Everybody in the story is older than 18; it’s a true story, with name changes for privacy.
When I was a senior in Highschool, we went on our senior trip to a beach resort. In my suite, there were 6 of us and a chaperone, and in my room, was me, my best friend (who is straight), and a guy we’ve know for awhile, who is also gay.
My best friend, who we’ll call Elijah, is tall(ish), at 6’0”, with light curly brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes. He’s built relatively thin, but with a nice amount of muscle on him. We have known eachother since we were kids, and he knows that I’ve had an on and off crush on him for over 5 years. I was in an off phase of my feelings for him when the trip started, and he had a girlfriend who I actually got along with, for once.
Through the entire trip, he’d been relatively flirty with me, even when around his girlfriend, and I found my feelings all twisted again. Fast forward toward the end of the trip, some people on our senior trip left early due to other school related activities, and this included one of our suite mates, and more importantly, our roommate.
On the final night, Elijah hopped in the shower, leaving me alone in the room. Being a horny teenager who hadn’t had alone time in around a week, I found myself quickly getting hard. I knew he took long showers, and the pervy side of me took over and took advantage of the situation. I went over to his side of the room, and started going through his stuff.
While jacking off, and going through his used laundry, I came across a pair of ripe dirty socks. They were white Hanes crew cuts, that still had some sweat on them. I have no idea what came over me, because I don’t have a foot fetish, and I typically find feet repulsive, but I began to sniff his socks as I beat my meat. As I approached orgasm, I followed my impulses, and brought his sock down to my crotch, and put it on my dick. I proceeded to cum in his sock, while moaning quietly. I sat back on his bed, panting for a bit, and trying to regain my composure.
Suddenly, I heard the shower stop. In a panic, I took the socks, and put them back with his dirty laundry in his suitcase, and returned to my bed.
To my knowledge, Elijah never found out about the socks, and if he did, he never brought it up, as we remain pretty close friends to this day.