and it was clear he wouldn’t be able to get even part of his foot into it. It was too narrow across the opening and wouldn’t even cover his heel, even if he could get it on.
I bit my lip as Chase nonetheless tried to lever his foot into the “sock.” He managed his big toe and the one next to it.
Then genius struck.
“It’s not a sock for your foot, honey.” I kept a straight face, miraculously.
“It’s not?” He peered at me in confusion.
“Nope.”
“Then what—” He broke off as I glanced at his crotch, a smirk on my lips. “No. No way.”
“Yep. It’s a cock sock.” I choked on my laughter.
“You’re full of shit,” Chase said. “You did not make me a cock sock.”
“I did, too. Look at it. It’s just big enough to fit on that third leg of yours.” I reached for his pants. “Try it on. Come on, baby, model that cock sock for me.”
Chase buried his face in his hands. “No. Uh-uh. No way.”
“Yes! You have to! I want to see how it fits.” I fought his hands away and managed to unzip him, freeing his cock.
Chase sighed theatrically and stood up, his pants open and hanging loose. He snatched the sock from me with a glare and slid it onto his cock, but it didn’t quite fit yet. “It’s too big, honey.”
“It’ll fit when you’re hard,” I said, taking his yarn-clad cock in my hands and caressing him into erection. When he was fully hard, the sock fit perfectly. “See?”
Chase waggled his hips so his shaft waved side to side, the green, orange, and white sock tight around his turgid cock. “The latest in men’s fashion…the cock sock!” He strutted from one side of the living room, hands on his hips, mimicking a catwalk sway until his pants fell around his ankles.
I laughed so hard I stopped breathing, gasping and snorting. “Stop, stop, oh, god!”
“It’s quite comfortable,” he remarked, waving his cock in my face. “I think it’ll be great for keeping my cock warm when I get morning wood.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Kelly’s voice screeched from the kitchen doorway. “Oh, my god. I’m scarred for life. Chase Michael Delany, put some goddamned pants on before I have to rip out my eyeballs!”
I had just calmed down, but Kelly’s surprise appearance into our little fashion show and Chase’s mortified reaction sent me into paroxysms of laughter once more. I watched Chase tug his pants on and button them hurriedly, the cock sock still on.
“Don’t you work until four, Mom?” Chase said, tugging the sock out of his pants.
Kelly made a grimace of disgust. “Oh, my god. I’m going to have nightmares for the rest of my life.” She turned away from us both, scrubbing her face with her hands. “There was a scheduling mess-up, so I got sent home early. Jesus, seriously, what were you two doing? Jamie can’t have sex, Chase, surely you know that.”
“Yes, Mom, I know that.” He lifted the sock. “Jamie knitted a sock for me, but it didn’t fit my foot—”
“La-la-la! Not listening!” Kelly yelled, covering her ears. “Forget I asked. I don’t want to know. I really, really don’t want to know.”
“I’m sorry you saw that, Mom.”
“I’ll just have that image burned into my brain forever, no big deal.” She pinched the bridge of her nose while Chase and I exchanged glances and tried not to laugh. “It’s good you’re here, though, Chase. Jamie has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning. You can come.”
He nodded. “My flight out isn’t until the day after tomorrow, so that’ll work.”
* * *
I woke up the next day with a headache so bad I didn’t want to get out of bed. The sunlight streaming in through the window was too bright, piercing my closed eyes and making my head throb even worse. I heard the door squeak open, and smelled coffee and toast.
“I brought you breakfast, baby,” Chase said, settling onto the bed next to me.
“My head hurts so bad, Chase. Can you close the blinds
I bit my lip as Chase nonetheless tried to lever his foot into the “sock.” He managed his big toe and the one next to it.
Then genius struck.
“It’s not a sock for your foot, honey.” I kept a straight face, miraculously.
“It’s not?” He peered at me in confusion.
“Nope.”
“Then what—” He broke off as I glanced at his crotch, a smirk on my lips. “No. No way.”
“Yep. It’s a cock sock.” I choked on my laughter.
“You’re full of shit,” Chase said. “You did not make me a cock sock.”
“I did, too. Look at it. It’s just big enough to fit on that third leg of yours.” I reached for his pants. “Try it on. Come on, baby, model that cock sock for me.”
Chase buried his face in his hands. “No. Uh-uh. No way.”
“Yes! You have to! I want to see how it fits.” I fought his hands away and managed to unzip him, freeing his cock.
Chase sighed theatrically and stood up, his pants open and hanging loose. He snatched the sock from me with a glare and slid it onto his cock, but it didn’t quite fit yet. “It’s too big, honey.”
“It’ll fit when you’re hard,” I said, taking his yarn-clad cock in my hands and caressing him into erection. When he was fully hard, the sock fit perfectly. “See?”
Chase waggled his hips so his shaft waved side to side, the green, orange, and white sock tight around his turgid cock. “The latest in men’s fashion…the cock sock!” He strutted from one side of the living room, hands on his hips, mimicking a catwalk sway until his pants fell around his ankles.
I laughed so hard I stopped breathing, gasping and snorting. “Stop, stop, oh, god!”
“It’s quite comfortable,” he remarked, waving his cock in my face. “I think it’ll be great for keeping my cock warm when I get morning wood.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Kelly’s voice screeched from the kitchen doorway. “Oh, my god. I’m scarred for life. Chase Michael Delany, put some goddamned pants on before I have to rip out my eyeballs!”
I had just calmed down, but Kelly’s surprise appearance into our little fashion show and Chase’s mortified reaction sent me into paroxysms of laughter once more. I watched Chase tug his pants on and button them hurriedly, the cock sock still on.
“Don’t you work until four, Mom?” Chase said, tugging the sock out of his pants.
Kelly made a grimace of disgust. “Oh, my god. I’m going to have nightmares for the rest of my life.” She turned away from us both, scrubbing her face with her hands. “There was a scheduling mess-up, so I got sent home early. Jesus, seriously, what were you two doing? Jamie can’t have sex, Chase, surely you know that.”
“Yes, Mom, I know that.” He lifted the sock. “Jamie knitted a sock for me, but it didn’t fit my foot—”
“La-la-la! Not listening!” Kelly yelled, covering her ears. “Forget I asked. I don’t want to know. I really, really don’t want to know.”
“I’m sorry you saw that, Mom.”
“I’ll just have that image burned into my brain forever, no big deal.” She pinched the bridge of her nose while Chase and I exchanged glances and tried not to laugh. “It’s good you’re here, though, Chase. Jamie has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning. You can come.”
He nodded. “My flight out isn’t until the day after tomorrow, so that’ll work.”
* * *
I woke up the next day with a headache so bad I didn’t want to get out of bed. The sunlight streaming in through the window was too bright, piercing my closed eyes and making my head throb even worse. I heard the door squeak open, and smelled coffee and toast.
“I brought you breakfast, baby,” Chase said, settling onto the bed next to me.
“My head hurts so bad, Chase. Can you close the blinds
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