Walking around the mall for most of the morning, both high school friends got back to the house, and were bored out of their minds. They had plans that evening with other friends but were just hanging out till they had to leave. Both of them were teasingly pushing each other around and Aaron finally fell to the floor, acting all tired out. “I’m so bored, just kill me.” Ryan casually sat down above him, his feet on either side of his head. He started playing with his phone as Chris closed his eyes briefly. A few moments passed when Chris suddenly felt the coolness of Aaron’s DC soles tapping the sides of his cheeks. Chris’s face went with the flow as the high tops continued nudging his face from side to side. The shoes finally stopped and Chris could hear one being pried off by the heel then the other. A wave of smelly socks wafted into his nose. He slowly opened his eyes just as one socked foot rested on top his face. Chris breathed in, the warm smell of sock odor filling his nostrils. He judged Aaron hadn’t changed them in days. The foot nudged his face some and began rubbing up and down over his nose. Chris groaned out from under it. He could here Aaron slightly snicker from above. The bottom of Aaron’s toes pushed against his nose as he felt them now flex up and down. They firmly rubbed across his nose as Chris groaned again. “You dead yet?,” he asked. “Almost,” Chris responded playfully. He inhaled the toe odor as Ryan flexed both pairs back and forth over his nose. “Smell,” Aaron said lazily from above. After a few more minutes, Chris saw him lift his socked feet up, and yank them off. “I’m dead,” he said as he saw Ryan lean over and look down at him. He grinned and quickly dropped his bare feet down onto his friend’s face. Chris sniffed in as the soft bottoms shook his face a little. “The smell should finish you off,” Ryan said going back to his phone. Chris relaxed as he felt the bare feet and toes play with his nose. He sniffed in their odor for awhile before Ryan lightly shook his whole face with one sole. “You ready to go foot sniffer?” Chris nodded yes into the bottom.
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Andy was a great guy, but he always did have the stinkiest feet out of everyone in the room. His whole life people have noticed and made comments about the smell from his feet, so much so that he learned to stop taking his shoes off at other people’s houses. One day he met Ben, a full time shoe store associate who needed a roommate to move in and help him with the bills, while Andy was also coincidentally looking for a cheap room to rent. They moved in together, and after a few weeks Andy started taking his shoes off more often and getting more comfortable in his new home.
One night, about a month in to his living there, Andy was resting on the couch with his feet up. Ben came in and took the seat nearest his feet, and Andy reluctantly lowered his rotten feet right into Ben’s lap. He knew they were extra ripe that day, and he was just waiting for Ben to make a disgusted face and announce his disgust, however it almost looked like Ben was taking longer, deeper breaths and he kinda looked like he was almost enjoying the obnoxious stench from Andy’s ripe feet. Andy definitely noticed this, and started putting his stinky feet closer to Ben more often so that he could watch his response and try to get a reaction out of him. Ben was clueless to the fact that Andy was watching him, as he was loving his new masculine roomate’s ripe feet as often as he could.
One day Andy finally confronted him, and that was the day that changed both of their lives forever. Now, 8 months later Ben is tied up on the floor, only his nose left open after the gag and blindfold have completely dominated his face, as it’s a normal Tuesday evening in their house with Master Andy resting on the couch and foot sniffer Ben on the floor sniffing Andy’s rancid socks as he enjoys some tv. Andy rules as the king while Ben does all of the chores and spends his evenings sniffing and massaging Master Andy’s ripe feet.
It wasn’t hard to blackmail my hunky coworker Jared. All I had to do was impersonate some hot blonde bimbo and catfish him on tinder, then screencap the conversation and threaten to show his wife. In return for my secrecy, I wanted one thing: he had to let me have his feet. After I revealed I knew his secret attempts to cheat, I said to him “unless you want your wife to find out about this, you’re gonna meet me after work on Friday when the office is empty. Don’t change your socks between now and then.” He showed up, huffing and angry, looking like he was gonna beat me up, but he knew he was powerless. He sat across from my desk and I ordered him to take off his right shoe and prop his foot up. I got instantly hard when the smell of his sock hit my nose. Jared had been obedient; I could tell he had been wearing those socks at least since Monday when I confronted him. The smell was powerful, masculine, sweaty, smelly. I pressed my nose into the sole of his socked foot much to Jared’s visible discomfort and disgust. I sniffed his smelly sock for a long time, pulling out my dick and stroking it as I inhaled that musky scent. Then I pulled his sock off. He had a beautiful big manly foot, and his bare foot reeked from a full day of wearing those sweaty rank socks. The scent was intoxicating. I had him lift his other leg up so I could sniff both his feet at the same time. I hungrily sniffed in between his sweaty bare toes for an hour before I finally came. I thanked him for a job well done - and told him he should keep wearing those socks over the weekend and to work next week. My fun with his feet wasn’t over.
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My roommate has a serious foot odor problem. His feet are always sweaty and ALWAYS smelly, even when he’s sleeping. (Believe me, I’ve checked … he’s a heavy sleeper). Of course, his foot odor isn’t a problem for me. Our apartment is always stunk up by his bare smelly feet, his beat up smelly shoes, and his rank sweaty socks which he leaves all over the place - living room, bathroom, kitchen, even my room. He never washes his socks. He just picks up a dirty sweaty pair off the floor no matter how many times he’s worn them or how smelly or wet with sweat they are whenever he needs socks to go out. I this always have access to a fresh rank pair of his socks ready to sniff and jerk off to. A lot of the time though he just goes sockless in his shoes. His feet seriously stink up the place after that. I get horny just walking in the front door to our place when the smell immediately hits me. Best of all, he doesn’t mind if I get right up in there and sniff his bare feet while he has them propped up on the table or while he’s laying down on the couch! He’s chill about it, doesn’t bother him, and he knows it makes me happy so why not? He says. My favorite of course is sniffing his toes when he gets back after after a long hot day. I always cum so hard when I get to smell his feet.
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His lips were suddenly on mine, the scruff of his beard tickling my chin. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered.
“I—I’ve never,” I began to stammer.
“You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I know what I’m doing.”
It was a month before the start of my freshman year of college, and I was attending a required, weekend orientation. I had noticed him from across the lobby when I arrived to Carlton Hall, the large, stately freshman dorm off the quad, where we would all be staying for orientation. Fuck, he was hot. He was the only guy in a sea of 200 incoming freshman who was sporting a scruffy beard. As I stared in awe of him from afar, his eyes suddenly met mine. Fuck. I quickly looked away. Was I truly ready for this?
I knew I had a lot going for me—good looking. a muscular body, played football. The girls back in high school fuckin’ loved me. But I wasn’t so much into them. My attraction to boys had always been there, even before puberty, in the far recesses of my mind. And when I’d go home from football practice and jack off thinking about my teammates and not the cheerleaders, well—there was no question I was into dudes. But I had to hide it. There were a few gay guys at my high school, but there was no place for them in the testosterone-loaded, masculine world of my football team. And so nobody knew my secret.
College, however, was going to be different. Away from my parents and all my old friends who expected me to be a certain way, I was going to finally live an authentic life. I just didn’t know how. Standing in the lobby of Carlton Hall for orientation, I wanted the boy with the scruffy beard more than anything. But I was powerless to make it happen, paralyzed by my inexperience. I was lost in that hopeless inertia when a figure appeared suddenly before me.
“Hey, I’m Baxter,” came a voice with a hand extended to me. It was the hottie with the scruffy beard.
“Oh, hey. I’m—I’m Ryan,” I quickly stammered, trying not to sound like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush.
“Have you picked someone yet?” asked Baxter.
“Huh?” I responded in confusion.
“Weren’t you listening just now?” Baxter laughed. “They told us to pick someone to room with for the weekend. You wanna bunk together?”
Ten minutes later, Baxter and I were upstairs in a dorm room. How was this happening? I could not believe my luck. We had engaged in the usual polite conversation of strangers for a few moments, sharing where we were from, what we plan to study, etcetera, as we unpacked our few belongings. And then Baxter hit me with it.
“I know your secret,” he playfully taunted with a smile.
“What secret? What are you talking about?” I responded, taken aback.
“You like boys,” he began. “I can tell. And I think you like me.”
I stood in the middle of the floor motionless, not knowing how to respond. Nobody had ever guessed the truth about me or dared to call me out on it.
“Don’t be afraid,” Baxter continued, speaking softly. “I like boys, too. And I like you.” His eyes were suddenly upon me, taking me in from top to bottom. “Take off your shirt,” he instructed. And as I dutifully complied, Baxter gave out a low whistle. “Fuck, you’ve got a hot body. You play football?” he asked. I nodded. “Shit. Wait until my parents hear about this. They know I have a type.”
“Wait, what?” I coughed. “Your parents? They know about you?”
“Yeah, man,” laughed Baxter. “I’m completely open with them. This isn’t 1955. We have nothing to hide,” he said, coming closer to me.
Baxter’s lips were suddenly on mine, the scruff of his beard tickling my chin. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered.
“I—I’ve never,” I began to stammer.
“You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you have a condom?” I asked as he pulled me onto one of the dorm twin beds.
“Why? You don’t want to have my baby?” Baxter chided playfully, pulling off his clothes. His chest was hairy, which gave him a maturity that belied his eighteen-year-old body. And his big cock—fuck. It was the cock of a fully grown man, and not a boyish college freshman. As he finished undressing, I got down on all fours atop the bed, presenting my ass like I’d seen from the gay porn I’d watched.
“No—not like that,” Baxter insisted. “I want to see your face while we fuck.” I rolled onto my back as he raised my legs above his head. His tongue was suddenly on my puckered hole. A wave of pleasure washed over me and I began to squirm as his tongue probed inside me.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never been rimmed?” Baxter asked, coming up for air.
“I told you that I’ve never done this before,” I reminded Baxter as he went back to work on me. Soon he replaced his tongue with a finger, and then two fingers.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” Baxter exclaimed. I began to apologize but he interrupted by saying, “I fucking love a tight hole.” He then sat up on his knees and inched closer to me, pressing the head of his cock against my hole.
“You sure you want this?” Baxter asked, slapping his big cock against my freshly-eaten hole.
“Yeah,” I replied, grabbing him by the hips to pull him closer. “I want you inside me.”
“Fuuuck,” Baxter exhaled as he slowly worked his cock into my pink, virgin hole. “Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he moaned, throwing his head back. My vestal hole began to contract reflexively in retaliation against this assault against its purity. “Just relax, baby,” Baxter’s voice was in my ear. “Take a deep breath and go with it.” I did as told, and soon I could feel my hole opening as I took Baxter all the way inside me. “That’s it,” he encouraged. He then paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the fullness of him.
“You ready for it?” Baxter asked, giving my hole some slow, deep strokes.
“Yeah,” I moaned as waves of pleasure consumed me. “Give me that big cock.”
Like a sports car shifting into gear, Baxter increased his intensity and began to work my hole with fervor. Fuck, it felt good to have him inside me. His lips were suddenly on mine, kissing me as he deftly continued to pummel my hole.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” Baxter said, looking into my eyes. “I can’t believe I’m inside a hottie like you.”
I couldn’t believe how good his big dick felt inside me. My cock was rock hard as he began to jackhammer me. And suddenly an all-too-familiar feeling began to build steadily inside me.
“Dude,” I announced urgently. “I think I’m gonna bust.”
Baxter paused momentarily and looked down at my hard cock, swollen and dripping precum between us. “Fuck, that’s hot. I love when I can make a bottom shoot,” he responded. “I’m gonna cum with you.”
Baxter immediately resumed his frantic pace, pounding us both to climax. “Aww, FUCK,” I cried out, struggling to breathe from the intensity of cumming with a dick up my ass. And then the floodgates opened as my cock erupted with a massive load.
“Damn, that’s HOT,” Baxter roared while looking down at my throbbing dick as rope after rope of my load coated his hairy body above me. “SHIT,” he bellowed, his eyes rolling back into his head.
Instantly, Baxter’s body began to convulse as his cock pulsed inside me, releasing his warm load into my depths. At the last possible moment, he pulled out and sprayed me with the last few shots of cum that his balls could produce before plunging back inside me. He then collapsed upon me, melding our cum between us in a sticky mess.
Baxter’s lips were upon mine again. As we kissed, I reached down and grasped his wet, spent cock. He was still hard. I was just about to guide Baxter back inside my defiled hole when an alarm sounded on his phone.
“Shit,” he exclaimed while jumping up to silence it. “We need to get back downstairs for the first orientation session.”
I moaned in exasperation, not wanting to leave the sanctity of our carnal den. With Baxter’s load dripping from my wrecked hole, I began to fumble for my rumpled clothes on the floor.
“Hey,” Baxter called while pulling his shirt over his head. “Do you have a roommate yet for the fall?”
“Not yet,” I shook my head.
“Good,” Baxter replied, zipping up his pants. “Because I think we should room together permanently. What do you think?”
I gave him my answer with another kiss. “Don’t you think we could be a little late to the first session?” I teased. Twenty minutes later we snuck into the back of the lecture hall with Baxter’s second load up my ass.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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