Helping
My Roommate with
His Shoes & Sweaty Socks
by CuteGayJason@aol.com
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"Hey
Jay, I'll be right back," Chris stated as he walked out the
door.
I wasted no time as I would only have a few seconds. Chris had just
went to go put a letter in the mailbox. I raced into his bedroom
searching for his size 12 white Nike shox running shoes. There they
were under a pile of his dirty clothes. Just as I thought they were
still loosely tied so he could just step into them with a slight
tug. I pulled the knots out leaving them untied and threw the sweaty
socks that were almost under his bed right beside them after I took
a long hard sniff.
I knew Chris had not done laundry in while. I wondered how many
pairs of clean socks he had left, if any. I peeped out the window
and saw he was returning back from the mailbox. I had only seconds
left. I opened his sock drawer and saw a single pair of clean socks
inside. I quickly stuffed them in my pocket and returned back to
the living room in front of the television.
I knew that shortly Chris would still go out for his morning run
even if his left hand was in a cast, broke in two places. It would
not stop him. He was what I would refer to as a super athlete. He
was about 5'11 and 215lbs of solid muscle. His shoulders were broad,
chest was smooth, and stomach rippled. He had honey brown eyes and
short golden brown hair that was just long enough to make you want
to run your fingers through it. In fact, had his eyes been blue,
he would have passed for Nick Lachey's twin brother.
The front door opened and Chris kicked off sandals by the door that
we both took turns wearing to the mailbox. In fact, I couldn't remember
if they were mine or his but the fact that his feet was in them
often made me almost get hard when I wore them to the mailbox.
Chris went to his bedroom and I could hear him open his dresser
drawer. I hoped he would not recall his last pair of clean socks.
I waited nervously to be questioned if I had borrowed any of his
socks, which was not uncommon. Little did he know that often I borrowed
his sweaty worn dirty socks while he was not home to indulge in
some of my own fantasies. So many of his dirty worn out socks had
been over my cock and against my nose.
You may be wondering why I would go untie his shoes. I knew with
a cast on his hand, he would have to ask me to tie his shoes if
he couldn't just slip them on. I had helped him with so many little
things that we all take for granted since he had broken his hand.
Sure enough he came out of his room wearing the dirty socks I had
tossed near the shoes, with the shoes in his hand. He sat down beside
me and I could feel my cock stiffen as he raised his foot up. I
could see a dirty footprint on the bottom of his sock. With little
trouble he raised the tongue of the left Nike shoe and slipped his
foot inside the well worn sneaker. "Need a little help there
tying your shoes?" I asked as I grabbed the other shoe off
the floor. I wanted to be the one who slid the shoe on his other
foot just so I could have a good excuse to put my hands on the right
socked foot!
"Yeah, if you don't mind," he replied as lifted his feet
and placed them on my lap. My cock was so hard I couldn't have stood
up for anything, nor did I want to. I wished that I could stay right
there forever with his feet in my lap. I could smell his sweaty
worn sock. I wanted to lick his socked foot. I wanted him to force
his socked foot in my face. I wanted him to make me taste every
bit of sweat and smell of his mighty feet. I wanted him to fuck
my brains out while he gagged me with his sweaty socks. But most
of all, I wanted to CUM so badly.
"Hey dude, are you going to just sit there or help me out?"
Chris laughed. Little did he know what sinfully sexual thoughts
were racing through my mind. I grabbed his left foot that was already
inside the hot jock shoe and starting tightening the laces. "No,
leave them loose so I can slip them on and off easily," he
said. I had to think fast, I wanted those shoes tightly bound to
his feet. Something about knowing they were tight against his feet
really excited me. I assumed that it was because I knew if they
were really tight against his feet, the bottom of his souls would
not breathe as well and hopefully end up with all the more sweet
sweat and scent.
"No can do captain. The last thing we need is for you to be
jogging in loose sneakers and fall and get hurt worse than your
hand is now." I smartly replied as I tightened the shoe even
more. I didn't want it to be so tight that they hurt his feet, did
I? Maybe if his feet hurt after the run he would mention how sore
they were. Maybe by some miracle he would complain to the extent
of implying I should massage his feet. Yeah right, I was just letting
my thoughts get carried away. I decided to chance it anyway leaving
the shoe painfully tight. Chris didn't seem to notice as he was
watching the television. Another thought just flashed through my
brain and I made sure to tie the shoe in such a knot, he wouldn't
be able to untie the shoe without my help. Hopefully, it was tight
enough so he couldn't just pull it off his foot. I imagined what
his amazing socks would be like after his long run. My cock was
throbbing only inches from his masculine feet. If only my cock could
just touch his feet, I know I would have an orgasm that would send
me into another dimension.
"Man, do the other foot, I'd like to get going already. You
can watch television after you tie my other shoe." Whew, boy
did I zone out or what. I was relieved he was naive enough to think
I was actually watching the sports game. He knew I was gay, I guess
he just didn't stereotype me enough to realize that I would never
really be watching a baseball game. I grabbed his socked right foot
and slid the other shoe on. Just sliding the shoe on his foot almost
made me blow my load. I quickly laced his shoe just as tight, if
not tighter than the other one and knotted it the same way. Jumping
to his feet he said, "Thanks!" He walked to the door,
and then with a smile he looked at me with those sexy eyes and said,
"Gees man, do you think you could have tied these any tighter?"
"Oh yeah, I could have tied them tighter, come back here and
I'll make them so tight you won't be able to walk. At least I know
now that you won't trip over your shoe coming off while you are
out running, " I joked back. I was fearful he would ask me
to loosen them up. Then he would notice just how knotted they were
when it would take me some time to get them untied. Luckily he went
out the door without a second request. I got up and went to the
window with my rock hard cock sticking out like a steel rod. I saw
him turn right out of the driveway and I raced to back to his room.
I dug deep in his laundry basket in his closet and found a very
worn pair of gold toe socks.
Chris didn't own gold toe socks, I did. He had obviously borrowed
them from me. This made my cock even harder if it was even possible.
I held the dirty socks to my nose and grabbed my cock and went to
lay on my bed. Within seconds, I shot ounces of cum all over my
belly. It was an unbelievably strong orgasm, and I didn't want to
move as I lay there glowing in ecstasy. I was so relaxed, I fell
asleep cum and all on my belly with his worn socks near my face.
I woke up hours later. As I looked at my watch, I realized I had
been out for over six hours. My bedroom light was turned out. I
couldn't remember if it was out when I laid down or not. Had Chris
turned out my light? Had he looked in on me and noticed I had the
socks he wore on my bed with me? No, I was just being paranoid.
And if he had turned out the light, he probably wouldn't have paid
any attention if socks were on the bed. I got up, threw on some
shorts, and walked into the living room.
Chris appeared to be asleep on the couch. I noticed right away he
still had the Nike Shox on! I could see they were partially untied.
My trick had worked. He had tried to get them off and couldn't.
Wow, how many hours had he been in those shoes? He had been stuck
in them for at least seven hours. He looked like a wet dream laying
there in those tight shoes and his boxers. His caramel color nipples
accented his muscular chest.
My cock was rock hard again pushing against my shots. I noticed
Chris beginning to stir as I quickly turned around to flea to my
room before he saw my bulging crotch. "Jay, I see you got some
morning wood there!" I heard him say, he was awake and saw
my excitement. I began to panic and I just froze my back toward
him. I could feel my face turn so red that I was sure it was the
color of blood. "Before you take care of your boner, do me
a HUGE favor and get these damn shoes off my feet," he pleaded
with me. My eyes widened and I still could not move. I was frozen
solid. This was severe. I wanted to take those shoes off him more
than anything in the world just to get a whiff of those ripe socks
but I simply couldn't move. It was though time had stopped. I could
actually hear my own heart beat. I snapped back into reality. It
took all my energy just to speak one word reply.
"Huh?" I replied weakly, acting like I hadn't heard a
word he had just said.
"Dude, my feet are killing me. My feet are probably so swollen
I'll have to go buy a new pair of shoes in a size 15! Jay, you got
to get these off my feet, I am dying here. I ran for almost two
hours. I came home and my feet were so tired. I tried to get the
shoes off and both of the damn shoes got all knotted up. I couldn't
untie them with only one hand. I pulled at the shoes for 10 minutes
trying to release my aching feet. I couldn't find any scissors,
I was going to cut the laces. It's like the damn shoes are welded
to my feet, they wouldn't fucking budge an inch. I told you no to
tighten them up, but no you just had to tie them so tight I couldn't
get them off. What have you got to say for yourself?" he paused.
Then more calmly he said, "Please help me out buddy."
The tone of his voice almost pitiful, begging me to untie his shoes
sent horny chills through my body.
Trying to sound sympathetic and surprised, I turned around and said,
"Sorry Chris, if your feet hurt that much, you should have
just woke me up to help you. You know I'd do anything for you."
I did mean anything though he would never know just how much I meant
that statement.
"I didn't want to wake you, I know you had to work all night
last night. Don't get me wrong, I thought about it, but I figured
I could stand it until you woke up." I walked toward the couch.
He lifted his feet so I could sit down and placed his sore aching
feet back in my lap. I begin to untie the left foot and it was very
difficult. My cock was not going to be going soft anytime soon and
I repositioned myself so that his trapped feet would be actually
brushing against my cock. I had to take advantage of the situation.
It was my once in a lifetime opportunity. I wrestled with the laces
long enough to brush my cock against his sneakered feet for a couple
of minutes being careful that he wouldn't discover what I was really
up to.
Finally, I got the knots out of the first shoe, and the shoe laces
gave slack as Chris sighed. The look of relief on his face was priceless.
Damn, I didn't think in a million years I could get this horny.
Slowly I started to pull his shoe off as I felt him retrieve his
foot out of it. The smell hit my nose immediately. That socked foot
was ripe with sweat. I could see a full footprint through the bottom
of the socked foot. It was so wet I could nearly see through it.
Maybe I was almost seeing through the sock. Was that socked foot
that wet with sweat? I had to know. No matter the outcome I had
to know. I reached down and grabbed his socked foot. It was hot
and moist. The smell sent sensations through my nose down to my
cock.
I felt like I was having an ongoing orgasm. I wasn't actually blowing
my load, but this feeling was just as intense. I squeezed his sweat
filled socked foot and Chris moaned loudly. "Dude, you have
no idea how fucking good that feels! Please get the other shoe off!"
He had not said a word about me massaging his foot. Now I was eager
to release his other foot. When I got the other shoe off, I would
have twice the smell and twice as much sweat on my lap! I didn't
procrastinate. I got the other shoe's knot out in a third of the
time as the first one.
Loosening the laces I said, " Pull your foot out." As
I held the shoe firmly in place, even my cock, could feel his foot
being retracted from the shoe. My eyes watched the socked foot coming
out. I was mesmerized by his foot as I sat frozen following it with
my eyes. It seemed to get closer and closer to my face. The sweat
soaked socked foot was coming right at my face!
"Smell this dude!" Chris said in a sexual tone in his
voice. The damp sweat soaked sock hit my face like a sledge hammer.
I couldn't resist. I pressed his socked foot against my nose and
inhaled his manly scent. I couldn't bring myself to look at Chris.
I had crossed the line, but there was no going back. I grabbed his
other socked foot and brought it to my face as well. My hands were
massaging his sweaty feet as I pressed them to my face. My dick
was bouncing and straining. It felt like it grew another six inches!
I inhaled his socked feet as my face absorbed sweat from his socks.
I could hear Chris moaning which gave me more confidence as I buried
my face in his sweaty socked souls. Chris was moving his feet over
my face alternating the underside toe areas of the moist socked
feet under my nose.
Then Chris forced my mouth open with his toes! I sucked his meaty
toes through his socks. I tasted his sweaty feet. I devoured them
with my mouth as I inhaled the scent. This went on for several minutes.
My shorts were soaked with precum. He then pulled his feet off my
face no matter how hard I tried to hold them against it. I didn't
know what to think. I looked at Chris, my eyes begging for more.
His knees were bent up and his feet were against the cushion. Please
do not let this be over I thought. The next few seconds felt like
a lifetime. I had no idea what Chris was thinking. He had a blank
_expression on his face as I stared at his eyes. I searched for
any sign of approval in his face. A smile on his face lit up like
a thousand stars in the sky. "Take your shorts off," Chris
said. I stood up and had them off in no time. Then the unbelievable
happened.
Chris moved his feet out towards me. I stepped towards them with
my cock dripping wet. He held his feet against each other and there
was that crevice between his socked feet that I had dreamt about
a number of times. I watched in awe as he pushed his feet around
my cock. My cock slid right in that damp warm crevice between his
feet. I moaned feeling mega intense pleasure as he worked my cock
with his socked feet. Tremors moved throughout my body. His feet
moved in perfect motion as they glided over my cock intensifying
my pleasure. FUCK, I knew at that moment what pure pleasure was.
My entire body was on fire as I felt this amazing energy racing
though my entire flesh. I erupted violently, spewing streams and
streams of cum. I must have squirted for 90 seconds. I had came
all over his socked feet, all over his legs, all over his chest,
all over the floor, the couch. My cum was everywhere! My knees got
weak and I fell to my knees. Cold chills were racing over my body
covered with sweat. I looked at Chris in such a way that he knew
that he had given me the greatest moment of my life.
His cock was tented in his boxers. It was massive. It had to be
nine inches long and as wide as my wrist. He got up off the couch
grabbing his sneakers and spoke, " Follow me!" Instantly
I was energized again. He pushed down his boxers as we walked to
his room. My cock got instantly hard again as I drooled over his
body. I sat on his bed as he stood there in his dirty socks with
his sneakers in his hand. I watched him as he slowly raised his
left leg up and said, "Take my sock off with your teeth!"
I grabbed the tip of the sock with my teeth and pulled.
I could still taste his sweaty foot. He pulled back and the sock
slipped off hanging from my mouth. I pressed his sock over my nose
and inhaled the magical scent deeply. I saw him yank off his other
sock. He then placed the sock over my rock hard cock while I was
still sniffing the other. He took the other sock away from my nose
and set it and the sneakers down beside me as he pushed me to a
laying position on the bed. "Don't move," he ordered.
I dare not move.
Chris pulled out what appeared to be a gym bag from under his bed.
I couldn't see what he was doing as his back was facing me. I could
tell he was getting something out of the bag. When he turned around,
I saw on his face a sly grin and in his hand was hand cuffs. He
climbed on top of my body sitting on my stomach, his hard enormous
cock just inches from my mouth. Within moments, I was at his mercy,
each of my wrists handcuffed to his bed frame. He edged his body
up closer to my face and his cock pressed against my lips parting
them as he growled. My cock still in his sock was flapping against
my stomach as he fucked my face hard. I sucked fiercely on his massive
cock as he rocked back and forth.
As he pulled it out, I could see the head was swelling more, he
then teased my lips brushing his cock over them. "Your not
going to get off that easy." Chris whispered in my ear right
before his lips locked to mine. His tongue was as forceful in my
mouth as his cock was. His tongue consumed my mouth and mine explored
his. As our lip lock progressed, I could feel his cock grinding
mine. I fought hard not to blow my load again just yet. He must
have felt I was close and he climbed off me. I could see my cock
bouncing in the air needing just the slightest bit of friction to
erupt once again.
Chris picked up the sock near his sneakers and stuffed it in my
mouth. Then he grabbed one sneaker and put it over my face. He then
leaned over to the nightstand and retrieved a roll of tape, using
his teeth and one good hand, he tore off a long piece. and taped
his smelly shoe over my face. FUCK! He somehow just kept making
this day better and better. There I was on his bed with one of his
sweaty socks I had always fantasized about over my cock and the
another stuffed in my mouth, held by one of his rank worn out Nike
shox! I saw him pick up the other shoe. What was he going to do
with it? FUCK Yeah I tried to moan through my gagged mouth as he
placed the shoe over my sock covered cock. He tore off another piece
of tape and used it to secure his shoe over my cock. Knowing my
cock was inside his shoe, was driving me insane. I thrust as hard
as I could trying to feel more friction but the shoe was actually
protecting my cock from that. I could feel him lift my lower body
up in the air.
His tongue probed my asshole. I growled in pure delight as he devoured
my ass. He continued to tease my ass for several minutes and for
a moment my asshole felt nothing as he shifted his position. My
asshole was consuming his cock.
"MMRRRRPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I moaned as I felt my ass being
intruded by his juicy cock. He thrust in me with such force I thought
my body would be pushed through the mattress. He groaned as his
muscular body moved in perfect motion. Breathing through his shoe,
I lay there bound to the bed feeling every inch of his cock work
my insides. My cock aching for release again couldn't cum protected
by the shoe that had built up the sweat I was tasting through his
salty sock. A roar emerged from Chris as I felt his cock expand
in my asshole and I felt his mighty orgasm blast inside me. Second
after second, I could still feel him cumming.Hearing his growls
as he emptied his cock pushed me over the edge.
My cock too exploded violently inside his shoe.
I don't recall the next few seconds … I just know that moments
later I felt him pull the shoe off my cock and his body collapsed
on top of mine.
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