

Finally my laughter started to die down and I got more under control.

I chuckled one last time, wiping the tears from my eyes and breathlessly said, “Thanks man.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For giving me the best laugh I’ve had in a long time,” I replied

“I didn’t do anything,” he said.

“Didn’t do anything?” I asked, “You call stealing a pair of smelly dirty socks, sneaking into the forest with them, hiking down your shorts, and plastering those socks to your face while you spanked the monkey and moaned like it was the best thing in the world, nothing?”

He started to turn red again.

“Yeah,” I said, “I know you didn’t just find them right here, you stole them back at the paved trail and then brought them here.”

He looked startled for a second and looked at my watch.

I busted out in laughter again as I realized he was back on the tracker thing. I slapped my leg a few times to get control back and again wiped tears from my eyes.

“No, dummy, I don’t have a sock tracker,” I said, still chuckling.

He turned even redder when he realized how ridiculous the idea was and that he’d bit it hook, line and sinker.

“I saw you take them back there by the walking trail,” I said, “and I had to follow you to see what you would do with them.”

He looked really embarrassed now for getting caught doing something so disgusting. I realized he still didn’t know that I’d been after the socks myself and I started to feel bad for him. It wasn’t my intention to traumatize him and destroy this fun fetish for him.

“Awww, come on. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, really, here’s the deal…”

In order to let him off the hook completely I outed myself and confessed the whole story about how I was planning to take the socks and had been hiding in the bushes, getting all worked up for a good wank session, waiting for my chance to pounce on them, when he got there first and sock-blocked me.

He smiled and said, “Really?”

“Really,” I said, “I am heavily into dirty socks and I was looking forward to doing with them pretty much exactly what you ended up doing. In fact I couldn’t have found a better spot for it than this.”

Suddenly as I looked around the privacy of the clearing the thought crossed my mind that maybe we should both just go ahead and jack off with the socks. There were two of them after all. Why not share? Then again I got control of myself and realized this would not be appropriate. I could do it after he left maybe.

He started laughing.

“So I’m not as weird as I thought I was,” he said.

“Yes you are, G.I. Joe,” I said, “You’re just as weird as I am, but there’s nothing wrong with being weird when it hurts no one and it’s for fun and pleasure,” I smiled.

“G.I. Joe?” he asked.

“Yeah, I have a habit of calling people by their name and when I don’t know it I just make one up for them. I was thinking of the kung fu grip you had on your cock when I showed up.”

He blushed a little bit, then smiled and looked at me with measuring eyes for a moment and said, “Fuck, you got me good. You really had me going. It was such a bizarre thing I couldn’t think straight.”

“That’s what I was counting on,” I said.

I had ended up sitting right next to the dirty socks on the ground and had picked them up and was looking them over in my hands while we spoke.

He watched me do this for a bit then smirked and said, “Go ahead, you know you want to.”

I looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then it occurred to me what he meant. I smiled, brought the socks up to my nose and took a long, leisurely sniff at them. The odor was almost overwhelming.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “They’re even better than I’d hoped!”

“Yup,” he agreed, “they’re awesome.”

I held one out to him and said, “Look, we both found them. To be fair we should each have one.”

“Cool!” he said as he moved over to where I was and sat back down and took the sock from me.

“I’m Mike,” he said.

“I’m Jake, I’m really happy to meet you Mike,” I said, extending my hand.

He shook it, and then turned to the sock he’d just taken from me. He held it back up to his nose and sniffed a bit more with his eyes closed and then grinned at me.

We sat in silence for a minute not knowing what to say next, and then he broke the silence.

“Have you ever smelled someone’s dirty socks while they’re still wearing them?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said, “That’s the best way to do it. Some guys get really embarrassed and just won’t let me do it, but that’s OK. It’s definitely not the only reason I’m with the guy, it’s just a nice bonus when he lets me do it. Some guys think it’s totally disgusting, and yet they find it a huge turn on that I’m so into the smell of their feet so they let me have at it and it raises their own enjoyment of our sex a bit.”

I suddenly stopped and realized I was talking quite frankly about sex with other men to a young boy that I don’t even know. I should probably quit that.

“I wish you had socks on, so I could smell those,” he said boldly, “I’d like to try that at least once.”

He looked at me for my reaction.

I smiled at him and said, “I was wearing socks. I had to take them off back there in the bushes to make the gag work better.”

I pointed back to where I had come crashing in to the clearing.

He looked over to where I had pointed, then back at me. He set aside the diry sock he was already holding, and then he got up and went to the bushes and looked around. He spotted them and picked them up and brushed a couple of leaves and twigs off them.

“They’re still a bit warm and damp,” he said as he walked back to where I was and sat down.

He held the spot that had contained my toes up to his nose and smelled them.

“Not bad,” he said, “but they don’t really smell much.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I put clean socks onto my clean feet this morning. They did go into my smelly old shoes and I have been sweating a lot from this heat so there’s at least something there.”

“You want to smell mine?” he offered, “I’ve been wearing them a few days. I think you’ll like them. I’m not much for keeping super clean.”

Questionable personal hygiene seemed pretty typical for a young teenaged boy on summer break.

“Yeah, I’d love to smell them,” I said, setting my stinky prize down next to the other sock.

He took off his shoes and moved to take his socks off too, but I stopped him. I didn’t want to pass up this rare chance. It should be fairly harmless if I do just this one thing…

“Wait,” I said, “do you mind if I smell them while you’re still wearing them?”

“Sure!” he said with enthusiasm.

I was sitting with my legs crossed. He maneuvered so he could lie on his back with his legs stretched out, and dropped his smelly feet right in my lap and smiled at me.

I brought them up to my face and marveled at their nice shape. His feet had started to grow quite a bit it looked like. They seemed almost too big for his body. His major growth spurt must have started. His socks were fairly new and in good shape, but they were very dirty from days of wear in his sneakers, and sweaty from him walking in them in the summer heat. I could see the outline of the soles of his feet in the sweat stain on the bottoms.

They smelled great. I rubbed my face on them and nuzzled my nose right under his long toes and inhaled repeatedly. It was really fantastic. I was starting to get aroused again and could feel the blood start rushing into my penis so I shouldn’t keep this up much longer.

He watched and waited patiently with a wide grin on his face while I enjoyed them for just a short time more, and finally I put his feet back down in my lap away from my growing member and just massaged them while I spoke to him. It was really nice to be talking with someone else who had the same fetish as me. This was something I’d never done before and it was sort of freeing.

“These are really terrific, thanks for letting me at them,” I said.

“You should take my socks,” he said, “My mom won’t notice them missing from the piles of dirty socks on the floor of my room. You can keep these. I think it would be cool to know you’re out there somewhere, smelling my feet even though I’m not there.”

I grinned, “Wow, thanks!”

I slipped them off his feet, gave them one last long sniff, and then put them aside with the stolen socks. Then I went back to rubbing his bare feet.

It struck me how comfortable this kid was with all this. Here I was, a total stranger massaging his feet in my lap. That’s a pretty intimate and personal thing to let someone do to you, especially when you know your feet are ripe. He must be really well adjusted and confident. He must have had a sock fetish for a long time too to be so open and natural about it.

While still massaging his feet, I asked, “So when did you first start to like socks?”

He shrugged, “About twenty minutes ago, I guess.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise and said, “What? You never liked them before?”

“No, at least, I never thought about it before. When I saw those socks sitting in the grass I didn’t think much about it at first, but as I walked past them I got the weird urge to find out what they smelled like. I’ve been trying a lot of new things lately. Life’s too short not to. When I got here and started sniffing them, I really like it. Just the idea of getting off on some dude’s stink was a huge turn on. I couldn’t help jacking off with them. So that’s when I started liking socks,” he smiled.

That one comment about life seemed odd coming from such a young boy so I said, “You can’t be more than 13, you’re a little young for the whole ‘life’s too short’ routine don’t you think?”

He shrugged and said, “I’ll probably be 14 in September, that’s less than two months.”

The phrasing he used seemed odd. Does he not know exactly how old he is?

“What about your dad, or brothers, you never got the urge to sniff their socks before?” I asked.

He shook his head and said, “I’m an only child and I don’t have a dad. He died in crash coming home from work when I was just a baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said.

He shrugged and said, “My mom’s terrific. I’ve always wished I had a dad, but you can’t really miss what you never had. I’m OK I guess.”

He studied me for a moment as I massaged his feet and then he said, “It’s so fantastic getting my feet rubbed. I had no idea. I’m glad I got to find out how that feels.”

I smiled but said nothing. He watched me some more. It seemed like he was trying to make some decision. There was something going on in his head and I didn’t want to break his train of thought by speaking.

He suddenly pulled his feet back and crossed his legs and said, “I want to rub yours for a while, OK?”

I smiled and nodded. I pulled myself further away from him, straightened my long hairy legs and gently put my big feet in his lap. He pulled my old sneakers off one by one and stuck his nose right inside them to take a good whiff. He smiled and inhaled some more, then he put them on the ground beside him along side my socks.

He turned to my big bare feet and started working them over just as I’d been doing to his. He kneaded them and pressed his thumbs into the balls of my feet and pinched at the toes and moved them around. He rubbed his hands up and down the top and bottom. He really seemed intent, examining them very closely.

He looked up at me and said, “I’ve never seen a man’s feet so close before. You have a tiny bit of hair on top and even some on top of your toes! It’s nice and soft. I really like it.”

I continued to smile, enjoying the attention to my feet.

He stopped massaging them and stared at them for a moment, and then he lifted one up to his face and sniffed under my toes. He then stuck out his tongue and licked all along the underside of my toes. My other foot was still in his lap, and I could feel his erection rapidly coming back and pressing against my foot through his shorts.

He began sucking on my toes with fervor, like he was caught up in this new intimate act and was getting extremely turned on. He put my big toe in his mouth and sucked like a baby on a bottle, and then switched back to licking the underside and putting his tongue through the gaps between toes and licking up the salt and sweat there.

He was so heavily into this and I was getting hugely aroused myself, and had a full raging hard on in my shorts now.

He looked over and noticed my condition and a smile came over his face as he seemed to come to another decision.

He gently put my foot back down next to the other, then took my legs by the ankles and forced them apart moving my feet to the sides as far as he could push them, then he crawled up between them to my crotch.

Holy fuck, is this kid about to do what I think he is? Should I let him? I thought.

I didn’t have much time to think about it before his hand came out and latched onto my boner through the thin material of my athletic shorts.

Electricity shot through me instantly. The sight of that boy’s hand groping at me was such a turn on I wanted to see where he went next with this, but I couldn’t in good conscience let it happen.

“Hey mike,” I said in a husky voice, “You’re just a kid. I don’t think we should…”

“Shut up,” he said with a wicked grin, “you owe me some fun for interrupting what I was doing before.”

I decided to let him play for a bit. What harm could there be with a little groping and exploring, just as long as he kept it on the outside of my clothes.

Without warning he lifted the waistband of my shorts and underwear and pulled them down and hooked them under my balls. He drove his face in and locked his lips on the underside of my cock.

I jumped slightly in shock.

He stuck out his tongue and began working it against the underside of my thick, highly engorged, seven inch penis. He licked it along the length several times pressing hard with his tongue, and then tongued the piss slit a little bit playing with the precum that was oozing out of it.

He pulled back his head briefly to take in the sight of it all. I have very large balls and my big sack is covered with soft fur. With the front of my underwear and shorts hooked under them they probably looked even bigger and fuller. My cock is circumcised, and a bit thicker than average with a large, well shaped head. I have a lot of body hair and a thick patch of pubes that my erect member was currently resting in. The whole package was glistening with sweat from the summer heat.

He moved his face back in and planted his nose right to the side of my big balls and took a long sniff at them. He tried to work his nose underneath my balls snuffling like a searching hound dog but the waistband of my underwear and shorts prevented him from going further down between my legs. He rubbed his face all around my hairy, sweaty balls like he wanted to transfer the essence of them onto it. This kid was deep in rut.

I was getting so worked up myself I had forgotten to object further. I moved a hand to his head and tried, without great effort I might add, to push his head off.

“Really Mike, this isn’t right,” I said.

He batted my hand away and looked at me with a flash of anger.

“I get to decide what’s right for me. I’m sick of people telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. I want to try things, damn it. It’s my life. Shut up and let me decide what to do with it!” he growled and then he turned his face back into my crotch.

I was shocked again. Angry sex can be great, but coming from a 13 year old boy it was more than a little unexpected. Something was really eating at him.

He seemed intent to take what he wanted and wasn’t going to let me tell him otherwise. I decided I’d done my part and had objected. I was now being forced. It just wasn’t in my control anymore. Yeah, that’s it, forced, by this boy. There was nothing I could possibly do to stop him officer, seriously.

I smiled and moved my hand back to his head, but this time I put it on the back of it and gently rubbed at his soft hair to let him know I was enjoying what he was doing there.

His tongue came out again and he licked the skin between my balls and my thigh. Then he turned his head slightly and his tongue moved onto my sweat covered ball sack. He began washing them thoroughly with the flat of his tongue, then made a point with the tip of his tongue and swirled it around in the sweaty fur. He would move his head this way and that to attack my balls from different sides with his mouth. He’d suck at one of my big nuts and I’d moan a bit, then he’d move to the other and suck again. It was like he wanted to lick me up like an ice cream cone until there was nothing left. He was insatiable and very much in heat.

After he’d spent considerable time and effort cleaning my big hanging nuts he grabbed my throbbing member and lifted it up, and planted his nose into the thick patch of my pubic hair. He started to give that little forest the same treatment, swirling his tongue around and licking up the salt, sweat, and odd little dribbles of urine and precum that must have accumulated there since I last showered yesterday.

He focused for a while on the spot just at the base of my penis. He was attacking it with gusto, mouth open and tongue rubbing at it furiously. I could even see saliva drool from his mouth he was so into the taste and smell of it. He rubbed his face all over my pubes for a while again as though he was so into the scent he wanted to wear it on his face for a while.

He must have finally finished licking up all of the sweat, salt, and stink from my crotch because he pulled his head up and started moving backward. His real intent revealed itself immediately though. He grabbed my underwear and shorts and while moving backward and pulling my legs back together, he yanked them down my thighs, past my knees and over my feet and tossed them aside.

He nodded his head in the direction of my shirt with a look in his eye like he would brook no objection. I should just take the fucking thing off, now. And he began taking off his own shirt, shorts, and underwear.

I paused briefly to enjoy the sight of this sex crazed boy tearing his clothes off before me. He pulled down his shorts and underwear and stepped out of them, revealing his stiff cock bobbing up and down and straining for attention. He paused as he was removing his shirt and looked at me again as if to say “what’s the fucking holdup?”

I did as he had commanded and sat up and lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, then lay back down fully nude on the soft green moss.

He threw aside the last of his clothes and then he dove full length onto my big furry body. He writhed on top of me like he wanted to rub every last bit of my sweat onto his skin. He moved his mouth onto mine and jammed his tongue past my lips. I opened my teeth to let him in and sucked on his drooling tongue with passion. Our tongues wrestled with zeal, each trying to suck up every bit of saliva from the other’s mouth. The intensity of it raised my passion for this boy yet another notch.

He broke the kiss and then moved his head over to my moist, musty, very hairy arm pit. I don’t normally wear deodorant or antiperspirant, I can’t stand the smell of that shit. I shower every day, but knowing I was going to walk and sweat in the heat today I was waiting until after I got home later. My last shower was yesterday morning before work. He was now getting the full effect of a hot summer day on a man’s hairy pit. He rubbed his nose in it and seemed to go even a bit crazier than he’d been around my crotch. I could hear slurping sounds as he licked and sucked at one of my sweaty pits, and then the other.

He’d pull the pit hair into his mouth and use his lips to squeegee off whatever sweat he could. He licked them frantically with the flat of his tongue for a while to get whatever salt was on the skin while I could feel his raging boner poking into me. It was like it was the best treat ever and he couldn’t get enough. It seemed as though he wanted to sample the most disgusting parts of my body and just kept raising it up a notch. He really is like a young budding version of me.

He still didn’t seem to be getting quite what he wanted and he pulled back and looked me over up and down for a moment as though searching for any other source of sweat.

I was absolutely enraptured watching the sex crazed ardor this kid was experiencing.

Suddenly he thought of something else and he moved back down between my legs. He grabbed the backs of my thick muscular thighs and lifted them up with a grunt and began to push them back towards my chest. He looked at the situation and he realized this was going to occupy his hands too much so he stared me right in the eye and then nodded toward my knees.

I knew what he wanted, so I brought my hands up and hooked them behind my knees, pulling them back a little and moving them a bit further apart to give him as much access as possible while my heart rate went up.

My huge feet hovered in the air over either side of his head. He looked down at the sight of me and grinned, and then moved his face in towards my ass crack. He stopped short and put his hands on my ass cheeks and forced them apart so he could get a clear view of my asshole. He studied it for a bit as if gauging his level of lust. Did he really want to go this far?

He did not hesitate long. His face came in and he began to lick with the flat of his tongue along my butt crack from down near my tailbone, past my pucker and all the way up to the base of my balls. The sensation was wonderful. He lifted his face away briefly to look again at what he’d been licking, and once again gauged his level of horniness, then smiled wickedly and went back in for more.

He licked every bit of dirty sweat he could find down there and then his tongue began to focus directly on my asshole. He licked it several times rubbing his tongue against the ridges cleaning it thoroughly and getting a better feel for it. Then he made a point with the tip of his tongue and probed hard at the tightly sealed bullseye right in the center of my sphincter.

My heart rate increase a bit again. I could not believe what was happening. This was one of my favorite things to do to others, but I’m not often on the receiving end. Some men go their whole lives without ever trying this most intimate of acts, but here was a 13 year old boy who seemed to think it was exactly what he wanted right now. I relaxed my anus to see if he really wanted in.

He pushed hard again with the tip of his tongue and it began to enter. He wasn’t stopping so I pushed lightly to open my asshole more and the tip of his tongue slipped right inside. I let him pull it back and get a taste to see if he would quit. His tongue went right back in and he tried to drive it even deeper, rubbing it against the smooth walls of my rectum.

I was the one in heat now. He was so fucking into this that he was driving me higher into sexual ardency than I’d ever felt before. This young boy lustily eating my grown up dirty asshole out like it was the first meal he’d had in days. I was longing to grab hold of my cock and start working it but my hands were busy holding my knees to keep my ass in position.

My breathing became ragged and shallow and I groaned with the desire for more. I squeezed my sphincter and felt his wet tongue get forced out. The sensation of his velvety tongue as it slid against all of the concentrated nerve endings on my anus was sending me to heaven. I’d relax my sphincter muscle and he’d drive his tongue right back in for me to squeeze it out again. This boy’s tongue was within inches of my shit and it was as if he was trying desperately to get even closer. I was so fucking turned on right now.

I was getting close to orgasm and he seemed to recognize that. He looked briefly at the situation. My hands were still locked behind my knees so I couldn’t touch my dick, he was more interested in the taste of my rose bud right now so his mouth was too busy to suck me off, so he put his hands to work. He moved his left hand onto my big heavy balls and started to gently move them around and massage them. Then he put his other arm around my thick muscular thigh and grabbed my big throbbing cock sort of backhanded with his palm on the underside of my dick, his thumb down towards the base of my cock and hooked around it, and fingers wrapping around to the topside of it, and he squeezed it hard. He moved his hand up just below my cock head and began forcefully twisting back and forth and occasionally jacking up and down by pulling the skin along rather than creating friction by rubbing it. The sensation was intense.

He returned his face to my ass crack and jammed his tongue back in my hole.

This was it, I couldn’t possibly hold out any longer. The feeling of his pointed tongue sliding in and out of my eager, sensitive hole, his hand massaging my big furry balls, and his other hand jacking my cock while I lay there pulling my knees back to let him service me all came together to send wave after wave of electricity up through my body.  My scrotum began to tighten up intensely, getting ready to squeeze out its huge load of sperm.

I began bucking a little, out of control as the first huge blast of orgasm seized my body and I yelled out. My pelvic muscle began to pump hard and cum shot out from my cock in a great stream that went into the air to land on my chest. Another wave hit and the slit on my dick head shot another long, thick spurt onto my belly. There was so much volume I could literally feel the cum rushing up my shaft to explode out the end. It felt like a fucking fire hose going off. I don’t think I’d ever shot as much cum before. It just kept coming in time with the pulsing of my anus with the boys tongue still jammed into it.

It was like going into free fall for a long time. I wished it would never stop, but eventually it did. The pulsing began to slow down and the cum went from spurting to running out of the end of my cock into my pubic hair. As the orgasm began to subside I let go of my knees and slowly brought my feet back down towards the ground.

Mike suddenly lifted his head from between my legs and looked at me a little angrily again with a look that asked what the hell I was doing. I was a bit surprised, but I brought my legs back up and grabbed my knees again realizing he might not be done enjoying himself down there.

The boy spat at my asshole a couple of times and brought himself up between my legs to move his hips into position.

Holy fuck! He’s going to take me! This boy of 13 is about to take what he wanted and fuck the daylights out of a big six foot five, 250 pound hairy grizzly bear of a man! This was easily the best experience of my life to date. I briefly wondered if he’d consider marrying me.

As though he’d done this before, Mike spat on his finger tips and then rubbed the saliva around his cock head to lubricate it. Spat again and spread a bit on his shaft. Spat one last time and added that bit to my anus, pushing a little of it into my hole with his finger tip. Then, as if I was nothing but his big furry fuck toy, he unceremoniously stabbed my anus with his stiff little uncut cock and ran it right up the full length into my ready hole with a grunt.

Something happened that I’d never experienced before. I was so massively turned on by being used by this rutting boy that as his cock slammed in and approached my prostate I felt the waves of electricity suddenly build back up again and I was having a second orgasm! The feeling was not quite as overwhelming as the first but it had more of an edge to it and I was in ecstasy. I let my self fall into the abyss again and rode the waves. Before I had even made it all the way back down to earth, this kid was sending me straight back up to heaven again.

There was nothing left in my prostate so even though my pelvic muscle began pulsing like mad again there was no more cum left in me. The orgasm was short but intense and amazing. Different than any I’d experienced before.

The pulsing of my anus with the second orgasm was definitely doing something for Mike. He moaned at the sensation of his cock being clamped hard repeatedly, and he began humping me with abandon. He seemed to feel he could get more, so he put his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed my ass up a bit more so he could get a better angle and go as deep as possible.

He leaned over and began to piston his hips at me. He fucked like a rabbit, with all the energy of a young boy. He opened his eyes and looked down at what he was doing, at this big sweaty man he was using. He got a crooked grin and began grunting and slamming me even harder. He pushed up harder and my ass came higher. His knees were a bit off the ground now and his feet were slipping a bit against the soft loam as he drove forward against me while bucking his hips as hard as he could. It was like he was taking some sort of anger he was carrying against the world and directing it down into this act to intensify it.

It did not take him long to reach the peak. His motion quickened even more and I could hear his breaths come short and gasping. Then his head went up and back with his mouth wide open and he yelled out “Oh fuck!” as the orgasm slammed into him like a freight train and he shot his young load into my bowels.

He pushed my thighs with more force and slammed against me even harder and held that position while driving into me like he was trying to jam his stiff rod right through me. I could feel his cock head swelling and pulsing inside me. He spasmed and thrust hard a few more times, and then after a while he began to pump long and slow, riding out the last of the waves.

I was completely in love with him at this point. This kid knows how to let go and really fuck someone. It was mind blowing to see this, given his tender young age.

At last he pulled himself out, settling back onto his knees and allowed me to drop my feet to either side of him. He looked at me and suddenly beamed a bright satisfied smile. What a contrast to the angry look he’d had moments before.

He came up still smiling from between my legs and crawled onto my chest rubbing his own chest along the trail of cum all over my belly and chest hair like he wanted to wear the warm sticky mess, and he collapsed on me with his face buried against my neck. I put my hand on his back and began to rub it.

“Thank you so much Jake,” he said into my neck, “I needed that more than you know.”

I was surprised by the amount of feeling I could detect behind that statement.

“God Mike, you don’t have to thank me,” I said, “You just gave me the best experience of my life.”

He nuzzled my neck in acknowledgement but just lay there quietly on me feeling the afterglow.

After a few minutes of silence, while still rubbing his naked back, I said, “You must have done this stuff before. You seemed to know exactly what you wanted and took it. You have way more talent than I would expect from someone your age.”

“I’ve done it a couple of times with a friend of mine from school before he took off for the summer, just to try it out. I never did it with a grown up man before. This was ten times better,” he said and lifted his head up to look at me, “I couldn’t believe how great you smelled and tasted, and all that hair. It sort of drove me insane for a while. It was way better than with my friend. He has no hair on his body and his dick and nuts are really small. He doesn’t really have any smell either. I never felt the same need to climb all over him like I did with you.”

“I guess we just have great chemistry,” I told him, “Sometimes you’ll find the smell of some people will make you crazy like that, while others might have no effect on you.”

He thought for a moment and then said, “I think my friend would probably like you too, but I doubt he has the guts to try it. I should tell him about this when he gets back and see if he wants to.”

I was suddenly alarmed, “No, Mike. He doesn’t need to know. No one does.”

He smiled at me, “OK, don’t worry. I just thought you might like to try him too. Besides, you didn’t do anything to me, I did it all to you, remember?”

I smiled back, “I doubt he could hold a candle to you man. You’re about all I can handle, thanks.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I guess I went a bit over the top there. I was sort of angry and it felt good to take it out that way. We won’t have much time together though; I thought you might like to have someone else to play with when I’m gone.”

“Gone? What are you talking about?” I asked.

Suddenly some of the odd things he’d said since I had first met him, and the way he’d said them, came back to me and I started to get a little scared.

I continued, “You seemed really down in the dumps back when I first saw you on the walkway too, come to think of it. And what’s with all this ‘life’s too short’ stuff coming from a kid who’s got a whole life of adventure ahead?”

“I’m dying,” he said matter-of-factly and without much emotion.

I was aghast. I was speechless. Was he serious?

“Holy shit! My God, I’m so sorry!” I said.

“It’s fine,” he said, “you didn’t know.”

I suddenly found myself wondering if this was some cruel prank to get back at me for the whole sock tracker routine.

“Are you pulling my leg? I can take a joke, Mike, but that would be a bit sick and way too cruel.”

“No,” he said, “I’m not pulling your leg, I have leukemia,” he replied.

Suddenly I recalled his statement that he would ‘probably’ be 14 in September. My heart began to break.

“How much time do you have Mike?” I asked quietly, actually afraid of the answer.

“Probably no more than a few months,” he replied.

Holy shit, I felt so bad for him. How the hell could this be happening? He’d just given me the happiest time of my life and now it was turning into the worst imaginable. It certainly wasn’t his fault of course. What a fucking unfair world. Assholes abound, they’re everywhere you turn, why do the good people get taken instead?

My mind was reeling.

“Fuck!” I shouted, truly angry at the universe, “Can’t you get treatment? You seem so healthy right now! Wouldn’t chemo help?”

He shook his head, “No…well, yes and no.”

“Huh?”

He continued, “It’s not the first time. I had leukemia first when I was a little kid. They did a ton of chemo then. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me. It was torture. I lost all my hair. Every part of my body hurt. I never felt so sick in my life, always vomiting, always aching. All I had was my mom, but she had to work all the time so it was mostly just nurses. I felt so alone and it hurt so much. After a long time I made it through and they said I went into remission.”

I saw a tear form at the edge of his eye and my heart started to break a bit more, but I stayed quiet.

“They didn’t know how long the remission would last,” he went on, “Could be forever, could be just a little while. They did say that if it ever came back, it would be harder to beat.”

I didn’t like where this was heading.

“About a month ago I was starting to feel a bit weak on some days for no real reason. My mom took me in to get checked out and they said the cancer is back. They want to do chemo but a more intense treatment than before and they want to do radiation treatments. All of that will only help to beat the cancer back to where they can do a bone marrow transplant. It’s my only hope. They tested my mom and she’s not a close enough match. It wouldn’t work. They said I should do the treatment anyways while they look for a matching donor. A complete stranger can be a perfect match but it’s hard to find the right one. There aren’t many donors out there. If I don’t start the treatment now, I’ll be dead in a couple of months. Even if I do start the treatment, it won’t do me any good without a donor. So I told them no.”

Oh God, this is too much. Tears welled up in my eyes. I started to get a little angry with him and spoke through tears.

“You told them ‘no’? Why won’t you fight?” I asked.

He looked angrily at me and said, “You don’t know what it’s like! It hurts more than anything you can imagine! I felt so sick I just wanted to die the last time. I was so mad I even wanted everyone else around me to just go away and die! I only did it then because I was a little kid and didn’t know I could just say ‘no’. I didn’t know about life and death. I didn’t know what it would be like after I got better. Now I do.”

“But, you did get better. Why won’t you give it another chance?” I asked as the tears rolled down my face.

“Another chance for what?” he asked, getting angrier, “Life sucks. I have no dad, no brothers, no cousins; my mom works all the time to keep us going. I’m just not having fun and I can’t go through all that on the slim chance that they might find a working donor so I can keep on not having fun. It’s just not worth it.”

Now I got really angry.

“Not worth it?! What about your mom? Don’t you think it would be worth it for her? What about your friends? Hell, what about me? I just met you and I already think you’re one of the best people I will ever know! What about all of the other people you would meet in your life if you got better, the people who would love you? You’re the type of person who would make everyone’s life that much better. You’re letting them all down. Why would you just rob them of the chance to get to know you? What about all the new things you won’t get to try? Like the things we did today? Didn’t we just have a ton of fun? Don’t you realize there’s a fuck of a lot more fun just like that with all sorts of people stretched out in front of you across the years just waiting for you to take? Can you not see how terrific you are? God damn it! I don’t want this to be the last time I ever see you!”

I am not a crier, never have been, but I didn’t know what the hell to do and I’d never felt so helpless in my life so the tears kept coming.

After I’d finished my rant he sat up on my waist and looked down at me in shock. Here was this big bear of a man reduced to tears, over him. As I looked up at him pleadingly, something seemed to click. Tears began to well in his own eyes, and he came back down and wrapped his arms around my neck.

“You’re right,” he whispered, “I get it now. I was only thinking of how much it would hurt, not the future that might happen if it worked. I need to fight, for my mom, for you and everyone else. I think I can do it, but only if you’re there with me.”

I grabbed him in a tight bear hug and nearly squeezed the life from him right then and there.

“I’ll be there Mike, I swear it.” I promised.

He started wiggling under the pressure of me squeezing him so I let him go and he sat up again, laughing this time.

“You’re gonna kill me you big goof!” he yelled and smacked me on the chest.

Suddenly he got up and started gathering up his clothes and putting them on. He looked over at me like he was in a hurry for me to come with him.

I sat up and reached for my clothes and started getting dressed.

“Let’s get going,” he said, “I want to tell my mom. She was reading under a tree back at the park. The doctors said every minute counts so she should probably take me in today, and get the treatments started.”

I jumped into the rest of my clothes to join him before he had a chance to rethink any of this. I wiped the last tears from my eyes, gave him a big smile and took his hand. He led me back to the paved pathway since he knew the way.

In our rush we’d completely forgotten the smelly anonymous socks that had brought us together. They’d been abandoned once again for someone else to stumble across.

As we emerged from the trees onto the walkway a woman who’d been wandering down the path saw us and started heading towards our direction. She looked somewhat haggard with dark circles under her eyes like she hadn’t slept well in weeks. She saw we were holding hands, and then looked alarmed and stared right at me with anger.

“What the hell is this?” she asked furiously as she approached, “What are you doing with my son?”

“Hey, mom, relax,” Mike said trying to calm her down, “he didn’t do anything. I bumped into him in the woods back there and then we had a long talk is all. He explained some things to me, really important things.”

She seemed to calm down a bit but looked perplexed. Mike let go of my hand and moved towards her.

Meanwhile, all I could think about was my cum drying all over Mike’s chest under his shirt. He’d been rubbing his face all over the most private parts of me too, he must reek of me. I wished he would keep a bit more distance between him and his mother so she couldn’t smell it. I was very nervous and momentarily considered bolting from the scene.

Mike took his mom’s hand now.

“Mom, I changed my mind,” he said, “I want to start the treatments right away.”

Her face went pale at first, then the biggest smile I’d ever seen blossomed across it. She looked as though a heavy weight had just been lifted off her.

“Oh my god! That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, “Sweetheart, I’m so glad. You made me so happy!”

She leaned forward and grabbed him in her arms and began planting kisses all over his face.

He chuckled and tried to push her off but she just pulled him back in again.

He hugged her hard and then let her go and grabbed my hand again and pulled me closer to them.

As she pulled away from him she wiped at her nose as if to brush something off, looked at how Mike had taken my hand and pulled me closer, and she gave me a suspicious look.

Shit, she obviously smelled me on him and knew what must have been going on back there in the woods.

Before she could say anything Mike piped up.

“Jake convinced me,” he said, “he made me see it was you I was giving up on, and our whole future. He made me understand that I have to do what I can to try to get a chance to do new things and feel new feelings for my whole life. I can’t go down without a fight. I can’t do that to myself, to you, to him, to everyone. He cried for me mom. He said he would stay with me while I fight, to help me. I know I can do this if he’s there with me.”

She looked over at me in wonder and came to some resolution as she began to fully understand what was at stake, and her face relaxed slightly. She turned to me and looked me right in the eyes with some intensity.

“I don’t know who you are, or what exactly you did, or what all you said, but I love my son. He’s all I have in this world and I’d do anything not to lose him. If he wants you with him, if he believes thats what he needs to win this fight, then I want you there. You are welcome to be with my boy and talk to him any time you want,” she vowed.

The emphasis on the word ‘talk’ made her meaning clear. I nodded in understanding.

***

All of that happened exactly 15 years ago to this very day.

Mike went in for the treatments immediately and it was terrible.

I took an extended leave of absence from work and stayed by his side the whole while. It took some doing but I convinced his mother to let me help out with their finances so she could work less and spend more time with Mike during their ordeal. It was no hardship for me. I made great money and had only myself to look after.

The kid went through hell.

I had tests done on myself on the odd chance that I might be compatible. The odds were very slim though. Regardless, I wanted my name in the donor registry anyways for anyone who might be going through what this boy was, and who might benefit from my bone marrow.

It turned out our chemistry was even better than I thought. By some amazing miracle my human leukocyte antigen tissue type was a perfect match to his. I would be able to donate my bone marrow to him.

They pumped me full of drugs to build up my cell production while they blasted poor Mike with radiation to destroy the marrow cells in his bones. A couple of days later they harvested marrow from my hip bones and infused the cells into Mike.

The next month was harrowing. He had to undergo many transfusions since he couldn’t yet produce his own blood, and he was sealed away from us in a germ proof environment since the radiation had destroyed his immune system.

All we could do was wait and hope that the cells would graft and multiply. If the transplant worked he would begin manufacturing the marrow on his own which would allow him to start making his own blood again and his immune system would also come back in full force.

He came through like a champ. He was in full remission and the doctors said the transplant was a complete success and things couldn’t possibly look better.

Mike went on to attend college and did very well. He got married at 25 to a fantastic girl he met there. He is now one of the most successful, well loved, and happiest men I know, who goes around brightening the lives of everyone around him, just as I knew he could. He has a beautiful two year old daughter with another baby on the way. His mom is a grandma and in her glory.

Life is as good as it can get.

I heard a car door slam outside and it broke my reverie. I looked out the window and there he was. The sandy blonde boy I had followed into the woods is now a strapping 28 year old Adonis. He is as athletic as ever and very well built. Every single part of him has grown impressively well.

He came up my walk wearing sweaty track clothes and rang the doorbell.

I opened it and he swept in and we embraced and quietly cried tears of joy in each others arms for a moment.

Mike and I see each other frequently. Much to my delight and intense pride he has looked up to me as the father he never had. We have stayed heavily involved in each others lives through the years and I have been there for every major event in his life as he has for me.

We both have very serious romantic loves in our lives and we are very content. He’s completely devoted to his wife and loves her very much. I am devoted to my partner and I will love him till the day I die. My partner knows everything about Mike and me and is very understanding. He always makes himself scarce on this one special day.

The love Mike and I share for each other is ever present and underpins our entire relationship. We also have a special physical bond with each other that we can’t completely ignore. So, every year on the anniversary of the day we met in the woods, he sneaks over to see me and we engage in the same wild sex we did that first time when he was just 13.

On this day we allow all of our pent up lust for each other to combine with our love and gush out unchecked, and for this one day we are the only two people in the world who matter to each other. He ravages me from head to toe, multiple times, and I love it.

Every year, only on this day, he brings me a pair of his smelliest socks to enjoy and leaves them behind when he leaves. I have a big collection now and I hope to make it massive as the years roll on. They are my greatest treasure and I’ll never give them up.

He broke our embrace and grinned at me through his tears.

“How are you doing today, Jake?” he asked.

“Terrific,” I replied, “Thrilled to see you! How has your day been?” I asked, as is our tradition.

Also following our tradition he replied, “Great, I got up early this morning, put on the oldest, dirtiest pair of socks I had that I’ve worn for days onto my dirty feet, and went straight out for a run in my smelly old shoes. I ran for hours, and then I got in my car and drove straight here to have sex with the only grown up man I’ve ever fucked, the very same one that I’ll never get tired of fucking.”

I grinned back at him through my own tears, and waited for the next part he always said.

“There’s a little bit of you in my bones, now I’m gonna put a whole lot of my bone right back in you!” he exclaimed.

He jabbed at my midsection to tickle me and started pushing me, laughing, back into the house and he closed the door behind him so we could continue our tradition.

“I’m a sweaty mess though,” he warned, “my socks will positively reek to high heaven. Say, can you help me off with my shoes?”

I replied the traditional way, “OH HELL YES!”