We roomed together in the fraternity house for a few years together. He was str8. Our room was configured so that the head of my twin bed was about 2 feet from the foot of his twin bed. There were many times I would wake up and in the street light through the windows could see that he had his cock out and was masturbating. He would cum in a sock, or clean up with one, and I would find it beside his bed in the morning. Sometimes when we had been out drinking a lot, we would go to bed and I would wait until I heard him snore and I would reach over and fondle his feet under the covers and grind my cock into my pillow until I came. Or I would have stealthily grabbed his worn sweaty socks and buried my face into them while I humped away in my boxers, in total ecstasy with that topsider smell of leather and sweat.

One night I had gone to bed before he had, and he came in from a night of drinking. It was late spring and he just lay on his bed and went to sleep with those soft soles hanging over the edge of his bed. I just leaned over and smelled those wonderful soft soles with my nose to his toes, the arch, and heel areas. Rock hard, I started to gently lick them and fondle them. After about 10 minutes of this he sighed loudly and turned over with his feet now about a foot toward me off his bed. I froze, afraid he would sit up and say something. My bed was in darkness and his in streetlight. Then I heard and saw him begin to stroke and feel himself through his boxers. Still frozen now with my face inches from those delicious soles, I heard him quietly mumble "don't stop".

I could not help myself and began to lap at his soles, tongue between each toe, and sucked on his toes while I ground my rock hard 20 year old cock against my bed. He pulled his shorts down and quietly moaned and jacked slow and fast intermittently. I could tell that when I ran my tongue between his toes and started to suck on each one, his pace really quickened and he would furiously jack. He started to breath heavily and quietly moaned while I licked his feet like a dog in heat. I knew he was close as one foot began to tremble and his toes began to point straight out. I was no longer hiding the fact that I was jerking my cock furiously with one hand while my face was against those hot soles. Then his toes spread and bent toward the ceiling and he started to cum hard, shuddering as he came. I couldn't help it and blew hard almost at the same time as him. I know I shot my load off the bed a foot or two across the floor as I pushed my face into his feet for one more heavenly sniff.

I could hear him quietly pant, spent from shooting his load, and he rolled over and went to sleep. I lay there a few moments, a sweaty mess, but so completely happy that my fetish cravings had been satisfied.

The next morning, I got up to go shower and when I came back he was awake. He was lying on his stomach but had scooted down in his bed so his feet were on my bed beside my pillow. He stretched and groaned on his bed while flexing his feet on my bed. I got dressed and headed to class. It was almost as if he wanted me to do it again, teasing me to take the bait.

He never mentioned what had happened but when I got back from classes I noticed he had moved his bed so that his mattress now touched mine.