My New Roomie
by Jeff

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The end of the fourth week of the fall quarter arrived lazily with 95-degree heat and enough humidity to make sweating the biggest achievement of the day. Fridays are pretty sweet for me this quarter - no classes and all the time in the world to hit the gym and get in a good workout.
Everyone was outside gettin' their fill of summer-like weather this far into October. I was able to move freely among the free weights and machines and get through my workout with time to spare. After a quick shower, I dressed and headed back to the dorm. I usually like to linger a little and enjoy the sights and smells of the locker room. Like checking out the hard-muscled bodies stepping into steaming showers, catching those quick glances a guy steals to see how he measures up, watching how everyone is a little unique about the way he soaps up his ass and balls -- and how much time is spends on 'em. It was pretty quiet today so I headed back to the dorm.
Seems strange for college seniors to be living in a dorm, but there's a housing crunch and a long list of seniors wanting to stay on campus. I was one of the six lucky ones selected by lottery to double-up with someone and move into one of the 3 available rooms.
I can still feel the large, heavy hand on my shoulder after the six names were called. When I turned, I found myself face to chest with an awesome-looking guy who towered over me. "Hey, I'm Zack. Wanna share a room?" I couldn't believe my luck. First being selected for housing, then to have this big, handsome jock choosing to spend the next year with me. "Yeah, sounds great! I'm Jeff."
My enthusiasm obviously pleased him. He was almost giddy that he had a room on campus; I was all weak and wobbly 'cause I had him for a roommate. I just hoped he didn't notice the party that was raging down in my shorts.
Zack was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Beautiful blue eyes that sparkled as he talked, a face that lit up the entire room, a chest as expansive as any football field, massive arms that moved gracefully, long powerful athletic legs, and huge jock feet.
That was 4? weeks ago. Since then we've become pretty good buds. We're at ease and comfortable with each other, like best friends who depend on each other. Hell, I'd do anything for him and I think he knew it.
I walked into our room all hot and sticky and wondered why I even bothered to shower back in the locker room. The humidity had me soaking wet all over again. I kicked off my sneakers and threw off my T-shirt. Lifted my right arm over my head and sniffed my hairy pit deeply. Damn, I like the smell of a man, especially when it's raunchy -- even if it's my own stink I'm smellin'.
I reached into my shorts and scratched my low-hanging nuts. Ahhh, it felt like an oven down there. I loved playing with my nuts and feeling the moist heat on my fingers. Decided to kick back 'til dinner so I grabbed a surfing magazine and flopped down on my bed to read. My right hand kept pretty busy as I constantly scratched my hairy nut sac, then pulled it up to my face to sniff my fingers. Scratch 'n sniff, that's my motto.
Our 1970's-style dorm room is nothing to brag about. When you walk through the door you find yourself at two trundle beds on either side that double as sofas or twin beds, depending on the need. Since Zack is 6'5" and I'm 6'1", we were able to get extra long beds. Works fine for me, but poor Zack still needs to sleep with his big feet hanging over the edge.
When both beds are open there's just about 18 inches between 'em. Enough space to walk through for a middle-of-the-night piss run. Just close enough so that I can see the contour of Zack's muscular body in the light that shines through the window. Close enough for a lot more, too. And that's where I was, on my bed, mindlessly flipping through a magazine when the door opened.
"Hey, buddy! Fuckin' hot, huh?" began my roomie. "Had a full practice and no chance to even grab a swim. Watcha doin'?" Soaking wet from a hard workout in his sweat-stained gray cotton jersey and shorts, Zack threw his gym bag on the floor and sat down at the end of my bed. I bent my knees and drew my legs up to make room for him.
Zack always sat on my bed, 'specially when he was all hot and sweaty, like today. "Skipped showerin' in the locker room today -- I knew I'd get sweaty as soon as I walked outside anyway." I looked up at the big guy, blond hair tussled and sticking to his sweaty forehead, and replied sarcastically, "Gee, thanks. I always wanted this place to smell like a locker room."
He laughed as he stretched his long legs to rest his huge feet on top of his own bed, just across from mine. His giant Nikes were stained yellow from several layers of sweat that had accumulated for who knows how long. Zack put his hands behind his head and rambled on about the weekend. His body odor hung heavy in the room like a musky cloud - I loved the intensity of its smell.
I looked over at his strong legs and saw the dark blond hair that cover his muscular thighs and calves, remembering the feel of those hairy legs on my face, neck, and gut whenever he gets the better of me in a late-at-night wrestling match. He loves getting me in a scissors lock and watching me trying to break free; I love the feel of those hairy, muscular legs holding me tight.
Zack had me laughin' in minutes. He was in good spirits, despite being exhausted, and he always found a way to pull me in so I could share it with him. I could tell he was in a playful mood. Like the good buddy that he was, he reached over a couple times to pull on the loose shorts covering my balls, grabbing mostly material but catching my nut sack with it. But Zack had something else in mind. Discovering my weak spot the first time we wrestled few weeks ago, he took advantage of every opportunity to grab my size 11's and begin tickling my soles, as he did now.
With a strong hold on my ankles, Zack had me arching my back and laughing hysterically in seconds. As he released his grip to pull off my sox, I pulled my feet away quickly. I knew what was coming if I didn't move fast. He likes grabbing both ankles and securing them under one of his pits, then tickling the hell out me. But today I pulled them away just in time. Still, he worked my feet over pretty well in those few moments and he had me out of breath and a little weak.
Standing up with a self-satisfied smile on his face, Zack walked a few steps toward the head of the bed beside me and started stretching. "Man, I've been sittin' here for only ten minutes and I'm already stiff."
Stretching at my side, he wrinkled his nose and complained, "Jeff, this place really stinks." "Don't look at me, bud. I showered down at the gym," I replied as I looked up at him, still dripping sweat. We both laughed at the implication. Crossing his arms and grabbing his jersey from the bottom, he peeled off the sweat-soaked shirt that had been plastered to his firm body. He closed his eyes and began rolling his head in circles to ease the stiffness in his neck. It was my opportunity to look at him closely.
I was captivated by the huge, sweating wet dream just inches away. The look, feel, and smell of his chest is a feast for the senses. Dark blond fur begins at his neck line and extends out and over his massive pecs, creating a soft, bushy masculine nest for his nipples, then travels down to collect in a hairy pool over his firm abs, and finally falls gently, sensually into his shorts. Zack takes special pride in his body, especially his V-shaped torso. He works his pecs hard, and they respond well.
His golden brown nipples are the size of quarters, the thick hair on his chest was covered in droplets of sweat. His armpits would make any grizzly proud; thick and hairy, they are imbued with a strength and a sensitivity that is totally masculine. Always the natural man, Zack never wears deodorant. He doesn't need to as far as I'm concerned - Zack's body odor is the most sensual thing I'd ever smelled. Zack makes sure I get plenty of chances to sniff those pits whenever we're wrestling or just fartin? around. Still, I'll try to catch a whiff whenever I can.
Standing beside my bed, Zack dropped his head, opened his eyes, and looked down at me, "So? you're sayin' I stink, huh?" Then, reaching over, he began rubbing his damp, sweat-soaked jersey in my face, restraining me with his forearms. His 230 pounds were more than my 190, not to mention that his upper arms were the size of my thighs. I love times like this to enjoy the playful closeness with Zack that only two buddies can enjoy. I knew I'd be sportin' a boner soon, but I was enjoyin' this way too much to worry about that.
Zack laughed with the glee of a little boy at my reaction as he rubbed that stinking shirt all over my face. I pretended to do my best to overcome him, but inhaled as much of his stink that I possibly could. He grabbed the worst smelling parts that had clung to his hairy pits and held them firmly under my nose. He loved watching me be forced to smell his damp, raunchy shirt.
Finally, I drew my legs up and gave the appearance of trying to exert some leverage to get him away from me, but he only took that as an invitation to climb on top of me. Zack let go of the shirt and used his arms and legs to pin me. I've been under Zack before when we were wrestling, but this time the big guy's hairy, sweaty bare chest caused a feeling with me that went all the way down to my balls.
I could feel his heart beating rapidly in rhythm with my own, the heat emanating from his massive chest warmed my own hairy chest and I knew my tits were responding. Two sweaty, 22-year-old pals wrestling on my bed, chest to chest in raw maleness; my head dizzy from the smell of Zack's stink, my cock becoming full and aroused.
With his forehead touching the mattress alongside my head, I could feel Zack's hot breath on my ear. Confident that he had pinned my legs, he pulled his forearms beside me and pushed his chest up several inches. His face just above mine, sweat fell on me lightly as it dripped from his brow. His breath hot on my face and lips, he said something inaudible. Scooting his body forward a few inches, Zack positioned himself so that his chest was now directly above my head. Slowly, cautiously at first, he lowered himself and began rubbing his hairy, sweaty chest all over my face.
He lifted up just enough to check my response. I mustered a brief, "Oh, buddy - you really do stink!" Doing the guy thing and not appearing like I was as into this as much as I really was, I continued to struggle as if attempting to gain control. Laughing, Zack lowered himself once again, this time completely burying my face in the thick, sweat-soaked fur between his tits. Tiny droplets of Zack's sweat that had been clinging to each chest hair moistened my lips and eyes, even inside my nostrils.
Zack moved to the side a few inches so that his right hair-encircled nipple was touching my lips. I heard him breathe heavily as he moved his tit back and forth over my lips. Another movement and his left tit was on my lips, slowly moving back and forth, up and down. I could feel the bud grow and harden as his nipple became erect. I was almost about to stick out my tongue to lick it when I heard Zack's voice, this time sounding deep and throaty.
"How're you doing down there, pal?" he said slowly. "I'm gonna need another shower after this," I responded. "Maybe later," he said. With that, Zack once again repositioned himself. This time my face was directly under his right arm pit. I could see the thick blond hair of his pit wet with his sweat, the vapors already enveloping my face. Within seconds, he lowered himself, completely covering my nose and mouth with his furry pit. The pungent smell took my breath away, but only for a moment. I couldn't believe he was letting me inhale him at the source.
"So, what do you think of that, Jeff?" He lifted his pit just enough to let me speak, "Fuck, you could bottle this and sell it for bio-warfare." "Hell, no, buddy - this is all for you." With that he pressed his pit back in my face, making sure my nose was buried in the thick pelt that had absorbed so much sweat. The smell was strong, earthy, and manly. I knew Zack was enjoying himself. I could feel his enormous cock pressing against my nuts. Whispering in my ear he said slowly, almost out of breath, "Go ahead, Jeff. Clean my pits for me. Get 'em all nice and clean with your tongue. Take good care of your buddy."
That's all I needed. I began exploring the taste of his pit at the center, where it's juiciest, then licked the entire length of his armpit, making sure to suck up every drop of my buddy's sweat that I could. His moans guided me on. After a few minutes he moved to give me access to his left pit. "Yeah, that's it. Suck up all that ripe college boy B.O."
I inhaled as much of his stink as I could as I lapped at his sweaty pit with my tongue. He pressed his pit into my face - and his huge cock deeper into my crotch -- and I sucked every drop of sweat from the thick hair I found there. His breath on my neck and ear was hot and damp as he whispered again. "Fuck, Jeff -- you really know how to take good care of me." Then, a few moments later, "I've got something real special for you now. Just stay here, bud?"
At that moment Zack pushed himself off me, almost not wanting to leave, and sat up on the edge of the bed. He kept his eyes on me and his right hand on my chest, as if to make sure I wasn't going to get up and leave. Once assured that I was there for the duration, he bent over and began unlacing his big sweat-stained sneaks. I could hear the heavy sneakers drop to the floor as the familiar smell of his huge, sweating feet began to fill the room.
Zack looked at me and smiled, then scooted his butt back a few feet toward the foot of the bed and stopped alongside my knees. Instinctively, I rolled from my back almost to my right side so as to make room for the big guy, as I anticipated what I hoped would happen.
Then he gently swung his legs onto the bed, planting his huge stinking feet just inches from my face. After a moment his right foot slid forward and he placed the big socked foot on the left side of my face, completely covering it. I enjoyed the feel of his damp foot against my face and the cloud of foot odor that filled my nostrils, then closed my eyes as his big toe gently massaged my temple, my eye, and my cheek.
Opening my eyes, I slightly lifted my head and looked at him. My gaze traveled from the foot on my face, sheathed in its well-worn sock, to his thick ankle, up his hairy leg to the fullness in his shorts, then up over his navel and past his hairy chest to see him smiling approvingly at me.
At that, he slid his left foot forward until it came to my face where he pressed the bottom of his toes against my nose. "There you go, Jeff," he said sensually. "Take a good whiff of those size 15's in your face. that's it, buddy. I've been wearin' these same sox for 4 days now. Go ahead, inhale real deep." I followed Zack's directions and made sure he heard me inhale all the funky stink in those huge feet.
The smell was incredible. Never would I have thought I'd be at my buddy's feet -- at his request, no less. He was like a gentle giant as he rubbed the side of my face with his right foot, caressing my eye and cheek with the big toe and ball of his huge foot. His left toes moved back and forth over my nose, never giving me an opportunity to breathe anything but the foot odor concentrated in his yellow-stained 4-day old gym sock.
Confident that I wasn't going to run away, he relaxed with a deep sigh and leaned back, stretching out his legs so that his huge feet were completely covering my face. His feet are so huge that they're actually a few inches longer than the length of my head. I used my hand to caress his foot as I inhaled the damp sock under my nose. The moans he uttered came from deep within. "Fuck, Jeff, I've been wanting to get my feet in your face since we moved in together. Oh, man, this feels so good..." A moment later he uttered, "Pull off those sox for me, buddy."
I slowly began to grasp the dirty, stinking sock on Zack's left foot that was covering my mouth and nose. As I pulled it off, his foot lifted up and off my face, but was immediately replaced by his right foot. Once the sock was off, I barely had a chance to gaze at his big naked foot before he returned those toes to their place at my nose. A new intensity of foot stink entered my senses as Zack wiggled his bare toes over my nose and mouth. I knew my cock was dripping pre-cum. Just the smell of my buddy's jock feet in my face was enough to get me wet.
He lifted up the other foot, now relieved of its duty guarding my face, and I began working to take off the sweat-stained right sock. As the droopy sock came completely off, Zack just held his foot there inches above my face. I stared at the huge manly foot intently. His size 15's looked even bigger seeing them close up like this. His toes are long and meaty, the knuckles a visible sign of their strength, the second toe longer than the big toe next to it -- all things I've admired on the big feet of many hunky jocks. Fine blond hairs are evident on the top of his foot and on his toes.
I looked closely at the space under his long toes. What a perfect place to cradle my nose. It's where my nose was now buried on his other foot, with those long beefy toes wiggling freely in my face. "You like that, buddy?" I mumbled that I did. "Oh, yeah," he sighed. "I want you to take real good care of my big stinkin' feet for me. All that sweat and stink between my toes -- fuck, Jeff, it would sure be nice to have you clean 'em for me, just like you did my pits. Do it for me, buddy."
Once again, I did what my buddy wanted - needed - me to do for him. I opened my mouth and tasted the hot, damp underside of those meaty toes. The salty taste prompted me to explore between his toes with my tongue. I worked my tongue in and out of each crevice like a man wanting nothing more than to please his best bud, wanting only to give him something no one else would.
Within minutes, his toes were completely covered with my saliva. "Oh, man... This is fuckin' unbelievable. It feels so fuckin' good havin' you lick my toes..." Encouraged by Zack's moans urging me on, I licked and sucked each toe, nibbling and teasing and savoring the taste of each one.
Zack raised his foot and rested his heel on my mouth, waiting until I opened wide to take in as much of that heel as I could. "Go on, Jeff, chew on it for me." I pressed my teeth to his heel and scraped against the flesh of his heel. He liked having me scratch his big feet with my teeth.
Within moments, both feet completely covered my face once again, and we were still. The moist heat of his soles hugged my face, his long toes tenderly wiggled and played over my eyes. Slowly, first one foot then the other moved down so that all ten toes covered my nose. "Hey, bud, is this what surfer's call 'hanging ten'?" We laughed like a couple of horny kids who'd just discovered sex.
Zack had been stroking my leg all the while I was making love to his feet. He now extended his thick, long fingers up into my loose-hanging shorts and lightly fingered my left nut, then my right. It felt good and safe and natural to touch and be touched in the way were doing to each other now.
Still, I wondered when he'd stop and retreat into that old straight jock shit, leaving me here with the taste of his pits and feet in my mouth. But that wasn't Zack's style. And he soon proved it.
"I've gotta get these sweaty shorts off me, buddy. Gimme a hand." I reached up, still feeling totally intoxicated by the stink and taste of sweaty, raunchy feet, and began to pull on Zack's shorts as he lifted his perfect ass off the bed. Pulling his legs up to his chest so that I could pull off the damp shorts he'd worked out in all week, he gave me a glimpse of what I had only fantasized about until now.
He wore his dirty jock that was stained from piss and sweat. I'd seen him in his jock before; I'd seen him naked, too. His cock is thick and meaty, with a huge mushroom head that looks like a real throat plug. it's long, too - at least 6 inches soft. I never saw him fully hard, except once when he was asleep, and then he was under a sheet. His huge nuts put my low-hangers to shame. He had the balls of a bull, big and firm and hung real low. They're covered with the same blond hair that covers the rest of him. Hell, I've been envious of his jock since that first night in our room when I got a look at the big guy.
But what I hadn't seen before, and what he showed me now, was his ass. I couldn't believe my eyes. His heavy balls, still encased in the worn yellow jock, were spilling out at the sides. They hung down but couldn't hide the dark blond entrance to my buddy's man hole. I moved my shoulders toward his hips and leaned on one elbow as he kept both knees to his chest and held them there, as if he were stretching. I wanted to press my face, my nose against his well-seasoned nut sac and inhale deeply. But the real attraction was his ass.
Lifting his head, he gazed at me and knew by the look in my eyes what I was thinking. He leaned back again, reached under and scratched his hairy hole with his fingers, then brought his fingers to rest at my upper lip, just under my nose.
About a foot away from the hairy ass that had me mesmerized, I inhaled the odor clinging to the fingers under my nose. Once again in a deep and throaty voice he asked, "Like that, buddy?" I nodded that I did. "Come up closer, Jeff. Get real close. I want you to sniff my hole for me. Take a deep whiff and smell my ass for your bud."
I leaned in to about an inch of his ass when I felt the curly, dark blond hair begin to tickle my nose. A sharp, pungent odor suddenly filled my senses and I backed away a couple inches. A big, warm hand was at the back of my head, gently encouraging me to move closer again. "It's just me, buddy. It's my smelly ass. Come on, get close again. I want your face in there; I want your face deep in my sweaty, hairy ass."
Partly moving on my own and partly being pressed closer by Zack, I closed my eyes and took shallow breaths as I leaned in. Before I knew it, not only my nose, but my lips and cheeks were pressing against the center of the damp, hairy softness of his cheeks. Soon I was inhaling deeply, deeply enjoying what I smelled. My comfort level returned and I began rubbing my face all over Zack's hairy ass, caressing it with my face. I ran my nose up and down his long hairy crack, exploring the feel and the odor of this secret place. Then deeper and deeper still as the tip of my nose burrowed past the hair that filled his crack and touched the smooth pucker at the center.
To be continued...??