Erick walked back to his room holding his new white sox, laughing
to himself. He sits down on his bed, and pulls the sock that used
to be his brother onto his right foot. It feels pleasently
warm and tight, and almost as if it were wriggling slightly.
Briefly wondering about that story they told about a jockstrap,
he lifts Ryan up and looks closely at him. Looks just like
every other white athletic sock, except for the impression of
Ryan's face in the fabric of the heel. "You always where kind of a
heel, weren't you Ryan?" laughs Erick. He then pulls down his
shorts and bvd's. "Lets see how you like this, eh?" Turning
Ryan inside out, he inserts his manhood and begins to pump.
Erick happily stops his pumping as he feels the sock slowly shrinking
over his cock and balls. It begins to massage his manhood, until
he can't take it anymore and he shoots his wad into the horny
footwear. "I see that you appear to have enjoyed that almost
as much as I did," Erick laughs, as he has to litterally pull
the sock off of his deflating dick. "But I don't want to wear a
slimey little sock to the game..."