The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. If male-to-male sexual scenes offend you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 year old, the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to be reading this filth so you should go away.
The Runner by Ross Harpestad
I had just woken up and was just lying there, tangled in the sheets thinking about jerking off when I heard the kitchen door close. I stretched and swung to the end of the bed which was easy to do since I hung off the standard bed to begin with. I stood up and didn't even bother with grabbing some shorts from the floor as I padded out to see what was going on.
I walked into the kitchen to see my hot latino roommate standing at the kitchen island, the paper spread out in front of him, a glass of some ugly brown liquid in his hand. The short, well-built guy was in gym shorts and a threadbare t- shirt. He was soaked all of the way through. The clothes clung to him like a second skin, enhancing his broad back and big shoulders.
I moved up closely behind him, wrapping my arms around his sweaty body and I licked a long swipe of sweat from his neck. Ok, yea, we were a little more than roommates.
"Running?" I asked the obvious as I rubbed my thickening cock over the crease of his ass, the dark, wet material making my cock slightly damp.
Joey moaned softly and nodded, "five miles," he said.
"Mmm," I hummed into his neck as I drew my hands across his sticky shirt, feeling all of the ridges and mounds of his chest. "I like it when you're all hot and sweaty."
Joey shrugged his big shoulders, pushing himself into my tall, lanky body. Clearly he was enjoying my attentions. He set his glass of whatever onto the counter and braced himself against the countertop. His firm ass was already grinding back against my full, hard cock.
I leaned back a little and grabbed the base of his shirt. "Gotta get rid of this," I mumbled between licks and nibbles. I inverted his shirt as he lifted his arms, pulling the smelly wet article off in one clean move. I dropped it onto the floor behind me somewhere. "Much better," I sighed. Once again I wrapped my long arms around him and gently pulled at his nipples, coaxing another moan out of him.
"Oh baby god yea!" Joey breathed out.
I pulled him against me and my hands dove into the waistband of his shorts. I was pleasantly surprised that Joey was wearing a jock; a simple white one that glowed against his dark, tan skin. I pulled him away from the edge of the counter just enough to push his shorts down. I shoved Joey forward to finish removing his shorts. I looked down to grab his shorts, and then I saw them.
"What the fuck?" I growled. I felt Joey stiffen in my arms. I moved forward against him, pinning him to the counter under my big form. "You're fucking wearing my fucking shoes," I hissed into his ear.
"Sor-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP," I yelled in his ear cutting him off. "They're 6 fucking sizes too big for you. You're gonna fucking ruin them." I hadn't moved, and he whimpered a little as he tried to move. I wouldn't let him go.
"Stop," I commanded. He gave up instantly. "Don't move," I ground out. He stilled, but his breathing was still heavy, his eyes were wide staring across the kitchen. "Take 'em off. NOW!"
Joey reacted instantly, moving one foot to toe off one shoe and then the other socked foot toed off the other.
"Don't you dare fucking move," I hissed in his ear again just before I stepped back. He barely twitched, half bent over the counter, his arms spread out and holding on like he might fall off of the edge into something dangerous below. I clutched the back of his running shorts and yanked them down in one strong move. His ass quivered slightly, waiting for me to do something.
I opened my hand and slammed my hand against his bare ass. A loud smack echoed out in the room and Joey gave a startled cry. I ran my hand down his sweaty ass, the straps from the jock framing in his tight, perfect ass. The glowing red shape of my big hand was slowly forming on his ass. My cock twitched when I saw it. My fingers explored his crease, grazing across his tight hole and lingering there a moment, rubbing and teasing. Joey moaned.
"Shut up." I commanded again.
I picked up one of my big shoes. Dirt and grit fell off of it making tinkling noises on the hard floor. "They're covered in shit! Where the hell were you running?"
"I went over to-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP I SAID," I yelled again. Holding it up, I looked at my shoe. It was covered in mud and grit. The insides were soaked, and the smell made me gag. I dropped the shoe onto the counter and moved behind Joey again. This time my hard cock had full access to the sweaty crease of his beautiful ass. I rubbed myself up and down his ass a few times, and he shuddered underneath me and pushed back.
"I said don't move, didn't I?" Before he could think of answering, I grabbed his right wrist and pulled it back, twisting his arm behind him. He gasped at the sudden movement but didn't move or say anything. I did the same to his left. I pinned his arms behind his back and held both of his small wrists in my big right hand. I jerked on his wrists, pulling his arms up. He yelped and pushed up onto his toes trying to relieve the pressure on his arms.
I let him down and leaned against him once again, pinning his waist to the counter as I ground my dick hard against his ass. Joey whimpered slightly as he stifled a moan. I reached under the counter with my left hand and grazed it over the extended pouch of the jock. Joey was hard, and I could feel his juices soaking through the already sweat soaked pouch. Joey groaned again, his lips tightly closed, trying to hide the sound.
Switching hands, I held his wrists with my left and freeing my right hand to reach over to the nearby drawer. I pulled a small bottle out and flicked open the top with my thumb. I pulled back and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his ass so it trickled down and coated my cock as well as his tight crease. I resumed rubbing my hard cock along his hole. Joey vibrated with eagerness, but he didn't move or say anything.
I put the bottle down and grabbed his wrists again.
"Answer me boy; do you like my big shoes?"
"Yes," Joey grunted out.
"What?!" I said sharply.
"Yes sir!" Joey said quickly.
"Good boy. You like that they're so big?"
"Yes sir!"
"What else do you like about them?"
Joey hesitated. I knew why he liked them, but I wanted him to say it. Loud.
"Come on fucker, say it!"
"Th-the smell."
"What?!"
"The smell sir," Joey said quickly and softly.
I grinned knowing he couldn't see me. "You like that they stink?" He nodded. "Say it!" I moved my left hand over to my shoe on the counter and slowly picked it up.
"Yes sir! I like that they stink sir!" Joey said plainly.
"Good," I said as wrapped my arm around him and pulled the shoe onto his face. The opening of my nasty shoe fit right over Joey's nose and mouth and Joey shook as I pulled him against me, holding my shoe onto his face. Joey groaned in satisfaction as I held him, forcing my sweaty, wet, nasty shoes over his face. He had no choice but to breathe in the sickly sour stench of sweat and foot odors.
I shifted my hips and pulled away from his sweet ass even as I still held both his wrists tight behind him and his head tight between my chest and my shoe over his face. My hard cock dropped from along his crease to line up perfectly with his hot hole. I didn't wait for him to be ready, catch his breath or anything. I just started pushing my hips forward, forcing my big cock into his tight little hole.
Joey let out a long moan as my head popped through his tight ring. Then his body vibrated and thrummed as he gasped short, deep breathes pulling in the noxious smells from my shoe. The shoe wasn't even on my face and the smell was overpowering. To him it had to be beyond anything I could even imagine, but he happily sucked in large lungfuls trying desperately to get more.
I never stopped pushing into him, the thick part of my cock opening him up and stretching him out. He flapped his arms weakly and I could feel his fingers clawing at my stomach, but he never tried to pull away.
"Yea," he moaned through the shoe. "Stretch me open baby."
His tight hole gripped at my cock, sucking me into him like I was meant to be buried there.
"Oh yea Joey," I whispered into his ear. "Breath in the stink of my shoe as I rip open your hole." Joey gasped and moaned. I slowly gave Joey everything I had, my big cock fully inside him. I ground my hips, making him feel every inch of me inside him. Then, just as slowly, I pulled back out.
Joey groaned the loss of my cock as I nearly pulled all of the way out. He huffed and wriggled against me as I pushed into him again. I did this five painfully, slow times. Slow in, and slow out. By the end, Joey was nearly hyperventilating as the smell from my shoe assaulting him from one end and my cock assaulted him from the other. Then I sped up just a little, taking steady, even strokes into his tight ass.
"Oh god yea, oh god yea, oh god yea, oh god yea babe!" Joey moaned every time I pushed into him.
"You take my shoes, I'll take your fucking hole," I hissed into his ear as he moaned. "I'll fucking use your ass as my own fucking personal toy. I'll fuck you hard, or slow, or any way I want. You're hole is mine. Whenever I want it. Wherever I want it."
Joey continued his mantra, agreeing with every point I whispered into his ear, "oh god yea, oh god yea, oh god yea..."
"And I'm gonna use your hole as a cum dump too, got it?"
"Oh baby breed me," Joey moaned as his ass met every one of my thrusts.
"And my cum is gonna mark the inside of you so you will know who owns your ass."
"Mmmmmmmm baby make me yours. Breed me baby. I'm yours."
"Oh yea," I agreed. I leaned back and let go of Joey's wrists. His arms slid forward and grabbed at the countertop again. "Take the shoe and hold it there. Don't move it from your face," I growled. Joey immediately used both of his hands to hold the shoe to him and I let go so I could grab hold of his hips.
"Here it goes Joey," I warned as I dug my fingers into his hips and started slamming my hot cock into him as hard as I could.
Joey squealed and begged for more, "Oh babe tear me up!"
"Oh yea," I growled. And I did. I fucked into him like a man possessed. Sometimes I would pull out completely and ram all eight inches in again just to hear Joey squeal through the shoe. Other times I'd give him hard, fast jabs that forced the breath out of him. Joey just moaned for more.
"Breed me baby," Joey called out, screaming through the noxious shoe.
"Oh fuck!" I growled. "Here it comes fucker. Gonna load you!"
I felt my balls pull up and my entire spine tingled as the force of my orgasm ripped through me. I pushed into Joey and shoved him off of his feet as the first pulse shot out of my cock into his sweet ass. My knuckles were white as I pulled myself into him, unloading everything that I had.
Joey screamed as well, and I could feel his tight ass as it clamped down on my cock, again and again. I could hear his load as it leaked through his jock and splattered on the floor.
Joey finally dropped my shoe and collapsed onto the countertop. I leaned forward onto him, both of us gasping for breath. I let go of his hips and drew my hands along his sides, feeling his slick skin along his sides and arms. I put my hands over his and twined my fingers into his palms. I stuck out my tongue and licked across his ear and kissed his neck.
"Fuck Joey. You need to take my shoes running more often."
Joey nodded. "Oh yea. Definitely."