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Ever since my sister decided she was going to leave him for being a bum and kicked him out of the house, my soon-to-be-ex brother in law Caleb has been living at my place. My sister didn’t really care I was giving him a place to live as long as he wasn’t taking up space in her apartment.

I always liked Caleb, and not just because I thought he was cute as all fuck and I’ve fantasized endlessly about sniffing his huge masculine feet. So, I was happy to let him stay with me while he got back on his feet (and so I might have a chance to get at them!).

The first couple of weeks went great. I enjoyed playing video games, watching movies, and getting high with Caleb. Plus I got to steal his rank socks from the hamper and had some great jerking off sessions with them.

I did start to see why my sister thought he was a bum though. He didn’t bother looking for a job, he just wanted to hang around the house all day and night. Plus, he wasn’t the best with personal hygiene. Not that I was complaining. Instead of washing his socks he just recycled them from his laundry hamper whenever he thought they weren’t smelly anymore (though they always were). In fact Caleb didn’t even shower that often - and his feet especially got smelly. I knew because every time he took them out of his moccasins or slipped his shoes and wet socks off after a run, I could smell his foot funk fill the living room.

It was amazing. And Caleb seemed nose blind to his own foot stink, which also worked in my favor. Whenever we hung out which was every night I could enjoy his rank foot odor without even having to get too close. I usually had to hide my boner under a couch pillow.

One night we were drinking and getting a bit high, I was sitting next to him on the couch on his left, when he mentioned that one thing he did not miss about my sister was that she was always complaining and nagging him about how bad his feet stank.

“Seriously she was always like, Caleb, your gross feet are stinking up the room, blah blah blah. I mean it’s not my fault I have smelly feet, ya know?” He said.

“Yeah for sure man, that sounds annoying,” I said.

“I mean, even after showering she said my feet still smelled. She’s try to buy me new slippers constantly but within a week she said they were ripe again. Oh well. I don’t even think they smell that bad, she was just exaggerating,” Caleb said. “I mean I’ve been living here for three weeks and it’s not like you’ve ever complained about my feet! So they can’t stink that bad, right?” He asked.

I gulped a bit. “Nah man they don’t stink, I’ve never noticed them.”

But Caleb looked at me a bit confused and laughed. “Haha really? I mean … I don’t think they’re bad enough to warrant all your sister’s nagging, but I know they definitely stink. You really don’t smell them? Even after I take off my moccs?”

“Seriously I don’t even notice them.”

“Oh, so you do think they smell bad, you just don’t care.” He shrugged. “You must have nostrils of steel. Hell I think I can smell them right now. You really can’t smell them?” He lifted his leg off the coffee table and held his huge foot right near my face.

Fuck. Caleb’s intense foot odor immediately wafted into my nose. Damn his huge foot smelled good! This was the closest I’d ever been to his bare foot. I’d thought about sniffing his feet while he slept since he’s a heavy sleeper but I always chickened out. I was transfixed by his incredible sexy sole, his toes. I couldn’t stop staring at them and was involuntarily taking his foot stink in with deep breaths.

Before I could even respond I heard him laugh. “Haha dude are you into that? I don’t think you can’t smell my feet — I think you LIKE the smell!”

I was caught! “Man Caleb sorry I don’t wanna be weird about it - seriously I don’t think …”

But he interrupted me. “Is that why you’re so chill with me bumming around your house? Because you get to enjoy my foot stink all day?” I thought for a second he was mad but instead he laughed again. “Man that’s crazy. Your sister couldn’t stand my feet and I guess you can’t get enough of them!” He stuck his smelly left bare foot in my face again. My eyes fluttered as I took another involuntary whiff of his foot funk. “Damn, my feet have really got you good, haven’t they?” He pushed his left foot even closer until it was half an inch away from my face … and I leaned in and pressed my nose right against his bare foot! His sole was soft and a bit moist and sweaty. He’d been wearing his moccs all day and they’d kept his feet extra smelly. I was finally sniffing Caleb’s smelly foot up close and it was all I thought it would be and more. I looked over at his cute handsome face. Looking into those sexy eyes filled me with embarrassment but also made me sniff even harder. Fuck Caleb’s fucking cute. And …. his foot actually stank more than I had fantasized it would! Fuck!

Caleb shook his head. “Man oh man … what are we gonna do now haha. What are we gonna do with you now …” he smirked at me as I grabbed his ankle and kept huffing on his bare foot. “What are we gonna do …” he shifted his weight on the couch … and used his other foot to tap my raging boner which I just noticed was stick straight up through my pants! “Boy oh boy what are we gonna do with ya…” he repeated as I sniffed one of his bare feet and he kept slapping my dick through my pajamas with his other. “You know I was looking for jobs this week, even got a few interviews lined up. Figured I would start working and find my own cheap apartment to get out of your hair. But I bet you don’t want me to leave, huh buddy?” I couldn’t even respond I was too enraptured by his foot stink! My hips were bucking involuntarily as his right foot started slowly massaging my cock. Fuck that felt good!!!

I whimpered “no Caleb - don’t - don’t leave …”, stammering between deep sniffs between his toes. Caleb chuckled. “Nah buddy I don’t think I will. How could I leave when you clearly need my smelly man feet this desperately? It would simply be wrong of me to deprive you of this.” He rubbed my cock harder with his right bare foot and I felt myself squirt precum. Then he used his toes to open the fly of my pajamas … “my my my what do we have here … alright buddy don’t worry I’ve gotcha … I know you need this.” And he used his foot and toes to release my rock hard dick through the flap in my underwear! He rubbed his huge masculine foot right into my precum and used it to stroke my dick, rubbing his sole against my shaft and clutching his toes nice and tight right around my dick head. Fuck!!! His foot felt incredible! I was bucking trying to hump his foot, the whole while keeping my nose buried in his left foot and inhaling his intense foot stink. I whimpered again “yeah … yeah Caleb … fuck I need that … you can’t … you can’t leave …”

Caleb shook his head playfully. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ve gotcha. I ain’t goin nowhere. That’s it. Just let my big foot take care of that for ya. You just keep sniffing that smelly foot nice and deep and you just let me take care of that dick of yours. That’s right let me massage that load out of ya. Bet my foot feels good against your cock, doesn’t it? Yeah my foot stink’s really making ya precum, isn’t it? Oh boy … no, I can’t leave. You need this. You need to let me live in your house for free - because you need my smelly feet in your face and on your cock. Alright buddy … oh boy are you about to cum? You’re gonna cum aren’t ya?” He tightened his toes over my sensitive dick head and stroked my shaft with his sole harder and pressed his other foot tighter onto my face. Fuck I couldn’t control it. His bare foot felt so good against my dick … his toes around my head ….. fuck I was bucking my hips trying to hump Caleb’s right foot harder … and I was desperately huffing up his foot stink. I felt it coming … it was coming … I looked at his handsome fuckin face as I sniffed his foot and I felt it coming ….

Caleb’s furrowed his cute brow a bit. “Oh yeah buddy … oh I can feel it, here it comes. I know you need this. That’s right, don’t worry, just keep sniffing my foot, I’m gonna get that load out of ya. That’s it … that’s it … hump my foot …. Yeah you like my toes around your cock? Feels good? Smells good?”

I was going wild. “Fuck Caleb! Your foot … stinks so good … oh fuck oh fuck …”

Caleb sped up his grip on my cock with his right foot and kept his left one on my face, tightening his toes around my nose. “Alright … Come on buddy, let’s see ya come … I know, I know you’re almost there …. Almost … almost …… And ….. thereeee we go.” I started cumming uncontrollably, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into his toes and huffing his foot stink through my nose and mouth. I came for what felt like five whole minutes, never taking my face off his smelly left foot, and he kept his right foot on my sensitive post-orgasm dick the whole time, gently rubbing my cum against it, making me shudder with pleasure at the intense feeling.

Caleb smiled. “Feel better buddy?” Then he lowered his feet. “Ya made a bit of a mess. But that’s ok dude. I’m very glad we cleared things up. It’s good to know I don’t need to find a new place any time soon, or pick up a job. I know you’ll take care of me buddy. And I’ll make sure to take very good care of you, too. Whenever you need it ...”

Hey footfag, get right here, plant your face down, and I’ll step right on your stupid head. Dominance I got a ton of, waiting for you. Bring you wallet and it better be full. Contact me here footqueer

When they broke up, my sister actually asked me to talk to him. “You guys are friends, it would mean a lot to him if you helped him get through this,” she told me.

I was hesitant, but to my surprise, Brad must have felt the same way. The day after they broke up he actually messaged me first. “Hey bro you probably know about me and your sis. I’m pretty fucked up about it man. You think we can hang for a bit?” It was actually pretty sweet, so of course I said yes.

I went over to his place. It was Friday night and he was already a few beers deep. We got to talking which seemed to lift his spirits a bit. “You know what I really need?” He said. “I need to go out and drink.” And so we went to a bar.

It was a fun night. We hopped between two or three places, and Brad shot back several drinks while we talked. Brad is really hot, and definitely caught the eyes of a few girls. He flirted a few times but mostly really did seem like he just wanted to talk and vent to a buddy.

We got back to his place a bit past midnight. Brad was already coming down off the drinks he’d had earlier in the night, and was more tired than he was drunk or tipsy. We sat down in his living room, Brad on the couch and myself on an armchair, to keep talking and hanging out. Brad grabbed one more beer and pulled out a joint and took his shoes off. I always noticed when he does, not least because Brad definitely had some pretty smelly feet and socks and you could usually smell when he took his shoes off. My sister used to complain about it all the time. I could already smell the warm aroma of his musky socks start to fill the air.

That’s when Brad lifted his big powerful legs onto the small table in front of the couch, between me and him, and propped up his huge socked size 13 feet. We talked for a few minutes, he sipped on his beer and we shared a few hits of the joint. Then he leaned over and massaged his right foot a bit. “Man I’m tired. These dogs are barkin.” Brad then grabbed his socks and slipped them off his feet, revealing his massive, wrinkly manly bare soles. Fuck they were hot!

Brad held his socks in his hand and seemed to study them a bit, while I shifted uncomfortably, trying both to hide my boner and catch a closer whiff of his soles. “You know,” he said, “your sister used to complain about my smelly socks and feet. At least I don’t have to worry about that anymore,” he said half-sarcastically.

“That’s the spirit,” I nervously chuckled.

“Heh. Yeah. I know you never minded though. In fact you’d probably like to grab these socks from me right now.”

My heart skipped a beat. I froze and tried to think of what to say. “Woah man I … uh … what makes you …”

Brad interrupted me. “I caught you sniffing my socks and shoes a few times over the past couple years. You weren’t really as sly as I think you were.” I was still in shock. He knew I’d been sniffing his rank smelly socks? He knew I was gay, but I never imagined he knew I’d been trying to huff on his smelly worn socks and shoes for years!

“It was tough to believe you really wanted to smell them. A couple of times I even came over to your sister’s intentionally wearing an unwashed pair of socks, to see if you’d still go for them. Hell, those were the days you seemed most into them.” Oh man - I had definitely noticed that Brad sometimes came over wearing an old and clearly unwashed pair of socks. And fuck they really did always smell the best!

“Oh man Brad. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to —“

“Nah it’s ok.” Then he looked at me. “You can have at ‘em.” He tossed the pair in his hands to me. I caught and held them. They were moist with sweat and I could smell them from inches away. “Uh - wow, uh — really?” I stammered. I couldn’t help myself … I brought them instinctively to my nose to sniff. Oh fuck. Oh fuck Brad’s socks stank. Fuck they were smelly!

“Sure. Knock yourself out. As long as you give me a foot massage as payment. I wasn’t lying - my feet really are sore and I could use a massage. Your sister never even touched my feet, not even after a shower. She said they were still too smelly even after washing them - wouldn’t go near them.”

I didn’t think twice. Taking another hit of his socks, I I reached out and took Brad’s meaty left foot and started massaging it. Fuck it even felt sexy. It was thick, muscular, and beefy. My fingers pressed deep into his meaty sole. I could feel myself leaking precum as I pressed into the wrinkles of his sole. As I massaged them I also got a closer whiff of their scent. His foot was moist with sweat too.

“Damn that feels good,” Brad sighed and rested further back on the couch. “Guess I’m lucky you’re really into feet.”

As he rested and enjoyed the passage I picked up his smelly sweaty socks and pressed them to my face, holding them in place and sniffing them while massaging his foot with one hand. Brad noticed. “What I’m only getting one-hand-action here?” He opened his eyes and saw me massaging with one hand and holding up and sniffing his socks with the other. “Oh I see. You really can’t get enough of my smelly feet huh. Fair enough. Do what you gotta do lil piggy.”

My dick was practically tearing through my pants. I kept massaging and he kept talking about this and that, girls, problems with girls, all of it. After another fifteen minutes of massaging his feet, I realized I’d slowly inched my way closer and closer to them, gently and subconsciously trying to sniff them closer, until my nose was just an inch or two away from them. Brad opened his eyes again. He had felt the breath from my nose as I got closer to sniff his feet. “Look at that - I didn’t realize this was a scratch and sniff. You’re really eager to sniff them huh? Can’t control yourself?”

I was practically panting. “Sorry Brad. I mean yeah - man I really want to … to uh …”

“I’ll tell you what. I’m about a second away from falling asleep. Once I do, you can go ahead and knock yourself out sniffing my feet. Get your nose as deep between my toes as you want. I’m a heavy sleeper I just gotta get there first. And you owe me another massage.” I eagerly accepted the offer!

True to his word Brad was asleep in under two minutes. I gave him another minute to really settle into it … and then I pressed my nose deep between his toes, and started huffing on them. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Smelling them from a few inches away was one thing …. But up close? My nose pressed right between his toes? Fuck Brad’s bare feet stank better than I could possibly have imagined. I couldn’t help myself, I released my dick and started furiously stroking it as I hungrily sniffed Brad’s smelly bare feet. I tried to hold off my orgasm as long as I could but I couldn’t help it - his feet stank so fucking good! I started shooting my load as I pressed my nose deeper between his toes where his foot stink was strongest. With each hit of his smelly feet I my dick let out another squirt of cum. It was the most intense orgasm of my life!