Derek was training for a marathon of epic proportions. He ran 15 miles every day for practice, and today was no different. Rolling out of bed, he looked at his workout gear he had so lovingly used the night before. He grabbed his sweaty shirt and shiny yellow shorts from his workout yesterday and threw them on; If he washed them every time he worked out, they'd never be dry when he needed them again. Looking around, he found his mp3 player and put his headphones on. Then he grabbed his crusty black socks, shook off the cum from yesterday and pulled them onto his feet. The scratchy feeling made him kind of hard, and he always hoped other people would see his larger-than-average dick while he was running. He pulled on the other sock, slapped on his shoes and went outside for his morning run.
Matt was on his back on a carpet in a room he didn't recognize. Once his excitement abated, he looked around as best he could. His altered vision made things harder to make out with detail, but he could see all around him, including the carpet beneath his cotton body. He felt cold and lonely and started to regret this decision. A whole day just lying on the carpet? He started to worry, and distracted himself with that enticing taste again.
Matt saw some movement near the bed he lay beside and got very excited. He saw some legs swing over the edge and a foot landed right on his face! Instantly he got hard, or, warm in a way. It was difficult to understand the feeling of giddiness but he enjoyed it. He could taste the sweat of a clean foot after a good night's sleep, and it was smothering his face. As the figure stood up, Matt got a good look at the package swinging above him but the face was too far away to make out. The man stepped away and grabbed some other clothes and then reached for Matt.
Instantly Matt felt sick. One half of his vision was being lifted into the air and the other was dormant on the carpet. He focused, 'closed' his left eye and focused on the warm hand picking him up from what felt like his armpit. He looked at Derek and instantly knew this was exactly who he wanted to wear him. Derek violently shook Matt and his world started shaking. A second later, after the nausea, Matt got his wish. Derek stretched Matt's mouth open and dropped him back down to the ground. Everything slowed from Matt's perspective. The beautiful foot came into view again and Matt wanted, needed, to be used. He was pulled onto the toes and he could taste the sweat of everything! He felt the toeprints tickling his side, then stretched past the mounds and over the arch. He writhed and wiggled up the inner arch and over the rough calloused heel, feeling his spine lining up with the spine of the foot. He climbed up the bottom of the ankle and stretched as far as he could up the calf, his eyes resting just at the top of the foot looking across his stretched body. In anticipation of the next foot, Matt tried to focus on his other half.
Suddenly he was back on the carpet, lonely and waiting for the other foot. Derek reached for him, and Matt became ecstatic. Though, something was different this time. Matt was being held by what felt like toes now, and as he was stretched open he winced in pain. He was quickly slid onto the foot but everything was backwards. Matt started to panic when he realized his vision was stuck under the toes, inside the sock. He was inside out! No description made sense for how out of place everything felt, and Matt was in a lot of pain. From this position, he could taste the sneaker he was thrust into, but the foot was impossibly out of reach. He could only taste the stale B.O. of the sneaker he was promptly thrust into. He needed the foot he was hugging, and as the heat filled his body his desire only grew stronger.