He may have been self-conscious about having foot odor after his sweaty workout today, and wearing yesterdays socks. Mike was still lying on the couch, almost asleep when I got back. I lifted his legs and sat on the end of the couch with his feet in my lap. He hadn't taken off his shoes and was about to do so, when I told him to just lay back and relax.
I untied his large running shoes and slipped them off, immediately releasing the predictable strong foot odor. I hoped it didn't reach Mike's nose, for he surely would have insisted on washing his feet. I did tell him I would let him know if his feet smelled too bad, but of course I was getting off on this most personal hidden odor from my roommate's large, beautiful feet. I removed his damp sweat socks, which as usual had a musty, cheesy odor to them. But his feet had a sharper more acrid odor, almost like vinegar mixed with the cheesy odor.
As I took one foot in hand and rubbed the oil over it, the smell became even more pronounced, as if the oil brought it out. I enjoyed pressing the soft smooth sole of his eleven-inch-long foot with my fingers, as I worked the bones thru his soles. I pulled on each toe while rotating it between fingers and thumb, then slid my fingers between his toes, feeling the dampness of those hidden spaces. Mike was laid back with his eyes closed, clearly enjoying the work of my hands on his tired feet. I too enjoyed the feel of his foot sliding across my palm as I slid my hand along his sole, dipping into his high arch and rounding the smooth spherical heel. We were both getting off on the feel of skin sliding over skin, but I was particularly aware of the intimacy of this very private body part and enjoyed the personal smell that was wafting up from the feet in my lap.
I did long slow massages on both of his feet, and he seemed to be drifting in and out of sleep the whole time. I was sure he was awake enough to be enjoying the feel of it, but eventually, after much more time than a professional masseuse would have done, I had to end the foot massage. However, I suggested that I could continue up his legs if he wanted.
Mike was so relaxed, the endorphins so plentiful, that I doubt he was ready to end this physical touch that felt so good. He was more than pleased to get a leg massage, and I put a towel on the carpet for him to lie on. Mike laid face down on the towel, and I mentioned that his baggy gym shorts were hiding half of his upper leg, so he stripped down to his white briefs. I began with effleurage strokes up his leg, then worked the calf muscle with my thumbs.
Mike had beautifully developed legs from his biking and his track workouts. The calf muscles were large and tight and it actually took some effort to push into them with my fingers. It was a pleasure to be able to squeeze these beautiful leg muscles, and I did a lot of kneading on the upper back of the leg. With the massage to his legs was additional massage to his feet, which now faced me from another angle. On one stroke to his upper leg where his lower leg was resting on my shoulder, his foot was right at my face and I could run my nose along it.
Along with the feel of his muscular legs in my hands, was the visual treat of seeing his beautifully rounded butt filling the white cotton briefs. Although his briefs covered the cleavage of his butt crack, I could see it thru the thin white fabric, all the way down to the bulge between his legs. My fingers came so close to this bulge when I gave the long sliding strokes up his leg that occasionally a finger would brush against it. Mike didn't complain so I guess he wasn't upset by it. I enjoyed giving a very long massage to the backs of both his legs but eventually you have to admit it was enough. I told Mike I could do the upper thighs from the front.
I knew from my own bike riding that these were the most tense muscles he would have, and Mike agreed that they were tight and cramped often. Mike flipped over and I noticed that the bulge in front of his briefs, while not straining, was a little more full than usual. I started with flowing strokes up his thighs, and he mentioned that it hurt. I told him it was a good hurt and continued. After some deep kneading, the tightness in his thighs lessened and he became more relaxed.
The kneading and long strokes dipped deep into the inner part of his thigh, and I quite absently brushed against the bulge in his briefs. It was then that I noticed why. Seems the bulge had gotten larger, and I could see the outline of his clearly erect cock straining against the white cloth of the briefs. I looked at Mike's face to see if there was any reaction and he was quietly lying there, eyes closed, apparently unconcerned that he was obviously turned on by my touch. I continued the massage on the inner parts of his thighs, not avoiding the occasional brush against this intrusive bulge between his legs, which now had a wet spot forming on the cloth at the end of his cock.
