I always looked forward to when he would come back from classes and kick off his sweaty dark brown topsiders he had walked all over campus in. Usually he would either stretch out on our old beat up sofa and put his socked feet up on the arm or sit in an old wingback chair that had an ottoman to put his feet up. I loved looking at his dark sweaty socks and seeing how shiny the foot and toe prints of sweat on the bottoms had become. I would get hard thinking about grabbing those socks later when he went for a shower or off to class and could bury my face in one while jerking off into the other.

Skip was a super smart nice guy, did well with the girls, and everyone liked him. He was into chemistry and a bit of a nerd, but not typical of my friends. We were both super preppy types, khakis or jeans, button down dress shirt, topsiders or LL Bean blucher mocs. Our fraternity was known as the jock frat house. We won all the intramurals sports, had the biggest and wildest parties, and sex, drugs, and rock n roll was our reputation.

My roomate loved to smoke weed as much as I did and he was a certified Dead Head. My mornings were always classes and I got stoned every afternoon. Pot was one of those things that always made me very horny too. One day after classes we got super stoned with bong hits, played backgammon and watched General Hospital. It had been a hard week and finals were coming up. I had just finished being a paper writing machine for the last few weeks and had submitted my final papers that afternoon. Skip had finished his last lab project and I had not seen him for several days as we seemed to miss each other coming and going.

That afternoon we were sitting side by side on the sofa and enjoying catching up on stuff and had both laid back to enjoy the buzz. Skip sat up and looked back at me and laughed at my slits for eyes. He had a shit eating grin on his face and then he hopped back to the end of the sofa and faced me. Without warning he put his feet on my lap. He was watching me intently still with that goofy grin and I just grabbed his ankles and gave them a friendly squeeze. Then he popped one topsider off and then the other onto the floor. I just looked down at the dark damp socks in my lap and the leathery sweat smell began to permeate my senses. He was rubbing his feet together and wiggling his toes in a teasing way.

Neither of us said a word and after what felt like the longest minute, I looked back at him and he said, “You know pot makes me super horny and I liked what you did the other night, want to do it again?” With that said, he raised one foot and pointed his toes to my face. I was too stoned to move and he started to rub his damp socked toes on my lips and under my nose. The smell was a mix of leather, butter, and masculinity, pure heaven.

I grabbed his foot and looked toward him and put his socked foot to my face and inhaled deeply then put his socked toes in my mouth. His stoned eyes got wider and I looked him in the eyes as I intentionally licked and sucked on those damp socks. Then I began to pull one sock off at a time. I started to knead and massage those soft soles in my hands and he relaxed back and watched me intently. My cock was twitching and getting hard in my khaki pants. I turned a bit toward him with one leg on the sofa and I put one bare foot down in my lap. The outline of my hard on was evident and he could feel how hard I was becoming through the fabric. I said to Skip, "pot always bones me bro too" and I took the other foot and raised it toward my face. He began to rub his soft sole on my face and the smell was intoxicating. He took his foot in my lap and began to gently seek a spot where he could rub his entire foot against the shaft in my pants.

I lay back against the arm of the couch and started to lick and lapped at his soft foot like a dog in heat. He started to grunt slightly when I began to run my tongue between each toe. He closed his eyes and said, "feels so good dude". I slipped my loafer off my foot and could see he was boned up in his jeans. I stretched my leg out and found his bulging crotch and started to flick my toes up and down its length. He groaned when he felt my foot come in contact with his pants and he began to rub my cock with his foot much harder pressing down on it. I sucked each toe and reveled in his scent and with my eyes closed heard him lift his hips and unbutton and unzip his jeans letting my foot find his cock through his boxer briefs. I was thrusting my hips and humping his foot harder now and pressed his soft sole against my face . We were lost together in a haze of a strong buzz and college horniness.

After a while he said, "stop, let’s take our pants off." We both jumped up and pulled our pants down and our underwear off together, then sat back facing one another on the sofa with a foot on each cock and his other foot getting a tongue bath on my face. He grabbed my socked foot with both hands and rubbed it up and down his cock as he scrunched his toes around my cock head which was wet with precum. I was moaning with pleasure when he pulled the sock off my foot and put my bare foot against his raging hard cock. I could feel his cock heat on my sole and it was wet with precum also and my toes used that as lube. He took my sock and, looking in my eyes, raised it to his nose and gave it a tentative sniff. He then smiled and said, "man these smell really good, who knew?" Then laid it over his nose and grabbed my foot and began to arch his back and hump my foot with force holding it with both hands. I had all of his toes in my mouth and did the same to him until we were both breathing raggedly and grunting with lust.

I was so close and said to Skip, "I ‘m going to cum!", and then proceeded to squirt hard all over his foot as my whole body jerked in a spasm. He was watching over his nose covered with my sock and moaned. He gripped my foot so that it covered his entire cock and said “press down on my balls with your heel” and when I did so, started to shoot through my toes all over his shirt. Spent and panting, we laid like this for a couple of minutes covered in cum. Then he looked at me and said, “Wow, that was different…. Fucking hot!” to which I replied, “I really needed that…. Thank you….bong hit?” “Fuck yeah, absolutely!”