The Trouble of Selling Socks (M|M) part 2
Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2019 2:27 pm
It's a build up chapter, but let me know what you think.
Tom has been having a rough go of it lately. Ever since finishing his bachelor's degree he found himself strapped for cash while job hunting and he knew he had to do something. It wasn’t until he was eating pizza with his friend Mike at his place one night that the idea of selling his used clothes had come up.
Tom was impressed by the new television Mike had hanging on his wall. He wanted to know how a guy just like himself could afford such a thing when he hadn't even found his job yet. Mike responded with something Tom thought was a joke.
“I’ve been selling my socks and underwear.”
Tom was taken aback by this response, he was sure Mike was kidding.
“No seriously man,” Tom asked again.
“Seriously, man, I kept getting hit up by pervy types who wanted to buy them. So I figured what the hell, and made a separate Instagram where I sell my used shit.” Mike said so nonchalantly.
“How does that work?” Tom said sitting up, he was intrigued.
“Well I wear a pair of socks for a few days right, if they want them longer I charge them a little extra. Shit, I’m “working” as I sit here eating this pie with ya. You notice I haven’t taken my shoes off.” Mike said lifting up his size 12 white Nikes.
“No shit!” Tom was flabbergasted.
“You should try it man, how long have you been wearing those socks?” Mike asked eyeballing Tom’s back ankle socks.
Tom hadn’t really thought about that, he was pretty lazy when it came to changing his socks, (he was typical whatever is on top of the pile kind of guy.) he thought more about it and responded. “ I’m not sure like three days, maybe more,” Tom responded.
Mike then did something Tom did not expect. He grabbed Tom’s ankle and lifted his socked foot to his face and took a sniff of it.
“Woooh! Gross, they stink dude.” Mike said pulling his face back, as Tom snatched his foot back.
“Well yeah, I sweat dip shit,” Tom said defensive.
“That’s good,” Mike said assuringly.
“What?!” Tom was confused.
“Yeah man, these perverts that buy them always ask that they smell. They love it, and pay through the nose, all puns intended.” Mike said getting up to sit next to Tom.
Mike had his phone open to Instagram, and started to show Tom some of his requests. He saw some of the numbers these guys were throwing around. One actually paid $100 for a pair of used black Nike crew socks. Tom was won over.
“Two thousand followers, may not seem like much compared to my fitness account, but it definitely matters if only ten of those followers are paying one hundred dollars a month for this crap. My socks are like a eBay listing for NBA memorabilia, they fuckin fight over it.” Mike said swiping through his DMs.
Tom didn’t need any more convincing, he was won over to the idea. The next hour was spent setting up Tom’s new profile, using only his sexiest shots and then filling it with pics of his feet in socks complete with a link to purchase them. Then to make an impression Mike started a live on his account and introduced Tom as his new “foot friend” and how they should all go and follow him. And to Tom’s surprise people did, a lot of them. In just the passing ten minutes the socks he was wearing sold for $100 dollars.
-However three weeks later.
Mike logged into his “secret” account and found a DM from somebody named LoxnSox, the message had a request. Mike read it, and read the amount the person was willing to pay to have this request fulfilled. It was laced with things like “I wanna see the fear in his eyes, and make it look real.” it was an odd request but it was a lot of money.
Mike replied saying he would think about it and within seconds later his phone got an update. His cash app just got a deposit for a considerable amount. It was tagged with the note “Thought it over yet?”
TBC
Tom has been having a rough go of it lately. Ever since finishing his bachelor's degree he found himself strapped for cash while job hunting and he knew he had to do something. It wasn’t until he was eating pizza with his friend Mike at his place one night that the idea of selling his used clothes had come up.
Tom was impressed by the new television Mike had hanging on his wall. He wanted to know how a guy just like himself could afford such a thing when he hadn't even found his job yet. Mike responded with something Tom thought was a joke.
“I’ve been selling my socks and underwear.”
Tom was taken aback by this response, he was sure Mike was kidding.
“No seriously man,” Tom asked again.
“Seriously, man, I kept getting hit up by pervy types who wanted to buy them. So I figured what the hell, and made a separate Instagram where I sell my used shit.” Mike said so nonchalantly.
“How does that work?” Tom said sitting up, he was intrigued.
“Well I wear a pair of socks for a few days right, if they want them longer I charge them a little extra. Shit, I’m “working” as I sit here eating this pie with ya. You notice I haven’t taken my shoes off.” Mike said lifting up his size 12 white Nikes.
“No shit!” Tom was flabbergasted.
“You should try it man, how long have you been wearing those socks?” Mike asked eyeballing Tom’s back ankle socks.
Tom hadn’t really thought about that, he was pretty lazy when it came to changing his socks, (he was typical whatever is on top of the pile kind of guy.) he thought more about it and responded. “ I’m not sure like three days, maybe more,” Tom responded.
Mike then did something Tom did not expect. He grabbed Tom’s ankle and lifted his socked foot to his face and took a sniff of it.
“Woooh! Gross, they stink dude.” Mike said pulling his face back, as Tom snatched his foot back.
“Well yeah, I sweat dip shit,” Tom said defensive.
“That’s good,” Mike said assuringly.
“What?!” Tom was confused.
“Yeah man, these perverts that buy them always ask that they smell. They love it, and pay through the nose, all puns intended.” Mike said getting up to sit next to Tom.
Mike had his phone open to Instagram, and started to show Tom some of his requests. He saw some of the numbers these guys were throwing around. One actually paid $100 for a pair of used black Nike crew socks. Tom was won over.
“Two thousand followers, may not seem like much compared to my fitness account, but it definitely matters if only ten of those followers are paying one hundred dollars a month for this crap. My socks are like a eBay listing for NBA memorabilia, they fuckin fight over it.” Mike said swiping through his DMs.
Tom didn’t need any more convincing, he was won over to the idea. The next hour was spent setting up Tom’s new profile, using only his sexiest shots and then filling it with pics of his feet in socks complete with a link to purchase them. Then to make an impression Mike started a live on his account and introduced Tom as his new “foot friend” and how they should all go and follow him. And to Tom’s surprise people did, a lot of them. In just the passing ten minutes the socks he was wearing sold for $100 dollars.
-However three weeks later.
Mike logged into his “secret” account and found a DM from somebody named LoxnSox, the message had a request. Mike read it, and read the amount the person was willing to pay to have this request fulfilled. It was laced with things like “I wanna see the fear in his eyes, and make it look real.” it was an odd request but it was a lot of money.
Mike replied saying he would think about it and within seconds later his phone got an update. His cash app just got a deposit for a considerable amount. It was tagged with the note “Thought it over yet?”
TBC