After Class
Luke’s dream was vivid, almost too real. He could still feel the warmth of Eric’s socked feet in his hands, the soft cotton brushing against his lips as he kissed them. The scent—musky, sweet, and undeniably Eric—lingered in his nostrils even as he slept. In the dream, he was back in Eric’s apartment, kneeling on the floor, slowly unlacing Eric’s sneakers. The anticipation was electric, his heart pounding as he pulled off each shoe, revealing those patterned socks that had haunted his thoughts for weeks. He buried his face in them, inhaling deeply, his tongue tracing the arch of Eric’s foot through the fabric. The taste was intoxicating, a mix of salt and something uniquely masculine.
The dream shifted, and Luke found himself sitting on the couch, Eric’s feet resting in his lap. He ran his fingers over the soft cotton, feeling the subtle ridges of the pattern—a mix of navy blue and white stripes that seemed to accentuate the shape of Eric’s feet. Luke’s breath hitched as he lifted one foot to his face, pressing his nose into the sole. The scent was stronger now, more concentrated, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t resist licking the fabric, savoring the faint saltiness that seeped through. Eric’s toes flexed under his touch, and Luke moaned softly, his own body responding with a surge of heat.
In the dream, Eric leaned back, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he watched Luke worship his feet. “You like that, don’t you?” Eric murmured, his voice low and teasing. Luke nodded, unable to speak as he continued to lick and kiss the socked foot. His hands moved to Eric’s other foot, massaging it through the fabric, feeling the warmth and firmness beneath his fingers. The sensation was overwhelming, and Luke felt himself growing harder with every touch, every breath, every taste.
The dream shifted again, and this time, Eric was the one kneeling before him, his hands on Luke’s feet. Luke’s white Nike crew socks were damp with sweat, the fabric clinging to his skin. Eric inhaled deeply, his nose pressed against the arch of Luke’s foot. “God, you smell amazing,” Eric whispered, his voice rough with need. He licked the sole of Luke’s foot through the sock, his tongue tracing the curve with a slow, deliberate motion. Luke moaned, his head falling back as pleasure coursed through him. The sight of Eric worshipping his feet was almost too much to bear, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge.
Luke woke up with a start, his cock throbbing painfully hard against the sheets. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that he could still feel the warmth of Eric’s lips on his feet, the weight of Eric’s socked feet in his hands. He didn’t even think twice before slipping his hand into his boxers, stroking himself furiously as he replayed the dream in his mind. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as he imagined Eric’s feet again, the way they felt, the way they smelled. The image of Eric’s patterned socks—those navy blue and white stripes—flashed in his mind, and he groaned, his hand moving faster.
When he came, it was with Eric’s name on his lips, his body shuddering with release. The intensity of the orgasm left him breathless, his heart pounding in his chest. He lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, the remnants of the dream still lingering in his mind. The scent of Eric’s socks, the feel of his feet, the sound of his voice—it all felt so real, so close. Luke closed his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realized that soon, very soon, it wouldn’t just be a dream.
The next morning, Luke walked into class feeling both exhilarated and nervous. He hesitated for a moment before sliding into the seat next to Eric instead of behind him. Eric glanced over, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Hey,” he said, his voice low and warm. Luke’s heart skipped a beat. “Hey,” he replied, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. The air between them was charged, thick with unspoken tension. Luke’s eyes flicked down to Eric’s feet, noticing the white crew socks peeking out from under his light-colored jeans. He changed them for me, Luke realized, a thrill running through him. Eric shifted slightly, his leg brushing against Luke’s under the desk. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through Luke’s body, and he could feel himself hardening in his jeans. Eric didn’t pull away; instead, he pressed his leg more firmly against Luke’s, his expression calm but his eyes dark with desire.
The class dragged on, but Luke couldn’t focus on a single word the professor was saying. All he could think about was Eric’s leg against his, the way their thighs pressed together, the heat radiating between them. He glanced over at Eric and saw that he was just as affected, his jaw tight, his breathing slightly uneven. When the bell finally rang, Eric leaned in close, his lips brushing against Luke’s ear as he whispered, “Let’s get out of here.” Luke nodded, his throat too dry to speak.
They walked to Eric’s apartment in silence, the tension between them almost unbearable. As soon as they stepped inside, Eric turned to Luke, his eyes blazing with hunger. “Sit,” he said, gesturing to the couch. Luke obeyed, his heart racing as he watched Eric sit down beside him. For a moment, they just sat there, their shoes still on, the air thick with anticipation. Then Eric reached for Luke’s feet, pulling them into his lap. Luke’s breath hitched as Eric’s fingers brushed against his sneakers, slowly unlacing them one by one. The sound of the laces being pulled free was almost obscene in the quiet room. Eric slid off the first shoe, then the second, revealing Luke’s white and gray Nike max crew socks. Luke’s toes curled involuntarily as Eric lifted one foot to his face, inhaling deeply. “God, you smell amazing,” Eric murmured, his voice rough with need. He buried his face in the sock, his nose pressing against the arch of Luke’s foot as he breathed in the scent. Luke moaned softly, his head falling back against the couch as Eric’s lips found the fabric, kissing and licking it with a fervor that made Luke’s entire body tremble.
Eric’s hands moved to Luke’s other foot, massaging it through the sock with a firm yet tender touch. His fingers pressed into the arch, kneading the soft cotton as if he were memorizing every curve and contour. Luke’s breath hitched, his body trembling under the attention. Eric’s tongue traced the curve of Luke’s sole, the wet heat seeping through the fabric and sending shivers up Luke’s spine. The sensation was electric, every lick and kiss igniting a fire deep within him. “Eric…” Luke gasped, his fingers digging into the couch cushions as he fought to keep himself grounded.
Eric looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire, a slow smirk playing on his lips. “Your turn,” he said, his voice low and husky. He shifted slightly, lifting his own feet onto the couch and placing them within Luke’s reach. Luke’s hands trembled as he reached for Eric’s sneakers, his heart pounding in his chest. He unlaced them with slow, deliberate movements, savoring the anticipation that built with each tug of the laces. The sound of the fabric sliding free was almost obscene in the quiet room, heightening the tension between them. He pulled off the first shoe, then the second, revealing Eric’s white crew socks. The sight of them made Luke’s mouth water, his pulse quickening as he took in the pristine cotton that hugged Eric’s feet so perfectly.
Luke lifted one foot to his face, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating—musky and sweet, with a hint of something uniquely Eric. It filled his senses, making his head spin with desire. His tongue darted out, tracing the arch of Eric’s foot through the sock, savoring the faint saltiness that lingered on the fabric. Eric groaned, his head falling back against the couch as Luke’s lips closed around his toes, sucking gently through the cotton. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through Eric, his hips shifting restlessly as he tried to contain himself.
Luke’s hands moved to Eric’s other foot, his fingers massaging the sole through the sock as he continued to worship the first. He could feel the warmth of Eric’s skin beneath the fabric, the subtle flex of his toes as they responded to Luke’s touch. The intimacy of it all was overwhelming, their shared desire binding them together in a way that felt both raw and beautiful. Luke’s tongue trailed along the edge of Eric’s sock, teasing the skin just above his ankle before moving back down to the sole. He pressed his nose into the arch, breathing in deeply as he let the scent consume him. “God, you smell amazing,” Luke murmured, his voice thick with need.
Eric’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling under Luke’s ministrations. “Fuck, Luke…” he groaned, his voice rough and desperate. His hands gripped the couch cushions, his knuckles white as he tried to hold himself together. The sight of Luke worshipping his feet was almost too much to bear, the intensity of his desire threatening to overwhelm him. “Don’t stop,” Eric whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with urgency.
Luke didn’t need to be told twice. He continued to lavish attention on Eric’s feet, his lips and tongue moving with a fervor that left them both breathless. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moans, the air thick with the scent of their shared passion. Luke’s own need grew with every touch, every taste, every breath. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body coiled tight with tension as he lost himself in the moment. “Eric…” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Their legs intertwined as they worshipped each other’s socked feet, the room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moans. Luke’s hands moved to his own cock, stroking it through his jeans as he continued to lick and kiss Eric’s socks. Eric mirrored him, his hand slipping into his pants as he buried his face in Luke’s foot. The pleasure was overwhelming, their shared fetish binding them together in a way that felt both raw and beautiful. “I can’t get enough of you,” Eric whispered, his voice trembling with need. Luke moaned in agreement, his hips bucking as he stroked himself faster. The room was filled with the sound of their shared desire, their bodies moving in sync as they lost themselves in each other.
“Fuck, Luke…” Eric groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his face deeper into Luke’s socked foot. His hand moved faster, stroking himself with a desperate rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. The scent of Luke’s foot—musky, warm, and intoxicating—filled his senses, driving him wild. He couldn’t get enough, his tongue darting out to lick the fabric, savoring the faint saltiness that seeped through the cotton. “You smell so fucking good,” he murmured, his words muffled against Luke’s sole. His other hand gripped Luke’s ankle, holding him in place as he worshipped his foot with a fervor that left them both trembling.
Luke’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body coiled tight with tension. “Eric… I’m close…” he panted, his fingers tightening around his cock as he stroked himself in time with Eric’s movements. The sensation of Eric’s lips and tongue on his socked foot was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel the heat of Eric’s breath through the fabric, the wetness of his tongue as it traced the arch of his foot. It was too much, and yet not enough. “Please…” Luke whispered, his voice breaking as he teetered on the edge.
Eric looked up at him, his eyes dark with lust, his lips still pressed against Luke’s sock. “Come for me,” he whispered, his voice rough and commanding. The words sent a shiver down Luke’s spine, and with a strangled cry, he came, his release spilling over his hand as his body convulsed with pleasure. His hips bucked uncontrollably, his toes curling in Eric’s grasp as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. “Eric!” he cried out, his voice raw and desperate, his entire being consumed by the intensity of his orgasm.
Eric didn’t stop, his own need too urgent to ignore. He buried his face in Luke’s foot again, inhaling deeply as he stroked himself faster, harder. The sight of Luke coming undone, the sound of his moans, the scent of his foot—it all pushed Eric to the brink. “Luke… fuck…” he groaned, his body tensing as his own orgasm crashed over him. He came with a guttural moan, his release spilling over his hand as he pressed his face into Luke’s socked foot, breathing in the intoxicating scent one last time.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies trembling, their breathing ragged. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breaths and the lingering echoes of their moans. Eric finally pulled back, his lips brushing against Luke’s sock one last time before he looked up at him, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. “You’re fucking incredible,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Luke’s heart raced at the words, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the heat of their shared passion. “So are you,” he replied, his voice soft but filled with emotion. They lay there for a moment longer, their legs still intertwined, their bodies still connected in a way that felt deeper than just physical. The air between them was charged with something new, something electric, and Luke couldn’t help but wonder what would come next.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies still intertwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The air was thick with the lingering scent of their socks—musky, warm, and intoxicating. Luke could still smell Eric’s feet, that heady mix of salt and masculinity that had driven him wild moments ago. He glanced down at Eric’s white crew socks, now slightly damp from his worship, and felt a fresh wave of desire course through him. His cock twitched in his boxers, already hardening again.
Eric must have felt it too because he shifted slightly, his leg brushing against Luke’s. His dark eyes met Luke’s, and there was no mistaking the hunger in them. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?” Eric murmured, his voice low and teasing. Luke shook his head, his throat too dry to speak. Eric’s hand slid down to his own socked foot, lifting it slightly so the scent wafted toward Luke. “Neither am I,” he said, his lips curving into a sly smile.
Luke’s breath hitched as the aroma filled his senses again, pulling him back into that intoxicating haze of desire. He reached for Eric’s foot, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the damp cotton. Eric groaned softly, his hips shifting as he grew hard again beneath his jeans. “Fuck, Luke,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.
Before Luke could respond, Eric leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. It was hungry and desperate, their mouths moving together as if they couldn’t get close enough. Luke moaned into the kiss, his hands tangling in Eric’s hair as their bodies pressed together. The taste of Eric’s lips, the scent of their socks, the heat between them—it was overwhelming, and Luke never wanted it to end.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, their cocks straining against their clothes. Eric rested his forehead against Luke’s, his breath warm against Luke’s skin. “We’re not done,” he said, his voice firm but laced with promise. Luke nodded, his heart pounding as he realized this was only the beginning.
