It was late afternoon, and the golden sunlight filtered lazily through the dorm room blinds. The hum of the TV filled the space—some half-watched sitcom providing just enough noise to blur the silence. Matt and Jordan had both crashed on the small sofa after a long day of lectures and walking across campus.
Matt was slouched on one end, his legs stretched out, white sneakers still on, crossed at the ankles. His jeans were cuffed slightly, showing a peek of his socks—bright, mismatched stripes in orange and navy. The socks were clearly favorites of his: worn thin at the heels and stretched slightly around the arch, clinging close from the warmth of the day.
Jordan, sitting opposite him, was leaned back in a hoodie, one knee pulled up on the couch. His white sneakers were kicked halfway off already, revealing crisp white crew socks pulled neatly to mid-calf. The cotton was soft-looking but slightly dingy from wear—creased around the ankle and a bit darkened at the soles.
“Man, my feet are killing me,” Matt groaned, nudging Jordan’s leg with his sneaker.
Jordan laughed. “I told you not to wear those beat-up socks”
“Yours aren’t looking too fresh either,” Matt shot back, smirking.
Jordan raised a brow, then reached down and tugged Matt’s sneaker off with a firm pull. It came free with a soft pop of air, releasing a distinct wave of heat and a subtle, musky scent—worn cotton mixed with the earthy tang of all-day walking. The striped sock underneath clung tightly to his foot, slightly dark at the toe and sole, with threads worn just thin enough to show the shape of his toes.
“Yikes,” Jordan grinned. “These could stand up on their own.”
Matt kicked his foot playfully at him. “Yeah? Let’s see how yours are doing, Mr. Fresh Whites.”
Without waiting, Matt leaned forward and tugged off one of Jordan’s white sneakers. The leather creaked, and a warm scent lifted with it—less sharp than his own, but definitely present. Jordan’s socked foot was smooth and clean-looking, but up close, there were faint stains at the heel and toe. The white cotton was pulled snugly over his foot, outlining the shape of his arch and the slight curve of his toes.
“I stand corrected,” Matt teased. “Yours smell like laundry… if laundry ran a marathon.”
Jordan just shook his head and lifted Matt’s socked foot onto his lap. “You talk too much.”
His fingers pressed into the ball of Matt’s foot, the sock squishing slightly under his hands. The warmth and moisture were real—clearly hours of lectures and walking in those loud socks had left them ripe. He rubbed slow, firm circles through the fabric, feeling the shape of Matt’s foot flex with every movement.
Matt sighed. “Okay… that actually feels amazing.”
Not to be outdone, he pulled Jordan’s foot into his lap and returned the favor. The white sock was softer than his own, less threadbare, but clearly used. It squished gently under his hands, still warm, the slight dampness catching against his palms. He kneaded into the arch, feeling the tension ease beneath the cotton.
For a while, they just sat there—quiet, trading massages, the TV still playing in the background. Matt felt the warmth of Jordan’s socked feet as they rested on his lap. The slight musk started to get Matt hard. He continued to stroke Jordan’s left foot as Jordan’s right rested on Matt’s lap. Eventually, Matt noticed Jordan’s socked foot (the one he wasn’t rubbing) was sitting right on his cock and he was the hardest he’d ever been in a matter of seconds, leaking pre-cum in his jeans.
Jordan and Matt made eye contact. Matt felt no embarrassment as he stroked both of Jordan’s feet. Jordan was doing the same.
“Fuck, man,” Jordan finally broke the silence, “I’m really into this.” Neither were putting up a front anymore.
“Me too,” Matt’s voice was breathy. He wanted to stroke his cock so badly.
Eventually, Matt moved his foot slightly on Jordan’s lap. That’s when he felt Jordan’s equally hard erection. Matt couldn’t believe it - this was actually happening and he loved every horny minute of it.
“Fuck…” Jordan closed his eyes.
Matt stoped holding back. He picked up his foot slight and put the sole down right on Jordan’s epic bulge. Matt started to rub Jordan’s erection with his socked foot, the sound fabric chafing on Jordan’s denim.
“Yeah?” Matt started “That feel good?”
“So good…”
Jordan returned the favor. He put his sole on Matt’s bulge, seeing the pre-cum spots from the other end of the couch. Jordan didn’t hold back either. He started rubbing one of his feet on Matt’s erection, the cloth of his white socks rubbing on the denim of Matt’s jeans.
Matt continued to move his socked foot along Jordan’s bulge. Neither had ever been sexual with another man, but stroking each other’s socks had them hornier than they’d ever been.
The world around them faded and both men were in the moment. Their breathing intensified, their cocks got harder, and both Matt and Jordan wanted to go further.
They sunk deeper and deeper into the couch with their legs and bodies getting more tangled as they laid back. Eventually, the slid so far into the couch that their warm taints eventually touching through their jeans. They almost took a scissoring position as their socked feet slid off each other’s erections, rubbed up each other’s six packs and eventually slid off of one another’s bodies. Laying back, their feet rested next to each other’s faces. They assumed this position slowly, living in the moment and unaware of the passage of time.
Matt and Jordan looked at each other’s socked feet. Their feet were still warm from being in shoes all day and the scent was ripe. Both Matt and Jordan were obsessed. Of course they both found men’s socked feet attractive, unbeknownst to their many flings and girlfriend. That being said, they had never acted on it - until now.
It was Matt who took the plunge first. The white fabric stretched across Jordan’s feet, the heat, the scent, and the way they hugged his feet were too much to handle. Matt buried his face in Jordan’s feet, pressing the sole against his face, taking in the warmth and scent as Jordan flexed his long toes on Matt’s forehead. Matt loudly inhaled, opening his mouth to take in as much in as possible. After pulling away, he brushed his face against Jordan’s left foot and then repeated the gesture on his right. He had an urge to be as close to his friend’s feet as possible, kissing them and inhaling them. All the while, Matt’s foot clad in patterned socks continued to stimulate Jordan’s erection through his faded denim.
“Fuck…” Jordan exhaled, before going “Oh FUCK”
He let out a masculine grunt as he grabbed Matt’s feet and inhaled both at the same time. Matt flexed his toes in his patterned socks as Jordan planted increasingly rough kisses all over his friend’s socked feet. Matt tried his best to keep up, aggressively sniffing and kissing and tasting Jordan’s socks.
Eventually, both men were fully licking each other’s feet, with Matt sticking Jordan’s sweaty sock-covered toes in mouth as Jordan’s dragged his tongue sensually along the contours of Matt’s big feet.
Jordan let out another euphoric grunt “fuck I’m so horny!”
“Fuck yeah, bro.”
Jordan groaned, muffled by Matt’s socks. He removed his tongue for only a moment when he ripped his shirt off, seemingly in one go. Jordan groaned louder and made an “mmmm” sound, tasting Matt’s sweaty, warm socked feet. Matt removed his shirt too, revealing black chest hair as Jordan’s feet rubbed up and down his friend’s torso. The sound of socks on chest hair piercing the room.
The tv was still on but nobody noticed. They were shirtless, revealing their toned frames and Matt’s hairy chest. They still wore their jeans and of course, their socks which both men licked, moaning louder with as their rock hard cocks throbbed.
“God I need to cum,” Jordan said, his voice muffled by Matt’s sole on his face”
“Fuck me too….mmmmm!”
Jordan kept his eyes closed and his nose in Matt’s foot, but he fumbled to unzip his jeans and eventually pulled his large cock out, slowly stroking it as it throbbed in his hand.
Matt couldn’t take it anymore when he saw Jordan’s cock. He had to pull out his own. Covered in pre-cum, Jordan was slapping his large uncut cock on his abs. They both stroked their cocks, harder and harder, precum leaking all over themselves.
That’s when Matt moved his right foot down to Jordan’s cock, replacing his friend’s hand as he rubbed his foot on Jordan’s hard cock. Jordan followed suit on Matt’s pulsating uncut cock. Both men breathed in each other’s left foot, grunting and moaning louder and louder as they felt the other socked foot on their erection.
Finally both men let out a simultaneous roar as both busted a load all over themselves, lying with their heads on opposite sides ends of the couch. Jordan and Matt continued to lightly kiss each other’s feet, before laying back, out of breath.
After breathing heavily for a moment, Jordan put his hands to his face and laughed, euphoric that he had explored his deepest darkest gay fantasy. He had only ever dated girls but now he could never go back. Matt felt the same.
Jordan sat up and Matt followed suit. Both had slid so far to the middle of the couch that their cum-covered chests were almost touching when they sat up, breathing hotly into each other’s mouths. Their legs were haphazardly stacked on top of each other, making the moment intimate. Jordan reached behind himself and found Matt’s foot, stroking it slightly again and staying hard. Matt looked back at him and leaned forward.
The two men kissed - the first gay kiss for both. Matt rapped his arms around Jordan. They broke the kiss after a few minutes when their tongues had just started to explore each other’s mouths. Almost as if they snapped back to reality. A reality where they were two hotshot straight guys on campus.
“Do you have a towel or something?
“Uh, yeah, dude”
“Thanks
“I’ll see you later”
The cold words lingered in the air longer by after the moment off our ecstasy ended. Both men were left confused, not knowing what happened but knowing what they wanted - to be back under each other’s feet and blow a load like that again.
To be continued…
