My Buddy the Plumber 1.0My best buddy, Kevin is a plumber and recently was doing some work for me inmy basement, which was being made into a gameroom and powder room. Kevinworks as a maintenance man/plumber for a local university. He had comeright from work and was still in his uniform. Let me tell you a little bitabout him. He is a very good looking guy and stands at 6 feet tall. He isvery solid and masculine with short brown hair and a mustache. His has anice build and solid muscles, without being overly muscled. He wears a size11 shoe. I have seen Kevin completely naked several times, as he is veryproud of his body and has no issue with parading around for all to enjoy!We had vacationed many times together prior to us both getting married andhe would shower and return to the room naked. His body is simply awesome.His cock would hang soft at a nice 4 or more inches and is very fat with ahuge set of low hangers.Back to my basement. tuzla escort Kevin had stopped after work and we carried all of histools to the basement. One of his very first comments to me was that hisfeet were soaking wet with sweat. He asked if he could borrow a pair of mysocks to change into. Right away my mind starting swirling with the thoughtof how hot his socks and boots must smell and how badly I wanted them in myface. Needless to say, I went and got him my clean socks right away. Ialso liked the thought of his big hot sweaty feet being in my socks. I satand watched as Kevin changed into my clean socks and enjoyed the site of hisbare feet going into them. I made small talk and pretended not to be toointerested in what he was doing. After he changed, he started working onconnecting the plumbing for a toilet and sink. He was laying on the floor,with those hot feet stretched out towards me and my mind just drifted awayat maltepe escort how I would like to take his big feet in my hands and massage them forhim, and them press them tight to my face and inhale his strong man scent.As he continued working I focused in on his damp sweaty socks laying on thesteps. I walked over and slyly sat down on the step next to where they werelaying. As he worked I made more small talk with him and then reached downand took the socks into my hands. The feeling of the sweat dampened socksin my hands gave me an instant boner. I loved the feel of them in my handsand wanted so badly to smell them. It would have been too risky though,because he could have looked up at any time and seen what I was doing. Iwas content at the moment to just have them in my hands. Later as he wasfinishing his job, he started cleaning up his tools. He told me that he wasgoing to take some stuff out to his truck. This was kartal escort my opportunity. Assoon as he cleared the top of the steps, those awesome damp sweaty socksmade direct contact with my face. I took a very deep breath and inhaled hisincredible foot smell. The feeling of the cool damp material and the smellof his scent made me weak. It was the most delightful experience. Icontinued to inhale his smell and started kneeding my hard cock. Knowingthat he would be back in just a few minutes, I quickly unzipped my pants andpulled out my pulsing cock and started stroking it. As I did this I closedmy eyes and breathed in his sweaty sock smell and then erupted in a hugeload. I was able to quickly stuff myself back into my pants and place hissocks beside me just seconds before he started back down the steps. Much tomy disappointment, he gathered his sweaty socks and put them in the toolbucket on his last trip out. I very graciously offered to have him justleave them, and I would have my wife wash them, but he declined. How Iwould have loved to enjoy those smelly socks over and over again. I willhave to find more plumbing work that needs to be done at my home!