Reece slung the overflowing gym bag onto the bare mattress of his new bedroom. A glance round at all his worldly possessions in various boxes and bags allowed him a relaxing sigh, it had been hard work but all his stuff was finally moved into his old mates room, now his. Dave, his best friends dad, appeared in the open doorway, holding two ice cold bottles of beer. “Think we both deserve one after today?” He chuckled, passing one to his new lodger. “Fucking definitely!” Replied Reece, taking an instant thirst quenching swig. Dave gestured at the gym bag on the bed, overflowing with the youths dirty laundry “those the bits you didn’t have time to wash?”. Reece, embarrassed slightly, moved to push the bag to the floor, “er, yeah sorry no time to…”. His excuse was interrupted by Dave, grabbing the bag and chuckling “don’t worry man, I’ll shove these on a wash and give you some time to get sorted… down about 8pm for food?”. Reece nodded relieved, “yeah sound cheers Dave”.
Dave threw the bag down in front of the washing machine, taking a long drink from his beer. His mind at odds between rational and perverse thoughts, agreeing finally on an ultimatum both parts could cope with. Everyone lost the odd sock or pair of underwear in the wash anyway, and it’s not as though the scally lad upstairs even kicked up a fuss when his socks disappeared from his feet. Exactly! He would allow himself to take one pair of socks, and one pair of boxers from the bag of sweaty clothes. That’s only fair, he nodded reconciling his own opinion.
Dave, happy with his plan, allowed himself to open the gym bag and explore its contents. The teenager scent was immediately released, much to Dave’s delight. Joggers, T-shirts were allowed a cursory sniff before entering the machine, but the methodical father was aware he had to move quickly in case he was discovered. Suddenly, he arrived on his first prize, a pair of black boxers had been thrown in inside out, revealing a large characteristic white stain on their front. Dave grinning at his luck, allowed himself to hold them momentarily just centimetres from his nose, briefly inhaling the musty boyhood smell and imagining what dirty fantasy the lad had envisioned while shooting into them.
The noise of Reece upstairs unpacking pulled Dave back to the task at hand, and soon he discovered his final trophy. Towards the base of the bag, he spied a pair of red football socks, balled up together as if to retain their scent. Dave shoved the socks and boxers into his jacket pocket, congratulating himself for being true to his word and taking only these. The door to the kitchen swung open, only a moment too late, as the washer sprung into life and Dave turned to greet the arrival of Reece. The boy, the unbeknownst object of his new landlords desires, walked in cockily, tentatively displaying a discoloured white sock. “Think I found Josh’s wank sock” he chuckled. Dave laughed at the joke, and advised Reece to leave it by the washer. “Better wash your hands before tea” he added.
The two new housemates enjoyed a takeaway pizza and several more beers before a yawning Reece headed for bed. Dave wished him a good nights sleep and settled on the sofa for a bit longer. Some boredom, unfortunately, crept over the older guy, and he lost interest in his regular programming. Grinning as he did, as it again was not his fault he became bored, he retrieved his iPad from the table. He located his desired app with ease, despite it being brand new, and a grey/white live feed from Reece’s room filled the screen. The chav scrolled boringly on his phone, and his secret onlooker sighed, going for the X in the corner. But wait! As he gave up hope, Reece’s right hand slipped beneath the covers, and moved rhythmically at his groin level, as his eyes flickered but focused on the screen. Dave smiled, as his cock swelled in anticipation. His hand pulled the football socks from his pocket, and he inhaled deeply from them, never removing one eye from the masturbating slut just upstairs from him. Yes, this would do nicely for night one… nicely indeed.
