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Caught By My Hot Roommate
My freshman year of college, like most guys, I lived in the dorms. Before I moved in I hoped that my roommate wouldn't be hot, because I knew I'd go crazy if he was and I couldn't touch him. I got my roommate's personal info, and it said his name was Nathan, but no other information was given, not even a last name... oh, if only they showed a picture of him, I thought.
Eventually the first day of college came and I had to move in. I got there rather late, so when I got to my room, no one was in there but there was stuff already on one side of the room. Clothes neatly hung in one of the closets, and a computer was already set up on one of the desks. The bed was done, in contrast to my side which was bare and empty. There were empty boxes all over the room, so I assumed my roommate had already finished unpacking and was somewhere.
Then I noticed the posters all over the wall... all hot girls. "Goddamn, he's straight," I thought to myself. I hope he's butt ugly so I'll never have to worry about crushing on him.
I started to unpack my things, set up my room, but I got tired so I decided to have a quick nap in my new bed.
About an hour later I woke up with a face smiling above me. He introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Nathan, your roommate." I introduced myself as speechless.
Standing next to my bed was the most beautiful Asian guy I had seen in my life. I had expected some white frat guy to be my roommate, so seeing that I had the biggest fetish for Asian guys, it took everything in me to not kiss him and pull him on top of me in bed right then and there.
He had short scruffy hair, lovely brown eyes, deliciously olive skin, and a huge beaming smile. He was wearing a skate-brand t-shirt, jeans, and skate shoes. God, I loved skater boys... This is going to be one hell of a year, I said to myself.
I shook my nasty thoughts out of my head and introduced myself as well. From that day on we got along like we were best friends our whole lives. We didn't really do anything together but sometimes we'd hang out but we never had problems and got along really well. Only problem was I realized he was a really homophobic guy, but I figured since I wasn't out it wouldn't matter to me... I just would never get to lay a finger on him.
Being his roommate, I got to see parts of him that no one else did. Sometimes I'd read in bed and pretend not to look while he changed. He wasn't muscular but he had a swimmer's body (he was on the swim team) and skated a lot so you could not believe how toned his pecs and abs were. He had delicious dark brown nipples, small but toned pecs, and a sexy six-pack starting to develop. He was smooth (as most Asian guys are) except for a bit of hair from his navel down into his pants. He never got naked in the room, so I never did see what he was packing underneath. However, he would sometimes wear only boxers, and I swear he was teasing me, but he'd bend over to pick something up and showed me the hottest bubble butt ever. The cloth would sometimes even get caught between the globes and he'd walk around with a wedgie, as if he wanted me to see the outline of his crack.
But most of all, I loved his feet. His feet were the most beautiful feet I had ever seen in my life. His toes were long and slender, and when he wasn't wearing skate shoes, he would wear flip-flops (thong slippers), so he had a sexy tan line on the top of his feet. It took every ounce of me to not worship his toes every time he came into the room.
Eventually my curiosity got the best of me. He went home for a weekend, and I had the room to myself. I was looking at porn on the internet and just jacking off. I noticed his pile of laundry that he always kept in his closet. I got the idea of searching the pile for his underwear and seeing what it was like. I was careful not to disturb anything else in his closet, or he'd never talk to me again if he found out I was sniffing his boxers. I found a pair of cotton boxers and a rolled up pair of socks, and sat on my bed with my prizes.
I looked inside the boxers. The front part had what looked like dried cum. I was so turn on by the thought of my roommate having a huge hard-on and his cock dripping pre-cum. I looked at the ass side of the boxers. It was clean, but I smelled it anyway. It smelled so hot!!! It wasn't a stink of shit, but a totally hot, musty and manly scent. I imagined his ass crack getting sweaty as he skated for hours, and all that aroma in the boxers in front of me. By this time I was rock hard, but I still had his socks.
I put the socks up to my face, and I think I just about cummed. They were clean and smelled clean, but they had the unmistakable scent of feet. It wasn't nasty at all--in fact, it was almost sweet in a way. I thought of his feet sweating inside them and got turned on all the more.
With his boxers and socks on my face I jacked myself until I came, and had the best orgasm of my life. I returned the boxers and socks exactly where I got them. When my roommate came back the next day, it was as if nothing happened.
Eventually sniffing my roommate's boxers and socks became a habit of mine. He posted his class times so I knew whenever and how long he'd be out for, and eagerly explore his pile of clothes. I was like a kid on Christmas unwrapping presents, carefully looking for the boxers or socks with the best scent. Every now and then I'd get really lucky and get a fresh pair of boxers with some wet pre-cum still on it. Those were the ones I relished, and I loved licking off the cum.
This went on for a couple of months, and I never got caught (although part of me secretly wished so), because I knew if I did Nathan would never look at me the same way.
One day my wish came true.
I was lying in bed sniffing Nathan's boxers again. This time was a particularly wet and fresh pair. I also had his socks all over my face, inhaling his manly scent for all it was worth.
Then I heard a key and the door swung open. Nathan stepped in the doorway and didn't say a word. There I was, lying in bed with his boxers and sweaty socks all over my face, jacking myself off.
"What the fuck?" was his first reaction. "I'm...uh.." I couldn't say a word. I didn't know what to. "Shut the fuck up," he snapped. He closed the door to our room and locked it. "Shit," I thought, "What's he gonna do to me?" "So you're a boxer-sniffing faggot, huh? You like what you got there?" he asked. I remained speechless, growing red from the embarassment. "I said, do you like what you have there, faggot?" Nathan demanded. "Dude, I'm really sorry..." I managed to blurt out. "I don't give a fuck, I asked if you liked the smell of my cock, bitch." The way he was cussing at me was oddly arousing. "Uh, I guess so..." I couldn't look at him eye to eye.
Then he did the most unexpected thing... He tossed off his shoes and jumped on my bed. I was sure he was going to kick my ass, and I winced and closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. He pinned me down, and put his legs on either side, sitting on my chest.
"You want the real thing then?" He whispered to my face. I looked up and saw him grabbing his crotch with the biggest smile on his face. As scary as it was, I have to admit it was the hottest scene I had ever seen in my life, an Asian skater sitting on me, asking if I wanted his cock.
By this time my fear had gone, and I was rock hard again. I figured, what the hell, and meekly replied, "Okay."
"Tell me how much you want my dick, bitch." "Nathan, I really want your cock." "Tell me what you want to do with it." "I want to suck it, Nathan." This was really turning me on, and probably him too.
He hopped off me and my bed, and started pacing around the room. "So how long have you been sniffing my boxers and socks, huh? You always wanted my cock, didn't you?"
I didn't answer.
"Well, why didn't you tell me you were a cocksucker before? We could have worked something out." He had the cutest yet most evil grin on his face as he said it. "If you want it, come get it then." He took off his shirt, and sat down at on his computer chair. "Come get on your knees, dude."
I loved how he said it so matter-of-factly, as if I wasn't just about to suck his cock, which I was dying to see by the way. His calling me "dude" just turned me on so much, as if I was just one of his buddies.
I quietly obeyed, and got off my bed. I knelt down before him and looked straight up at him, waiting for my next order. I had already unconsciously surrendered myself to my roommate's domination.
"Well, what are you waiting for, faggot? Suck me off!" He didn't say it with an impatience, but a "help yourself" feeling. But at the same time I loved how he talked to me like I was his bitch.
Still not saying a word, I reached for his pants. I could see him smiling at me while I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his feet. I took his socks and pants in one go, and he sat there in his boxers. I couldn't believe the guy whose boxers I had been jacking off to was sitting right there, a piece of fabric away from the real thing. I reached up and pulled down the elastic, and out popped the cock of my dreams.
It matched his tanned skin, and had a large red head. It had purple veins running down the length of it, and it throbbed of blood, obviously horny for what was coming. Underneath it was the sexiest pair of balls. They were in a slightly hairy sac, and I could see each of his nuts clearly. I cupped them in my hands, and they felt cool to the touch.
"Well, are you going to stare at it all day, man? Suck it already." Nathan quipped, obviously eager for the sucking.
"Okay." It was all I said, as I lowered my head and put his dick in my mouth.
"Ohhh....." He moaned, as he put his hands on my head and pushed my head down. I love it when guys do that.
His cock felt like it was stretching my jawbones, and my tongue playfully lapped at the head. Eventually he forced the head all the way back to the back of my throat I thought I was going to choke. I sucked as hard as I could, and slowly pulled it out of my mouth, carefully salivating every single inch of it. I looked up at him, smiling.
"Dude, that's so hot," he let out. I didn't reply, and went back down, this time only putting the head in my mouth and flicking my tongue around it. He seemed to enjoy this, and put his hands on his head, leaning back and started making the hottest moans ever.
This continued for about 10 minutes, and I would reach up and massage his hot flat stomach, and I would lick every single inch of his cock. He was so vocal I was afriad the rest of the dorm would hear. He loved to talk dirty, and he'd say things like "Yeah, suck my cock, bitch," "Dude, take it all," "You're such a cocksucking faggot," "You're the best roommate ever." Somehow that last one turned me on the most.
Eventually I sensed that he was about to blow his load, and I slowly slid his cock out of my mouth, carefully vacuuming all the spit and precum off it.
"What the fuck, man!? I was almost there!" he exclaimed. "I know," I smiled. I went down to the floor to claim my prize... his feet. There they were, the most perfect feet I had ever seen. I started to caress them.
I guess he figured what I was doing, because he started smiling and said, "Oh yeah, you're a foot fag too... Go ahead and lick them then, you slut."
I didn't need to be told twice. I went down on his feet, pretty much face to the floor, and breathed the scent of his feet in. He had just taken off his socks, so they were still musty and sweaty and smelly. I loved how his feet never smelled bad, just sexy. I sniffed both of them, and started to lick the tops of them. I worked my way to his toes, and took each one in my mouth, sucking each of them like it was another dick. He must have thought so too because he started moaning again and started calling me names again. I noticed at this point I was so horny there was a huge pool of pre-cum under my cock. I still hadn't touched my dick. I gave his big toe one last suck and I got back to his dick to finish the job.
"Finish me off, slut! I need to cum!" I smirked and got to work. I bobbed my head up and down his cock again, and he put his hands on my head to help me out. He put his hands through my hair and started to thrust his hips to face fuck me.
"Yeah, bitch, suck that cock, you like my Asian cock in your throat, huh? You want my cum, you fag? I'll blow my load all over your face, you little cocksucker." His dirty talk turned me on all the more, and I swallowed his cock past my throat until his pubes were in my nose.
"Uuhghghghhhhhh..." he mumbled. I knew it was coming. I slipped his cock out of my mouth with a loud pop, and jacked his cock while I sucked hard on the head. At this point Nathan was mumbling gibberish, but all I could hear was "yeah, baby, yeah, suck it hard."
Then it came. I took his cock out of my mouth just in time. He grabbed his cock with one hand and my hair in the other, and blew his load all over my face. Each spurt was another blast of warmth on it, and when he was done my face was burning with this hot Asian guy's cum. I sucked his cock dry, and licked the cum off my lips. I looked up at Nathan, my face covered in cum.
"That was fucking awesome, dude," he said to me, smiling like always. I didn't say anything, but just smiled back at him. I started moving my hand down towards my throbbing hard dick, which felt like it was about to fly off soon if I didn't give it any attention soon. I started to give it a few strokes, still kneeling under Nathan and my eyes still locked onto his exhausted body.
Suddenly, he slid off his chair and kneeled down the floor too, then drew closer to me. He grabbed my hand and made me let of my cock.
"Lemme help you there, roomie," he said. He grabbed my cock in his hand, and started slowly jacking it. I wasn't expecting this, and nearly cummed right there. Even more surprisingly, he leaned over and licked his own cum off my face.
"I taste good, huh," he smirked. He knew he was turning me on like crazy. He leaned over to lick some more off my face, but then he surprised me by kissing me!!! His tongue made its way into my mouth, and our tongues met. I could not believe that I had not only just sucked off my straight roommate, but he was now making out with me and jacking my cock! We moaned as we shared the taste of his cum, his tongue exploring where his cock was just minutes before.
My hands were now off my cock, and I began to feel his toned back, slowly drawing him closer. Our tongues still entwined and his one hand still jerking my cock, his other hand grabbed my body and suddenly pressed it against his, our sweaty bodies now stuck together as one.
This was too much for me. I was making out with my hot Asian roommate, sharing his cum in our mouths as he jacked my slobbering cock. A couple of jerks and I shot my load all over his leg, but he kept jacking my cock as every spurt flew out and drenched his hand and leg. The whole time our mouths were locked, our tongues still dancing in each other's mouths. After he milked my cock dry, he let go of the kiss and my cock. He looked at his hand, covered in my cum, and smiled at me as he licked it off.
"Nathan, that was so hot... I've never cummed so hard in my life!"
He sucked the cum off his index finger and flashed that naughty grin again. "We're going to have a lot more fun from now on, roomie."