Study Buddy
by The L

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I was doing pretty well during my sophomore year of college.

Studying French has been great, I got an A on my last test. I had a 108% in that class! But I had had a test coming up on the integument system in Physiology class. I knew I needed help, so I called over my bud Chad so we could do an old-fashioned cram.

Like me, Chad Carlisle was twenty years old. But unlike me he was extremely handsome with light brown hair, a chiseled jaw and the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen in your life. He also had big feet. Size 14 feet. I'm talking feet so big that he joked about having to put his pants on over his head. His own mother said she only bought him cheap socks as a kid because Chad's feet were so big that it would take too much wool to make him a good pair.

We both somehow ended up in that bizarre physiology class, but we became friends when, on one of my broke days, he saw me gawking at his pizza and invited me to share it with him. I couldn't believe that someone so good-looking could actually be nice. I know that sounds shallow, but it's true; most really good-looking guys I know are pricks. But Chad was different.

While sharing that pizza we learned we had many things in common. We both had one sibling, a sister. Mine was younger; his was older. We both were devout followers of Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan novels, and we both liked Coors beer.

For our study session, I bought the food supplies and made sure my roommate (Whom I shared an apartment with off-campus) was elsewhere. When Chad arrived we got to business right away, cracking open our books and eating as if food was going out of style.

He was drinking Coors beer. He guzzled can after can.

I told him to slow down, for he was clearing out the box I’d bought … a box of 40 12 Fl. Oz of bottled beer that I thought would last me for days. He drank so much that I thought he’d pass out and fall over like a cut tree, but it didn't touch him. He yawned a bit, but for the most part, kept on studying. I let him drink as much as he wanted.

Eventually he reached his body’s limit.

By the look on his face I knew that he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. He didn't finish his last bottle. Then he became sort of week and sickly, and he got to his feet and made his way to the bedroom. I knew what he was thinking: that he would get to the guest bed and lay down without making a fool of himself in front of me.

I could see him mumbling to himself as he stumbled about dizzily. Bet he was praying to the god of intoxication: "Let me get to my room, please let me get to the bedroom."

He collapsed in the hallway. He tried to get up and he fell against the far wall because he couldn't stand. I tried to help him, but wouldn't let me--I think because he was such a prideful guy.

Finally he couldn't do anything but accept my help. I grasped Chad under the arms and pulled him limply to his feet. His socked toes dragged over the carpet, for he had already stepped out of his shoes during the first hour of our study session. He hung from my hands, chin on chest like a rag-doll. I thought he'd passed out already, but eventually he managed to stand on his own, but could barely balance himself as he made his way to the bedroom. He fell back on to the bed.

He was fading fast.

I touched his temple gently, smoothing back his light brown hair. "Sorry about that beer, bud ... this is all my fault," my own voice rang regretfully in my ears.

Chad's blue eyes began to roll back in his head, and he slumped into the mattress. "S'okay, man. Sorry I'm n-not going to much help to you on your t-test tommo--"

And that was it. I watched as my study buddy's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he passed out completely. I sat in a chair next to my study buddy and began to keep a short vigil over the, now, unconscious Chad Carlisle. I wanted to make sure he'd stay asleep.

When I massaged and tickled his size 14 feet a little, I looked up at his face, expecting to see some reaction, but his eyes were shining with lust and encouragement … he wanted me to do SOMETHING. He didn’t get a chance to say what, for his eyes closed and he began breathing the sleep of someone deeply asleep. So I did what I thought he might want me to do; I grabbed his ankles and, lifting his big feet to my face, I fell on his warm white-socked toes--kissing them and inhaling their sweaty odor.

I almost came, but found the strength to get down to the business of undressing my study buddy. After pulling off Chad's pants I loosened his boxers, pulling the elastic out over his generous package. I smelled the sweat on my handsome friend's smooth body. The boxers joined the jeans at Chad's feet. I turned his limp form slightly and then pushed him back to the mattress. Taking a moment out to once again caress my friend's sweaty socked size 14 foot, I grabbed Chad's ankle and lifted it ... and used his other hand to remove the loose clothing before repeating the motion for the other leg.

I got both his shirt and T-shirt off, exposing his broad, but hairless chest, complete with kissable and suckable nipples. But I kept returning to his big feet. I swear I even salivated when really taking the time to gaze upon the dirty soles of Chad's white sock-clad feet. I could easily make out the smudgy outlines of my study buddy's toes, high arches and heels against the sweaty white fabric. I leaned over and across my handsome friend's gorgeous unconscious body until my nose was only an inch from his toes. I took a deep whiff, inhaling the wonderful odor. My cock throbbed as it stood at attention in my pants.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I buried my nose between Chad's white sock-clad feet even further. And I began sniffing even more deeply--in an almost Animalistic way. I even licked those big feet, savoring the taste of sweaty cotton. I explored every inch of Chad's socked feet, almost expecting my unconscious, stoked-to-the-gills friend to respond to my actions. I held my handsome study buddy's feet and sucked his stocking toes. I licked my limp friend's soles. I even licked Chad's calves and up to his inner thighs. I couldn't get enough of the salty taste of his smooth fair skin.

Returning to his feet, I knelt down at the foot of the bed where Chad lay sleeping and inhaled his big, wonderfully smelly feet again. Then I pulled off Chad's socks, setting them carefully aside so that I could redress him in them later.

His toes were so long and perfect and fragrant and even still moist from the sweat. His heels were very soft and her soles were very fleshy and smooth. I kissed Chad's bare toes one by one. Now that my study buddy was completely naked, I smirked as I climbed onto the mattress of the bed ... all the while licking my friend's fair skin from neck to chest. I continued to lick Chad's smooth skin as if it were a sugar coated treat for some time. He even brought my mouth to my study buddy's nipples and nursed, sucking at length at the stiff flesh.

Then, of course, I made my way back to his huge size 14 feet yet again--kissed his smooth soles and sucking his long lovely toes. I was even massaging my sleeping study buddy's bare feet while sniffing, kissing licking and sucking on them. I took each and every one of his toes into my mouth and sucked the sweat and fragrance from them. After I was done sucking his toes clean, I freed my cock just as it exploded. Yes, I blasted white creamy hot cum all over Chad's feet until they were covered in my sticky goodness.

I licked my cum off my snoozing study buddy's feet before redressing him and waiting for him to regain consciousness.