Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2004 22:28:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Josh Dugan
Subject: Eric's Jackoff Socks, by Josh Dugan

Eric's Jackoff Socks
By Josh Dugan

"What are you doing?" I asked Jeremy.

He was watering Eric's socks as if they were plants.

"Wait til you see what happens," Jeremy said, obviously excited. Seeing
Jeremy excited made me excited, too. He was boned.

"I can't wait. Tell me. What happens?"

Jeremy suppressed a laugh, telling me secretively, "These are Eric's
jackoff socks. They were in a pile on the far side of his bed."

"Don't they belong in the laundry?" I asked, somewhat disgusted.

"No, that's just the point. He's worn them, then jacked off into
them. That's why I'm watering them," Jeremy explained.

I tried to go along.

 "So they'll grow?"

"So they'll grow Eric's feet," Jeremy said, in hushed, excited
tones. "Cells that have come off on the fabric, plus Eric's own come,
basically clone his feet. You'll see in the morning."

"I don't think so," I said, meaning it. "Good night."

I kept having odd dreams that it came true, and Eric was passing his feet
around for everyone to see. For some reason Eric was four-footed, shoeless,
and had all the guys hot with all his extra feet.

Finally morning came, and I awakened to the sound of Jeremy whooping. "Whoo
hoo! I knew it!"

I was to bleary eyed to want to sit up, but Jeremy's commotion made me want
to hurl one of Eric's feet at him if there really were any of them like
Jeremy was saying.

But I did sit up, and there was Jeremy and a big pile of stocking feet
where Eric's jackoff socks had been. They looked like department store
dummy feet to display socks.  Jeremy was totally boned, and I felt myself
boning as well.

"Here, catch!" Jeremy said, throwing one of the stocking feet at me. My
hands caught it instinctively, but I was surprised that it wasn't a
stockinged dummy foot - it was a real foot, warm and heavy and flexible. It
was definitely Eric's foot. It even had that slight tang.

"Take the sock off it," Jeremy said. He had removed several socks from the
pile of stocking feet, and had a nice mound of Eric's pretty handsome male
feet piled up.

I found myself taking off the sock from the foot I held, and sure enough,
it was warm and real. Eric had nice feet, and this was exactly like
them. It was a left foot.

"This is a left foot," I said to Jeremy. "Are they all left feet?"

Jeremy laughed, finding two left feet and waving them in small circles. "No
wonder Eric can't dance; he's got two left feet!" But there were right feet
in the pile, too.

For some reason we knew Eric would be turned on by all his extra feet, and
he was, when he came in, toweling himself off from the shower.

"These are mine?" he smiled. "I thought I only had four."

It was my turn to feel like whooping. When had Eric grown four feet?

"I was out of socks and all I could find to wear were wet ones," Eric
smiled, looking at Jeremy. "Thanks to you. Now how am I going to get
dressed with four legs?"

"Oops," laughed Jeremy.