whatshewontdo: “Feel better now?” He asked me. I couldn’t answer or think about anything else but th
whatshewontdo: “Feel better now?” He asked me. I couldn’t answer or think about anything else but the beautiful scent coming from his foot. The still-damp fabric covered my nose. His foot felt so warm and so soft. “It’s ok. You don’t have to answer. Just keep inhaling… I know you need it my beautiful boy.” He said quietly. I could hear the sounds of him jerking off, but I kept my eyes closed. Breathing him in and out. It had all started as a joke. I came home one day, a ball of stress and anxiety. There he was, sweaty hair matted to his forehead. He must’ve been playing basketball after work. We were easy roommates. Never fought. Never behind on bills. I sat next to him on th sofa, he lifted his arm and the scent of him me. I turned my head quickly to look at his pit. “Shit sorry man, no deodorant and hot sun. I’m a lil rank. I’ll go do something about it,” he said. “It’s ok! Honestly doesn’t a man’s armpit funk have something to calm you down or something? I’ll try just about anything to relax at this point!” I said with a little chuckle. He lifted his arm and blew across his pit in my direction. “How’s that? Calming?” He said in a full laugh. “Oof! Pungent. But, yes I am unwound,” I said giggling and leaning back. It became a regular thing. Whenever he was sweaty he walk past and blow his funk in my direction. “Breathe the calm” he say laughing. “My eyes are watering from how calm I am” I’d say with a cough. Sitting next to eachother on the too small, but free couch, it escalated. “How about feet?” He asked. “Hmm? What are asking?” I replied. “Do feet have that calmy stinky stuff?” He asked. “Oh! I dunno… I don’t even know if that’s real man,” I answered. He nodded for a second his handsome face lost in thought. “But, my pits DO calm you down, haven’t you noticed?” He said. He sounded different, there was a different timbre in his voice. “I thought that was just a thing you were doing if your pits were rank,” I replied. “My pits are always rank dude, and I’ve been blowing it at you when I see you with that crumpled up forehead looking nervous for no reason. You laugh but you’re always chilled out after,” he said. I stared at him I couldn’t talk, friends we’re just friends I kept thinking. “Any way my feet are about to be rank when I kick off my shoes and I was wondering if it would calm you down or something, because I really wanna put my feet up in your lap.” He said. “Uh- it’s fine… actually I’ll just- it’ll calm me down but, there’s a chance It’ll make me hard and that’s embarrassing enough but you should know.” I was a mess. A grin spread across his lips. He kicked off his sneakers and put his big feet in my lap. He rubbed them on my thigh. I moaned. “How’s that my beautiful boy?” He asked. Once again I was silent. I think a small mmm came from my throat. He picked a foot up and pushed it in my face. Heaven. As he pulled it down and I came back from my head rush. I realized he was pulling off his basketball shorts. God he was gorgeous, his hair, his body, and his quickly growing cock. I was in a full trance. He spread his legs wider, put his hands behind his head exposing his pits, and said “I think there’re a lot of places on me you sniff that will calm you down.” -- source link