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MidReal Story
Warmth Between Us
Scenario:Hot guy Kip with thick center-parted shoulder-length brown hair and glasses wearing a gray t-shirt and green hospital pants and dirty white crew socks he's had on eight days and nights can hardly wait for his hot blonde friend Rob with shoulder-length curly blonde hair wearing a red t-shirt, gray sweat pants, and thick dirty white shin-length socks with three red stripes circling the lower legs to get into Kip's nice warm water bed with him. They always lay at each other's feet and Kip had wore his socks to tease Rob by putting them up over his face to smell as Kip tickled Rob's two and a half week old socks for as long as possible. He wanted to tease Rob all night long and really get his big, ticklish socked feet to squirm for hours on end as Rob's hot breath made Kip's socked feet hotter, sweater, and smelling for Rob's nose.
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Kip
He is a hospital worker with a passion for warmth and comfort. He is patient, playful, and sensitive. He has a warm heart and loves making his partner smile. He shares a deep, intimate connection with his friend Rob, who brings joy and heat into his life. Kip's bed becomes a sanctuary for warmth and intimacy, where he and Rob find solace in each other's company. The simple pleasures of touch and warmth mean the world to him.
Rob
He is Kip's friend with a special bond filled with warmth and intimacy. He is gentle, curious, and sensitive. His presence brings light and warmth into Kip's life, and he craves comfort and security. His feet are always a point of affection and connection for Kip, adding depth to their relationship. His hot breath on Kip's feet is a cherished moment of intimacy they both eagerly anticipate and enjoy in their cozy bedsharing routine.
I was so ready to get off work and back home to my warm water bed.
It had been eight days and nights since I’d changed my socks, and I just knew they were going to smell like a bitch.
I loved my dirty socks, and I wore them for a reason. A hot, horny reason.
My gray t-shirt and green hospital pants were paired with my dirty white crew socks.
I loved my gray t-shirt, green hospital pants, and dirty white crew socks; they were all just right for me.
I had been wearing them for eight days and nights, and they weren't showing any wear.
My name is Kip, and I’m a guy who loves his warmth. You see, I sleep in a water bed. Kicked up to ninety degrees. With my socks on. Yeah. They get really sweaty.
I reached for my phone during my final break, my fingers shaking with anticipation.
The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting an eerie glow on the break room walls.
I dialed Rob’s number, my dirty socked feet tapping against the floor.
Each ring made my heart race faster.
I pictured his curly blonde hair and red-striped socks waiting for me at home.
The phone kept ringing, and I couldn’t help but wiggle my toes.
My sweaty socks felt extra warm, and I imagined Rob’s face buried in them later.
Finally, his familiar voice answered, and a smile spread across my face.
"Hey, Rob," I said, wasting no time.
"Come on over. My waterbed is heated to perfection, and my socks have been waiting for you."
"Kip, you know I can't resist that combination," Rob replied with a chuckle.
"I’ll be home in thirty minutes. See you then."
I hung up, my heart racing with excitement.
I hurried through the hospital's exit, my keys jingling in my trembling hands.
The cold evening air hit me as I rushed to my car.
My socked feet slid slightly in my loose shoes.
At every red light, I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel.
I pictured Rob waiting at my place, his nose buried in my sweaty socks.
My worn socks felt damp against my feet, making me squirm in the driver's seat.
The familiar route home seemed longer than usual tonight.
I gripped the wheel tighter, my heart pounding as I pulled into my parking spot.
Taking the steps two at a time, my socked feet slipped slightly on the smooth stairs.
The stairwell echoed with my rapid footsteps as I climbed to the third floor.
Through the window, I spotted Rob's red car in the visitor parking.
He was already here.
My heart pounded faster, not just from the exertion but from anticipation.
The worn socks slid again on the last few steps, making me grab the railing.
Catching my breath at the landing, I adjusted my glasses and ran my fingers through my brown hair.
I unlocked the door, finding Rob lounging on the couch, his eyes lighting up as I entered.
"You made it just in time," he said, patting the spot next to him.
"Couldn't keep you waiting, not when I've got a fresh pair of socks ready for you," I replied with a grin.
We settled onto the waterbed, the mattress rippling beneath us as we positioned ourselves at opposite ends.
The warm water beneath amplified my excitement.
I slowly lifted my sock-covered feet toward Rob's face.
His curly blonde hair spread across the pillow, and I noticed his breathing quicken.
I inched my feet closer, watching his reaction.
The dim light caught his expression - a mix of anticipation and pleasure.
Finally, I pressed my worn socks directly over his nose and mouth.
The fabric of my crew socks stretched across his features as his first deep breath pushed through.
His warm exhale penetrated my socks, sending a shiver through me.
I press my socks more firmly against his face, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath.
The waterbed ripples beneath us as he shifts position, his curls spreading wider on the pillow.
I wiggle my toes against his nose, feeling his hot breath seep through the worn fabric.
Rob's hands grip my ankles, holding my feet steady against his face.
The dim light catches his eyes as they peek over my socked feet, sparkling with curiosity.
My heart pounds as I prepare to reveal how long I've worn these socks.
I shift my weight on the waterbed, causing gentle waves beneath us as I lean closer to Rob.
My socks stay pressed firmly against his face while I prop myself up on my elbows.
The movement makes my glasses slide down my nose slightly, and I push them back up with one finger.
Rob's eyes widen with interest above my crew socks, his warm breath steady against my feet.
The dim bedside lamp casts shadows across his curls spread on the pillow.
I shift my weight on the waterbed, making it ripple beneath us.
Rob's breath continues warming my feet through the socks, his hands still gripping my ankles.
I lean in closer, adjusting my glasses with one hand while keeping my feet firmly against his face.
"You know," I say softly, watching his eyes widen above my socks, "I've been wearing these same socks for eight whole days and nights."
I wiggle my toes against his nose for emphasis, feeling him inhale sharply.
"Just for you," I add, reaching down toward his feet.
I reach for Rob's feet while keeping mine pressed to his face, the waterbed rippling beneath us.
His thick white socks with red stripes feel damp and warm under my fingers.
I start tickling his soles through the heavy fabric, dragging my fingertips from heel to toe.
Rob jerks and squeals, his laughter muffled by my crew socks covering his nose and mouth.
His feet flex and twist, trying to escape my touch, but I hold them firmly.
The more he squirms, the more determined I become to tickle faster, enjoying how his whole body shakes with each giggle.
Rob manages to gasp out between laughs, "Okay, okay, I surrender!"
I pause my tickling, grinning down at him.
"So," he says breathlessly, eyes twinkling with mischief, "does this mean we're officially sock buddies now?"
I lean forward, my hands gripping his ankles firmly while my feet press harder against his face.
The waterbed ripples under us.
"No," I say, starting to tickle his feet again.
My fingers dance across the striped socks, making him thrash and laugh into my crew socks.
Rob's giggles are muffled, but his blonde curls bounce with each shake of his head.
I make sure my socks cover his nose and mouth completely, watching as he tries to turn his head for a breath of air.
I stop tickling his feet but keep mine pressed against his face.
His warm breath still heats my socks, and the waterbed continues to ripple under us.
I shift my weight, making the mattress move beneath us.
My heart pounds in my chest as I lean forward, my glasses sliding down my nose again.
Rob's curious eyes meet mine over my crew socks.
His blonde curls spread across the pillow, and his hands still grip my ankles tightly.
The bedside lamp casts a soft glow over us as I move closer to his face, my socks muffling his breathing slightly.
I lean close to his face, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Being sock buddies isn't enough anymore," I say, watching his eyes widen above the fabric of my socks.
I start tickling his feet again, this time focusing on the arches, where the striped socks feel even more sensitive.
Rob thrashes harder on the waterbed, his laughter muffled by my socks pressed firmly over his nose and mouth.
His hands grip my ankles tighter, trying to pull them away from his face, but I don't let him escape.
The waterbed rocks beneath us as I tickle his feet mercilessly, watching his blonde curls bounce with each shake of his head.
His laughter fades into a breathless whisper, "What do you want us to be?"
I lean in closer, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepare to confess.
My crew socks stay pressed against his face while my fingers trail along the striped socks, finding the sensitive spots beneath his toes.
Rob's whimpers are muffled by my socks as I tickle him, making him squirm on the waterbed.
The mattress ripples beneath us, and I smile at the sight of his blonde curls splayed across the pillow.
My fingers focus on the balls of his feet, making his toes curl tightly as he tries to resist the tickling sensation.
I pause my tickling but keep my socks pressed firmly against his face.
My fingers still rest on his striped socks, and the waterbed continues to ripple beneath us.
His breathing is heavy through my crew socks, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath.
My mouth goes dry as I try to form the words, but they get stuck in my throat.
When I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out.
Instead, I grip his ankles tighter, my eyes locked on his curious gaze above my socks.
My glasses slip down my nose again, but this time I leave them, too afraid to move.
Rob's eyes soften, and in that moment, I know he understands.
I grip his ankles tighter, my sweaty socks still pressed against his face.
The lamp casts shadows across his blonde curls as I lean closer, my glasses sliding down my nose again.
My heart pounds so hard I can barely breathe.
Rob's warm exhales through my crew socks make my toes tingle as I gather the courage to speak.
His eyes lock with mine, patient and gentle above my socks.
The words feel heavy in my mouth, but I force them out in a shaky whisper: "I like you."
Rob's eyes widen, and he mumbles through the fabric, "You mean like... more than sock buddies?"
I nod, feeling my cheeks flush as I whisper back, "Yeah, like way more."
He shifts beneath me, a smile breaking through his surprise. "I've been hoping you'd say that."
I grin at him through my sliding glasses, feeling giddy with relief.
My fingers dance across his striped socks, finding the sensitive spots under his toes again.
Rob squeals into my crew socks, his laughter muffled as I press my feet harder against his face.
The waterbed ripples beneath us while I tickle faster, celebrating our new connection.
Rob tries squirming away, but I hold his ankles tighter.
His blonde curls bounce as he thrashes, and between giggles, he manages to say something about my socks that makes my heart soar.
