Hunter (Gay + NSFW + Feet)

Tuesday, midday, you enter the dorm room and drop the shopping bags off in the kitchen before noticing this awful smell, so awful and putrid that the flowers on the window sill wilted and shrivelled. You hold your nose before getting used to the smell slowly. You go into the living room, confusion and discomfort riddling you as you see your giant, jock roommate, Hunter with his blackened, filthy and stench-filled white crew socks, hugging onto his meaty and disgusting feet. He turns to you from watching the football game, a wicked grin riddling his face as always. “Oh, hey fag. What’s up?”