PART 3
A couple of weeks go by. I've still been using Josh's sock almost every time I jerk off. The musty smell of his sweaty feet is now well mixed with the scent of my own cum.
We've seen each other pretty regularly since that day, studying together and just generally hanging out more. Josh convinced me that I needed to exercise more. My "skinny twig legs..." (I swear they're not that skinny!) "...need some working out!" He said.
I call round to his room. I'm anxious in case I trip and fall or something and make a fool of myself but also excited to be working out with him.
I knock on the door but open it at the same time before he answers. "Woah! Just letting yourself in now?" He says with a grin. "I could've been butt naked!" Fuck. Dont say that! I'm only wearing a pair of thin shorts. If I get hard it will definitely be noticeable. He's sitting on his bed pulling on a pair of white ankle socks. He's wearing a sleeveless tshirt and a pair of long loose basketball shorts. "Well, at least you would be putting on a show for the people in the hall. I could charge and make some money. Jiggly Josh's Strip Show!" I say with a fake booming voice like a presenter. He laughs as he stands up. He turns around with his back to me and the door and starts to shake his ass. "Oh! Mmmm! You like this baby?!" I start laughing at his silly attempt at a tease but also yes, I really do like it! "Woo! Take it off! Take it all off!" He laughs and straightens up again. "OK. That'll be 50 dollars!" He says as he holds out his hand. I slap his hand away and say "For that?! You didn't even take anything off!" He acts shocked. "Fine! But you owe me!" He says narrowing his eyes and grinning. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Are we running or not?" I turn and head into the hall. Him shaking his ass and the "you owe me" has got me excited. I can feel my cock throb in my shorts. Shit. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard.
We stretch a little and head off for the run. Its not quite as bad as I thought it would be. Besides, if I fall behind a little I get to watch jiggly Josh's jiggly ass clap in his shorts. We're out for a while and take a loop around to end up back near Josh's. We get inside his room and he winces a little as he pulls off his sneakers. "Eugh, I really need new running shoes. These ones are worn the hell out!" Almost immediately the small room starts to fill with the sweaty smell of his feet. I'm tired from the run but thats not enough to stop me from getting excited. His white ankle socks are a little dirty from his sneakers and cling to his big feet where they're wet with sweat. He flops down on his bed and I sit on the floor with my back against the side of the bed. I'm closer to the end and the smell of his sweat is strong. "That wasn't too bad." I say, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "I told you! If you keep it up though make sure to invest in good running shoes. Those ones are killing me now." I look at his shoes and they are pretty beat up. He runs often so it's no surprise. "Hey... you know how you owe me money for that fantastic show I did for you?" He barely lifts his head from the pillow to look down at me. "I'm not buying you new shoes!" I say with a laugh. "Fine..." he chuckles "...but could you at least rub my feet for me?" Fuck, is he serious? My cock was already semi-hard from the smell but this suggestion has got it growing again. I turn around to face him so that my hips are against the bed. My throbbing cock growing in my shorts and pressed against his mattress. I try to sound disinterested"Are you serious? I'm not touching your sweaty feet!" I look down at his white socks. A little dirty and very sweaty. Please don't let this go Josh. Please make me touch your feet! "Aww come on. Pleeeeease? Surely that's more than fair for my outstanding performance?" He grins at me. "My feet really are sore and I swear I'll help you more with exercise and stuff. Please?!" He makes sad puppy-dog eyes at me. "Eugh, fine! But only this once! This isn't happening every time we go for a run!" Fuck, it really is happening. I edge down the bed. I cant stand up or he'll see me pitching a tent in these shorts. "I swear I won't ask again!" He says with a big grin as he wiggles his toes. I roll my eyes at him. Trying my best to act like I'm not loving this.
I get to the foot of the bed and the smell from his feet is intoxicating. My cock is rock hard in my shorts. I reach out and wrap my hands around one foot. His sock is wet with sweat and still warm to the touch. I begin working my thumbs in circles on his sole. The smell of sweat and the feel of his feet beneath my fingers is amazing. I look up at him but he has his head back down on his pillow. I lean down and put my face a fraction away from his foot and breathe it in. The hot sweaty smell is driving me crazy. I let go of his foot with one hand and slide it down the waistband of my shorts and boxers. I slowly stroke my cock as I massage his foot with my other hand. My boxers are wet and sticky. A mix of sweat and precum. Fuck I want to taste his feet. Sniff his socks while i run my tounge over his sole. I take my hand out of my shorts, afraid he'll wonder why I'm not using both. My precum covered fingers wrap around his foot again. My precum mixing in with the sweat from his sock. Just like the one I have at my place. I push my hips into his mattress again, my hard cock forced up against it. It takes me a moment to realise but I'm slowly grinding up against the mattress as I rub his feet. My precum covered cock sliding back and forth against the fabric of my boxers as my mind runs wild with fantasies.
I reach down and peel off one of his socks. I press it against my nose for a quick second and breathe it in. I look down at his beautiful bare feet, slick with sweat. I'm dying to run my tounge all over it. Lap up every bead of sweat. Sucking on his toes as I work my tounge between them.
I hear him shuffle and I look away from his feet, up towards him. Past his toned, lightly hairy legs. Past those loose shorts; too long to see up them but thin enough to make out the bugle in his briefs. Past his stomach where the tshirt clings to his chest. Then I realise he has raised himself up on his elbows and is looking down the length of himself staring at me. In one hand I'm gripping his soft, sweaty foot and in the other his damp, dirty sock. He smirks and nods his head towards the hand holding the sock. "Not going to steal that one too, are you?"
