Straight jock making gay deals. The temptation of money. . . #2

It was a disgusting deal with the old perverted weirdo. But he was a very polite, educated, and above all, extremely RICH weirdo.

Nathan initially wanted to punch him in the face when that sick old fart approached him in the park. Sniffing his sneakers and socks and licking his sweaty feet?!

WTF! Gross! Yuck! Awful! Damn disgusting shit!

He knew the world was full of sick and perverted assholes, but THIS was the most disgusting, gay and depraved thing he had ever heard.

Nathan didn't beat the guy up back then, though. First of all, he wasn't attacked; he could have simply said no and walked away. Besides, he was also very well-mannered and resolved conflicts peacefully. Another reason was the wad of hundreds that the damned, disgusting creep was waving around.

Yes, it was a revolting thought. So sick and against nature and God's will that Nathan's stomach churned. Smelling worn, steaming sneakers and damp, sweaty socks. DISGUSTING! On the other hand, it would be easy money. He wouldn't even have to do much himself. It wasn't really sex or cheating. He didn't actually do anything. Except hold out his feet and briefly hand the guy his sneakers and socks. Okay, his girlfriend and his buddies must never find out about such sick shit; he'd be the laughingstock of the town and branded a perverted, disgusting pimp for the rest of his life.

But 200 bucks was 200 bucks. His buddies had to work long hours stocking shelves at the supermarket or soaping cars at the car wash to earn that much.

The first time, everything happened very quickly. Nathan closed his eyes and sat frozen on the basement floor where he had met the wealthy banker as arranged. He had worn his Adidas "SAMBA" sneakers barefoot all day, as agreed, his feet and sneakers soaked with sweat. Everything was already so gay and degenerate that it didn't really matter anymore...

The old guy, Matt, arrived as agreed, laid down 200 dollars, and carefully pulled the first sneaker off the seated young athlete, one of the most handsome and desirable young men in town. Matt trembled slightly with excitement. Nathan trembled with a mixture of fear, nervousness, shame, and pure contempt.

The moment his Adidas Sambas peeled away was like uncorking something primal - those soft-leather tongues sighing open after hours of confinement, releasing a humid rush of youth and heat. The scent bloomed thick and immediate: top notes of warm rubber from the gum sole, mingling with the leather and something... male and salty.

A musky crescendo of adolescent vitality. His sweat wasn’t sour, but rich and golden. To Matt, it was the most wunderfull smell and taste ever.

The hour passed more quickly than Nathan had feared. While Matt was licking his big soles, Nathan quickly closed his eyes and tried not to flinch too much or reflexively pull his beautiful, large feet back. Matt murmured soothing, calming words to his young "business partner" as he licked. "Shhh, my big guy. Stay calm. Shhh. You're doing wonderfully, jock. These are the most wonderful and magnificent feet I've ever seen and licked... just a little more and you've done it, young man."

When the banker started masturbating while licking the wet soles, he was moaning and saying things like "damn hot sneaker feet" and Nathan almost wanted to jump up and kick that insane guy. But he was so close to the finish line. It was almost over. It was the final stretch. Eyes closed and just get through it! He remained seated, rooted to the spot. Stiff with disgust and uncertainty. He heard something splash onto the stone basement floor. He didn't want to think about what it was. He heard the banker climax. Soon after, he heard the sound of wiping. The zipper of a pair of pants closing. He felt Matt's hands caressing his feet and soles. He heard Matt say: "Thanks, Champ. I'll add another hundred. You were worth every penny, you wonderful Adonis..."

Nathan kept his eyes closed and waited until he heard Matt leave, the basement door close, and all around him became deathly quiet again.

That evening, he took an especially long and hot shower, as if he needed or could wash something away. But soon, the power of money prevailed. The $300 in his pocket afforded him and his pretty girlfriend a wonderful time in the city's shops, bars, cafes, and clubs. But unfortunately, only for a few days; then the money was gone again.

And it wasn't long before Nathan mustered up the courage to call Matt's number and, full of shame, ask if he wanted to have another... "business meeting". And Matt did. Matt wanted more and more often. Eventually, even damn gay handcuff play was added to the "meeting" and Nathan got used to those too. It soon became almost... normal for him. Although it was still disgusting and perverse, of course, but hey - business is business.

His girlfriend adored him for his generosity like never before, and he handled the deal with Matt with increasing ease.