Rob lives across the hall from me in our apartment building. He works long hours in construction so we rarely pass each other by. But I always look forward to bumping into him because he’s so damn hot.
Probably my favorite thing about Rob, though, is that he has a specific habit of leaving his heavy work boots outside his door in the apartment hallway. What’s more, he usually leaves his worn socks tucked into them. We’re the only ones who live on our floor of the triple decker and we’ve discussed leaving stuff on our landing, so he knows I’m cool with it, especially in the winter months with all the salt and sand tracking. But he likes to leave them year-round - usually, he leaves all his shoes there, not just his boots.
From the first time I moved in I knew I would enjoy my time there. This is because the primary reason Rob left his shoes and socks out on the landing, I soon learned, was because of his huge foot odor problem. His boots and socks STANK. His on-and-off girlfriend can’t stand having them in the apartment when she stays there while they’re together, and he probably doesn’t want them stinking up his place when he has girls over when he and his girl are apart. In fact when I first visited the apartment while looking for a new place, the then-tenant of my apartment even warned me about it. “If you sign the lease here, just know that the other guy on the floor, Rob, leaves his boots out here in the hall … and they really smell.” He didn’t have to tell me … the smell was the first thing I noticed about the apartment hallway! Rob happened to walk out while I was there, and I saw how hot he was - and I felt the overwhelming desire to sniff his boots! In fact … it wasn’t a deciding factor, but it did maybe tip me over to renting here over other places.
Well now I’ve been living here about six months and Rob’s boots and socks are my favorite thing about this place. Rob’s job starts before dawn so he’s always in bed pretty early - which gives me plenty of opportunity to sneak into the hallway, sniff his boots, and take his socks into my apartment to huff on and jerk off to - with plenty of time to put them back when I’m done.
The first time I did this was one of the hottest experiences of my life. It was winter, so Rob was using his heavy duty boots, which evidently really made his feet sweat. Damn … when I lifted his socks out of his boots, they were crusty and actually heavy with sweat! I carefully put them in my pocket then held up his boot to my face, stuck my face in, and huffed deeply on them. Fuck … they were still warm, and the air I huffed was moist. The smell was deep and pungent. Rob must have had some smelly feet … but the boots were nothing compared to his socks. When I got back to my room to sniff and jerk off, my head spun when I put his socks to my face. They were rank!! Especially around the toes! I came in just two or three minutes sniffing them …. The first time. I jerked off to them three times that night before returning them.
I started doing this every night. And I noticed at least one contributing factor to Rob’s smelly boots and socks. He wasn’t just leaving his socks to dry out … I got to know his socks very well, and realized that he was wearing the same pair multiple times in a row … once I counted two weeks before he switched pairs.
This went on for a while. Every time I bumped into Rob my dick grew hard thinking about how good his socks stank. But one night, a few months ago, something happened. Rob caught me in the act. I was doing my nightly huffing of his boots when he stepped out of his apartment door. He caught me nose deep in his boots, his socks clenched in my hand!
I started to apologize. “I’m sorry, I just … uh …” but I didn’t have a good excuse. “I was just uh … there was a bit of a weird smell in the hallway and I was just wondering where it was coming from …”
Rob clearly wasn’t buying it. “You had your nose pretty deep in there buddy,” he said, “and you’re holding on to my socks there pretty tight.”
Damn. I tried to explain, “oh yeah … uh, well … it’s just …”
“It’s just … that you’re a kinky little freak who likes to get off on my nasty boots and socks?”
Oh man. He didn’t seem too happy. “Sorry Rob … I promise it won’t happen again …”
He gave me a pretty scary look. “Yeah you better hope it doesn’t.”
I started putting his boot and socks which I realized I was still holding down onto the floor. Then he spoke again “that is, unless you’re willing to make an arrangement.”
I looked up at him. “What sort of arrangement?”
“You can sniff up my nasty boots and socks … if you pay up. And agree to do some chores for me. I work some pretty tough hours doing rough work and I could use some help around the house especially since my girl and I broke up a month ago.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. That very evening I came into his apartment to start, after my first payment - a full case of beer and some weed. He wasn’t joking - it was a mess. Dirty clothes everywhere, piles of dishes. He sat down on his recliner, propped up the foot rest, turned on the tv, and started drinking a can of beer and rolling up a joint. “I’ll enjoy these while you get to work,” he said. I could barely take my eyes off his massive bare feet propped up on the recliner. Fuck, they were big, and wide and beefy. I swore I could catch whiffs of them too. Rob noticed me staring. “Hey — eyes on the chores, perv. These paws aren’t for you.”
I worked on the dishes and laundry and sweeping for the next few hours, my dick hard the whole time looking at his feet. Rob was pretty buzzed and high by the time I was done. He took a look around. “Not bad — you cleaned up pretty well. I think this’ll be a good arrangement.” He sat back down on the recliner. “If you keep up the good work, I might even let you rub my tired feet one day.” I think he saw my dick twitch in my pants, and he chuckled. “Yeah I bet you’d like that.”
But that’s all I got; he said the night was over. I went to my place, grabbing his socks from his boots on the way, my reward for my hard work. I jerked off furiously that night, sniffing his socks and thinking about those amazing meaty soles I’d just spent the last few hours staring at.
Every night that week I came over bringing beer and weed and ready for my chores - cleaning, sweeping, vacuuming, scrubbing in the bathroom, and my favorite, laundry - while Rob sat back and drank and smoked. On Friday, the end of my first week, Rob was real tired. It was an especially long day at work and he needed to unwind. He sat down on the recliner to watch tv and play video games and drink the beer I brought and smoke up. He was happy to have the weekend off.
I finished up my chores pretty quickly. “All done Rob, hope I did a good job.” Rob was pretty relaxed by this point, a few beers and two joints in. “Good job. You make a good little house fag.” He yawned. “You know, you been doing such a good job, I think it might be time to reward you with something special. I’m feeling pretty generous tonight … and my feet are really sore.”
I gulped. “You want me to help with that?”
He laughed. “Yeah I knew that would excite you. You really are a little foot freak aren’t you. Yeah I know you can barely keep your eyes off them … yeah, alright, get down there and massage them.”
Yes! I immediately knelt down in front of his propped up feet while he kept watching tv. My hands were trembling as I grabbed onto his huge bare feet and started rubbing them. Rob sighed - “yeah that does feel good. Keep that up.” I rubbed his meaty feet, damn they were hot! I felt myself leaning closer and closer to them. I could smell them, faintly, and couldn’t help myself from trying to get a deeper whiff. “Nuh uh uh, I didn’t tell you you could sniff, buddy,” Rob said, snapping me out of it. “I’m not feeling that generous. Just massage them. You can sniff your hands afterwards.” I massaged them for half an hour, my dick rock hard, before he let me go for the night. It was torturous being so close to his feet and not being able to sniff them! But my hands stank of them for a long while afterwards!
From then on he had me massage them every night after my chores. The next Friday, about half an hour into the massage, Rob fell asleep. The mix of booze and pot and the massage and exhaustion took him out. I stared at the giant feet in my hands as I heard him lightly snore. Fuck, I thought. He’s out cold. This might be my chance to finally ….
I was nervous about it but couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward until my nose was about an inch from Rob’s sleeping feet. I sniffed from that distance, afraid to get closer. Damn … damn! I thought his socks stank. But his bare feet were … fuck I felt myself leaking as I sniffed as hard as I could without touching his feet and waking him up.
But I guess I was sniffing too loud. Rob’s voice started, “are you trying to sniff my feet? I thought I told you no sniffing … this is a massage not a scratch and sniff.”
He chuckled. “You really need to sniff them, don’t you? Ha ha … well, I guess you have been behaving well the past few weeks. Is that what you really want? To sniff up my smelly bare feet?”
My mouth was dry and my dick was leaking as I panted out “yeah, yeah I do Rob, I really want to sniff your feet, if you’ll let me …”
“Oh boy you’re like a little pup aren’t ya, desperate to sniff your masters smelly feet … alright buddy, tonight’s your lucky night. Go ahead and sniff them.”
“Thank you sir,” I said as I dove my nose right under his toes and started hungrily sniffing. They were moist and sweaty, muscular but soft and meaty, easy to bury my nose in … and they stank. Rob’s feet really stank. They had that delicious manly, sweaty, heady stink to them. I sniffed them for about an hour; Rob even fell asleep again halfway, as I had my way with his feet, huffing on them. I barely had to touch myself to finally cum all over the inside of my pants.
I guess in my excitement and hungry desperate sniffing while I climaxed, I woke Rob up again. I heard him say “oh boy, you’ve gone and made a mess of yourself there, haven’t ya buddy. Oh man … what are we gonna do with ya … you really need my smelly feet bad, don’t ya.”
I panted out a “yes,” still coming down from my orgasm, my nose still nestled between his rank toes, gently breathing in his foot stink. “I really need your smelly feet sir …”
Rob said “oh boy … yeah, I can tell … well pup I’m gonna go to bed now. But I’ll tell ya what … you can sniff my feet while I sleep. I’ll let you sniff them every night while I sleep in fact … but in addition to the booze and weed and house chores, you’ve also gotta do my other chores - buy my groceries, clean the car, dry cleaning …and you’re paying for any dates I have in the future too …”
I willingly accepted. And I spent the rest of the night sniffing his huge smelly feet while he slept. Must have jerked off another four or five times! It’s been like that every night since …
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