thismisterman:“Hey man, don’t mind the smell, alright? I walked all the way downtown a
thismisterman: “Hey man, don’t mind the smell, alright? I walked all the way downtown and back and my feet are killing me,” my roomie said as I came out of my bedroom. He was teasing me and he knew it. A few weeks ago he had discovered me sniffing his socks out of the hamper and I was totally embarrassed. He was cool about it, actually, but had been giving me crap about it since then. “You’re not gonna go all crazy with my feet stinking up the room, are you?” he asked with a smile on his face. “Brian, don’t do this, ok, it’s not funny,” I pleaded. “Oh stop it dude, why are you denying it? My feet reek and you want to sniff them. Now get over here and lie down, so I can put them right in your face,” he demanded. The boner in my gym shorts was clearly giving me away. And the fact that the room was starting to smell like his feet already didn’t help. I inched closer and closer, finally bowing my head so I didn’t have to make eye contact, then laid on the floor under him. “Good job, boy. Now close your mouth and open your nose, these babies are ready for you.” -- source link