The Snowboarding Trip

I had booked another one of those group holidays You always meet one or the other really nice person. Yet what happened to me on this trip changed my life. I will never forget this trip.

Hamburg: I was waiting with lots of other happy people for the arrival of our bus. A group of four snowboarders immediately caught my attention. They all wore Waveboard and Fubu jackets and baggy Illmatic or Southpole jeans. Of course they wore cool skatershoes too: És, Osiris, Duffs, Etnies. Their shoes looked as if they had already gone through a lot as the wear and tear was clearly visible, particularly on the soles. Their shoes were to die for, I really had to control myself. I automatically tried to make contact with the boys. Like myself, they had booked a room with several beds, which meant that I had the chance to share a room with them. During the bus ride they told me their names and we drank beer, schnapps, and Red Bull, which helped to break the ice. The leader of the groupo was calles Arne. He was 17 years old and trained to become a car mechanic. His white Osiris D3 were extremely well worn. Like all the others he wore white sport socks. Then there was Frank, also 17, in his fairly new És Creagers and Markus who was also 17 and wore completely fucked-up Duffs that must once have been grey. Christian was the youngest. He was 16 but had probably worn his Etnies to excess. Not much was left of them. They all had Freeride snowboards with softboots from Airwalk, Burton and Vans. Gradually, the noise on the bus subsided and everybody tried to make themselves comfortable in their seats. I was dozing off when I suddenly felt something warm moist and smelly touching my face. I startled and realized after a moment that Arne had kicked off his D3s to park his feet on the seat. His socks gave off a sweetish cheesy smell. And they were right in my face! I got hot and cold and took a few more deep breaths to savour the overwhelming scent. But then I shoved his feet off the seat like any normal person would have done minutes ago. The rest of the bus ride passed without further incidents. But I couldn’t get Arne’s funky socks out of my head.

After we had arrived in Soelden, we moved into our room. There were five beds, one single, the others bunk beds. I chose the bed right next to the radiator. »If you can cope with the smell of our boots when we put them on the radiator to dry…« When I said that I’d already had to smell worse things in my life atheir faces showed big grins. I didn’t know how to interpret their reaction. »Well, we’ll see«, Arne said.

Then we grabbed our boards and went straight out to the piste to get a first impression of the skiing area around Soelden. We were on our boards for about four hours. My feet got really sweaty and I secretely hoped that theirs would be just as soaked and smelly as mine.

As soon as we got rid of our boots in the basement, I had to control myself again: The smell of their feet, socks and boots was so funky! Frank interrupted my daydream. »Hey dude, wanna smell these?« – »Please don’t make me!«, I replied. »What do you mean?«, said Frank. »You were sniffing Arne’s rank feet on the bus, and now you don’t want to smell my funky socks?« I blushed. Frank must have seen me greedily inhaling the aroma of Arne’s socks. And now, he was grinning! What was I supposed to say? I decided to tell them the truth. I confessed that I was heavily into smelly sox, sweaty feet and rank shoes. »How interestring!«, said Arne. »Well then … let’s make this the hottest trip you’ve ever been on. You will be our foot, sock- and shoeslave. This means you’re gonna have to takle off our shoes every day after we’ve been snowboarding. Then you will sniff our socks, lick our bare feet and massage them. And you will lick our sneakers clean after we’ve been out dancing in the club.« I swallowed hard. This was exactly what I’d always longed for: to worship the feet of young snowboarders. I had barely agreed when Markus dragged me into our room and closed the door behind us. He pushed me to the floor, stood over me and shoved his wet smelly socks right into my face. Frank said: »C’mon you pig, suck them good« and pressed his stinky feet in my face. They smelled like hell, and this was only after the first day! I was wondering what they would smell like after a week and was hoping that they had all brought spare socks. I had just thought this, when Arne joined the others and planted his feet right in my face. »How about if we wore our socks for the whole week so that we can give our slave a really hard time?« – »Great idea!« the others said in unison. After I had sniffed their sox for quite a while, they took turns sitting on my stomach and having their bare feet massaged by my tongue. Christian was last. He took a seat on my belly and shoved his funky feet right into my face. They had come freshly out of his Etnies. I gave them a good tongue bath. They tasted salty and slightly bitter between the toes. I licked his feet as if in trance. »C’mon slave, suck my toes!« Christian ordered, and as if to emphasize his order, he started jumping on top of me. I immediately obeyed him. The others started to get ready for tonight’s party and opened their first beers. »We’ll go out dancing while you clean our boots«, Arne said, laughing. »With your tongue!«, Frank blurted out. »I’ll do anything you want«, I answered. I was completely under their control!

After the three of them had left for the club, I followed their orders and licked their funky boots clean, until they were really shiny. Christian’s boots had the filthiest aroma. The other two pairs obviously needed a bit more using. When I got bored, I went to bed and fell asleep immediately.

All of a sudden, I was woken up abruptly – with a rude kick! I saw Arne standing in front of my bed, saying: »Sleeping? You wish! Lick my funky sneakers, pig!« I moved over as quickly as I could to where Arne’s sneakers were, allk the while being trampled and kicked by Frank’s És Creagers. Amused, Arne sat down on my bed watching me lick the dirt off his sneakers. I was absolutely horny and couldn’t stop myself this time. Those Creagers and their taste were simply too hot! When finally Arne’s sweaty feet moved closer to my face and he held the opening of his sneaker over my nose I moaned like mad. After I had calmed down again, I had to take care of the other’s sneakers and feet. Soon, my tongue couldn’t tell the difference between the first two pairs, but I was allowed no break and had to swallow everything that stuck to their soles. They seemed to have enough for the moment and I crawled in my bed – completely exhausted.

The next day we went back out in the snow as if nothing had happened. But I knew what would be expecting me the minute we returned to our room. And thus it happened! We had hardly entered our room when Markus pushed me to the floor and told me to take off his boots. The smell was awesome! I had to choke. Mercilessly, Markus planted one of his socked feet in my face. He shoved the other one into my mouth so I had to breathe in all of the stinky smell through the fabric of his sock. The smell was unreal! Markus ordered me to chew on the sock that gagged me. The sweat tasted salty and cheesy. Suddenly Frank said he felt like snowboarding on my body. Before I had even slurped the last bit of dirt from Markus’ feet, Frank stood on my back in his boots so I was pressed down to the floor. I got turned on by this position even though I could hardly move. Frank’s soles left deep imprints on my skin.

Arne smiled at the sight of me on the ground and told me to lick his boots. I was told to take special care of his soles, which I did with pleasure.

It was strange: I was entirely under the control of the boys. They came up with the meanest, most humiliating things, and each new task made me even hornier. I realized that it seemed to be my vocation to clean dirty sneakers with my tongue. The following days were all similar. But gradually their sox got so bad that one could even smell them through the boots!

When our holiday was over and we were on the bus back home we exchanged addresses. The four boys promised to visit me one day. But that’s the beginning of another story…