by SweatyFeet
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Well here it was, my junior year at college, and I finally had the chance to get a new roommate again. I'd had one my freshman year and a friend my sophomore, but they were guys who I wasn't attracted to at all so I never got to have any fun---with them, or their feet. I hoped this time around I would manage to get a guy who I found at least remotely attractive. My roommate from last year had left near the end of the semester to live with his best friend, so I got to have a private room for a month or so. I loved it at first but it got to be kinda lonely. I'm a people person, and need to be around others. So I wasn't too surprised when I got a call from Housing telling me that I would be assigned a new roommate.
"Wait a minute", I said, "don't I get to pick who I wanna live with?"
"I'm sorry," answered the man, "but they're tearing down Martin Hall and we have to find places to squeeze in all these guys."
That was a hot phrase in itself, but still, I wasn't too happy about having someone thrown in with me. But I accepted what he said in good enough terms and hung up. I knew that Martin was the dorm where most of the male athletes stayed, but I wasn't too positive.
"Let's face it," I told myself, "I'll probably wind up with the freakiest or dorkiest guy who lived there---probably not even an athlete."
My luck with getting around the right guys had never been good, and I was certain it wasn't about to change now. The next day I had a message from Housing saying that I had a new roommate and he would be moving in the following day. At least his name was Jake. Even if he wasn't hot, he had a hot name. I had that to see me through until tomorrow, before the "unveiling". It was kinda sad knowing that this was to be my very last day as a guy with a private room, never again to have the generous privacy I had gotten to experience for a while.
Jake was probably straight, too, so no more phone sex or hot calls from guys I'd met online. And he might not even be a guy who's open about jackin' off. Damn, I started to feel more depressed. I tried to kick back and enjoy this last night to myself with a great movie and some comfort food, but I couldn't quite get it outta my mind that my "bachelor" days were coming to an end. It finally came---moving day. I was busy all day with classes and other obligations that night so I didn't get in until about 9. I opened the door of my room to find definite changes, suggesting my new roommate.
"Well, looks like Jake's already made himself at home," I said. Not only that, but he rearranged things---most notably, the beds. It didn't really bother me that much, it was just something I wasn't expecting. I was still taking it all in when I heard someone behind me.
"You must be my new roommate."
Well, I sure liked what I heard, which was a masculine baritone voice with a southern accent. I turned around to answer him and I had to steady myself so as not to let my jaw hit the floor. What stood in the doorway facing me was a virtual god on campus. I saw short blonde hair, green eyes, and a toned, slightly muscular hot body. He was kinda hairy on his forearms and legs, but his body hair was light blonde, and hard to notice unless you really looked closely. It melded well with his sun-kissed tan.
Better yet, he had on a sleeveless shirt which really showed off his hairy man-pits. I wanted to gawk at him more but I knew that that would only make me obvious. After all, I wasn't quite ready to tell my new roommate, "Hey, I'm gay, and I'm totally fallin' for you."
"Y-yeah, and you must be-" I couldn't believe it. I was so taken aback and turned on that I actually couldn't remember his name.
"Jake," he said, as he stretched out his strong hand for me to shake. He had a nice, firm grip that made me wanna experience it more---and all over my body, at that. He was being nice enough but I detected an air of cockiness about him. Not in the arrogant way, but just that that's how he was, without realizing it. He was probably really confident and had been coveted by girls and guys all his life. And that sure didn't help to calm my hormones down at all. I knew that I couldn't screw up this first meeting or he'd think I was really weird. So I did my best to fully concentrate on just being social, not sexual---and damn was it hard.
"So, 'dya get all your stuff in?", I asked.
"Yeah, I think it's all here. Some of the guys from the team helped me move in earlier."
"Oh yeah? Whaddya play?" I inquired, particularly interested.
"I do track." Great. Not only was my roommate basically Apollo, but he did the sport most foot fetishists would love for men to be in. It was killing me that I couldn't yet gaze or at least glance at his feet, though. I went to put backpack over by my bed, which was the biggest change in the room. They were at a right angle, meeting at the near foreground right corner so that my bed was against the wall where the door was, and his was against the far side wall. But instead of the corners actually meeting, one end of my bed was pushed all the way against his wall, so that end was in view of his bed. Mine had been moved that way to make room for his computer by the door.
"Yeah, I hope ya don't mind about the beds," he said as I put my stuff down. "We moved 'em around to make more room for my stuff. It works better this way."
"No, that's okay. I don't really care." And really, I didn't. After all, I wouldn't mind sleepin' close to an incredibly hot college athlete. I figured most gay guys wouldn't. As he then went about the room putting more stuff away and putting the finishing touches to his stuff, I finally got an opportunity to really check out my live-in eye candy. He was about 5'11", which was short to my 6'6". It's a good thing I was right next to my bed when my eyes shot down to his feet---this time my jaw did drop, and I involuntarily fell on my bed in a sitting position. This guy was, like, 7 inches shorter than me---more than half a foot---and his feet were actually bigger than mine---huge! Of course I was dying to ask him his shoe size, and of course I couldn't. I didn't know if he'd think I was making fun of his feet or if he might wonder if I liked guys' feet if I was too obvious, or what. It was what I most wanted to do but I simply had to hold off. Unfortunately, the rest of the night was pretty uneventful---he hung out with some of his track buddies somewhere else, and I was with some of my friends elsewhere. But God, if I couldn't wrap my mind around this studly cocky jock and his big guy feet.
I got back into the room at about 1 in the morning and Jake was there. The windows were open (we had been with a heat wave the day before, and it was still in the 80s at night), the lights were on, and there was Jake sitting in his leather recliner in the middle of the room, facing the TV on the left wall. He was watching a sports channel, which I'm not into (just the hunky players, not the games). I had to really steady myself when I saw him. The chair was reclined out from the bottom---he kept the back of it up so he was still in a sitting position. His legs were stretched out on the foot piece with his great big feet crossed at the ankles, right over left---and bare.
He also had his hands relaxed behind his head, with his elbows sticking out on either side and his sweaty armpits exposed. I could see trickles of masculine sweat dripping from his damp blonde pit hair and running down his smooth, vulnerable sides. His feet were sweaty too, as I could see the sweat glistening in the light on his enormously long soles. He was really into his sports show, whatever it was. While gazing at his open college sexuality I simultaneously noticed a lingering odor in the air. It smelled better than any aroma I had ever taken in before, and I instantly fell in love---and started to get hard. I didn't know what it was, but I sure wanted to bottle it and keep it. I took in a deep inhale.
"MMMMmmmmm, man, what is that smell?!" I asked, filled with vigor.
Without taking his eyes off the TV, Jake just sneered and said in his hot drawl, "Yeah, whatever..."
"I'm serious," I said, shutting the door. "Is it somethin' you brought in here?"
I took in another whiff of the pungent air. "God, whatever it is, it smells great." This time Jake really paid attention. "You're serious, aren't you?" he asked, looking at me with a puzzled look on his handsome face.
"Yeah, it's awesome...what is it?" The right corner of his mouth went up in the hint of a grin and as he bared his soles at me he said, "Come here and smell my feet."
I didn't expect that. "Wh-what?" I asked, trying to hide my nervousness.
"You heard me. Smell my feet," and he turned off the TV, uncrossed his ankles, rested both feet on the foot piece of the recliner, and flexed his soles at me.
"What do you mean? I just wanna know what smells so good," I tried to protest.
But Jake's aloof cockiness easily made him the one in control. "Come on, get over here and smell my feet."
I figured I'd better do it. He wasn't mean when he said it, it was just that nonchalant cockiness he had---which made him that much more irresistible. Now, I had always wanted to smell another guy's feet---particularly in college, since there were lots and lots of bigfooted guys around. Of course, Jake took the cake with his height and shoe size proportion. Added to that, even sexier was the fact that his feet were a little lighter colored than his slightly tanned body, so that really made 'em stand out.
So, totally turned on but still feeling embarrassed, I went to his chair, got on my knees, and stared at his tempting feet. As I approached his extra large feet, Jake put his legs together so that his feet were touching at the big toes, insteps, and heels. He pushed them a little forward so they met my face halfway. I saw the immense plane of sweaty male feet getting bigger and bigger with every inch that brought us closer together. Finally my nose was in the middle of his soles, and I breathed in deeply. I tried to make it seem like I didn't really want to, but I secretly reveled in this wonderful gift. I closed my eyes...
*SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF*
I slowly leaned back with a wide-eyed expression. "Oh my God--" I said.
Jake cut in, "That's right, that smell that you love so much is my sweaty, stinky feet. I've always had smelly feet. Ever since I hit puberty they've always stunk up a room whenever I've bared 'em."
"Wow," I said, trying to play along, "yeah, those are some pretty stinky feet you've got there."
Jake emitted a cocky chuckle. "What do you mean 'stink', you love it!"
He thought this was funny, but I didn't know exactly what he really thought about this whole situation. "Well, I---I'm surprised," I said.
"Not half as much as me," Jake chimed in. "Man, no one's ever been able to tolerate the smell of my feet, much less been in love with it."
He was really getting a kick outta this. Hell, he now knew I loved his foot odor, so I figured it couldn't hurt too much if I asked him what I wanted to---so I did.
"How big are your feet?" I tried to hold back my horny eagerness and sound more casual.
"Size 15," Jake answered, wiggling his long toes at me.
"That's pretty cool," I understatedly remarked, wanting to faint. "I wish my feet were as big as yours."
"Are you sayin' I've got big feet?" he interrogated.
"Well, yeah, but in a cool way," I reassured him.
"Put your foot up against mine."
I couldn't believe it. Now he wanted a sole-to-sole comparison! I took off my Nike sneaker and several-day-worn white low-cut sock, leaned back, and put my size 12 right foot up against his size 15 left foot. His feet were almost 2 inches longer than mine. He curled his toes over mine and grinned. "What size you wear, like a 12 or 13?"
"12," I confirmed.
"Yeah, I know, I'm a regular ol' Bigfoot," he said, putting his arms back behind his head. "But these dogs sure come in handy in track. They give me good balance, and lots of power and strength for all that runnin'."
I kept getting more turned on. "Do you ever trip over 'em?" I inquired.
Jake just laughed. "About 5 times a day, if not more. But I've learned the right technique of how to run without 'em gettin' in my way. Man, I can't believe you like the smell---even I can't take very much of it!"
I was getting more embarrassed with each surprising comment he said. "That's hilarious." I was trying to think of what to say next, when Jake nixed that option himself. "Come here." I didn't know what he was gonna do but I obeyed him. I stood up and got nearer to him. He cocked his head toward his left armpit. "Smell my pits."
I wasn't sure what to say or do, but he pushed on, "Go ahead, get a whiff of 'em. If you love my stinky foot odor so much you'll probably like these bad boys, too," he said with a laugh. I figured it was best to not prolong things, so I did as he said. I got on my knees again and just buried my nose in his blonde pit hair. It was all sopping wet with sweat and the trickles stained my face with their moisture and odor. I felt "marked by Jake". I took in another deep breath just like I had done from his feet.
*SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF*
My God, his hairy pits smelled almost as good as his big, stinky feet! I maneuvered my head outta his pit and he snickered and said, "Oh my God---you liked it, didn't you? Man, you're one messed up guy."
I didn't know how to respond to that but I didn't need to, for he followed that up with, "Come on now, smell the other one---God, this is unbelievable." I went around the back of his chair to his other side and experienced his right hairy, sweaty, smelly armpit just as I had done his left. But this time when I started to take my head out of his pit, he pinned my head down with his strong right arm and forced my face to stay in there. He laughed and said, "Hey, you wanted it, now you got it!" I tried to get free and he retorted, "What's the matter? You too in love with my pit sweat and stink that you just can't quit?"
It was humiliating enough as it was (thank God no one was around), but I couldn't help but get more aroused as I literally couldn't get free. While trapped, I managed to taste some of the sweat from his hair---and damn if it wasn't as ripe and sexy as it smelled. After rubbing my face around in the wet raunch of his armpit he finally let me go.
"So tell me, how do my hairy pits smell?"
"Pretty good," I said nonchalantly.
Jake was amazed. "God, you actually liked that. Man I don't know what's wrong with you but you're crackin' me up." He then noticed what time it was, and remembered he was supposed to meet some of his team buddies for a late night movie in one of their rooms. "Fuck, I need to get goin'", he said, as he put his chair into regular position. "Hand me my shoes."
"Your clodhoppers?" I said with a forced smile. I figured I'd try to sound like I was good-natured about this.
"You can make fun of my feet all you want dude, but I know how you really feel about 'em." Once again, Jake had the upper hand. I grabbed up his athletic boats and with a smirk he said, "Yeah, I figured you'd like that. Actually, why don't ya put 'em on my feet and tie 'em while you got 'em?" He stretched out his very, very large feet for me to pamper and wiggled his toes at me.
"Okay," I said, knowing how submissive I am but still trying not to sound too overpowered. "Where are your socks?"
Jake just grinned and shook his head. "Over there," he said, pointing toward his dirty clothes. "Just grab a pair of nice smelly ones for me," he said, showing his sarcasm. Not knowing what to say, I went over and found two wonderfully raunchy socks. I had to stretch his socks on good to make 'em fit, then squeezed his giant shoes on for him and tied 'em up. He got up and clodhopped toward the door, glanced back at me with a smirk, shook his head again, and left. I heard him chuckling as he went clodhopping down the hall.
"Oh my God," I thought to myself, "I hope he's not gonna tell his teammates or buddies about this." I felt doomed but I couldn't do anything about it. Jake knew, and if he wanted to tell, he'd tell. I spent some time after that watching TV and wondering how our future roommate relationship would be affected by my being outed to him about this. I was afraid maybe he'd wanna change rooms or he might start to resent me. I figured I couldn't do anything about it right now though, so why worry. After some good TV I stripped down naked for bed. I left the windows open since it was so damn hot outside, and used only a sheet to cover up with---indeed, even that seemed like it might be too much overnight. I jacked off in bed while replaying the scene that happened earlier between Jake and me, but even that couldn't put me to sleep---the heat was so intense and my horniness only intensified it.
It was about 3 in the morning when Jake got in again. I pretended to be asleep, but squinted my eyes and opened them when he was turned away. He turned on a lamp near his bed and began to unveil his young, muscular jock body. Off came the sleeveless shirt which had hugged his smooth, defined chest and abs so tightly. Off came the oversized low-cut sneakers which accentuated his immensely large feet. Off came the shorts and boxers which hid his strong legs and virile crotch.
As he sat on his bed he brought each leg up to his chest and tugged off his low-cut socks with his jock hands. His socks were white, but I could see yellow imprints of his long toes and sturdy heels from where he had been sweatin' all day and night. Then the unexpected happened---he held his socks in one hand and sniffed 'em. Not a deep inhale like a fetishist such as me would have done, but one to suggest he was checking them out. After that, he took a whiff of each of his wet, hairy pits, snickered, and slid into bed. I couldn't believe it. Jake was intrigued by his own body odor---if not the fact that I could be so in love with it---and he seemed to be kinda proud of it.
Then again, he had to be aware of his manly smells. Hell, the whole room reeked of his odors. With this heat raging and his sweat glands working hard overtime, he could've marketed an air freshener for guys like me and labeled it "Male Feet and Pits". And it'd be a sell-out 24/7. I could smell his feet easily enough, and that along with the heat kept me too alert and interested to fall asleep. Whereas I thought he would just turn out his light and go to sleep, he instead kept it on. I wasn't sure why until I ventured to open my eyes again. And God, what a sight beheld me:
The way our beds are made, there are no headboards or footboards. They're just regular flat beds, with no parts rising above the ends of the mattresses--sorta like military beds, only not bunked. So it was that when I opened my eyes they were met by, about a foot away, the gloriously sexual sight of massive masculine bare feet. His heels were on the mattress, his ultra-long soles reaching farther up and up into the air, and his long toes pointing at the ceiling. His feet were a few inches apart and looked like twin towers of male sexuality. Hell, they were to me. And since they were so close to me, the smell of this guy's feet intensified about 75%.
Jake's feet were still plenty sweaty and stank up our tiny, confined heat-ridden dorm room. I wondered why he still had the light on when I decided to look in between his feet farther up his bed. He was reading. Actually not so much reading as looking. I made out the cover of the magazine to be that of a Playboy. Soon he started making soft moans and growls which he accompanied by rubbing together his huge feet and flexing his smelly soles and toes. He must've found some pictures he liked a whole, whole lot. I closed my eyes and just savored the aromatic therapy of his feet, the sweaty odor wafting in my face and overwhelming my already stimulated senses. It made me so relaxed yet at the same time uncontrollably horny.
Soon the smell of his feet became even more intense. It was stronger, heavier, sharper. I found out why when I opened my eyes and saw him holding the magazine with one hand and stroking his huge jock cock with the other. It looked to be about 8 inches long, cut, and his hand was all over it. It was an amazing, animalistic, lustful sight to behold. I could see the gleam of the slick precum oozing down his solid shaft in the golden lamplight. His hand got to working faster and harder, his feet rubbed and flexed more intensely, his soft moans got stronger, and fairly soon I saw a loaded fountain of white cum rapdily explode out of his cock and land all over his neck and nicely shaped chest.
He relaxed for a few minutes as his cock shrank back down to its pre-horny stage before moving again. But, to my surprise, instead of cleaning himself up he wiped off his cock head and took a few finger-tastes of his cum, swallowed and licked his lips, and left the rest of it glopped all over his naked, solid chest as he turned out the light and slid under his sheet. I could just imagine the raunchy, kinky feeling of rolling around in hot, sweaty sheets, smearing cum all over yourself and the fabric. After another silent jack-off session filled with unbelievable imagery, I basked in the warmth and pungent odor of Jake's drenched, sweaty feet just inches away from my face, and finally managed to fall asleep.
As an effect of staying up so late the night before, I didn't wake up the next day till about 1 in the afternoon. I felt refreshed after about 8 or 9 hours of sleep and decided to start my day (late though it was). Jake was nowhere to be seen---he must have had classes that day. I had a shower and started my daily routines (but in the 90+ degree humid heat, showers were pretty pointless anyway), and when I found myself with some free time in my room I decided to do some investigating. I wanted to experience the essence of "Jake" even more.
Still undressed from the shower (I was already getting hot again), I went over to his bed and kneeled down. His sheets were obviously still the same ones from last night. They were a light blue color, and around the middle and upper sections of the bottom sheet were all sorts of splotches where Jake's crotch and chest had ground his fresh, hot cum well into the material. His pillow even had some spots where the cum had hit his neck. I put my nose in some of the spots and sniffed. It was invigoratingly fresh---I thought perhaps he may have jacked off again earlier in the day. I even slid my tongue out and licked at the soft fabric, relishing any trace of guy-cum that my hungry tongue found.
I thoroughly enjoyed what I stumbled into, and knew that if only I could taste Jake's cum fresh from the cock that I would love it all the more. Feeling a little more courageous (and a LOT more horny), I crawled into Jake's bed naked, hugged his top sheet over me (which smelled wonderfully of male sweat), and closed my eyes and just wallowed all in his sexual, intoxicating funk. The sweat, the cum, the odors, the textures-it was all too much for me, and I felt myself getting the bone from this guy's raunchy bed. Part of me wanted to stroke my own 6 1/2 inch cut cock, but I still wanted to enjoy just being immersed in the funky bedding.
"What are you doin'?"
My eyes flashed open, my jaw dropped half-way, and I looked over at the corner toward the door, which was at the foot of my bed. Jake was standing in the doorway, gym bag in hand. He had on the same sleeveless shirt as yesterday, the same shorts, same shoes (with the raging humidity, it seemed useless to wear clean clothes every day---might as well recycle some). The big sweat patches on his abs and chest attested to the fact that the weather outside showed no signs of cooling off anytime soon. But I didn't have time to dwell on his gorgeous, manly physique at this moment. In answering him, I decided to play my humor card here.
"Oh...is this your bed?" I asked, forcing a smile.
"Yeah, and you know it," Jake said, walking in and shutting the door behind him. "Why are you in my bed?" He didn't sound angry, just looking for an answer.
"I--uh...well, I ..." It seemed useless to lie, but I couldn't quite come to grips to put my truth into words.
Jake just grinned a little at the corner of his mouth and shook his head. "Man, you're gonna be one hell of a roommate," he said, putting his gym bag down by his chair. That statement made me happy, cause apparently at least he wouldn't move out on me---I would hate to lose a guy all sexy, sexual, and fragrant as him. He came over by the bed and stood over me, cockily putting his hands on his hips. With the fresh release of his hairy pits I could smell the hot sweat seeping down his body.
"You don't have to tell me why you're in my bed," he said. "I know."
"Y-you do?" I asked, feeling pretty sure that he was onto me. "Yeah. It's not that hard to figure out, considerin' how you acted yesterday. You just can't get enough of my sweat and stink." He was totally on the right track. "And it's not easy to miss all those cum spots splattered in there. Did that get ya all hot and bothered too?"
"Yeah, they smell and taste great," I said without first thinking about my revealing choice of words. His eyes got the slightest big bigger and he leaned his head forward a bit. "You mean you even like my cum?" he inquired.
"Well, yeah, I guess so," I sheepishly admitted.
"God, you're a case study," he said, walking back to his chair, sitting down and pulling out the footpiece. "Come here."
"Well, I-I'm naked right now," I cautioned.
Jake just brushed it off. "Hell, I'm a guy and an athlete. You don't have anything I haven't seen before, unless you're just so embarrassed."
I was, but I couldn't resist him. He had such a commanding hold over me. I got out of bed and walked over to him.
"Get down by my feet," he directed. I did as I was told, and stood in front of his huge clodhoppers. As I breathed, I noticed that his foot odor was already making its presence known near me. I looked down at his feet. "Hey, you're not wearin' socks today," I noticed.
"That's right, I'm not. Cause you know, if you wear old sneakers without any socks, it really makes your feet stink."
My head snapped up to look at his face, intrigued by his words. Of course I knew what he said was true (I practiced going sockless much myself), but I didn't expect this coming.
"Can you smell my feet yet?" he inquired. I gulped.
"I sure can," I answered him, trying to settle down the hastening of my heartbeat. "It smells good from up here," I reassured him.
"Good," he stated. "I've been up since 7:30 this mornin'. Had two classes, lunch, then a heavy track practice and workout. You should have been in my shoes today. My 15's have been sweatin' up a storm ever since I put 'em on. Sweat pourin' outta my soles, slidin' down my ankles into my shoes, my feet virtually squishin' in God knows how many ounces of my foot sweat."
His words were starting to get me hard again, as he could plainly see from his seat. He was toying with me, having some fun. He knew how to get to me.
"I've been able to smell my sweaty, stinky feet all day---and so has everybody I've been around. People kinda get strange looks on their faces when I'm near 'em and they smell that pungent, stinky sweat. My track buddies said they could smell my feet before I even came in the locker room. I didn't change, but just wanted to give 'em a good stink-show. They act like they can't take it but I like to throw my masculinity around. When you sweat and smell as much as I do, you learn to use it to your advantage."
As he said these last arousing words he kicked off his shoes with his toes. The sneakers fell to the floor with resounding thuds, and his oversized, large feet were bared for me to see in full view once again. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he teased, flexing his enormous soles and long, tantalizing toes at me. He was right about going sockless. The second his shoes were off and his big ol' feet were freed from their restraining footwear the air in our tiny room was weighted heavily by the kinky odor of his profusely sweaty size 15 feet. It suddenly overwhelmed me, but in an entirely sexual way. There was nothing bad about it at all---the increase in both sweat and scent only intensified my lustful desires for this guy's incredible hormones.
Jake saw my cock grow rock-hard and was still surprised. "Damn---the stink of my feet almost chokes me, and here you are gettin' all horned up over it. That's just amazing, man." As he rubbed his sweatin', stinkin' enormous feet together he said, "Now how 'bout a little pit to mix in?" and propped his hands back behind his head like he did the day before, so his hairy pits were vulnerable and exposed.
That's one thing that turns me on so much about men's feet and pits. Feet can be so large and strong and smelly and manly, and pits are hairy and raunchy and masculine, but they're also some of the most vulnerable, sensitive spots on a man's body. Feet and pits---looking so masculine, yet far from invincible. Just thinking about it gets me raging.
"Well come on," Jake said, interrupting my train of lustful thought.
"Wh-what?" I asked, coming back to Earth.
"Go on, smell my feet. You know you want to." I did want to---more than anything at that moment. But something inside me wanted to push him a little farther to see just how serious he was.
"What, you think you can just make me smell your feet any time you want?" I asked with a slight smile. Jake only laughed, pit sweat drippin' from his moist hair and slidin' down his smooth sides.
"Hell yeah. I mean look at you, dude. You're standin' in front of me naked, your cock is hard as a rock, you were rollin' in my raunchy sheets just to be closer to my guy stink---and need I mention yesterday? Face it, I've got you at the mercy of my huge feet." He grinned. "And you know it."
I did. It was all too true. He liked the idea of him having power over me with the mere asset of his colossal, masculine feet. It was useless for me to fight against it.
"Come on buddy, I wanna see you smell my big ol' feet."
I submissively sank to my knees and grabbed a hold of his hairy, sweaty ankles. The sweat and odor escaping from his gigantic feet was like being in front of an open, humid oven. I could feel oozes of precum already sliding out my cock head. Once again, I got to experience this hot jock's masculine feet in my face. I put my waiting nose to his heels and slid all the way up his long, luscious soles, into his towers of tall toes.
*SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF*
As I breathed in his unbelievably strong, heavy foot odor, my nose got wet with sweat droplets pouring down his smooth soles. I relished it hungrily, next inhaling the sharp odor emitting from his long toes, and he wiggled them in my face while I so lustfully breathed in the kinky scent. After savoring the awesome aroma from my bigfooted roommate, I sat back in completion of my order.
"So do my feet stink?" Jake questioned.
I tried to word an answer. "Well, yeah, b-but in a good way."
Jake slightly narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" he pressed further, knowing full well how much I enjoyed it. I swallowed hard. "I-I love the smell of your feet, Jake. I can't help it. There's just somethin' about the odor of your huge, sweaty feet that really turns me on. I-I can't resist it."
Jake gave a slight grin. "This is too cool. I mean, you're sick, that's for sure---but man it's so unbelievable to have a guy be into my feet. I never would have pictured this happenin'. Stand up and let me see your cock."
Although I was embarrassed for him to see me precummin', there was no way I could hide it now. I slowly rose to my feet before him. Sure enough, streams of precum were leaking from my cock head, with an isolated strand of my juice dangling toward the floor. Jake got his now-classic cocky look of disbelief on his handsome, smooth face.
"Oh my God," he proclaimed. "This is so unreal. You know, you've been pretty good at doin' what I've said, and I guess that's just the way things are gonna be around here."
I looked at him quizzically. He rubbed his huge feet together and flexed his lengthy toes.
"Man, it's so hot in here. I can't stop sweatin'! I'm one damn sweaty Bigfoot," he stated, looking at me with a glint in his green eyes. I perked up at what he said, just like he knew I would. To him, this was a regular Cat-and-Mouse game. "You hear that?" he asked. He was referring to the slick, sliding sounds his feet were making as they briskly, sweatily rubbed against each other like lovers. I nodded my head that I sure did hear it.
"That's all man sweat, roomie. That's how sweaty this jock body of mine gets. Even though you've cleaned up my stinky feet, it's all back with a funky vengeance. Why don't you get down on your knees and lick all that new sweat up from my really really big feet?"
With this he stopped moving his indeed "really really big feet" and bared his soles at me for the third time in less than 24 hours. The leather of the recliner was now soaked from the sweat of his entire body, especially his naked feet and legs. You could hear it in the squeaks and friction whenever his jock form moved in the "Chair of Jake". Hanging on his last question, I could not resist at all. I found myself already subconsciously lowering to the floor once again. There they were---the gigantic feet, sweatin' and stinkin' in my face. And I had the privilege of being able to---no, being told to---lick 'em. Jake edged me on.
"Yeah, lick all that sweat up. And I wanna see you swallow it all down your gay throat---every last drop." I was still struggling with my sexuality and didn't know if I was full-fledged gay or not, but that was a different story. Right now I was hopelessly overpowered by my own roommate's bare feet. I eagerly loosed my tongue out of my mouth and began to lap up the feet sweat from his raunchy soles. Like when I smelled them moments ago, I began at his heels and worked my way up. That takes a while to do with feet that are a damn size 15.
My tongue melded with his sweat in a delicious, sensual marriage of horniness. It was wet, but not too slippery. I'm sure the immense heat made it a little stickier, which was fine by me. It was just the right texture to slowly slide over my tongue and ooze down into my mouth. It trickled down my throat as I worked my way up his soles. The amount of sweat only increased and really made for a mouthful on my part. I took lustful gulps to swallow all of his sweaty feet juice down my throat and into my body.
I loved his feet, I wanted to belong to his feet. I continued to lap up his sopping soles, which tasted wonderfully bitter, salty, and cheesy---just like in my wildest dreams. I still couldn't believe this was happening in real life but I was too sexually aroused and intense to think about fantasy versus reality. I could only enjoy what was happening now to the fullest of my senses. And boy, was I ever. I would open my eyes to see just how really huge his feet were in my face, how they completely extended beyond my plane of vision, then close them as I lingered on the taste of the sharp, pungent soles and their oh-so-sexual sweat. They were so long I don't know how long it took me to lick and suck all the sweat out of 'em. Actually it never stopped. Like he said, as hot as it was and as masculine as he was, the stuff just kept pouring out.
I worked as much as I could before I just had to move up to his lithe, lengthy toes. I made love to all ten of his feet cocks for minutes at a time. I then went back to his ultra-large soles which were sweatin' faster than I could lick 'em. But I sure as hell did my best to try and keep up. I didn't wanna leave my post at my godly roommate, and just wanted to go on living together forever and cleaning up his big, stinky sweat-soaked feet and raunchy, blonde hairy pits. Thank God for my studly roomie Jake. With his male hormones and exaggerated, completely masculine feet, I never wanted to leave that room---or Jake---for the rest of my life. Yes, I had a feeling that Jake and I would prove to have one of the most unique, interesting, and wildly entertaining roommate relationship of any two college guys before or since . . .
