It was 1:00pm on a fall Saturday afternoon. Justin had invited me over to his house in Stratford, Ontario to kick the soccer ball around. He and I have played on the same soccer team since we were little, but now that he’s been touring the world, I don’t get to see him much. So I happily drove my white 2003 Chrysler Sebring Convertible over to his house, soccer bag in hand. Justin was sitting on his front steps, waiting for me in a tight-fitting light blue v-neck t-shirt, black Adidas shorts, purple boxer-briefs, and long bright red nylon soccer socks pulled up over his little shin guards.
“What’s up, bro!” he shouted as I stepped out of my convertible, wearing a tight-fitting white v-neck t-shirt, red Adidas shorts, black spandex compression shorts, long royal blue nylon soccer socks pulled up over my shin guards, and my blue and white callisage Adidas flip flops.
“Alright,” I exclaimed. “So good to have you back in town. Stratford is real boring without you to hang with.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Life on the road is so hectic: thousands of girls screaming my name everywhere I go. Sometimes I just need a break, some quiet time to chill with my bros back home.” He flashed me a smile as he said the last part.
“Well at least you’ve got Selena to keep you company when you go away,” I joked and lightly punched him in the arm. Selena is Justin’s current girlfriend. She’s such a gorgeous Latina, funny and super talented, too. I always love hanging out with her and Justin when he comes home. “Where is she anyway?” I asked nonchalantly.
“She’s off at the zoo entertaining my little brother and sister for the afternoon so that we can play some one-on-one for a while.” With that, he began lacing up his red Nike cleats, so I grabbed my Adidas Predators out of my soccer bag and put them on, too.
The warm fall afternoon progressed quickly. Justin and I started off kicking the ball back and forth across the yard, chatting about everyday life and some of his exciting memories from on tour. As we talked, the slight awkwardness of not having seen each other for months wore away, and our true friendship began to show. We used some trees on either side of his yard as makeshift goal posts and tried scoring against one another. After about an hour of playing, I decided to make our little game more competitive.
“How about we add a little wager to our game,” I said.
“Sure,” Justin returned with a little smile on his face. “Alright, if I win, then …” he paused to think for a few seconds “… you have to smell my sweaty soccer socks,” Justin laughed.
“Okay, and if I win, then I get to kiss Selena!” I exclaimed.
“Whoa, wait a minute. I know you’re my best friend and all, but Selena is my girlfriend. There’s no way I’m gonna let you kiss her.”
“What’s the matter, scared you’re gonna lose to me?” I joked.
“Fine, only because I know you can’t beat me anyway,” Justin smirked.
Our little friendly game soon became much more competitive as Justin and I both did our bests to quickly maneuver the soccer ball around one another and through the other’s goalposts to become the first one to reach ten goals. The sweat dripped from our bros, and our long soccer socks slipped down our legs, bunching up around our ankles revealing our shin pads, as we repeatedly slid to steal the ball. After 25 minutes of heated competition, the score was tied at 9 to 9. I couldn’t let Justin win. For one, I really wanted to kiss Selena, and two, Justin’s soccer socks would be extremely rank by this point, and I didn’t want them anywhere near me.
Using some fancy footwork , Justin got the ball around me and at last had a clear shot at the net. He took it, and with a swift kick, the ball soared through the posts. 10 to 9, he won.
“Who’s the better soccer player now?” He hassled with a wide grin on his face. I just shook it off.
“Yeah, yeah,” I replied rather lethargically. “Let’s go inside and get some food. I’m starving.” We unlaced our cleats, and I grabbed my soccer bag off of his front steps as we went inside.
“You’re not forgetting our deal, are you?” Justin smirked at me once I sat down on his couch.
“Ugh, make it quick,” I replied, clearly unhappy at my misfortune of not only having to smell Justin’s sweaty socks but also at not being able to kiss the lovely Selena.
Justin lay down on the couch next to me with his head at the opposite end and his socked feet in my lap. “Get sniffing,” he laughed as he raised his red soccer sock covered feet up to my face. I breathed in the aroma: fresh teenage boy sweat. I felt myself start to get aroused as the moist red nylon slid up and down my face. After about 10 seconds, Justin pulled his sweaty socked feet away. “Okay, that’s punishment enough,” he joked. “Now let’s eat, I’m hungry.”
The two of us raided his fridge and made some turkey and cheese sandwiches with some grapes on the side. Once we were finished eating, we tossed the dishes in the sink for Justin’s mom to clean up and headed upstairs to Justin’s bedroom to play some racing game on his PS3. His room was a huge mess: dirty clothes and video games everywhere. He added to it by taking of his tight v-neck shirt and throwing it on the bed, revealing his nice firm abs. Then Justin pushed two piles of clothes off of his beanbag chairs so that we could sit down while we raced each other in Mario Kart. We played one three-lap race, and I won’t lie, Justin absolutely kicked my ass.
“Damn, dude. No offense, but you suck at his game. Haha! I could probably beat you with my hands tied behind my back,” Justin laughed.
“Alright, you’re on. Get me something to tie you up,” I replied. Justin got up from his beanbag and opened his sock drawer, pulling out a big roll of silver duct tape.
“This should do the trick,” he said as he tossed me the roll.
“Okay, hands behind your back,” I ordered. He complied. I crossed his wrists and wrapped duct tape around them three times, then twice in between his wrists. I gave a nice little tug to test the tape job. His writs were nice and secure. As Justin sat himself back down in the beanbag chair, I decided to tape his feet together, red soccer socks still pulled up to his knees.
“Hey, wait, what are you doing?” Justin asked as I wrapped the tape around his ankles.
“Making sure you don’t cheat by jumping up and blocking the tv screen,” I laughed, knowing his silly tricks. Once I was done taping his legs together, I put the controller in his hands and the rematch began. To nobody’s surprise, Justin couldn’t steer at all with his hands behind his back, and I easily won the race. “I win! Now you’re my bitch for the rest of the afternoon,” I laughed.
I flipped him onto his stomach on the beanbag chair, and using the nearby roll of duct tape, I put him into a tight hogtie, hands almost touching his feet. He didn’t put up much of a fight, but complained that I had tied him too tight. As I started taking off my blue soccer socks, Justin got a little nervous. “Wait, what are you gonna do with those?” he asked, sounding a little panicked.
“Oh you’ll see … or not,” I joked, as I tied one of the socks around his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. With that, I let my fingers work their magic, tickling the soles of his feet as he squealed like a little girl, desperately pulling at his binds to no avail. He couldn’t escape my fingers as I trailed down his legs to his back and sides, running the tips over his soft, baby-smooth skin. After about 10 minutes, I decided to give him a break.
Breathing heavily, Justin joked, “I’m gonna hurt you so bad. Now let me out.”
“I can’t dude,” I proclaimed. “I want that kiss from Selena, and the only way I’m gonna get it is if you’re tied up out of the picture.” Prepared for Justin to retort, I shoved my sweaty, balled-up, blue soccer sock into his mouth as soon as he opened it to reply, making sure the foot end went in first. His angry protests were completely unintelligible, muffled perfectly by the wet sock, and silenced even further as I wrapped duct tape around his mouth three times to secure it in place. Standing back up, I looked proudly at my captive as he struggled helplessly on the floor, mmmmpppphhhhhing fervently into his delicious gag. “Don’t worry dude, I’ll let you out after I’m done with Selena. Don’t want you messing anything up for me because right now, she’s all mine.”
“That’s what you think,” a male voice stated from the doorway. Quickly spinning around, I stared aghast. There was Selena’s ex-boyfriend, Taylor, with a huge grin on his face.