My roommate ended up being a friend of a friend so not a total stranger which put my mind at ease. His name was Chris and he was about my age, maybe a little older late 20s. He was an absolutely gorgeous guy too with pale blue eyes, sculpted features, perfectly toned body, and was about 6 feet in height. When I met him initially I had to mentally slap myself to make sure I wasn’t gawking entirely. Little did I know that involuntary gawking would actually come in handy pretty soon.

We moved in to a cozy two bedroom apartment. With limited space we were around each other most of the time but we hit it off almost immediately so it was never an issue. Chris was a charming guy, funny too, and also playful to a degree. He knew I was gay and to my knowledge he was a  completely straight dude. He liked to tease me a bit at times almost in an older brother way about being gay but never maliciously and I would give it right back to him. I’m a lot shorter than him with a smaller build so when I’d give it back to him he reminded me that he could take me down in an instant so watch my mouth. He always said it with this smirk that was so devilish yet disarming. I swore sometimes our teasing had this tension that border-lined flirting. Part of me wanted to test the waters to see if there was more to it but another part didn’t want to risk the chemistry we already had as friends.

I still secretly lusted over him and what drove me the craziest about him was his feet/socks. I’ve had a fetish for guys feet, mainly in socks but bare sometimes, for as long as I can remember. His feet were like the rest of him; fucking perfect. They were a size 11, great arches, and he took great care of them with regular pedicures. However between his job and workouts his feet were constantly sweaty leaving a heavy odor behind him whenever he’d take off shoes. It was that perfect masculine hard working scent that for me smelled like absolute heaven.

His gym socks and days sock’s didn’t often change and he wore usually mid calf crew white or black. We shared a hamper in the bathroom so it was easy to dig through and find his dirty socks. They had such a strong aroma it instantly made me hard and I spent many nights huffing them imagining getting to smell them on his actual feet. That wasn’t going to happen in my mind though because one: he was straight and two: I especially didn’t want him to know about my fetish. I was worried it might freak him out but selfishly I also was worried he’d keep his socks separated from mine so I couldn’t perv out anymore.

One day we were sitting in the kitchen nook when it was a blaring 90 degrees. He had just come home from doing some labor work and was wearing a white sweat soaked tank, blue jeans, and some type of beat up work boots. He immediately kicked his boots off which instantly let out such an intoxicating scent I almost passed out. To make matters worse he comes over to where I was sitting and props his feet up on the table in perfect view. The smell was even more intense but I noticed he was wearing classic hanes crew socks, my absolute favorites, and they were just glued to his feet from the sweat and heat. This is where my gawking returned tenfold.

“Hey dude are you good”? Chris says, snapping me back into reality.

“Huh? Yeah why”? I replied still kind of hazy.

“Well I said hi to you and you had no response and looked like you were staring off into space or somewhere…”. He started to glance from me towards his feet. Realizing my staring was directly at his feet I tried to play it cool and shrug it off. “Nah sorry the heat is just making me lightheaded, that’s all”.

Taking my word for it he responded with how he was too, how working in the heat was miserable, and how his body, especially feet were killing him. As he continued talking I tried to be attentive and listen but I kept shooting glances back and forth to his feet. He noticed and called me on it.

“Hey earth to Matt you’re zoning out again”. He snapped his fingers to wake me from my trance.

“Oh sorry yeah just the heat again, please continue”.

I could tell he wasn’t really buying it. Almost as if to test if I was staring specifically at his feet he started doing a rubbing together motion which I tried so hard to resist but just couldn’t. Then he really had me.

“Ha! I knew it, you’re not zoning off you’re staring at my feet aren’t you?” He responded in a tone that was both serious and somehow excited. I started to panic and back pedal trying to deny his accusations that were true but he cut me off.

“Is it the smell? I’m sure they must fucking reek even worse than usual. Sorry if they’re making you dizzy” he said with that disarming devilish smirk that always gets me.

My panic sort of dissipated after that and maybe it really was the heat or lack of brain cells but all of a sudden I said “yeah that’s it and um I just like your socks”.

Where the hell an answer like that came from, albeit true, definitely made me think I actually suffering heatstroke. It was like the second he gave me that grin I was in a hypnotic state. He hesitated for a second probably surprised by what I said and then went “You like my socks? Regular hanes white socks? Not to mention so sweaty they’re probably glued to my feet, socks”? And while his brows looked confused he still retained that smirk of his.

“Umm yeah.. hanes are my favorite actually. You uh, you look good in them”.

I really couldn’t believe I was sitting here saying all of this to him. Word vomit after word vomit but he didn’t seem phased necessarily. Actually it seemed like he was getting more intrigued and wanted to see where this was going. So he kept asking.

“Oh I do? You know even if it’s the heatstroke talking I’m glad you said that. Since we’re being pretty open I have a confession myself”.

Now I was the one intrigued because was the heat making him as filter less as me too? Wanting to hear this I nodded so he’d continue.

“Well you see it’s a little strange but I’ve always thought I had good looking feet. Its even weirder you say that I look good in these socks because I actually really like the way they look on my feet especially this sweaty. It actually is a turn on for me when people like my feet but it’s kind of my little secret because I never told any of my friends or girlfriends before. Girls hate guys feet for the most part, even when they are clean and while I take care of them you know I sweat so much so I never bothered even bringing it up.”

Chris paused for a brief moment contemplating what he had just admitted to then made a facial expression that looked even more devious than before.

“But I guess it’s not a secret anymore huh? And Matty it seems like you’re more or less admitting to a secret yourself so you wanna elaborate for me buddy?” Holding that devious gaze.

If it wasn’t for the emerging erection in my pants I would have thought this was a fever dream, and hell maybe it still might be. Was my roommate that I had been lusting over for months, specifically his socks and feet basically saying he’s into it? Maybe he was just trying to get me to flat out admit my fetish so he could tease me for it later but the heat in the room was no longer from the temperature outside. There was enough tension you could cut it with a knife.

“Well I guess I more or less outted myself but I have a foot fetish and especially when guys are wearing socks. I love the look, smell, taste. I love the idea of rubbing a guys feet after a long day and then inhaling his scent and bathing his feet with my tongue”.

I started to suddenly feel bold and added “ I really love the idea of getting to do that to you and have for sometime”. I said it making direct eye contact with him and he met me with the same intense gaze.

Without even a thought or hesitation Chris said “Well then do it. Worship my hot socked feet!” He said it in a  commanding tone and his demeanor had suddenly gotten more dominant. As quickly as he switched I suddenly was in full submission mode and moved myself directly next to his feet. I picked them up, took a deep inhale, then placed them in my lap and started rubbing them like I did this for a living. I was in complete bliss and the way he started to relax himself you could tell he was too.

After 30 minutes of rubbing, with him instructing me slightly along the way, moaning and saying “yeah right there, perfect” he pulled them back out of my lap and gently shoved them into my face.

“You love that smell don’t you?? Those stinky sweaty smelly socks in your face. Isn’t it amazing? I want you to inhale until that’s all you can breathe in. Oh I just know you’ve been dying for this haven’t you?”

Giving a semblance of a nod while being near suffocated by his feet he added “Bet you’ve jerked so many times about this moment. I’m sure your little sock sniffing ass has probably stole some pairs from me and if you haven’t already I want you to take a pair and make them your designated jerk off socks. Got it”?

Somewhere between disbelief and pure bliss I tried nodding again and sniffed away for another 30 minutes until he told me to open my mouth and shoved one foot in. It tasted so salty and sweaty, I sucked on it like I was sucking a cock. I could tell he was loving it by the family sized tent he was pitching in his pants which he had unbuttoned revealing his black boxer briefs too. If he liked the way I was sucking his toes he was going to love what I had planned for his dick.

Eventually he had me take his socks off and asked for that tongue bath I was speaking of. With no hesitation I removed each sock carefully and started swishing my tongue from heal to toe, in between his toes and just every part I could get. His feet were so unbelievably sexy and definition of perfection. I’m glad he knew just how attractive they were too.

“Alright my feet are pretty greedy but I think there’s one more place you can give me the works” and he motioned down towards his ever bulging hard on. I kissed each foot then spread his legs and got on my knees. Something perverse in me felt like I was on my knees praying and god were my prayers being answered.

I took his underwear down revealing an of course perfectly hung cock. It was dripping in sweat and precum and smelled ripe. It was so intoxicating. I grabbed it with one hand and then immediately engulfed it into my mouth. It was just so natural to suck his dick, I had fantasized about this on top of his feet among other fantasies I wondered if we might try. But no time for thinking it was time to make this dreamboat have the best orgasm of his life.

“Uh yeah, yeah that’s it. Cmon swallow it I know you want it. I want you to gag on my cock and love it”. He was getting so stupid horny and just saying anything and everything. I absolutely loved it. I went down to his balls which were even more ripe, licked and sucked on them, then I licked his shaft all the way up, took a breath and started to deep throat him. Holy shit.

Within 30 seconds he was cumming streams down my throat and I was completely gagged at this point between all the cum and his cock I swallowed as much as I could and released him. I was a hot sweaty mess and looking up at him so was he. He looked back at me and just smiled a very satisfied smile. I smiled back at him as I wiped any residual cum off of my face.

“Don’t think I’m a selfish partner, its your turn buddy” with that he pressed his foot which was already on my crotch and started  giving me a foot job. I was already so close as is and then he shoved his other foot in my face again making me just completely lose it. Within in seconds I had made a mess in my pants and kissed his foot graciously to thank him.

“You know you weren’t the only one who had fantasized about this for a while” Chris said to me still smiling. “I guess you could say I’m bi if you needed a label but when I met you I was instantly attracted to you. I like that you’re smaller than me and that I could tackle yet you’re so feisty and always clapback to my bullshit. You’re tenacious and sweet. I didn’t want to say or do anything just because I didn’t want it to ruin our friendship or living situation. But I was pretty fucking sure you were into me too”.

“I actually wanted to live with you because I was worried if I lived with a friend I might jeopardize the friendship but I’m not really concerned anymore. And yeah I wasn’t good at hiding it was I?” I said very much blushing at the same time.

“No. Not for a second. Haha.”

We both laughed and made our way to the bathroom and decided to shower together to get rid of all the days heat and all our crimes of passion. Then we went to his room and passed out in bed together almost immediately. I woke up to a familiar scent and realized it was him holding a dirty sock over my face and smirking at me.

“Ready to get used to this scent”?

“Three steps ahead of you Chris”. I said finally returning the smirk.

He shoved that sock in my mouth and fucked me for the rest of the night. Safe to say living with him never jeopardized a relationship but it certainly started one.