1. Story The Juicy Ice Cream Cup (MxMM)
Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2023 11:19 pm
1. Story The Juicy Ice Cream Cup
by ColtonSocks
--- This is my first story for which I am writing,
it contains Gay Content, Feet, Socks, Odor and Bondage, if you dislike those topics,
please dont continue reading
English isnt my mothertongue but I try my very best,
i hope you enjoy the story---
I dedicate this story to my most favourite writer [mention]bondagefreak[/mention]
which inspired me to write stories too
Tolga was a young gay, arabian man, living in a small town on the east coast of the United States.
His parents were coming to the US some years ago and Tolga had a good life in middle and high school back in the days.
He soon got to know his now friends at that time. Also the Gym in his small hometown became a good friend for Tolga. He loved to relax and to reduce his stress after his part time job at a turkish barber shop.
A big problem for Tolga, after gym was his foot odor. He has tried so many different medicals or odor sprays against it, but nothing worked. His socks and feet remained rank and stinky.
He always had to hold his breath for the first 20 seconds when he has finished his workout session and pulled off his thick Nike Training Sneakers.
Even when Tolga had a thing for feet, he kinda disliked his own feet. Probably how every foot fetish guy sees his own feet.
It was a rainy day as Tolga stepped out of the gym. "Fucking rain", he thought as he looked at his wet bike. His bike was as wet as his white gym socks, well once white. His thick, white Hanes Socks were more like a dark grey and brown at the socked soles now. Not even to mention about the stench.
But what shall he do now? He would have to ride his bike for like 20 minutes until he would be home. Or shall he wait at a near Restaurant or bar until the rain would stop? The second option was it, that Tolga decided.
His white Nike Sneaker, his black sweatpants, his dark grey shirt and thick black The-North-Face jacket started to get wet by every drop.
The lights of the stores alongside the street illuminated the ground of the wet road and piles of water on it. Sadly almost every single store was closed by the time walked alongside them.
A bright smile was built on his face as he saw a late night bar. His friends told him about it, as he read the name "ما لا نهاية/ INFINITY"
It was a bar with a special late night food adventure every week. His best mate, whose name was Nader, told him about the special Ice Cream Cup, which was told to have a very special taste to it.
Tolga"s face was illuminated by the colorful lights of the Name of the Bar above the entrance door. He locked his bike by a near by street lantern.
He pulled down the head cover of his jacket and entered it. At that time Tolga entered the bar, there were only 2 tables being taken.
Two turkish looking male bartenders were cleaning the bar and glasses from previous guests.
His wet sneakers walked over the ground on his way to the bar, by every step, Tolga felt his stinky, old socks underneath his soles.
"Sorry, we are about to close" was told by the bartender, Tolga explained that he would just need a place to protect him from the heavy rain outside and even offered his help only to let the bar more open just a few minutes, hoping the rain would pass by.
Tolga took off his thick jacket, he didnt noticed it, but the two bartenders checked him out.
"Well what about you help out in the kitchen? With a helping hand for the desserts? - (Bartender)
"Sure, I would love to help, as long as I wouldnt have to stand in the rain" - (Tolga)
"Alright, then move your butt around the bar and head to the kitchen." - (Bartender)
Tolga immediately followed his order. The two bartenders were done at the bar and gently ordered the last guests to leave the bar because they wanted to close.
As the young, muscular Tolga stepped into the kitchen he saw the typical kitchen gears, even when the kitchen wasnt as large as in other Restaurants but it seemed to do the job.
"Okay, what can I do?" - (Tolga)
He said as he turned around to the door were the other bartender stepped next to his colleague at the door with a small grin.
"Well you could help out with our special ice cream sauce" - (Bartender)
One of the muscular bartenders walked alongside Tolga and opened the fridge and pulled out a white bucket and placed it in front of Tolga.
"Okay, what shall I do ?" - (Tolga)
The poor guy didnt knew what was about to really happen in that kitchen, especially behind his back.
"Oh...just relax, handsome fucker" - (Bartender)
"What?" - (Tolga)
He didnt had an idea what that ment, but all thinking about it was too late. Tolga just saw a black thing rushing along his eyes.
A thick black bag was quickly pulled over his head. It all turned black and he immediately freaked out as he raised his arms, but he already felt the tight grip of four hands holding him tightly in position.
His heart was beating very fast as he suddenly felt ropes being bound around his welltrained chest.
"Arghh you fucking wankers!" Escaped his mouth, as more and more ropes were wrapped around his body.
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If you enjoy the Story and would like me to continue it, please let me know
Yours Faithfully
ColtonSocks
by ColtonSocks
--- This is my first story for which I am writing,
it contains Gay Content, Feet, Socks, Odor and Bondage, if you dislike those topics,
please dont continue reading
English isnt my mothertongue but I try my very best,
i hope you enjoy the story---
I dedicate this story to my most favourite writer [mention]bondagefreak[/mention]
which inspired me to write stories too
Tolga was a young gay, arabian man, living in a small town on the east coast of the United States.
His parents were coming to the US some years ago and Tolga had a good life in middle and high school back in the days.
He soon got to know his now friends at that time. Also the Gym in his small hometown became a good friend for Tolga. He loved to relax and to reduce his stress after his part time job at a turkish barber shop.
A big problem for Tolga, after gym was his foot odor. He has tried so many different medicals or odor sprays against it, but nothing worked. His socks and feet remained rank and stinky.
He always had to hold his breath for the first 20 seconds when he has finished his workout session and pulled off his thick Nike Training Sneakers.
Even when Tolga had a thing for feet, he kinda disliked his own feet. Probably how every foot fetish guy sees his own feet.
It was a rainy day as Tolga stepped out of the gym. "Fucking rain", he thought as he looked at his wet bike. His bike was as wet as his white gym socks, well once white. His thick, white Hanes Socks were more like a dark grey and brown at the socked soles now. Not even to mention about the stench.
But what shall he do now? He would have to ride his bike for like 20 minutes until he would be home. Or shall he wait at a near Restaurant or bar until the rain would stop? The second option was it, that Tolga decided.
His white Nike Sneaker, his black sweatpants, his dark grey shirt and thick black The-North-Face jacket started to get wet by every drop.
The lights of the stores alongside the street illuminated the ground of the wet road and piles of water on it. Sadly almost every single store was closed by the time walked alongside them.
A bright smile was built on his face as he saw a late night bar. His friends told him about it, as he read the name "ما لا نهاية/ INFINITY"
It was a bar with a special late night food adventure every week. His best mate, whose name was Nader, told him about the special Ice Cream Cup, which was told to have a very special taste to it.
Tolga"s face was illuminated by the colorful lights of the Name of the Bar above the entrance door. He locked his bike by a near by street lantern.
He pulled down the head cover of his jacket and entered it. At that time Tolga entered the bar, there were only 2 tables being taken.
Two turkish looking male bartenders were cleaning the bar and glasses from previous guests.
His wet sneakers walked over the ground on his way to the bar, by every step, Tolga felt his stinky, old socks underneath his soles.
"Sorry, we are about to close" was told by the bartender, Tolga explained that he would just need a place to protect him from the heavy rain outside and even offered his help only to let the bar more open just a few minutes, hoping the rain would pass by.
Tolga took off his thick jacket, he didnt noticed it, but the two bartenders checked him out.
"Well what about you help out in the kitchen? With a helping hand for the desserts? - (Bartender)
"Sure, I would love to help, as long as I wouldnt have to stand in the rain" - (Tolga)
"Alright, then move your butt around the bar and head to the kitchen." - (Bartender)
Tolga immediately followed his order. The two bartenders were done at the bar and gently ordered the last guests to leave the bar because they wanted to close.
As the young, muscular Tolga stepped into the kitchen he saw the typical kitchen gears, even when the kitchen wasnt as large as in other Restaurants but it seemed to do the job.
"Okay, what can I do?" - (Tolga)
He said as he turned around to the door were the other bartender stepped next to his colleague at the door with a small grin.
"Well you could help out with our special ice cream sauce" - (Bartender)
One of the muscular bartenders walked alongside Tolga and opened the fridge and pulled out a white bucket and placed it in front of Tolga.
"Okay, what shall I do ?" - (Tolga)
The poor guy didnt knew what was about to really happen in that kitchen, especially behind his back.
"Oh...just relax, handsome fucker" - (Bartender)
"What?" - (Tolga)
He didnt had an idea what that ment, but all thinking about it was too late. Tolga just saw a black thing rushing along his eyes.
A thick black bag was quickly pulled over his head. It all turned black and he immediately freaked out as he raised his arms, but he already felt the tight grip of four hands holding him tightly in position.
His heart was beating very fast as he suddenly felt ropes being bound around his welltrained chest.
"Arghh you fucking wankers!" Escaped his mouth, as more and more ropes were wrapped around his body.
____________________
If you enjoy the Story and would like me to continue it, please let me know
Yours Faithfully
ColtonSocks