Sex stories

“Oh my God,” Peter said to himself, as he stepped into the apartment that he shared with his roommate, Jack. “I am so tired, utterly exhausted. What a day at work, endless phone calls, endless emails with complaints from customers, and then that long ridiculous meeting in my boss’s office with the company’s newest customers. My feeling is, those new customers are going to be very demanding, JEEZ!!! All I want to do right now is sleep for maybe an hour or so and then I’ll have a lite dinner. I’m too tired even to cook at that moment.”
Peter tossed his navy-blue suit jacket on a living room chair, took off his tie, tossed it onto the chair with his suit jacket, unbuttoned the first few top buttons of his white dress shirt and sat down on the couch.
As he slid his loafers off his feet, Peter called out, “Jack!!! I’m home!!! I’m going to conk out on the couch before I have dinner!!”
Sitting there, waiting for a response from his roommate, who Peter figured was in his room, the young man heard only silence.
“Jack? Are you home?” Peter called out again.
To himself then, Peter said, “He probably got stuck late at work again. Jeez, climbing the corporate ladder can really suck sometimes.”
As he was about to stretch out and lie down on the couch, Peter suddenly smelled the mucky scent that was wafting up at him from his loafers and his sheer, TNT-style dark blue OTC dress socks, that he had been wearing since 6:00 AM that morning, assaulting his nostrils.
“OH MY, my feet stink,” Peter said to himself. “I hope the smell dissipates before Jack gets home.”
With that, Peter lay down on his stomach, put his head on a couch pillow and pulled a cushion over his head.
Moments later, he was sound asleep.
Fifteen minutes later, Peter’s roommate, Jack, came home from work, stepping into the apartment and locking the door behind him.
“Hey Peter, I’m home, dude!” Jack called out as he walked toward the living room.
When he saw Peter laid out on the couch and softly snoring under the cushion over his head, he chuckled a bit softly and said, “HEH, looks like someone had a rough workday.”
As he was headed toward his room, taking off his suit jacket as he walked, Jack smelled the strong pungent odor emanating from Peter’s loafers on the floor and from his sheer socked feet as well.
Tossing his suit jacket on the same chair that Peter had thrown his earlier, loosening his tie, Jack said to himself, “Damn, my roommate sure has stinky feet, but holy shit, the smell is also appealing somehow, in a sordid sense.”
Jack quickly got his tie off, tossed it on the chair, just as Peter had done, unbuttoned the first few top buttons of his white shirt…
…and then…
…unbelievable to himself that he was doing it, stepped over to where Peter’s sheer socked feet were splayed on the couch, leaned in close to them…
…and sniffed them heartily.
“Oh fuck,” Jack whispered in a lusty tone and as he sniffed more at Peter’s feet, especially just under his socked toes, he felt his cock engorging in his suit pants. “DAMN, his sheer socks that he loves wearing smell so funky and musty…leathery too…”
Making sure Peter was still asleep, Jack picked up one of the man’s loafers, pressed it over his nose and mouth and inhaled deeply…
…and as he did, he made soft crooning sounds of pleasure.
“My God,” Jack whispered into Peter’s loafer, holding it tighter over his nose and mouth and inhaling deeper with each breath. “Fuck, who ever thought I would find my roommate’s smelly shoes and sheer socks to be a fucking boner making turn-on?”
Jack stuck his tongue out, pressed the loafer harder over his nose and mouth, and began licking the inside it, his other hand massaging the bulge in his suit pants, and goosebumps breaking out all over him.
“Oh yeah, yeah, funky foot stink my roommate has, so masculinely smelling too,” Jack huffed…
…and without thinking about it, placed Peter’s loafer back on the floor, picked up the other one and as he had done with the first one, pressed it over his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply once again…
…and still massaging the bulge in his suit pants.
On the couch, Peter stirred a bit in his sleep, but seconds later was settled down again.
Grinning at his roommate with the man’s second loafer over his nose and mouth, Jack said to himself, “Yeah, that’s it Petey boy, stay asleep. Give me all the time I need here. How fortunate that that real estate agency hooked us up with this apartment”
When he’d had enough of breathing in the scents from Peter’s other loafer, although he doubted that he would ever really get enough, because what Jack was thinking at that moment was what a great relationship he and Peter were going to have going forward, or so he hoped.
He stopped massaging his erection in his suit pants, not wanting to cum, or at least, not wanting to cum just yet…
…Jack placed Peter’s other loafer back on the floor, hunkered himself up against the side of the couch at his roommate’s sheer socked feet, leaned down, inhaled deeply and his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
“MMMMMMMM…my buddies would probably think I’m some sort of a nut here,” Jack chided himself and sniffed the bottoms of Peter’s sheer socked feet, as if his life depended on it. “But then again, those buddies of mine can be so raunchy at times that maybe they would love Peter’s smelly feet and shoes as much as I’m loving them right now.”
As gently as possible, Jack pressed his nose against the section of Peter’s left foot just under the man’s toes…
…and breathed in heavily, almost violently it seemed to the young executive.
“FUCK, I would be happy to be a slave to Peter’s feet,” Jack said to himself. “Or maybe I could make this guy my slave in making sure his feet always stink. Yeah, make him my slave. HEH, make him wear the same pair of sheer socks for days in a row and then present those stinking numbers on his feet to me, oh fuck yeah…YEAH…”
Jack then began planting delicate, light pecking kisses up and down and up and down the bottom of Peter’s left sheer socked foot…
“HHHHHHUUUUUHHH, MMMMMMM, so good, so fucking amazingly good…” Jack whispered in short breaths as he kissed and inhaled and kissed and inhaled the bottom of Peter’s sheer socked foot. “Nice beefy smelly sheer socked feet my roommate has…”