I LOVE these stories! Can't wait to hear more from you guys! And it's time for me to share two of my own.
I have an intense foot fetish; I know it's weird to most people, yet there are several of us who have this crazy fetish. Anyway, I can't get enough of guys' feet. I love to worship feet, and I go crazy over guys' white socks. When I was a kid, I remember how my dad was a very heavy sleeper. He could fall asleep on the couch and be snoring loudly, and you could do almost anything without waking him up. If he and I were the only ones home, I would massage his feet. I did it very cautiously at first because I was scared of him waking up and me having to explain what the hell I was doing. But I soon realized that I could rub his feet pretty firmly without him waking up. He'd be snoring away. Most of the the time, he'd have his socks on, and that was OK by me. Other times, though, he'd be barefoot. I enjoyed that, too, and I even took things further by licking his feet. They smelled so good!
My fetish for my dad's feet led to a crazy interest in his socks. I used to like taking them out of the dirty laundry and smell them while I jacked off. I never actually jacked into them at that point; I just enjoyed having them and smelling them. I couldn't get enough of that scent! One morning, after my dad got up and went into the shower, I snuck into his bedroom to get his most recent socks. I was shocked to pick them up and find that one of them was quite wet. I opened up the moist sock and quickly realized that he had just shot a load into it! Fresh cum! I couldn't believe it! I thought that was so fucking hot! I knew my dad wouldn't miss the socks because they were alongside his bed, and he wouldn't even notice until much later, so I took the cum-soaked sock back to my room and jacked off with it, completely turned on by my newfound prize! As you can guess, I started to regularly check by my dad's bed each morning for a cum-filled suck, and I usually found one.
Another story I can share...
Several years ago, I had a roommate who was super sexy and 100% straight -- of course. He was even a bit homophobic, so I was surprised he wanted to move in with me, but he was desperate. He was a typical football player type of guy, and I wanted his cock bad. I knew I had my work cut out for me. I tried so hard to get him to jack off with me, let me suck him, etc. He resisted a lot, but I think deep down he was turned on by the idea. He would never let me see him naked (at first), but he had no problem walking around in just his boxer briefs and his white socks. His body was perfect! It took a lot of coaxing just to get him to let me give him foot massages and back massages. But he did, and once I started doing that, he loved it.
One day, I convinced him to watch some porn with me. He pretended not to be turned on at all while we watched, and I was going crazy. I decided to jack off in front of him. He tried to stop me at first, so I said I would do it under a blanket. I had the most amazing orgasm, and I never took my eyes off him while I did it. He kept looking at me, too, nervously laughing like he couldn't care less, but I could tell he was intrigued. When it was over, he got up and strutted to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. He had the TV on loudly for a few minutes, then came out and went into the shower. I knew damn well that he'd just rubbed one out. I went into his room and found a fresh load of cum in a tissue in his wastebasket. Holy shit! I was so turned on that i was instantly hard again! I jacked off in his bed while I lapped up his creamy cum! It was only a short time before I came again, and I knew I'd have plenty of time because he took crazy long showers (probably beating it in there, too!).
When he came out of the bathroom, I was laying in his bed with the cum tissue in my hand.
"Well, well, well!" I teased. "Looks like you jack off after all! You should've joined me!"
"That's not cum! I blew my nose in that!" he said, stunned and embarrassed.
"Yeah, right! That's why it tastes like cum! And what a sweet load!" He chased me around the house in anger, but he quickly softened up about it because he knew he was busted. (Puns intended.) Things only got better from that day forward. More later.