by Jeff
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My heart felt like it was pounding in my chest, my cock hard and dripping. I began kissing the hairy flesh pressing against my cheeks and I found myself taking longer breaths, quieting myself down to simply enjoy being here, in this dark secret place deep in my buddy's body. I could feel the rhythm of his breathing and matched my own with his. My eyes closed, my senses embracing this new experience, my mind almost in a trance.
I was suddenly startled by the loud, obtrusive noise of someone leaning on a car horn outside. Opening my eyes slowly, I lifted my head and looked up toward the window. It was dark and the noise had stopped. I lowered my face to the pillow and began to remember where I was before the noise. Opening my eyes once again, I lifted my head and looked over toward the other bed. I could see Zack, sprawled out on his bed, fast asleep. The horn hadn't disturbed him.
Like someone who had lost something precious and wanted desperately to find it, I began recalling my experience as the fog of sleep began to lift. What had just happened? It couldn't have been a dream; it was too real. Did it simply end and we somehow make our way back to our beds for the night? Was it real or just a dream? Here I was lying on my stomach under a sheet, safely in bed for the night. Zack, too, was peacefully asleep. Unwilling to dismiss the whole experience as simply a dream, I forced myself to clear the cobwebs enough to think through this. I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling in the darkness. I felt numb and disconnected.
I extended my left arm over my head and rested it on the bed. I leaned over and took a deep whiff of my hairy pit. The familiar smell of my own ripe pit was comforting and reassuring. I could feel my cock begin to respond - another good sign. I reached down with my right hand and scratched my balls, massaging and squeezing them and pulling on my loose nut sac. It wasn't the first time I woke up in the middle of the night for a little personal action. Felt good to feel up my nuts. I brought my hand up to my face and inhaled all the stink from my sweaty crotch. Ahhh, this was normal - things were making sense again.
I looked over at Zack. He was laying on his back, his large frame sprawled out across his bed. Both of his hairy pits were exposed as his arms were spread out to the side and above his head. The white sheet covered his nipples, but exposed enough of his furry chest to remind me about last night and how he rubbed that sweaty chest all over my face.
My gaze traveled down his massive form to see the mound of his semi-hard cock rising from under the sheet. It looked like his fat cock had been laying against his stomach and was now arching upward in response to Zack's dream. The sun was beginning to rise and light began entering the room, so I could just make out the curve of the crown of his cock head under the sheet. His strong handsome face was turned away from me toward the wall, but I could see that he was totally relaxed, his breathing quiet. Zack's huge feet were hanging over the edge of the bed several inches and covered by the sheet. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Waking up sometime later once again, I opened my eyes to find myself on my right side facing Zack, who was on his left side facing me. Light filled the room, but this was Saturday morning and it was still early - certainly too early to get up. I closed my eyes, but only for a few moments. An all-too-familiar sound broke the silence as Zack took the opportunity to break wind. It was one of his loudest farts ever and seemed like it lasted for minutes.
I've been on the receiving end of plenty of his farts over the past few weeks. Hell, we can't seem to get through even one night of wrestling without Zack farting in my face at least once. Although he often catches me off-guard, I sometimes know what's up when he suddenly scrambles to position his ass in front of my face, and forces out a fart that's loud and lengthy. Whew! Just one more scent to add to a room filled with the masculine odors of young college guys in their prime.
I looked over at him at the same time as he looked up at me. We both laughed. Zack rolled over and faced the other way, pulling the sheet with him so that his perfect ass was in plain view. I looked hard at his ass, staring at the hairy crack to see if I recognized it - if I was really there yesterday, my face buried between his sweaty cheeks. Within minutes Zack turned again to face me. Both of us were on our sides, both perhaps a little self-conscious about laying on our backs and making tents with our cocks. There's nothing like a morning hard-on to start the day.
"You know what time it is, Jeff?" asked Zack.
I looked up at the clock on my desk and said, "Feels like it's too early to get up. Go back to sleep, bud."
Zack replied, "You sure seemed to be having a good dream. I got up for a few minutes after we went to bed and turned on my desk light. You were smiling like you'd just won the lottery."
I wondered what that was all about, too. Maybe it was just a dream after all.
"Fuck, I gotta piss real bad," exclaimed Zack. "Where'd we leave the pitcher?"
He was referring to a plastic pitcher that we kept in our room to piss in during the night so we wouldn't have to walk down to the bathrooms at the other end of the hallway just to relieve ourselves. It was one of those things that we did as roomies that sort of bound us together.
"It's over here under my desk," I replied.
Zack sat up and planted his beautiful feet on the floor. Strong and masculine, the balls of his feet lifted off the carpet and his long meaty toes curled and lengthened as he stretched and grunted and farted again. Then he pulled back the corner of the sheet that had been covering his crotch and stood up. And once again, seeing him naked, his thick cock at half-mast, his heavy balls hanging low and swinging with his movements, I was amazed at the sight.
Standing between our beds, just a foot away from my bed, Zack scratched his hairy chest and stomach, then ran his fingers through his thick pubic hair a few times, scratching himself as he did so. He reached down to his low-slung nuts and scratched them, too, pulling on his ball sac and making it stretch. He sighed with enjoyment at the feel of pleasuring himself in this way.
Zack lumbered a few steps over to my desk, pulled out my chair, and reached under to grab the pitcher. I sat up on the edge of my bed and tried to shake off last night's sleep. Still groggy, I looked up to find Zack in front of me. He positioned our piss-pitcher, assumed the stance, and took a deep breath. I looked up at 6'5" stud, inches away from me in all his nakedness. His thick cock lay heavily in his large hand, the mushroom head ready to explode with release. His eyes closed, his head up as he focused on the task at hand. Zack held the pitcher between us, just in front of my face.
Keeping his eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity, he let loose a torrent of yellow piss that splashed loudly against the pitcher. I was close enough to see it get all frothy as my buddy's hot piss filled the bottom of the container. Zack was pissing like a racehorse, and some of it splashed up and landed on my face. I could smell its pungent odor and was excited to be watching him relieve himself from such close proximity.
Zack seemed to piss for hours.
When the torrential stream finally began to lose its force, he opened his eyes and looked down at himself, then at me. "Aw, fuck, buddy. This feels good." Then, "Hey, Jeff - you thirsty?" Zack asked with a grin.
Without giving me a chance to respond, he moved closer and lifted his pissing cock with his hand, directing the stream toward my mouth. I opened my mouth and let him fill it with the last of his golden piss. When he was finished, Zack squeezed and shook his cock heartily, rubbing it against my lips and cheeks, "All right, buddy!" he said as he gently batted my face with his meat. "Nothing like that first piss in the morning!"
The sound of Zack's voice suddenly caught my attention: "Jeff? JEFF!" I looked up at Zack who was looking down at me. "You day dreamin', buddy? You were a million miles away," he said with concern. If only he knew how close I wanted to be to him.
"Nah, just zoned out for a sec," I responded.
He finished shaking the last few drops of piss from his heavy cock and let it fall back against his huge nuts. The force of the weight of his meat caused his balls to swing back and forth, mesmerizing and teasing me with their movement. Setting the pitcher down where he found it, now half-full of hot golden piss, Zack reached over and grabbed his dirty jock that had been thrown over in the corner, then sat down beside me on the bed.
Looking over at the clock on his desk he said, "We didn't even get three hours sleep last night. Fuck, I'm really feelin' it, too. How the hell we gonna drive to the cabin and put in a full day's work?" He waited for my response, to which I added, "We can always grab some more zzzz's and take off in a few?" I was still trying to figure out why we only got less than three hours sleep. Once again, I found myself lost in confusion about the night before.
Zack laid back on my bed, hips at the edge, shoulders and head leaning up against the wall. He kicked up his strong legs and rested his bare feet on his bed. I followed his lead and reclined in the same way, Zack's left leg and arm against my right leg and arm. He talked about the trip to the cabin, how his parents were counting on us to clean the place up, and how this was the last thing he wanted to do this weekend, and how he never gets to just kick back.
As he rambled on, I looked over at the big guy's sexy feet resting comfortably on his bed and watched him flex his long, athletic toes. My attention was diverted when Zack reached under his sweat-stained jock and scratched his nuts, adjusting his equipment as he did so. I glanced over at his bulge and noticed that his cock head, fully outlined and barely concealed by the yellowish cotton fabric, was pointed directly at me. The length and thickness of his shaft created a small mountain under that jock, the curvature of his meat pressing hard against the material.
Zack yawned loudly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, scratched his hairy six-pack, then lifted his leg to let a fart rip. "Are there any more noises you're going to make?" I said as I looked at him. "I need to kick back, bud," was all he said.
With that, Zack went down on his right side, grabbing my pillow and positioning it for comfort as he made himself at home in my bed. He pulled up his big feet and planted them on my lap, stretching out like a massive lion at home in his den. He moaned quietly as he settled into my pillow.
"So, Zack," I began, "what's the plan? Are we gonna get up and get dressed and leave or are we gonna sleep the day away here?"
Zack just mumbled into my pillow and buried his face in it like he was hoping I would keep quiet.
I put my hand on his massive thigh and shook him to get his attention. "Seriously, what are we going to do?" I pressed. I know I was pushing it here, but I also knew Zack was generally good-natured and wouldn't get irritated. He began laughing into my pillow, then when he realized I wasn't letting up, he turned over on his back.
Looking at me with a big country boy smile, he carefully lifted his big feet from my lap and, like a sleepy, playful giant, brought them up to my face. "Here, buddy, I think you need to smell my feet," he said playfully. Zack's soft foot flesh felt warm and tender against my face. "You're startin' to get all stressed out over this, Jeff," he went on. "This'll help you relax," he said as he covered my face with his bare feet. "That's it, buddy, just smell those big feet. Mmmm, yeah. Big stinkin' size 15s in my bud's face. See, you're calming down already."
I was becoming less animated and getting off having his feet in my face. I knew my cock was enjoying this.
I placed my hands on his ankles and pretended to fend him off, but he seemed to get a second wind as he forced this feet into my face. Pressing the bottoms of his toes against my nose, he reached up and took hold of my wrists, pulling me in close so that I was a little off balance. This made my face vulnerable to his strong-smelling feet, giving him the opportunity to give his huge feet free reign over me. Grabbing my nose between the big toe and second longer toe on his left foot, he rubbed his right one against the side of my face a few times, then slipped it under the sheet covering my crotch. It hit me then that I was naked under the sheet.
Zack's foot found my swelling cock, and began slowly rubbing his wide sole back and forth over the length of my shaft. The heat of his sole felt great, but was making my nut juice boil. It took everything I had to keep from coming. Getting a little more playful, he then began log-rolling my cock against my thigh with his sole. I could tell he enjoyed playing with me in this way. Realizing that he was pushing me to the limit, he stopped log-rolling my cock, and just pressed my it against my leg for a moment as he felt the blood pulsing through it.
Zack then wrapped his long finger-like toes over my sensitive cock head, kneading it and working it as if he were trying to wrap those toes completely around me. He covered my piss slit with his toes and squeezed really tight as he milked me, then pulled his foot out and returned it to my face. As he planted those toes over my mouth and nose, I could feel the wetness of my own pre-cum. Using his right toes to smear my lips and nose with the sticky fluid, his left foot was all over my face, caressing and teasing me.
After about 10 minutes of this, Zack removed his feet from my face, spread his legs apart, and pulled on my wrists drawing me forward a few feet. I landed between his legs, with my face buried in his crotch. The rank smell of his 5-day-old jock practically took my breath away. My nose was buried somewhere between the base of his cock and the upper part of his nut sac.
I turned my head to the side to breath, my nose tickled by his golden brown pubic hair that grew between his ball sac and his thigh, then turned face-forward into the stinkin' jock and inhaled deeply. Scooting forward just a bit, I was able to lift my head from the huge bulge that was now a pillow for my face. I looked up at him as he chuckled, amused at my predicament. Here was my chance to work his cock the way his foot worked mine. I buried my face in his mound again, only this time moved my nose back and forth over the soft flesh beneath me. I pressed into his balls, then moved my nose back and forth over his thick cock, massaging the shaft long enough so that the mushroom head of his cock -- about 3 inches beyond my reach -- began to enlarge.
Zack responded by beginning to slightly move his hips up and down, pressing his crotch to my face. Soon he was thrusting his now stiffening cock in my face.
"Hey, Jeff, I'm face-fuckin' you, buddy," he said almost out of breath as he pumped my face in a heated face-fucking simulation. I knew if he kept this up we'd both be coming buckets.
Zack wrapped his hairy thighs around my neck and squeezed. I could feel the firmness in his thick cock. Zack mumbled something, then lifted up, rolling me over with him on my bed. I was now on my back, Zack was laying on top of me, his heavy package covering my face. Within seconds, he brought up his legs, sat on my chest, then extended his left knee so that my face was under his balls.
"How you doing, Jeff?" he asked.
"I think I'm pretty relaxed now," I chuckled in response.
"No, not yet. You still look a little tense to me," he replied.
With that, Zack moved up enough so that his ass was right above my face. I could feel the jock straps on my forehead, and the intense smell that filled my senses told me my nose and lips were under his hairy hole. Talking to me while still holding my hands down on the bed, Zack explained, "I think that nice facial massage you got from my big feet was a good start. Now you need a nice facial massage from my ass."
With that he began rocking back and forth, rubbing his hairy ass all over my face. Zack's hands were occupied restraining me, but I could feel his butt muscles working hard as they tried to spread open and then clench my nose, trapping me deep inside his ass. Opening my mouth to breathe, Zack could feel my hot breath against his hole.
"Oh man, buddy. Wish I could feed you a mouthful of farts right now," he said with a chuckle. He continued to ride my face back and forth, making sure that his hairy ass was giving my face a good workout.
Just then, the phone rang. Since the phone was on my desk, Zack reached over and picked up the receiver. It was his mother. She must have asked why he was out of breath, 'cause he said he'd just run up the stairs to our room. And yes, he explained that we'd be going to the cabin today, only a little later since I was in the library finishing a paper.
After he hung up the phone, Zack teased me with his asshole for a few minutes more, smearing his hairy hole on my lips. At one point he caught me with my mouth open, and he pressed his man hole right on my mouth, my lips forming a seal around his pucker. I wanted to lick him and taste him, but decided against it for now.
Zack lifted his ass, reached behind himself with both hands toward my feet, and scooted himself off me, placing his butt on the bed between my legs just below my knees. He rested himself on his elbows, legs on top of my thighs, feet extended on the bed along side my head. I raised my head and looked up at him smiling at me.
"Finally . . . fresh air!" I exclaimed and lay my head back down on the bed.
"Not for long, bud," Zack said as he once again brought both feet to my face. "Don't want you to forget the smell of these bad boys."
Once again, my face was buried in the familiar feel of Zack's size 15's, his foot flesh warm on my face, his foot odor intoxicating to me. He held his toes over my mouth, letting that long second toe which extends over an eighth of an inch longer than his big toe, curl into my open lips, gently grazing my tongue.
I took advantage of Jack's position between my legs as he leaned on his elbows and brought my feet up to his face. Following his lead, I pressed my bare feet gently against his face, letting him enjoy their feel. Zack leaned on one elbow and used his other hand to bring my size 11 up close. Then leaning into my foot, he nestled his nose right under my toes and took a big whiff, then another. He did the same with the other foot.
"I think I've got you beat in the foot stink category, buddy. These puppies don't even come close to the stink my big dogs put out." Zack commented.
With that he covered my nose with as many of his toes as he could and just held them there to make his point. I inhaled deeply and nodded my agreement while the balls of his feet covered my mouth and chin, his long toes wrapping around my nose.
Finally, Zack climbed off me and made sure I wasn't pissed off at him. We laughed it off and, as a gesture of good will, he reached under the sheet between my legs, pressed his hand between my naked ass cheeks, and rubbed his hand deeply in my crack. Pulling his hand out, he brought it to his face and took a deep whiff of his hand, then smiled as if that made us even.
We decided to go back to sleep for a couple more hours, so Zack lumbered over to his bed and turned toward the wall, his bare ass facing me, framed in his jock straps. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but my senses were goin' wild. I looked over at Zack and noticed he was jacking off. He was being real quiet about it, but I knew he was working that big cock. He came right in his jock, then rolled over on his back and stretched out his legs.
I feigned sleep and tried to breath heavily like I was falling into deep sleep. I could hear his head move on the pillow as he looked over at me, then return to it's place. I opened my eyes only slightly as he pulled off that cum-stained jock and dropped it on the floor between our beds. He caressed his flaccid cock, squeezed a few more drops from his piss slit, then caught the sticky fluid with his middle finger and sucked it into his mouth. Satisfied, he rolled over on his side once again and fell asleep facing the wall.
When I was sure he was sound asleep, I reached over and grabbed the nasty jock that was now heavy with my buddy's load. I pressed the cotton to my nose and my lips, feeling the gooey wetness inside the pouch. It seemed like all the scents of those accumulated piss and sweat stains were now intensified with the addition of his fresh load. Carefully, cupping the pouch in my hands and diving in to explore and taste it, I found puddles of Zack's thick cum along with several pubic hairs that had gotten caught in the fibers of the cotton material. Licking every drop that could be found, I made sure I didn't waste any of my buddy's nut juice.
I closed my eyes and imagined myself sucking his thick cum off his pubic hair, burying my nose deep in his stinky bush to catch every drop, then sucking the head of his huge cock to get any lingering jizz that was still inside. Aware that I had cleaned his dirty jock completely of fresh cum, I took it from my face and placed it in the same spot on the floor where I found it. I looked at Zack's plump and inviting ass, and wanted to crawl between his legs and get him off again myself. A guy like Zack would have no problem coming again so soon. I would let him cum in my mouth so as not to waste any.
I finally put that thought behind me and decided the best thing I could do was get some rest. Thinking about our fooling around this morning made me realize just how much I wanted the big guy, and my cock tingled. I lifted my arm and took a whiff of my pit, then rolled over, licked my lips, and fell asleep.
To be continued?
