Posted Sat Oct 13, 2018 | 581 Words | Tagged story chav footie

Dean was asleep on his bed, sleeping in on his Saturday like he would normally do. That was until he was bolted awake by a stern knock on his bedroom door. He wondered why anyone would do such a thing, he didn’t need to be up, nor should anyone have been able to get into his house at this time.

He didn’t have long to wonder, his half asleep mind not really knowing what was going on. By the time he had got out of bed, the door had been bolted open and 3 lads bolted into his room. Each one carrying an item of clothing.

Each one of the lads had an althletic build and looked like they had just come from an early morniing football game. Especially by the smell of them. Each of them had the same short hair cut, and in fact had pretty much identical faces. Identical England Nike tops, identical white adidas socks. Even each one had an identical penis hanging out with no signs of shorts or underwear. They looked pretty much like clones, and they were quite happy with it.

Dean was clearly the odd one out here. Overweight, never played football, never smelt this deeply of sweat, and never barging into someone’s room with each an item of clothing. Enough to make another full set of the outfit they wore. Dean gulped. He slept naked as well, so he was also the least dressed out of the lot.

They just grinned at each other, and then dived at him, holding him still and holding the socks over his nose until Dean gave in and let the musky aroma fill his nose and mouth. As it did, it didn’t feel nearly as bad, so much so it relaxed him and stopped him struggling. They put him down on the bed and pulled the England top of him. It bulged from being at least 1 or 2 sizes too small for Dean, but that didn’t stop them.

Then pushing him onto the bed, pulling away the socks, they needed to finish the deal. One of them, the one seemingly with the plan in mind, was standing over Dean on his bed and lowered himself down and replaced the socks with the musky smell of his penis and pushed it into Dean’s mouth.

Dean started sucking away as the socks were unravelled and prepared to fit Dean’s feet. As Dean sucked the lad, his hair started falling out, leaving behind a short cut like the lads. In fact, the t-shirt started fitting better and better.

He felt the socks start their way up his legs, slowly and slowly. The terror of what was happening jolted his body slightly, but now it was only pushing him further onto the lad’s cock. Sucking it as the lad was enjoying it and knowing what was going to happen.

As the socks snapped into place, the lad came into Dean’s mouth. Wads and wads, burned down the back of Dean’s throat. Then the lad got off his bed and smirked at the new lad they had created.

Swallowing, Dean felt his mind cloud over. He was one of the lads now. He grinned, matching exactly the expression on the others. Even his face was identical now. Getting up he felt the hormones race to his head. And his dick getting hard, and the lads grinning about it. They knew what was in store for the rest of the day.