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“Heh - you actually like the stink of my feet huh?” I nodded slowly, my eyes transfixed on my friend’s husband’s feet. My coworker Sarah had invited me to hang out that night. I’d met her husband already, of course, and I always had a bit of a crush on him. He was also pretty fun to hang out with - sometimes he even stuck around with me and Sarah; he didn’t mind her spending time with her new gay coworker bestie.

Tonight she and I were watching some dumb reality show and he came by to join for a bit. As soon as he kicked off his shoes and put his socked feet up on the couch, I was transfixed. I could actually smell them from where I was - he had some smelly socks! Even Sarah piped up. “C’mon Steve you’re really going to put your smelly feet up when we have a guest over?” She turned to me and said “Steve’s got a bit of a smelly foot problem, I’m sorry, I’ll get him to put those away.” Quickly - but not too eagerly I hoped - I said “oh don’t worry I can’t smell anything” and chuckled. Steve laughed. “See Sarah? Not everyone hates my smelly feet as much as you do!” I spent the next half hour trying to discretely inhale as much of his amazing foot stink as I could from a distance. Fuck I wanted to lean over and get my nose right into those socks!

At one point Sarah got a phone call from her sister. “Oh shoot - I have to take this,” she said and left. Her sister was just a few days from giving birth so they were in pretty constant communication. When she’d gone into the room I sat awkwardly with Steve, trying hard not to stare too hard at his feet. But I guess I wasn’t being as slick as I thought.

“You like my socks or something?” He said. I was a bit shocked and didn’t respond right away, and started fumbling some words and he chuckled and said “ha or maybe they really do stink - sorry about that!” He started putting his feet off the couch when I quickly stopped him and kind of loudly yelled out “no!” He looked at me, a bit surprised … then he smirked. “Or maybe the problem is … you like the smell, huh?” I didn’t know what to say … then he smirked. “Well well well … Sarah’s little gay friend is into my smelly feet. What are we going to do about that?”

To be continued …

smellytoes88

Steve gave me a mischievous, teasing grin. Damn it was sexy. He knew he was in total control. He moved his socked foot up closer to me. “So what do you wanna do huh?” He asked. “If I put my foot right here — what does that make you wanna do?” He moved his foot closer to me. My mouth was dry as I stammered “I - I- uh …”

“Go ahead. Sniff it. Sniff my sock. I know you want to.” I nervously looked over to their closed bedroom door where Sarah was. Steve said “oh don’t worry, Sarah’s still on the phone with her sister - they usually talk for a good ten minutes at least. We’ve got time.”

I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed his ankle and brought his reeking socked foot up to my face … and buried my face straight into Steve’s socked sole. Damn his sock reeked. It smelled so much more intense and amazing up close. “Yeah you like that? You like my smelly sock?” He teased. I could only mumble an “uh huh,” as I greedily sniffed his sock. After about a minute he said “ok ok - calm down little piggy. We don’t want you blowing your load over a sock. Not when we both know this is what you really want …” and he proceeded to take his sock off, revealing his beautiful huge masculine foot. I was salivating … “yeah, now this is what you want,” Steve said. “You wanna sniff my smelly bare foot don’t ya you perverted little pup?” I nodded eagerly - my tongue was even hanging out limply from my mouth … “alright little perv, go for it. Sniff my bare foot.”

I pressed my nose right between his toes and was overcome by the stink of his smelly toes. Fuck they were sharp … so smelly … fuck he had a stinky foot … I hungrily sniffed Steve’s foot until … until … I came. Right in my pants.

He laughed. “Look at that. You better go clean yourself off as best you can before Sarah gets back. But here take one more sniff before you do.” I obeyed and enjoyed a few last, long sniffs before going to clean up.

It definitely was not the last time …

jockfootstories

Goofing around with your friend, lying on the ground, you playfully admit defeat. He stands on either side of your chest and raises his arms in victory. Always wanting to be the dominant one. He smirks down at you, lifts one bare foot up, and slowly cushions it fully on your face. He positions his foot so that your nose is smooshed into the middle. Feeling his toes tap your forehead, you lay there motionless, letting his foot be victorious. He shakes your face some with his sole and sarcastically asks,”You like the foot?” You move your face slightly against his foot and feel him drag the bottom down till his toes squeeze your nose. He grins some more and says,” Smell it.” You obey.

sniffthatsmellysocks

college-masculinity

Male bonding

joeymariposa95

barefootedwonder

smellytoes88

I found the stud while I was out hiking. I saw him lounging at his camp, and couldn’t get over how cute he was. So I stayed close by, close enough to keep an eye on him, and set up my own camp. That afternoon I smelled weed coming from his camp - fella was getting high, so I decided to walk over like I hadn’t noticed him. He apologized for the smell but I told him don’t worry, I wanted to join in fact if he was down.

So we smoked. He lounged in his hammock while I sat by the fire. Fellas name was Jake and he clearly loved getting really high. He ended up passing out in his hammock, still in his coat and hiking boots. It was pretty chilly.

I took my chance. Jake was totally greened out, even shaking him didn’t budge him. He must have burned through half an ounce and was out for the count. So I walked up to his feet … and pulled off the sleeping hiker’s heavy boots. It was chilly out, but damn did his boots make his feet sweat! The air that came out of his shoes hit my face like a wave. It was hot, moist air …. And fuck did it smell good. I huffed deep on his boot while I stared at my boy Jake’s sleeping socked feet. They were visibly soaked through. Jake told me he had been out camping for about a week, and from the looks (and smells) of it, buddy hadn’t changed his socks that entire time. By the time I pressed my nose right into his wet sweaty stinking socked feet, my boner was hard enough to break rocks. Fuck this dude had smelly socks.

Then I pulled them off. I stared at his bare feet while he slept peacefully in his hammock, totally unaware that some perv was getting off on the stink of his feet. He had some beautiful soles. They weren’t dirty - just sweaty … and the stink …. I pressed my nose deep against his soles and inhaled. The stink of this stud’s bare feet after a week of hiking and camping had my dick leaking like a faucet. Jake’s toes had that amazing sharp masculine vinegary smell. I couldn’t get enough of it, hungrily breathing in his scent. Even in the chilly air they stayed warm and sweaty as I sniffed them and jerked off. Fuck buddy …. I could sniff your rank feet for days! After twenty minutes of sniffing I felt my orgasm rising … it was deep inhale … stroke my dick … deep inhale … stroke my dick …. Sniff … stroke … sniff … stroke … fuck, buddy … your foot … fuck it stinks … fuck it’s so smelly … sniff … sniff …. SNIFF …. I came, right as I was sniffing between his big and second toe. I kept my nose there as wave after wave of cum spurted out of me. Sniff … sniff ….

Jake was out for a few more hours, during which I came three or four more times sniffing his bare feet. He woke up nine the wiser. We hung out and got high a lot more the rest of that week … and now Jake and I are regular camping buddies. The pothead still gets high on every trip. And his feet have never failed to live up to the stink of that first time I met him. Whether he’s out from an afternoon toke or deep into high-induced slumber for the night, I get to cum like a fire hose while sniffing up his incredibly smelly bare feet.

joeymariposa95

Public foot perv strikes again, smelling and licking 20something-year-old dude's bare feet behind a building

toessolesfeet

pumbafeet2022

smellytoes88

My roommate isn’t really all that into letting me sniff his smelly feet. But it’s such an easy arrangement for him — all he has to do is wear the same socks for a few days and his already naturally smelly feet really began to reek - and as long as his feet stank and he let me sniff them, he could count on cutting his rent in half each month. It was worth the 20 minutes a day he had to endure me huffing hungrily on his toes. And sure he also has to deal with me sniffing his bare feet while he sleeps as part of the arrangement. But I make sure to call myself and keep quiet at night. Those are always my best orgasms.

barefootedwonder

smellytoes88

I found the stud while I was out hiking. I saw him lounging at his camp, and couldn’t get over how cute he was. So I stayed close by, close enough to keep an eye on him, and set up my own camp. That afternoon I smelled weed coming from his camp - fella was getting high, so I decided to walk over like I hadn’t noticed him. He apologized for the smell but I told him don’t worry, I wanted to join in fact if he was down.

So we smoked. He lounged in his hammock while I sat by the fire. Fellas name was Jake and he clearly loved getting really high. He ended up passing out in his hammock, still in his coat and hiking boots. It was pretty chilly.

I took my chance. Jake was totally greened out, even shaking him didn’t budge him. He must have burned through half an ounce and was out for the count. So I walked up to his feet … and pulled off the sleeping hiker’s heavy boots. It was chilly out, but damn did his boots make his feet sweat! The air that came out of his shoes hit my face like a wave. It was hot, moist air …. And fuck did it smell good. I huffed deep on his boot while I stared at my boy Jake’s sleeping socked feet. They were visibly soaked through. Jake told me he had been out camping for about a week, and from the looks (and smells) of it, buddy hadn’t changed his socks that entire time. By the time I pressed my nose right into his wet sweaty stinking socked feet, my boner was hard enough to break rocks. Fuck this dude had smelly socks.

Then I pulled them off. I stared at his bare feet while he slept peacefully in his hammock, totally unaware that some perv was getting off on the stink of his feet. He had some beautiful soles. They weren’t dirty - just sweaty … and the stink …. I pressed my nose deep against his soles and inhaled. The stink of this stud’s bare feet after a week of hiking and camping had my dick leaking like a faucet. Jake’s toes had that amazing sharp masculine vinegary smell. I couldn’t get enough of it, hungrily breathing in his scent. Even in the chilly air they stayed warm and sweaty as I sniffed them and jerked off. Fuck buddy …. I could sniff your rank feet for days! After twenty minutes of sniffing I felt my orgasm rising … it was deep inhale … stroke my dick … deep inhale … stroke my dick …. Sniff … stroke … sniff … stroke … fuck, buddy … your foot … fuck it stinks … fuck it’s so smelly … sniff … sniff …. SNIFF …. I came, right as I was sniffing between his big and second toe. I kept my nose there as wave after wave of cum spurted out of me. Sniff … sniff ….

Jake was out for a few more hours, during which I came three or four more times sniffing his bare feet. He woke up nine the wiser. We hung out and got high a lot more the rest of that week … and now Jake and I are regular camping buddies. The pothead still gets high on every trip. And his feet have never failed to live up to the stink of that first time I met him. Whether he’s out from an afternoon toke or deep into high-induced slumber for the night, I get to cum like a fire hose while sniffing up his incredibly smelly bare feet.

smellytoes88

Ever since my sister decided she was going to leave him for being a bum and kicked him out of the house, my soon-to-be-ex brother in law Caleb has been living at my place. My sister didn’t really care I was giving him a place to live as long as he wasn’t taking up space in her apartment.

I always liked Caleb, and not just because I thought he was cute as all fuck and I’ve fantasized endlessly about sniffing his huge masculine feet. So, I was happy to let him stay with me while he got back on his feet (and so I might have a chance to get at them!).

The first couple of weeks went great. I enjoyed playing video games, watching movies, and getting high with Caleb. Plus I got to steal his rank socks from the hamper and had some great jerking off sessions with them.

I did start to see why my sister thought he was a bum though. He didn’t bother looking for a job, he just wanted to hang around the house all day and night. Plus, he wasn’t the best with personal hygiene. Not that I was complaining. Instead of washing his socks he just recycled them from his laundry hamper whenever he thought they weren’t smelly anymore (though they always were). In fact Caleb didn’t even shower that often - and his feet especially got smelly. I knew because every time he took them out of his moccasins or slipped his shoes and wet socks off after a run, I could smell his foot funk fill the living room.

It was amazing. And Caleb seemed nose blind to his own foot stink, which also worked in my favor. Whenever we hung out which was every night I could enjoy his rank foot odor without even having to get too close. I usually had to hide my boner under a couch pillow.

One night we were drinking and getting a bit high, I was sitting next to him on the couch on his left, when he mentioned that one thing he did not miss about my sister was that she was always complaining and nagging him about how bad his feet stank.

“Seriously she was always like, Caleb, your gross feet are stinking up the room, blah blah blah. I mean it’s not my fault I have smelly feet, ya know?” He said.

“Yeah for sure man, that sounds annoying,” I said.

“I mean, even after showering she said my feet still smelled. She’s try to buy me new slippers constantly but within a week she said they were ripe again. Oh well. I don’t even think they smell that bad, she was just exaggerating,” Caleb said. “I mean I’ve been living here for three weeks and it’s not like you’ve ever complained about my feet! So they can’t stink that bad, right?” He asked.

I gulped a bit. “Nah man they don’t stink, I’ve never noticed them.”

But Caleb looked at me a bit confused and laughed. “Haha really? I mean … I don’t think they’re bad enough to warrant all your sister’s nagging, but I know they definitely stink. You really don’t smell them? Even after I take off my moccs?”

“Seriously I don’t even notice them.”

“Oh, so you do think they smell bad, you just don’t care.” He shrugged. “You must have nostrils of steel. Hell I think I can smell them right now. You really can’t smell them?” He lifted his leg off the coffee table and held his huge foot right near my face.

Fuck. Caleb’s intense foot odor immediately wafted into my nose. Damn his huge foot smelled good! This was the closest I’d ever been to his bare foot. I’d thought about sniffing his feet while he slept since he’s a heavy sleeper but I always chickened out. I was transfixed by his incredible sexy sole, his toes. I couldn’t stop staring at them and was involuntarily taking his foot stink in with deep breaths.

Before I could even respond I heard him laugh. “Haha dude are you into that? I don’t think you can’t smell my feet — I think you LIKE the smell!”

I was caught! “Man Caleb sorry I don’t wanna be weird about it - seriously I don’t think …”

But he interrupted me. “Is that why you’re so chill with me bumming around your house? Because you get to enjoy my foot stink all day?” I thought for a second he was mad but instead he laughed again. “Man that’s crazy. Your sister couldn’t stand my feet and I guess you can’t get enough of them!” He stuck his smelly left bare foot in my face again. My eyes fluttered as I took another involuntary whiff of his foot funk. “Damn, my feet have really got you good, haven’t they?” He pushed his left foot even closer until it was half an inch away from my face … and I leaned in and pressed my nose right against his bare foot! His sole was soft and a bit moist and sweaty. He’d been wearing his moccs all day and they’d kept his feet extra smelly. I was finally sniffing Caleb’s smelly foot up close and it was all I thought it would be and more. I looked over at his cute handsome face. Looking into those sexy eyes filled me with embarrassment but also made me sniff even harder. Fuck Caleb’s fucking cute. And …. his foot actually stank more than I had fantasized it would! Fuck!

Caleb shook his head. “Man oh man … what are we gonna do now haha. What are we gonna do with you now …” he smirked at me as I grabbed his ankle and kept huffing on his bare foot. “What are we gonna do …” he shifted his weight on the couch … and used his other foot to tap my raging boner which I just noticed was stick straight up through my pants! “Boy oh boy what are we gonna do with ya…” he repeated as I sniffed one of his bare feet and he kept slapping my dick through my pajamas with his other. “You know I was looking for jobs this week, even got a few interviews lined up. Figured I would start working and find my own cheap apartment to get out of your hair. But I bet you don’t want me to leave, huh buddy?” I couldn’t even respond I was too enraptured by his foot stink! My hips were bucking involuntarily as his right foot started slowly massaging my cock. Fuck that felt good!!!

I whimpered “no Caleb - don’t - don’t leave …”, stammering between deep sniffs between his toes. Caleb chuckled. “Nah buddy I don’t think I will. How could I leave when you clearly need my smelly man feet this desperately? It would simply be wrong of me to deprive you of this.” He rubbed my cock harder with his right bare foot and I felt myself squirt precum. Then he used his toes to open the fly of my pajamas … “my my my what do we have here … alright buddy don’t worry I’ve gotcha … I know you need this.” And he used his foot and toes to release my rock hard dick through the flap in my underwear! He rubbed his huge masculine foot right into my precum and used it to stroke my dick, rubbing his sole against my shaft and clutching his toes nice and tight right around my dick head. Fuck!!! His foot felt incredible! I was bucking trying to hump his foot, the whole while keeping my nose buried in his left foot and inhaling his intense foot stink. I whimpered again “yeah … yeah Caleb … fuck I need that … you can’t … you can’t leave …”

Caleb shook his head playfully. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ve gotcha. I ain’t goin nowhere. That’s it. Just let my big foot take care of that for ya. You just keep sniffing that smelly foot nice and deep and you just let me take care of that dick of yours. That’s right let me massage that load out of ya. Bet my foot feels good against your cock, doesn’t it? Yeah my foot stink’s really making ya precum, isn’t it? Oh boy … no, I can’t leave. You need this. You need to let me live in your house for free - because you need my smelly feet in your face and on your cock. Alright buddy … oh boy are you about to cum? You’re gonna cum aren’t ya?” He tightened his toes over my sensitive dick head and stroked my shaft with his sole harder and pressed his other foot tighter onto my face. Fuck I couldn’t control it. His bare foot felt so good against my dick … his toes around my head ….. fuck I was bucking my hips trying to hump Caleb’s right foot harder … and I was desperately huffing up his foot stink. I felt it coming … it was coming … I looked at his handsome fuckin face as I sniffed his foot and I felt it coming ….

Caleb’s furrowed his cute brow a bit. “Oh yeah buddy … oh I can feel it, here it comes. I know you need this. That’s right, don’t worry, just keep sniffing my foot, I’m gonna get that load out of ya. That’s it … that’s it … hump my foot …. Yeah you like my toes around your cock? Feels good? Smells good?”

I was going wild. “Fuck Caleb! Your foot … stinks so good … oh fuck oh fuck …”

Caleb sped up his grip on my cock with his right foot and kept his left one on my face, tightening his toes around my nose. “Alright … Come on buddy, let’s see ya come … I know, I know you’re almost there …. Almost … almost …… And ….. thereeee we go.” I started cumming uncontrollably, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into his toes and huffing his foot stink through my nose and mouth. I came for what felt like five whole minutes, never taking my face off his smelly left foot, and he kept his right foot on my sensitive post-orgasm dick the whole time, gently rubbing my cum against it, making me shudder with pleasure at the intense feeling.

Caleb smiled. “Feel better buddy?” Then he lowered his feet. “Ya made a bit of a mess. But that’s ok dude. I’m very glad we cleared things up. It’s good to know I don’t need to find a new place any time soon, or pick up a job. I know you’ll take care of me buddy. And I’ll make sure to take very good care of you, too. Whenever you need it ...”

It was the start of a beautiful and mutually beneficial friendship. Every night I was rewarded for my hospitality with an incredible foot job, and Caleb’s sweaty smelly feet. Oh, I’d be keeping him around as long as I could.