My eyes began to roll back into my head as He said “Your hole is so fucking tight.” Well, as I’d never been fucked before, I didn’t find that surprising. He seemed to be enjoying Himself, so I was happy for that. While I’d actually dreamed about the previous hour, I didn’t expect this…

When I received info about my Freshman roommate, we exchanged e-mails and Facebook profiles. Mine was (and is) rather tame, as I was closeted. Bernie’s was filled with photos of Him fishing and hunting, with His girlfriend, and Him in his wrestling gear. He was apparently quite the wrestler in high school. We hit it off pretty quickly online, and I was looking forward to the year ahead. A timid virgin rooming with a masculine wrestler. What could go wrong?

Meeting in person was interesting. He was a good 6 inches shorter than me, and His body showed the signs of not working out over the summer. Not that it was a problem, His piercing green eyes, charming Southern drawl, and strong handshake made me a bit weak in the knees. As we were both only children, we had many similarities, but many differences. Bernie seemed to rule the roost in His house and life, going home every two weeks with upper-classmen friends to have His laundry done and to “fuck His gal.” I learned quickly that nothing was going to be done in the room maintenance, but I was always sure to keep it tidy. And, was always sure to sneak a pair of His socks out of His laundry bin before He went home to have it done. Yeah, I have a raging foot fetish. His socks smelled great, but even better were His perfect toes. The nails would grow, as they do, but He always came back from His weekends home with them trimmed. I’m sure that was on the “weekend home” agenda.

He was funny, charming, and would always “pick fights” with other dorm mates in a playful way. I believed it a symptom of his short stature, and with Him seemingly always getting His way through life. Yeah, I was kind of falling in love, or at least lust with Him.

After a few months, we became quite good friends. I’d help Him with His homework, or anything else He needed. We’d worked out a deal with one of His upper-classmen friends to help us make sure there was always beer in the room. And, I usually funded it. Beer. He liked it. And, I must admit, that was probably a key to His “new” body.

So, how did we get to Him fucking me? Bernie came home from class and fell onto His bed. “Fuck!,” He said.

“What’s up?”

“I HATE that fuckin’ walk back from Pierce Hall. Kills my damn feet.”

“You need a foot rub,” I stupidly answered.

“Damn right, I do. You offering?”

I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t know where this would go, but my heart started racing.

“We got any beer?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. Want one?” I replied, hoping the foot rub conversation would end. As much as I wanted to do it, I was petrified. Bernie said, “Yep,” and I grabbed one from the mini-fridge, cracked it open for Him and handed it over.

“So, you serious about the foot rub?” was the first thing He said after a sip. “No pressure, but if you’re offering, I ain’t gonna say no. You any good at it?”

“It’s a foot rub, not rocket science, Bern,” I clumsily said.

“Then, let’s see what you’re made of,” He replied with a laugh.

I laughed too, and said “You’re on.” I walked over to Him and slipped His shoes off. The aroma I loved was there, but more than that, I was at His feet. Something I’d dreamed about. As I rubbed, He smiled and said, “Yeah, you’re not too bad at this. Be careful, I could get used to it.” I replied, “Don’t YOU get used to it,” and we both laughed. As I was rubbing and savoring the experience, He said, “Can I ask you something?” I replied, “Of course.”

“Why are you so fuckin’ nice?” I answered, “What are you talking about.”

“Well, you’re always doing shit for me, you never complain. I mean, don’t you ever do things for yourself?”

Little did He know that’s exactly what I was doing. I took a moment and said, “Dunno. Just guess it’s the way I’m wired.” He laughed and said, “Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but I like your wiring.” He closed His eyes as I continued to rub.

“They don’t stink too bad, do they?” He asked, and playfully put a socked foot up to my nose. I laughed it off and said, “No, they smell great.”

“Great?”

I quickly corrected myself and said “Fine, I mean fine. They smell fine.” We both chuckled, but I saw a change in His eye. “I think you meant they smell great,” He said as He lifted the foot back up to my nose. “Listen buddy, it’s just the two of us here. If you think they smell great, why don’t you show me? Ain’t nobody but the two of us gonna know.”

I looked Him in the eye, and didn’t know what to do. “You can keep rubbin’,” was all He said. I kept rubbing and buried my face into the sole of His foot. “Nice,” was all He said, as He clamped His toes over my nose. “Told you I could get used to this,” He said with a laugh. He told me to switch feet, smelling the other and rubbing the opposite one. “Fuck, yeah,” He said. “I like this.” After a bit, He said, “If they smell that good, how do reckon they taste?”

I seriously couldn’t think anymore. I tenderly removed the sock in front of me and He immediately put it to my mouth. I looked into his eyes and began to suck His big toe. He pumped it back and forth, smiling. “I got nine other ones that are gonna need the same attention. But first, strip.” I looked at Him and He simply said, “Take off your clothes.” He finished His beer as He watched me. He shook the empty bottle, and I fetched another. “Go lock the door,” He said. I did as He asked and went back to the bed. He gently flicked by cock with one foot and said “Looks like you’re enjoying this, too.” I nodded as I licked His other foot. His toes explored my balls.” I continued to nod as His foot began pushing on my shaft. “You ain’t gonna cum are you? Because I don’t want that.” I was unsure how long I could last until He said, “I think I’ll be telling You when to cum from now on. Right?” Nodding and sucking. Nodding and licking. “Ha, good boy,” He said with another swig. I licked and sucked every toe, getting between them, kissing the tops of His feet while licking His soles from top to bottom. At one point, He stuck His entire foot in my mouth. I began to choke. He laughed, “We’re gonna have to work on that.”

After a while, He said “That mouth of yours works better than your hands. I wanna see what else it can do. Come here and pull down my shorts.” I looked up and said, “I’ve never done that before.”  “What, suck a dick? Really?” He replied. “No,” I said. “Well damn, the way you suck feet, I figured you’d be a real pro’” He said with a chuckle. “Maybe it’s time you learn. You know, I’m gonna want more than just my feet licked from now on.”

I climbed up to Him and pulled down His shorts. His cock was beautiful, with a perfect mushroom head. “You like?” He asked. I nodded. “Just put the head in your mouth. Nothing more.” I did and he said, “Just suck it like a lollipop. Make me hard.” I did as instructed and He told me to look at Him while I did it. “Good,” He said. “Keep looking at Me. Just keep looking at me.” I could feel Him hardening in my mouth. He slowly reached out a hand and put it on top of my head. He gently pushed and said, “Down.” As I put more of His shaft in my mouth, I felt Him grab my hair and pull. “Up.” Pushing again, “Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Of, fuck yeah.” My eyes were fixated on Him as He leaned back and looked up smiling. He eventually removed His hand, letting me do the work. He quickly looked down to make sure my eyes were on His face. “Damn, you’re a quick learner,” He said. I felt Him getting harder and harder. He told me to lick His taint and hole, resting His feet on my back and shoulders. He began moaning and sprang up. He grabbed me and flipped me over onto my stomach. He climbed on top of me and placed His hand over my mouth. “Just be quiet. You’re gonna love this.” And, with that, He entered me. And, that’s how we got to the beginning of the story. I wasn’t sure how long it would take, but I just began to melt under Him. Feeling His power over me.

Suddenly, He stopped and flipped me back over. He sat on my chest stroking His cock above me. “Open your mouth,” He said. I did and He proceeded to cum all over my face, some getting into my mouth, but much on my cheek. After He caught His breath, He looked down and smiled. He used His fingers to wipe the seed into my still open mouth. When He’d finished that, He put His fingers on my tongue. I instinctually closed my mouth and sucked them clean.

He sat on me for a few minutes, just looking down. “Did you like it?” He eventually asked. I nodded and said, “Yes.” “Good,” He replied. “Me too.” He climbed off the bed and walked to the window. He turned to look at me and noticed my raging hard on. “Shit, forgot about that. I’m gonna go take a shower. You can jack off while I’m gone, but I want you to cum in here.” He handed me a glass. “Got it?” I nodded as He grabbed His robe and went off to the shower. I looked at the glass, confused, but I knew there must be a reason He wanted me to do it this way. I didn’t want to disappoint Him.