Casting a quick glance down at his gym shoes, Mikey licked his lips once more and sat down on the bench, keeping you in hand, as he reached down with his other and undid the grimy laces on his shoe. Once they were undone, he lifted out a very wet, stinky, yellow stained socked foot. He wiggled his toes a bit as he crossed them over his knee and smirked down at you, and began inching your tiny body closer and closer to the funky smelling (and looking) bottom of his sock.
You kicked and punched at Mikey's fingers, the stench of an active, spunky young teen's smelly foot odor overwhelming you, and Mikey's neglect to change his socks for days on end, certainly didn't help! Mikey licked his lips with a slurp as he pressed your head into the part of the sock where his toes met his sole, really grinding your nose into the wet patch of fabric.
"Sniff it." Mikey ordered.
You cough and recoil as best you can, after taking your first breath from Mikey's sock fabric.
Mikey chuckled childishly, and finally brought you away from his socked foot, rolling the sock up to his toes, so the funky looking cotton inside was folded back.
And that was when the young mischief maker placed you, facing his stinky foot skin, against his clammy and soft sole.
He scooted you up a bit, so your head was held by the sock and pressed against the underside of his toes, and quickly rolled the sock back down so it was covering his foot once more.
His best buddy and fellow mischief maker Josh called over to him from the court: "Hey Mikey! Quit sampling your foot stink and come play basketball!" Josh joked with a grin.
Mikey smiled, "You got it!" And slid his foot back into his damp shoe, tying it up and going to join his pals.
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