Suite Feet
by Mufassa

During my sophomore year in college, I lived in a suite-style dorm that contained four rooms per suite. The guys were assigned to the suite at random by the campus housing office, so we all had to get acquainted with each other. My roommate was a senior political science major. He was always going on weekend field trips with his class to either the state capital or to Washington, DC. This left me alone in the room many weekends.

One particular Saturday night, a Three Stooges Movie Marathon was scheduled for 6:00 p.m. until 2:00 a.m. Since I didn't want to go to any of the bars and clubs downtown, I decided to stay in the room all weekend. When it was getting close to the marathon start time, I began making some popcorn to munch on while I watched the movies. After the popcorn was done, I poured it in a bowl and sat it on my desk. After I got comfortably situated on my bed, someone knocked on the door. When I opened the door, it was one of the suite mates. He had sniffed the popcorn aroma and asked could he have some? I welcomed him in to have some.

He then asked me what was I doing, and I told him I was getting ready to watch a Three Stooges Movie Marathon. He asked could he watch with me, and I told him yes. He then asked where was my roommate, and I told him that he was in Washington, DC on a class field trip. So, after I sat on my bed to get comfortable again, he came and sat at the other end of my bed. I put the bowl of popcorn between us and we munched and watched the slapstick comedy of the Three Stooges. After we finished the popcorn, I took the bowl and placed it on my desk.

After about 2.5 hours of the marathon, the guy asked me if he could place his feet on my bed. I told him that's fine (so you can get a vivid picture in your minds, this guy was 6'2", about 175#, sunshine blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, with a build of a beach lifeguard, with size 13 feet that had very high arches and well groomed toenails, and was barefoot). After he placed his feet on the bed, we began watching the marathon some more.

When a commercial came on, he came right out of the clear blue and asked me,
"Have you ever massaged a guy's feet before?"

I looked at him very surprised and strangely and said, "No I haven't."

He then asked me, "Would you like to give it a try on my feet?"

I said to him, "Are you trying to set me up for a kill or something?"

He replied, "Why would you say that?"

I told him, "Because guys generally don't ask other guys to do this kind of thing to them."

He responded very assuredly and said, "Well, what would I gain for trying to set you up for a kill? I'm the one that asked you to massage my feet....not you asking me."

With that, I consented to give his feet a massage.

As I began massaging, he told me that for someone who has never massaged feet, I was doing a fantastic job. As I continued, I noticed him leaning his head back with his eyes closed and letting out very low volume moans and sighs. The more I kept massaging, the more he moaned and sighed. Then to my surprise......I had a full erection from all this! He apparently took notice, because he took his right foot and started rubbing it up and down my erected shaft. I was about to lose it! I finally asked him to stop, because it felt too good. He then picked his right foot up to my face and asked me to suck his big toe.

I was so frightened that I began trembling and my speech slightly stuttering. He looked very strongly at me and told me that I was doing a good job and that he enjoyed me working on his feet. So, like a little kid, I started being silly and began tickling his feet. Man, did he crack up laughing; but he did not kick away or anything like that. He simply kept wiggling his feet when I would tickle them. Then, I alternated from tickling his feet to sucking and licking his feet. This guy was so turned on that he pulled out his erect manhood and started stroking. He encouraged me not to stop pampering his feet. I continued and his strokes became masturbating movements. The more I licked and sucked, the faster his movements were.

Finally, he let out a moan and said, "I'm going to shoot this cum all over you and the bed. HE DID JUST THAT! His ejaculating spray was so strong that semen flew on my arm, my leg, on the floor, on the bed and all on him. That's the first time I have ever heard of anyone getting a nut from his feet being handled.

This guy truly had "Suite Feet."

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