The air in Eric’s apartment was thick with tension as Luke lounged on the couch, his white Nike crew socks peeking out from the hem of his jeans. Eric sat across from him, his dark hair slightly mussed, his black Converse resting on the coffee table. Professor Carter’s presence lingered in Luke’s mind, though he hadn’t yet mentioned it.
Eric leaned forward, a sly smile playing on his lips. “So, Luke,” he began, his voice low and teasing, “I’ve got something to tell you.”
Luke raised an eyebrow, his heart skipping a beat. “Oh?”
Eric’s grin widened. “You know Professor Carter?”
Luke nodded, his interest piqued. “Of course. Why?”
Eric’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Let’s just say we’ve… gotten to know each other pretty well.”
Luke’s breath caught in his throat. What the hell? “What do you mean?”
Eric chuckled softly, leaning back against the couch. “He invited me over to his place. Turns out, he’s got a thing for socks too.”
Luke’s jaw dropped. “No way.”
“Way,” Eric confirmed, his grin infectious. “And guess what? He knows about you. He wants to… meet you.”
Luke’s mind raced. Professor Carter? The same guy who’s always so composed and authoritative? The one with the sharp suits and that commanding presence? “You’re joking.”
Eric shook his head, his expression serious now. “I’m not. He’s into it, Luke. Into us.”
Luke hesitated, his pulse quickening. “But… what does that mean?”
Eric shrugged, a playful glint in his eye. “It means we’re invited to his place tonight. Just the three of us. And he’s got some… plans.”
Luke swallowed hard, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside him. “Plans?”
Eric leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Sock worship. Three-way. You, me, and him. All of us worshipping each other’s feet.”
Luke’s heart pounded in his chest. This is insane. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” Eric replied, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “So what do you say? You in?”
Luke took a deep breath, his mind racing with possibilities. “I’m in.”
*
Later that evening, the three of them gathered in Professor Carter’s sleek, modern living room. The professor himself looked as composed as ever, his dark blue dress socks contrasting sharply with his polished shoes. Eric, as promised, wore his black Converse and argyle socks, while Luke sported his white Nike Blazers and crew socks. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desire.
Professor Carter motioned for them to sit on the plush sofa, his gaze lingering on each of them in turn. “Gentlemen,” he began, his voice smooth and authoritative, “I think we all know why we’re here.”
Luke shifted nervously, his cheeks flushing. Eric, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease, leaning back on the sofa with a smug grin.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” Carter suggested, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The three men began to remove their shoes, the room filling with the soft rustle of fabric and the dull thud of shoes hitting the floor. Carter’s dress shoes came off first, revealing the dark blue socks that clung snugly to his feet. Eric followed, pulling off his Converse to expose the intricate pattern of his argyle socks. Luke hesitated for a moment before slipping off his Blazers, his white crew socks stark against the carpet.
The scent of their socked feet filled the room, a heady mixture of musk and warmth. Eric’s feet carried the faint, earthy aroma of his Converse, mingling with the clean cotton smell of his socks. Luke’s feet, freshly showered but still slightly damp, gave off a crisp, fresh scent, the white crew socks absorbing the faintest hint of sweat. Carter’s feet, encased in his dress socks, exuded a rich, masculine fragrance, a combination of leather and something uniquely his own.
Carter was the first to act, reaching out to cup Eric’s socked foot in his hands. He brought it to his face, inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the scent. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Eric smirked, leaning back to enjoy the attention. Meanwhile, Luke reached for Carter’s foot, his fingers trembling slightly as he grasped the dark blue sock. He brought it to his nose, inhaling the rich, intoxicating aroma. Oh my god, he thought, his head swimming with the heady scent.
Eric, not to be left out, grabbed Luke’s foot, his lips immediately finding the soft cotton of his crew sock. He kissed the sole, his tongue tracing the damp fabric, savoring the taste of Luke’s skin through the sock.
The three men quickly fell into a chaotic rhythm, their hands and mouths exploring each other’s socked feet with a feverish intensity. Carter’s tongue dragged over Eric’s argyle sock, his lips pressing against the sole with a hunger that left Eric moaning softly. Luke, meanwhile, buried his face in Carter’s foot, inhaling deeply as he kissed and licked the dark blue sock.
Eric’s hands roamed over Luke’s foot, massaging the arch through the thin cotton of his crew sock. “Fuck,” Eric groaned, his voice rough with need. “Your feet are so perfect.”
Luke blushed, his heart racing as he continued to worship Carter’s socked foot. The professor, for his part, seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, his hands gripping Eric’s ankle tightly as he worshipped his foot with a fervor that bordered on obsession.
The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the occasional moan or whispered word of encouragement breaking the silence. This is insane, Luke thought, his mind swimming with the intensity of the experience. But I don’t want it to stop.
As the minutes ticked by, the men grew more and more lost in their shared desires, their socked feet becoming the center of their universe. Carter’s lips found Eric’s arch, his tongue tracing the damp fabric of his sock with a fervor that left Eric gasping. Luke, meanwhile, continued to lavish attention on Carter’s foot, his hands massaging the heel as his lips pressed against the sole.
The pile of men on the sofa was a tangle of limbs and socks, their movements chaotic but strangely synchronized. Eric’s foot found its way to Luke’s face, and Luke eagerly kissed the sole, his tongue tracing the intricate pattern of the argyle sock. Carter, not to be outdone, grabbed Luke’s foot, burying his face in the soft cotton of his crew sock.
The scent, taste, and feel of their socked feet consumed them, each man lost in the pleasure of worshipping and being worshipped. The room was alive with the sounds of their shared desire, a symphony of moans and whispered words that filled the air.
“Fuck,” Eric gasped, his voice trembling with need. “This is…”
“Incredible,” Carter finished, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve never…”
Luke didn’t need to hear the rest. He knew exactly what the professor meant. This was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, a shared passion that transcended words.
As the night wore on, the three men continued to explore each other’s socked feet, their desire growing with every passing moment. The pile on the sofa shifted and writhed, a chaotic dance of hands, mouths, and socked feet.
“James,” Eric moaned, his voice breaking as Carter’s lips found his arch once more. “I’m so…”
“Close,” Carter finished, his own voice trembling with need. “Me too.”
Luke, caught between the two, could only moan in agreement, his body trembling with the intensity of their shared passion.
And then, just as the tension reached its peak, Carter pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at Eric and Luke. “We’re not done yet,” he whispered, his voice thick with promise.
Eric smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I know.”
Luke’s heart raced, his mind swimming with anticipation. What’s next?
“But first,” Carter continued, his voice smooth and commanding, “let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Eric and Luke exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding with excitement. “Lead the way,” Eric said, his voice rough with need.
Carter stood, extending a hand to each of them. They followed him eagerly, their socked feet padding softly across the carpet. The night was far from over, and they were ready to explore whatever came next.
The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Carter’s commanding presence filled the space as he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out three silk blindfolds. He held them up with a sly grin, his gaze flickering between Eric and Luke.
“Boys,” he said, his voice low and dripping with promise, “how about a little game? Sock roulette.”
Luke’s breath hitched at the suggestion, his pulse quickening. Sock roulette? The phrase alone sent a shiver down his spine. Eric’s eyes lit up, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Fuck yes,” Eric muttered, his voice rough with desire.
Carter chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that made Luke’s skin tingle. “You’ve guessed it. Blindfolds on. No peeking. You’ll take turns worshipping whichever foot I place in front of you. And trust me… you’ll enjoy it.”
He handed the blindfolds to Eric and Luke, his fingers brushing theirs deliberately, sending sparks of electricity through their bodies. Luke’s hands trembled slightly as he tied the blindfold around his eyes, the silk soft against his skin. The world went dark, heightening every other sense. He could hear the rustle of fabric as Eric adjusted his own blindfold, the soft exhale of Carter’s breath as he moved closer.
“Good,” Carter murmured, his voice a low purr. “Now, sit back and let the game begin.”
Luke felt the bed dip as Carter positioned himself between them. The scent of cotton and musk filled the air, intoxicating and primal. His heart pounded in his chest, every nerve in his body alight with anticipation.
“Let’s start with you, Luke,” Carter said, his voice smooth and commanding. “Reach out.”
Luke hesitated for a moment, then slowly extended his hands. His fingers brushed against something soft—a socked foot. He couldn’t see it, but its curves and arches beneath the fabric were unmistakable. His breath caught in his throat as he traced the outline of the foot, feeling the warmth radiating through the cotton.
“Go on,” Carter urged, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Worship it.”
Luke swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the arch of the foot. The fabric was slightly worn, soft against his tongue as he pressed a tentative kiss to it. He heard a sharp intake of breath—was it Eric’s or Carter’s?—and it spurred him on.
He ran his tongue along the sole, savoring the taste of cotton and sweat, the faint saltiness that made his head spin. His hands gripped the ankle, holding it steady as he explored every inch with his mouth. His senses were overwhelmed—the texture of the sock, the subtle scent, the way the foot flexed under his touch.
“Oh fuck,” someone groaned, the voice strained with pleasure. Luke couldn’t tell who it was, and it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the foot in his hands, the way it responded to his worship.
“Good boy,” Carter murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Now switch.”
Luke felt the foot being pulled away, replaced by another. This one was slightly larger, the socks thicker, with a pattern he couldn’t quite discern. He didn’t need to see it to know it was perfect. He pressed his face into the sole, inhaling deeply—an earthy, comforting scent that made his pulse race.
Eric’s voice broke through the haze. “Holy shit, Luke,” he breathed, his tone shaky with arousal. “That’s incredible.”
Luke grinned against the sock, his confidence growing. He nibbled gently at the toes, feeling the fabric stretch and pull under his teeth. The foot twitched in his hands, a muffled moan escaping from Eric’s lips. Luke’s own cock throbbed in response, the friction of his jeans adding to the delicious tension building inside him.
“Enough,” Carter said after a moment, his voice firm but tinged with amusement. “Eric, your turn.”
Luke reluctantly pulled away, his lips still tingling from the contact. He heard the rustle of movement as Eric slid into position, followed by a low groan as he presumably took one of their feet into his hands.
Luke’s anticipation spiked again as he waited, blindfolded and trembling with need. He felt a foot brush against his thigh, teasingly close. Carter’s chuckle sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through him.
“Patience, Luke,” Carter murmured, his voice dripping with mischief. “Your turn will come.”
Eric’s muffled moans filled the room, the sound sending shivers down Luke’s spine. He could almost picture it—Eric’s lips pressed into the sock, his tongue tracing patterns along the sole. The thought alone was enough to make Luke ache with want.
“Fuck, yeah,” Eric growled, his voice rough with pleasure. “This is so fucking hot.”
Carter’s response was a low hum of approval. “Indeed. Now, switch.”
There was a brief pause, then Luke felt a foot pressing against his chest. Carter’s voice was right beside his ear, warm breath ghosting over his skin. “This one’s for you.”
Luke’s hands shot out instinctively, grasping the foot before him. It was slender yet strong, the socks silky smooth against his palms. He didn’t need to be told what to do—he dove in, his lips finding the arch as though drawn by magnetism.
The taste was different this time—cleaner, fresher, but no less intoxicating. Luke groaned into the sock, his tongue working fervently as he worshipped the foot with single-minded intensity. His hands roamed higher, gripping the calf as he pressed deeper, losing himself in the sensation.
“That’s it,” Carter murmured, his voice a low purr. “Take your time.”
Luke didn’t need encouragement. He was consumed by the act, every lick and kiss driving him closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—husked moans, ragged breaths, the wet slide of tongues against fabric.
“God, Luke,” Eric gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re fucking amazing.”
Luke grinned against the sock, his confidence surging. He shifted slightly, his lips finding the toes this time, sucking gently on each one through the fabric. The foot flexed in his hands, a choked moan breaking through the silence.
“Enough,” Carter said after a moment, his voice thick with restraint. “My turn.”
Luke reluctantly pulled away, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He heard the rustle of movement as Carter positioned himself, followed by a sharp intake of breath—from whom, he wasn’t sure.
Then came the sound that made Luke’s cock throb—a low, guttural groan that could only come from Carter. The professor’s voice was steady, but there was an edge to it now, a raw hunger that sent shivers down Luke’s spine.
“Perfect,” Carter murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Absolutely perfect.”
Luke’s imagination ran wild, picturing Carter’s lips pressed into the sock, his tongue carving paths along the sole. The thought alone was enough to make him ache with need.
“Switch,” Carter commanded after a moment, his voice rough with desire.
Luke felt the foot being pulled away, replaced by another. This one was familiar—Eric’s. He didn’t hesitate this time, diving in with a fervor that surprised even himself. His lips found the arch, his tongue tracing patterns along the fabric as he lost himself in the act.
“Christ, Luke,” Eric groaned, his voice shaky with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
Luke didn’t intend to. His hands gripped Eric’s ankle, holding it steady as he worshipped the foot with everything he had. Every lick, every kiss, every nibble was deliberate, calculated to drive Eric wild.
“That’s enough,” Carter said after what felt like an eternity, his voice strained but commanding. “Blindfolds off.”
Luke hesitated for a moment, then tugged the blindfold free. The room came into focus, and he blinked against the dim light. Carter was seated between them, his shirt unbuttoned and his chest heaving slightly. Eric was sprawled on the bed, his hair tousled and his eyes dark with lust.
Carter’s gaze met Luke’s, his expression unreadable but brimming with promise. “Well done,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “But we’re far from finished.”
Luke’s pulse quickened, his cock throbbing in anticipation. What’s next?
