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by minomalo@netscape.net

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I had a great roommate, Zack. We shared a nice two-bedroom, two bath apartment in San Mateo, California. We were both openly gay, total nasty freaks, and pretty good-looking. Zack was the total California surfer type, with shaggy blonde hair and great blue eyes (more than once he had been told he looked like Luke Wilson, the actor). Only the coldest weather would make him give up his shorts and flip-flops! I'm a tiny bit more "conservative", at 5'11", 180lbs, a military haircut, a soul patch, and (what I'm told) are great blue eyes.

We had an excellent time together, but stayed JUST friends. Last summer, he told me he'd be going back east to visit family and take care of an inheritance that he had recently acquired. That meant I'd be alone in the apartment for almost a month. I'll admit that I wasn't unhappy about the prospect of that much privacy. Then, after having been gone only about a week, Zach called me and asked if it'd be okay if a friend of his from Southern California stayed in his room for a few days, since he had an interview in the area.

I said sure...you know, "Any friend of yours..." .He gave me the specifics. The guy's name was Brent, and supposedly was "all that".

I said yeah, sure. Zach tossed the expression "all that" around pretty loosely. The guy apparently was interviewing for an entry-level advertising position in downtown San Francisco, and would spend two or three days in his room. I was assured he was "cool".

I was at work on Monday, when "Trent" arrived. He got in with a key I had left with the landlord. By the time I got home, he was at the gym. He had left me a note thanking me for the hospitality, and saying he'd be home around seven P.M.I relaxed on our famous "L-shaped" couch with a frosty Jack & Coke. Famous, because of the nasty, bareback scenes that both Zach and I had had there! I heard a key in the door. It slowly swung open. There stood Trent. My God, Zach hadn't been lying! Trent was about 6'0", with wavy brown hair worn slightly longer in the back than on the sides (ALMOST a 'mullet', but not quite!). He had a square face and green eyes, a great, hard body, and must have weighed about 190 lbs. He had on a worn white tank top, blue shorts, and white leather sneakers with no socks.

"Hey, buddy!", he said. "You must be Alan. I'm Trent, Zach's friend. Thanks for letting me stay here!".

"No problem, Trent!", I said. "Make yourself comfortable. Mi casa estu casa! If there's anything you need, just let me know!".

Actually, I was starting to freak out! This guy was, like, "Porno Fine". I started to curse my roommate for not preparing me better. And, to make matters worse, he was NICE!

"I got here with no problem", he continued.

"My interview's tomorrow at ten A.M. , and I decided to hit Zach's gym for a good workout this afternoon."

Trent came over to the L-shaped couch and sat down. As he stretched back, he started to kick off his white leather tennis shoes. As I mentioned before, he had just come from a workout, and had no socks on. I had noticed that this seemed to be a trend these days; hot guys doing entire workouts at the gym sockless. I had seen it plenty of times. God knows I didn't object! The thought of good-looking guys' feet sweating profusely in those athletic shoes... No, I didn't mind at all! I just always fantasized about being there when the shoes came off...This was to be my lucky day! Without even unlacing them, Trent kicked off both his tennis shoes, and laid back.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!. That's better!", he sighed. He laid all the way back on the couch, kicked up his bare feet on the single pillow, and wriggled his toes.

OK, this guy had just punched every damn button I had! He was gorgeous, fit, nice, relaxed, and sweaty. He kicked off those shoes without even the typical, timid "Um, do you mind if I take my shoes off?"

Guys, I did just what every one of you would do. As he relaxed, I scoped out his meaty size 11s.Incredibly hot! Pink, clean, soft, and each nail carefully clipped. God, it's so unusual to find that! This was absolute torture. Did he know it? His beaten white tennis shoes lay steaming on the floor. Those beautiful, big, manly feet stayed propped up on the cushion. Secretly, I PRAYED that the man-funk of his shoes would fill the living room. No dice. I offered him a cold beer. He accepted. I got up and went to the refrigerator and fetched it.

He sipped the beer and kept his eyes on the TV. Naturally, I couldn't! The guy was so hot! And what REALLY killed me was the sexy way he used his feet. This would be horribly wasted on some guy that wasn't into feet! Needless to say, my cock was absolutely rock-hard. At first I was completely embarrassed, but began to realize that Trent was ready for more than an evening of watching TV.

"Hey, Trent", I said. "You've had a pretty good workout. How about I give you a foot massage?"

"Whoa, guy", he replied. "Are you sure? I mean, that sounds great. This is the best!"

He switched on the sofa, so that now his big, beautiful pink feet were facing me. As I started on the big toe of his right foot, he said "Um, just so you know...getting my feet rubbed makes me totally horny!"

OK, now I was actually trembling!

Somehow, some way, I had been put right here with this fierce guy, and we were completely into the same thing. Just for a minute or so, I ignored Trent's comment. I had those huge, pink feet in my lap, and nothing was going to come between us. I expected the usual sweaty musk smell to waft upwards. Nothing. My God, this guy was a genetic freak, as well! His feet were baby-soft. I vigorously dug my thumb into the soles of both his feet, massaging them in a circular motion. He moved his head back slightly, and let a slow moan escape his lips. My hard on was way past being stiff at this point. I was perilously close to coming! I mean, for all you foot-fanciers out there, this was the Holy Grail! As I focused on those huge, pink, delicious feet, I heard a sound which could only be one thing. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzziiiiiiiiiiiiiiipp!

My eyes temporarily left the fleshy pink soles and moved upwards. He had pulled his cock out of his shorts, and it was HARD. Damn, what a dilemma! I loved the sweet taste of masculine feet more than anything. But cock...that was a close second! I decided to get the most of this manly buffet. I raised that scrumptious size 11 to my mouth. I stuck the perfect big toe in my mouth, and began to nurse hungrily. Besides a faint, hammy taste, there wasn't much else. Quickly, I licked between each toe and savored the soles of those sexy feet.

Trent moved a bit and grabbed his rock-hard cock. I noticed a pregnant drop of pre-cum clinging to his urethra. It looked like I was going to get a mouthful no matter what I did this evening! I worked over each of his incredible feet until they were slick with my saliva. I had licked off all the flavor, until all I tasted was my own spit. Trent began to jerk his meaty cock a bit more seriously. I slid up to that beautiful, pink, circumcised penis.

Playfully, I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the ball of pre-cum poised on its tip. God, it tasted delicious! I had to steady myself to realize that the REAL prize was less than a minute away! Slowly, purposefully, I opened my mouth and slid it over his throbbing8-incher. Still with his eyes closed, Trent grinned and squirmed. His cock pushed against the back of my throat, and leaked still more pre-cum. He began to contort and moan.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm coming, guy!, I'm coming!", he moaned.

My experienced mouth clamped down on his beautiful penis. He moved, and only the plum-like head was left in my mouth. I felt the first squirt shoot hot and deep in my throat.

He twisted and kept moaning. "Oh God, oh God, yessssssssssssssssss.............." he spit out. I swallowed hungrily and obediently. Apparently he hadn't come in quite a while, because his load was HUGE. The tart, salty cream kept pumping down my throat.

Once he was done, I swallowed once more, savoring the metallic flavor in my mouth and throat.

We finally looked at each other, eye to eye. "I think these are going to be three very good days for both of us", he said with a wink.

And they were.