My
First Year of College
by Spauldinghm
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In my first year of college, I was painfully shy and had no close
friends, but my roommate was a pretty cool guy and we’d hang
out once in a while.
One weekend, he invited me come with him to a party off campus.
Even though I wouldn’t know anyone, I decided to tag along.
We arrived at the party and got separated almost immediately in
a throng of drunken strangers. I felt really awkward and alone so
I drank fast hoping the booze would relax me in this sea of strangers.
After a couple drinks, I was feeling a good buzz and I had to pee,
so I started searching for the bathroom. I opened a door that I
thought might be the bathroom but instead found a bedroom. I tall
good looking guy – short dark hair, muscular build, shocking
blue eyes – was relaxing on the bed.
“Oh sorry. I was looking for the bathroom,” I muttered.
He just stayed as he was, reclining on the bed, drink in hand, smirking,
“No need to apologize. Come on in and relax.”
I needed a break from the party and was happy someone was friendly
to me so I walked in and closed the door. I looked around but saw
no chair.
“There’s no chair. Umm…mind if I sit with you.”
“I don’t mind at all,” he replied. I moved to
sit next to him on the bed but before I could, he grabbed a pillow
and tossed it on the floor. “Have a seat.”
“On the floor???,” I asked, shocked.
He smirked without making eye contact, “What are you? A chick?
Just sit on the damn floor!”
Aggravated at him and feeling the need to prove I was just as cool
as him, I dropped down to my knees on the pillow. Before I had a
chance to adjust and sit on my ass, he chuckled, “You look
very natural like that….on your knees.”
“I’m leaving!” I was pissed and attempted to stand
but between the drinks and the disoriented feeling from the weird
situation I now found myself in, I stumbled and fell forward. To
my added humiliation, he caught my head between his knees.
“Calm down and relax. Now sit down!” I obeyed and sat
on the pillow. “Take those shoes off!” he demanded.
I kicked off my Nikes and he just laughed. “Not yours. Mine!
These size 14s are getting too hot. Pull them off like a good boy.”
I just stared at his gigantic feet. Man, they were huge and really
sexy. I started to wonder what they’d look like out of shoes.
Hands shaking, I untied the laces on the right shoe and slide it
off. The smell of damp sweaty feet hit me like a slap. I grabbed
the other foot and removed that shoe too. I now noticed that his
black dress socks were moist and clinging to his feet.
“Now the socks!” he commanded. I slowly slid one off
and then the other, feeling the heat as my hands moved over those
long, thick, smooth feet. I’d never seen such big feet and
I was staring with my mouth open when he rubbed his damp soles against
my face. The smell was overpowering and seemed to send an electric
charge straight to my dick and I let out a deep groan.
Without thinking, I ran my face against his soles, inhaling the
rich manly scent of his amazing feet. I began rubbing his ankles
and pulling his feet into my face. I didn’t know what was
happening to me but I just couldn’t stop. I swear, I never
had a foot fetish before this happened. I started kissing his soles,
up and down, loving his big feet.
Then I heard a zipper and glanced up to see him pulling out his
cock. I let go of his feet, ready to show his big hard dick the
respect it deserved but instead he placed both feet back in my face
and said, “Suck my toes, baby. Show me what a dirty little
slut you are for my big smelly feet.”
It was like I’d been waiting my whole life for the invitation
as I wrapped my lips around the big toe of his right foot and sucked
it like a cock, savoring his rich taste. I moved to the left and
sucked that big toe as I watched him slowly stroke his cock to full
mast.
“Lick all those toes, punk. Get your tongue between each one.
Clean them good! Show me how much you worship my big, smelly feet!”
And I worked with conviction. Running my tongue between his toes,
sucking each toe with my lips, slurping on his big toes and running
my tongue up and down the soles.
“You’re doing a good job down there. Now it’s
time to get my cock nice and wet.”
I leapt at the opportunity to suck it but before I could, he ordered
me to slide his pants off so they wouldn’t get sloppy. Obeying
his command, I slid them down his long muscular legs and tossed
them aside. My dick was straining in my jeans so I decided to get
comfortable too and started unzipping.
“You’re fine the way you are. Just suck my cock.”
Obediently, I get up between his legs and took his veiny cock down
my throat. Sucking like a whore, I bobbed up and down between his
legs. My lips were gliding up and down his cock, pausing to lick
around the head then down deep again.
As I sucked that meat, he reached his foot between my legs and pressed
it to my aching crotch. I was sucking and moaning like a greedy
whore as he ground his hot toes into my balls. My whole being was
focused on making this dude cum. I wanted his hot load down my throat
so bad I can taste it already.
Suddenly, he pulled his meat out and, without a word, pushed me
over the side of the bed. Kneeling on the floor, my ass out. He
got behind me, and roughly yanked my pants down as far as my knees
and spread my ass cheeks apart. I moaned as he rubbed his huge cock
between my legs and teased my swollen balls.
I heard him spit several times and felt it hitting my ass, sliding
down my exposed crack. He whispered in my ear, “Just getting
it wet, baby.” Then he pulled back and pressed his cock to
my spit slicked asshole.
“Oh God no, NOT THAT!” I hoarsely screamed. He grabbed
his damp dress sock off the floor and stuffed it in my mouth.
As I knelt there against his bed, he pushed forward and it one swoop
jammed his entire cock up my ass. I screamed into his sock. The
pain was incredible but tasting his sweaty sock eased my mind and
I immediately switched from pain to bliss.
Holding onto my hips, he fucked me in long, deep strokes and I felt
like body was melting with this incredible new sensation. Sensing
I was now relaxed, he knew it was safe to pull the sock from my
mouth.
I moaned, “Oh God, fuck my ass. Use it. I love your big cock
in my ass!”
I feel a hard slap on my ass and he whispered, “Quiet. I give
the orders! Now, beg for my cum!”
“Please. Please shoot your hot load inside me. I NEED YOUR
CUM. PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT LOAD!”
But instead of firing it inside me, he pulled out and sprayed it
all over my ass. I could feel the wet heat as shot after shot coated
my ass in cum.
I collapsed against the bed as he began to stand up. My limp body
was like a rag doll as he yanked my jeans back up over my cum covered
ass. My boxers absorbed the load and stuck tightly to me.
Patting my tender ass to make the material stick even more, he said,
“You can go back to the party. I’m done for now.”
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