Tony woke up excited. Today, he and his best friends would fly to Malaga and enjoy two weeks in sunny Spain. The group had been friends since they were nine years old, when they were selected to be on the same football team. With the exception of Harry, whose father was loaded, they had worked all year and saved up money for the trip.
Tony was looking forward to sharing a room with Abdel, who he had been crushing on since they were eleven years old. Where Tony was usually quiet, observant and shy, Abdel was charming, open and disarming. Tony was a handsome lad, with his blonde hair and his blue eyes but Abdel was a smacker, with his bronzed skin, dark hair and eyes. Girls loved him and they followed him everywhere, offering themselves to him.
Tony still remembers the first time he wanked while thinking of Abdel. Simon, the nerd of their group, had been badly bullied at school and, when he found out, Abdel put a stop to it. Tony looked in awe at how Abdel promised to take on anyone that ever laid another finger on or called Simon names. Of course, he had Harry, Raf, Tony and Christian backing him and he succeeded where parents and school did not.
That night in his bed, Tony had a boner and looked at a picture of Abdel on his phone. He was in his football kit, his face beaming a beautiful smile after they'd won a match. He enlarged the picture, thought how he'd kiss Abdel's lips, and pulled his cock until he came in his own hand.
Next Saturday after the match, Abdel had taken his socks off. Harry teased him about the smell and the holes in them. Abdel playfully pushed them in Harry's face. Harry retched and Abdel threw them in the bin. Claiming he had forgotten something, Tony went back to the locker room, pulled the socks from the bin, and took them home. That night, he came harder than ever before, wanking to the manly scent of Abdel's "rescued" socks.
After their arrival at Malaga Airport, they took the train to Torremolinos. Tony laughed at his friends' banter whilst looking at Abdel. He wore black jeans, a white shirt and blue Air Jordans 1. His taste in dress was impeccable. They had rented an apartment with three bedrooms, a bathroom, a balcony and a living room. Tony bunked with Abdel, Raf with Simon, and Harry with Christian.
Harry was a cocky lad, with a big mouth and a feeling of entitlement, even though he never worked for anything. He could be rude sometimes and was not really well liked. He was generous, though, and when he turned 21, his trust fund was released and he never had to work again.
Christian was like Tony, kind and quiet but with a dry, witty sense of humor. Raf was Spanish, but born and raised in Manchester like the rest of them. He was a handsome boy and it seemed like the only thing he was wearing were his flip-flops and Man United kit.
After checking in, they dropped their bags in their rooms, changed and went to the beach. The weather was warm and sunny. They swam and played beach volleyball with a few girls before returning to the apartment to shower, change, and get dressed for the evening. They went out for dinner and then to a bar. Harry and Christian had each snogged a girl, the rest of them just sat in their booth and chatted.
Later that night, Abdel was fast asleep but Tony was still awake. He snuck out of their bedroom and made his way into the living room. He remembered where Abdel left his Jordans. Tony picked one up, stuck his nose in it, took a good whiff, and got aroused immediately. The socks had since lost their scent and he missed it very much!
He took his dick out and rubbed the tread of the other sneaker on his hard cock whilst sniffing the one on his nose. He looked at the sole of the sneaker and noticed a bit of dirt. Without thinking, he licked it off the tread. It tasted foul but it felt so good to clean Abdel's sneakers like that. A guy like him deserved clean footwear. He kept rubbing his cock until he came and wiped his cum off the shoe. He put both sneakers down, wiped his cock and started to head back to his bedroom. To his horror, he discovered Harry standing there, with a smirk on his face and his phone in his hand.
