David and the Dorm
by Punkrocksocks

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It was my sophomore year at college. My friend and I had been planning on rooming together in the dorms, but he unexpectedly dropped out of school.

It was too late to find another friend to room with, so I was left to the mercy of the university system to find me a roommate. It was probably the greatest stroke of luck that I ever experienced that paired me up with David.

I was nineteen, good looking with dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. I was naturally thin and 5'11”, I worked out frequently enough to be toned but not overly muscular. David was 6'2” and toned, with deep green eyes and course and wavy dark brown hair that he kept fairly short. He usually had a five o'clock shadow and you could almost always see a slight curl of chest hair, just visible above the neck of his t-shirts. He had defined, muscular legs covered with dark brown hair and wore size 13 shoes, a fact I discovered when he first moved in when I checked inside his Asics running shoes for a quick peek (and an even quicker sniff). David was not a jock, but he did quite often play sports casually with his friends, and he jogged at least once a day, sometimes in the morning and sometimes at night. He almost always wore low cut Hanes brand white socks (though sometimes he did sometimes wear plain white crew length socks as well).

Over my sophomore year, I got to know those socks very well.

David and I got along, but we weren't really close friends. We drank together in our dorm room with his friends or my friends or just the two of us sometimes, and once or twice we smoked pot together and relaxed, just talking or watching our shared TV. Most of the time he spent time with his friends and I spent time with mine. Neither of us spent a lot of time cleaning or doing laundry, so our room was kind of messy and each of us had pretty full dirty laundry hampers, often overflowing with jeans, T-shirts, and of course... socks. For the first week in the dorm, I tried to resist the urge of going through his laundry and smelling his used, dirty socks, but pretty soon I gave in and almost every time he was gone from the room I would go through his hamper and retrieve a pair of his worn socks.

I have to tell you, these socks were almost always extremely rank and smelling of his sweat while jogging or playing basketball with his friends. I would take the socks and lay on my bed. One sock would be in my face while I smelled it and even licked it, the other sock I'd keep in my right hand, using it to stroke my dick until I would explode with cum. Afterwards I would guiltily replace the socks I had used and hope he never found out.
A few months into the first semester David's girlfriend, who attended a different college, came to spend the weekend.

Both she and David seemed un-phased by the fact that I was also in the room when the two of them would be making out on his bed, their hands running over each others' bodies, exploring and caressing. Saturday night well after they thought I was asleep I began to hear giggling and muffled sighs and moans from David's bed. I couldn't help but feel jealous of David's girlfriend and I also couldn't help that my cock was rock hard underneath my own blankets listening to the two of them. I then heard the whispering, the first thing I heard was David's girlfriend saying “no way David” not harsh or afraid, but almost like she was grossed out.

“Come on babe, It would feel really amazing.” I heard him whisper. She mumbled something in reply, I couldn't make out. I assumed he wanted her to give him a blow job and she, like a lot of girls for some reason, didn't want to. He spoke again, this time not whispering, just speaking very softly, “just go down there for a little while, okay?”

“David, I just don't want to go down there and play with your sweaty feet!” She said this in the same hushed tone of voice and I couldn't believe my ears. David didn't want head, he wanted feet! The talking stopped for a little while and the making out sounds and moaning resumed. Now I really felt envious of her.

I couldn't believe someone would ever turn down the chance to worship those amazing size 13s. Soon I couldn't hear her moaning at all, just the sounds of him moaning. I guess she didn't mind giving blow jobs.

I silently stroked my own dick while I listened to him getting off. I hear David moan a little louder and whisper “yes, yes a little faster. Don't stop!” I heard a sharp intake of breath and I knew he had shot his load. I wondered if she swallowed. After that the sounds stopped and all three of us slept through the rest of the night. The next day David's girlfriend left and he and I were alone for Sunday night.

“I hope we didn't wake you up last night bro.” He said to me as we drank a few beers.

“Nope. I slept like a rock.” I said. The two of us continued to drink. About four beers in the room had gotten pretty hot and David, who had been lightly sweating, removed his shirt revealing the nicely hairy chest and toned abs and chest that I had been admiring for weeks. Not long after stripping off his shirt he kicked off his running sneakers. Instantly the room was filled with the sweaty aroma of David's socked feet. It looked and smelled like he had been wearing the socks for days. For a brief, terrifying moment, I couldn't take my eyes off of those socked size 13s.

Maybe it was because he was pretty drunk at this point that he said “I don't understand bro. All I wanted her to do was go down and take care of my feet for me.” And maybe it was me being a little drunk too that inspired me to ask questions and find out more about the incident that had caused my dick to turn rock hard and throbbing that previous night. “You wanted what?” I asked.

“I've just got this thing...” he trailed off, the beers not completely obliterating his embarrassment.

“What thing?” I asked, I thought I knew the answer.

“I just really have this thing... this desire... all I want is for someone to go down on my feet, y'know? Maybe take off my sneaks, smell my socks, rub them, lick them even. Then when I'd tell them to take the socks off they would seriously start worshiping my bare feet. Sniffing and licking and just totally working them.”

I didn't pretend to be shocked, I was amazed and very turned on. I wanted to know more,

“And she wouldn't do that?”

“Nah, she wouldn't. And it isn't like I want to force someone, I want them to want it, or at least I want them to want to do what I tell them, y'know?”

“Sure.” I answered. “So what would you be doing while they go down on your socked and bare feet?”

“Aww man, I don't know.” He smiled, clearly enjoying the topic of conversation in spite of his embarrassment. “I guess I'd want to fool around, maybe totally jerk off while they do it. I'd kind of like to cum on a sock and have them lick it off. Or there's always other good ways to go. I could turn them around and fuck them while I keep a sock pressed against their face... plus a good old fashioned blow job never hurt anyone.”

“Amen!” I said, laughing. “And no one has done that for you?” I couldn't help but notice that David had switched from talking about his girlfriend to talking about anyone, he even seemed to be avoiding any mention of gender. As if it didn't matter to him if it were a guy or a girl.

“Nope. Never.” He answered. Then he paused for a while. I could swear I felt the temperature in the dorm room go up a couple of degrees and the scent of his socked feet was still heavy and intoxicating in the air.

“Sorry bro, I didn't mean to freak you out.”

Now maybe it was the beer talking for me too, but I heard myself saying “Hell no David! That sounds really fucking hot--I would love to do that.” As soon as I said it, my stomach dropped. I didn't quite mean to say it that way. I meant to say that I would love to do that with a guy, not necessarily David, But something told me to let it stand and not to spend a lot of time stammering and trying to backtrack. The room was filled with uncomfortable silence save for the sounds of our occasionally drinking from our beers.

After what seemed like an hour, but probably less than ten minutes David looked directly into my eyes and smiled. “So do it.” he said, part playfully and part firmly.

“Yeah?” I asked, arching my eyebrow slightly.

In response David just lay back and stretched out on his bed with the dirty, worn soles of his socked feet facing toward me. I didn't have a lot of time to think. I could probably walk this situation back and there would be no harm, no foul. Or I could go with my gut (and my dick) and do what he asked... well actually what he told me to. I got off of my bed and got down on me knees on the floor in front of his feet. I worried that any minute he might should “oh hell no, what an asshole!” and it would all turn out to be a bad joke on me. But he said nothing, he just watched me with those deep green eyes. He wiggled his toes a little in the socks. “Come on.” he said. I went for it.

I started by massaging his socked feet and couldn't believe how amazing it felt just feeling those cotton fibers with his large feet underneath my hands. My face was now less than a foot from David's feet and the smell was exquisite. My cock was pressing so hard against my jeans that it throbbed and hurt. “Put your face in 'em” David said and I immediately did as he said. I can't even to begin to describe the amazing aroma. I was overwhelmed. I moaned and I inhaled deeply. My face was pressing harder and harder into the soles of his size 13s.

“Damn man, this really does feel good.” David said. I looked up from his socked feet long enough to see that he had unzipped his jeans, pulled out his seven inch dick and was slowly stroking it. I moaned again and dove back into his feet.

“Lick them.” he said, his voice firm. In an instant my tongue was out licking his socked feet. “Yeah man, don't stop.” he said. I had no intention of stopping.

I kept licking and smelling those feet for quite a while, maybe a half hour. All the while David was stroking his dick, usually slow, but sometimes speeding up. I could see the head of his dick glistening with pre cum. My dick was leaking too. A wet spot of pre cum had formed on my shorts.

“Okay, take off my socks.” he said to me. I went to peel them off and he stopped me.

“No,” he said, “with your teeth.” I reacted accordingly and slowly peeled off his right sock with my teeth. His bare foot was revealed, it looked and smelled incredible. After I finished taking off the left sock with my mouth he wiggled his toes toward me. “Suck them.” David said. The tops of his feet had a dusting of course, dark brown hair on them. Everything about David was turning me on so much, I could hardly stand it.

I started sucking on his toes with gusto. Sometimes sucking on a single toe and sometimes a few at a time. He was moaning now and really jerking off. I could tell that he would be getting close soon. “Dude,” he said, “you can take off your shorts and jerk off too, if you want.” I didn't ask questions. Never taking my mouth off of his feet, I took my shorts and my boxers off and started jerking off. “Do you like it?” He asked.

“God yes!” I exclaimed. In response, David pushed his toes further into my mouth and his right hand sped up. Even though I had only been stroking for a few minutes, I knew that I was going to cum very soon. It was all too much, too exciting.

“Bro, I am gonna cum!” He said. I just kept sucking his toes, really giving him the pleasure he wanted. “Grab one of my socks and bring it up here.” He said, obviously holding back and trying not to shoot until he had gotten whatever he wanted . I picked up one of his socks and moved up next to him.

He put out his left hand and motioned towards his sock that I was holding, I quickly put it in his hand and he thrust the sock down next to his dick. “Fuck!” He shouted and suddenly cum was shooting out of his dick. There was a lot of cum, David caught most of it with the sock, but more of it went elsewhere, like on his bed and on his stomach. As soon as his dick was done gushing, he pushed the cum-covered sock into my face. “Lick it!” He said, and I did. The taste of his cum mixed with the sweaty sock was more than enough to push me over the edge. I couldn't contain my loud moaning as I shot like a fire hydrant, my own cum shooting onto David's bed, way up past his head.

After that we both lay haphazardly on his bed, soaked in sweat. The temperature in the room must have risen ten degrees in the last hour! “That was even better than I thought it would be man.” David said. I had worried he'd be upset after what we had done, but he seemed calm, confident and content. I agreed that it had been amazing and he begin to smile at me.

“It looks like this is going to be a really good year.” He said.