House Mates Socks

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

Hi, my names Cristian, I live in a flat in Munchen, Germany. I share this flat with an old friend from high school called Markus. He's about 200cm tall, shaved blonde hair, well muscled body, nice hairy legs and perfect blue eyes. Markus is a builder, hard working and he's such a man. He's always leaving his boots and socks laying around the flat, always leaves his clothes on the bathroom floor and i've forgotten the colour of the carpet in his bedroom because its always covered in dirty clothes. i've given up picking up after his so every room in the house smells like him. to be honest, i enjoy it.

It's the middle of summer, temperatures have been hovering in the low 30's and Markus's smell has strengthened with the heat. One Wednesday Markus went out for work and i had the day off, after having my morning coffee and cigarette on the balcony i went into the bathroom to have a shower, i stripped off and noticed a pile of his clothes on the floor. i saw a dirty pair of black football shorts, a pair of black boxer-briefs, a dirty white vest and well worn black socks. i smiled to myself as i got a naughty idea in my head but went into the shower instead. when i was finished i wrapped a towel around me, i looked down at my pile of clothes right next to his, I inconspicuously scooped up both piles of clothes in my arms and walked into my bedroom, i put my nose into his socks at the top of the pile, i started to get hard.

i got into my bedroom, put the clothes on the bed and continued to get dry, by the time i was dried i was throbbing hard, i laid on my bed and started to jack off, i held his socks to my face and took several deep sniffs, the smell drove me crazy, i wanked harder and faster, i took a sniff of his underwear, they had a bit of a gross smell but it still turned me on, i picked up his vest and smelt it too, it smelt like sweat and lynx spary, it smelt so good. i picked up the socks again and put them to my face, the smell was intoxicating, i sucked them and i could taste the salt from his sweat. then my body started lurching and i came. i hid the boxers and socks in my drawer and got dressed.


after getting dressed i still didn't feel satisfied, i grabbed Markus's vest and shorts and dumped them on his bedroom floor so he wouldn't notice the missing clothing items. when i opened his bedroom door the smell of him overwhelmed me, i was hard again. oblivious to my actions i got on my knees in his dark bedroom and started picking up items of clothing and smelling them, i unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out of my boxers and started wanking again.

i was completly un aware of the world around me untill i was disturbed by a tall shaddow apearing from the doorway. i froze, i knew immediatly that it was Markus. i dropped a pair of filthy white socks i was holding, i quickly put my cock away and zipped up my jeans. i stood up and turned to face him, he was shocked. "What the fuck are you doing man?" i didn't say anything. "What the fuck are you doing with my clothes?" the only thing i could bring myself to say was "i thought u were at work." i could see sweat on his blue vest, i knew he had been working. "I got sent home cause it was getting too hot, what the fuck are you doing?" i walked towards the door and tried to push past him without catching his eyes. he pushed me back into into his room so hard i fell on the floor backwards, he shut the door and switched on the light. he walked over towards me, standing over me. "You were sniffing my clothes weren't you?" i still didn't say anything. Markus stood back. "Wow, i knew you were gay, i was never sure."

Markus started to laugh a little bit, "I wish i knew this about you before." he planted his boot on my chest and pushed me to the floor. he kicked off his boots, climbed on top of me, i didn't resist. he held his boot to my nose and told me to sniff. "do you like that u dirty fucker?" he said. i looked him in the eye and nodded. "good!" he said, Markus laid on his bed, put his hands behind his head. "Come here and smell my socks" silently i crawled on my knees to his bed. and put my face into his socked feet, his socks were black and the cotton was smoothed on the sole from the boot. he socks were wet from sweat, they smelt amazing. "take them off" he ordered, so i did, then he told me to take off his vest, then he told me to lick his armpits, i licked them they tasted like sweat and deodarant, then he told me to lick his chest. i licked from his armpits to his chest and down his abbs. then he told me too pull off his shorts, when i did i saw his cock was rock hard under his boxers. "suck it babe" i put my lips on his covered cock untill he flopped his cock out and pushed my face on it, he fucked my face for a while.

without warning he pulled my head off his cock and got off the bed, he pulled off all my clothes, pushed me back on the bed face first, pulled off his boxers and layed ontop between my legs. he grabbed his socks and held them to my face as he slid his 9 inch cock right inside my arse, he fucked hard. "You like my cock in there don't you" i couldn't speak, all i could do was moan. he pounded and pounded relentlessly untill he blew his load deep inside me, holding my body tight and pressing his socks right into my face, i couldn't breath. when he had finished cumming he relaxed his grip and layed next to me panting. "I've wanted to do that for years" markus said to me smiling. "What?" i exclaimed. "I've always liked you, my biggest fear was outing myself to you and then have u telling me" he kissed me. "well i've liked you for years too, so what now?" i ask. Markus lights up. "I think its time you moved into my room and put yours up for rent."

The End.

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James just stood there and stared in admiration. Kurt was ready for him this time. He was standing in the doorway with faded jeans hugging his muscular legs. He wore a cut off shirt, which exposed his rigid cut abs. His hair was groomed perfectly and hung loosely to his shoulders and a distinct smell of cologne filled the doorway. Again Kurt wore no shoes but this time, he had no socks on either. He looked luscious.

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