Given all the horror stories about random roommates, I was worried who I might be paired up with going into my sophomore year. And as the summer months passed, I was more than worried. Months ago when the assignments were sent out, I sent a quick introduction to my soon-to-be roommate. By move-in day, I hadn’t figured anything out about the guy besides his name.
Samuel.
I was sorting out the rest of my clothes when he came in. In the chaos of getting all my stuff out of my car and into the dorm, I had forgotten to lock the door. I yelped when a sudden slam burst through the room.
“Holy shit!” my head jerked toward the source.
He stood at the door, rubbing the back of his neck as he apologized.
“Oh fuck, sorry man,” he smiled bashfully, beginning to haul his luggage onto his bed.
He had a few inches on me, maybe around 5’11, 6’0 feet? He had a slim figure, but from the muscletop and basketball shorts he wore I could tell he was toned. While the guy could definitely beat me in a fight, his charming, slightly awkward demeanor cooled my nerves.
“Ah no, it’s cool, I forgot to lock it,” I sighed, “You scared the shit out of me!” I chuckled.
After we both finished putting away our stuff, we talked about our majors, our hobbies, wherever the conversation went. He tried to talk about girls, but I mentioned I was gay. He shrugged and smiled.
“More play for me, bro,” I chuckled, shaking my head and smiling along as he continued on. He was olive-toned, with a short afro and a clean shave. His eyes were a dark brown and his smile angled slightly to the left. I thought it was hot. My own eyes began to travel down his body, admiring his toned biceps, hairy legs, and huge sneakers. I was whipped back to reality.
“Oh shit, you like my shoes?” he shifted his foot, tilting his head to peer down at his own shoe, “I mean, they’re nothing special, I got them maybe two or three years ago?”
“No, yeah, they’re cool,” I stuttered, feeling a heat in my face, the slightest stir in my crotch. I cleared my throat.
He stared at me for a moment with a confused look, a furrow in his brow. A realization struck his face.
“Damn, I’m probably tracking in dirt, sorry man,” he smiled.
Sam and I got closer as the weeks went by. He was a chill dude, and a charming one at that. And though the worry of a weird roommate was gone from my mind, a new worry began to itch.
Am I the weird one?
I was starting to crush hard on the guy. What can I say? I mean, he was handsome, funny, and all around easy to be around.
And he smells good.
There’s a twitch in my crotch at the sudden thought.
From the months I’ve spent with Sam, I’ve learned his routine. He would be gone early everyday, out on a morning jog, coming back to the dorm to shower before heading to classes. He’d come back around night time before doing it all again. On the weekends he liked to stay inside, and on Fridays he had no class. He started taking his shoes off in the dorm ever since our first interaction. In fact, he only really wore shoes to go outside, opting to go barefoot in slides whenever he stayed inside.
There was definitely a masculine scent in the air whenever Sam was around. Don’t get me wrong, he regularly took showers, but he loved a cheap cologne. While he smelled fine during the day, coming back to the dorm there would always be a musky edge to him. The edge only grew sharper whenever he took his shoes off. It was hard to focus on homework or even sleeping when the scent of him drove me crazy. We shared the same schedules, down to the free Friday, so it was hard to find ample time to let off steam.
It was a random morning, when my lust-filled mind took over.
“Hey man, I’m about to head out, sorry for waking you,” Sam said, drying his hair with a towel before tossing his dirty clothes onto his bed.
“Nah,” I yawned, “don’t worry about it, my chemistry teacher canceled class today, I think I might just sleep in before my second.”
“Aight, well I’ll call you before your second, just in case you’re still sleeping,” he mentioned, before leaving the dorm.
I heard him click the lock and walk down the hall. I sank back into bed, bringing my hand down to my crotch. I rubbed at the bulge in my sweatpants. sighing in relief at the thought of having the room all to myself. I sank back into bed, bringing my hand down to my crotch. I rubbed at the bulge in my sweatpants.
Fuck, the air still smelled like him.
Last night was a rough day for him, more so than usual. Apparently his last class had held him up, and he ended up missing his bus. He opted to make the half hour walk instead. He needed the cardio anyway, according to him. He ended up knocking out right after he got to the dorm. Apparently he’d fallen asleep in the clothes he went out in, shoes included. By the time he woke up, he realized he was running late, and jogged in the same clothes he went out with from yesterday.
I sat up, looking at Sam’s bed across from me. Staring back at me was Sam’s laundry. His black nike socks sprawled out like serpents, tempting me. I thought of Sam, exhausted from last night’s walk and sweaty from this morning’s jog. I felt my dick pulse, and I wondered what it would be like to be so close to him.
Intoxicated by his scent, I found myself standing at the side of his bed, one hand on my dick, and the other holding one of his socks. I jerked myself off as I turned the sock in my hand. It was still damp with sweat. I closed my eyes and imagined Sam’s sweaty feet pressed against my face, his masculine odor filling my lungs. My dick pulsed at the thought.
I shoved my nose into his sock, taking in the scent of him. I moaned. The smell was powerful. A mixture of musk, sweat, and a slight soapy undertone. He smelled like a man.
“Fuck, Sam,” I exhaled, taking a breath, “your feet smell so good,” I leaned my body against his bedside, spreading my legs as I began to stroke myself deeper.
Yeah, you like my feet, faggot? I imagined his voice.
I moaned, nodding my head and shoving the sock back into my face as I started stroking faster.
You wanna cum? Cum for my fucking feet, fag.
“Fuck!” I cry out, stuffing the sock onto my dick as I start to cum. “Mmm, fuck!” I moan, feeling my dick pulsate inside of Sam’s sweaty sock. The vision of me cumming in my roommate’s sweaty sock drives me wild. I strengthen my grip on my socked dick, and I start to stroke harder.
“Oh, Sam,” I moaned out his name, feeling my cock hardening again, already slick and wet with my own cum. I reel my head back, groaning lowly as I feel a second orgasm, my dick spurting the last of my juices into his sock.
Through my orgasm-dazed mind, the buzzing of my phone snapped me back to reality.
“Hey! Just calling to see if you were up,” It was Sam.
“Oh,” I feel a heat in my face, “right, yeah I was about to go shower,” I stammer, staring at my bed from across the room, before looking down to my sock-covered dick. His sock.
“Alright, well I’ll be back by usual hours, don’t miss me too much!” I could hear a smile on his face before he hung up. I let my arm fall down to my side.
What did I just do?
I thought about Sam. He was a nice guy. I thought about how freaked out he actually would’ve been had he actually caught me in the act. I thought about his face, shocked to see me standing over his bed and sniffing his sweaty socks. Though the shame tugged something in my mind, something about it excited me.
