Is My Boner Showing? -The Agony of De Feet - Part 2
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"That actually feels better already," Connor commented as he wriggled his toes inside the dirty sock. He must have kicked the soccer ball through several dust clouds that day. "It's not too bad is it? The smell I mean? I won't be offended if you have to turn away and hold your breath."
Warren did just the opposite. He tried to surreptitiously breathe in that funky odor as deeply as possible without being obvious about it.
Warren felt his own knees get weaker as he watched the toes move beneath the thick cotton. He ran his fingers along the soft material as his hand traveled up towards the elastic band at the top.
He slid his finger under the material. The skin to skin contact with his best friend sent a shiver up his spine.
He peeled the sock down slowly so as not to jar Connor's ankle. He was especially careful when he rounded the heel. He purposefully let his pinkie drag along the moist sole of Connor's foot as he completely removed the sock.
"Careful, you're tickling me," Connor said as he squirmed on the couch.
"Sorry," Warren mumbled unable to look up to meet his friend's gaze because he was so transfixed by the sight of the naked foot inches from his face.
Suddenly snapping himself out of it and remembering the real task at hand, Warren said, "I don't see anything wrong. No discoloration."
"Thank you, Dr. Delaney," Connor teased.
"Does this hurt?" Warren asked as he gently pinched the skin around the ankle."
"A little."
"What about this?" Warren asked as he carefully flexed his friend's foot.
"Ah, yeah," Connor pulled back, apparently trying not to give in to the pain.
"I guess it's just a little tender, then," Warren concluded.
Connor leaned forward and looked down. "Are you sure it's not swollen?"
"It seems OK, but, I suppose I could look at the other one and compare them side by side to be sure." Warren could hardly breathe at the thought of prolonging this foot examination session by getting to see both of those beautiful jock feet side by side.
"Good idea. Take off my other shoe and sock, b***h!" Connor laughed at his own joke.
Warren laughed too, but he was secretly overjoyed at hearing his friend talk to him that way. He'd waited and hoped for so long that he'd get to hear Connor order him to worship his feet.
Warren suddenly became aware that his c**k had become rock hard. The studly naked feet in his face had him so entranced that he didn't know how long it had been since the boner popped.
He shifted his position in an attempt to hide it as much as possible. Still, he felt his d**k pressing against the inside of his jeans.
Warren handled each foot gingerly. He caressed the damp skin as he looked at them from different angles. He rubbed the skin slightly as he examined it for any differences between the two feet.
"So, now that you can see them side by side, how do they look?" Connor asked.
"Good, they look so good..." Warren mumbled. He had to swallow because he was afraid he was salivating so much at the thought of playing with those big, bare feet that he might accidentally drool on them.
"It's not swollen at all," Warren finally said as he gathered his bearings.
"Wish I could say the same for something else," Connor remarked.
"Oh, s**t, is my boner showing?" Warren blurted out before realizing what he was admitting to.
"Yeah, actually it is," Connor grinned. "But I was referring to my own boner."
Warren looked up and was shocked to see the major tenting going on in his friend's soccer shorts. He had been so fixated on the stud's manly feet and possible swollen ankle that he didn't notice the obvious swelling taking place elsewhere in Connor's body.
"I don't understand," Warren said.
"Dude, the way you're rubbing my feet is really turning me on," Connor admitted.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Do you want to stop?" Connor countered.
"No, I want to make love to your feet," Warren told him the absolute truth.
Connor's voice suddenly took on a deeper tone. "Yeah, you want these feet? You think you deserve straight feet like these? My sweaty, dirty jock feet?" He thrust his toe right up to Warren's nose.
"No, Sir," Warren whimpered. "But I'll try to earn the right to worship them."
"Good luck with that," Connor scoffed. He kicked Warren over from his kneeling position.
Laying flat on the floor, Warren grabbed Connor's feet, one in each hand. He rubbed them against his smooth cheeks which he had just shaved prior to Connor's arrival. He could still feel the light moisture on the jock's soles, the result of his hot feet being jammed into those cotton socks for so long.
He closed his eyes, blocking out everything else in the world that didn't relate to his foot worshipping task. The birthday boy breathed in heavily, filling his nostrils with the manly scent, content in knowing that he was in his place serving a dom master.
Connor enjoyed watching Warren squirm on the floor beneath him. He shifted his legs, purposefully slapping the sides of his feet against Warren's face on his way to letting them rest on Warren's closed eyelids.
When Warren opened his eyes, the jock's soft soles filled his scope of vision. He moaned with delight.
"I didn't give you permission to f*****g talk or make sounds," Connor said. "You're not allowed to touch my feet until you learn a lesson." He kicked Warren on the side of the head. "Get me my dirty socks," he ordered.
Warren scrambled to retrieve a sock from the floor. He dared not take time to sniff it as he handed it over.
"Bring your useless face up here," Connor demanded.
Warren obeyed instantly. He looked into Connor's harsh eyes, gladly waiting to see how his best friend would humiliate him next.
Connor grabbed the back of Warren's head in his strong hand, holding it in place. "Open your mouth," he told his foot slave.
Connor shoved one of the dirty shin-length soccer uniform socks into Warren's mouth. The sock was so long that Connor had to push it in by handfuls several times to make it all fit.
Warren's cheeks bulged like a squirrel on a late autumn day. He choked on the material as he tasted the dirt and sweat combination.
"Get back on the floor and get busy with these feet!" Connor boomed. He leaned back on the couch with his hands behind his head, like the smug, self-important jock he was. "Lick 'em!" he told his foot worshipping friend.
Connor laughed at Warren's futile attempt to get his tongue out of his mouth. Warren grunted something as he tried to free his tongue from all that sock material in the way. "Do I have to f*****g do everything myself?" Connor asked.
He bent down and pulled on the sock. It was so big that it seemed like a magician pulling a never-ending handkerchief out of his pocket.
The relief showed on Warren's face as he gasped for breath. He rubbed his aching jaw and cheeks.
"I'll give you something to make your cheeks sore when the time is right, b***h," Connor promised with a glint in his eye. He reclined lengthwise on the couch and ordered Warren to work on licking his feet from the new position.
Warren happily obliged. He ran his tongue over the fine blond hairs on the top of the jock's big toe.
He licked around the base of it, being sure to clean the skin between the big toe and the one next to it. The foot slave worked his way like that, one digit at a time, all the way down to the little toe.
Connor didn't say anything, but the way his toes curled told Warren that he was pleasing his master.
Warren reversed direction and continued the tongue-bath until the he reached the stud's big toe again. He opened his mouth wide and dove down on it. He sucked it greedily like someone trying to get the last bit of flavor out of a freezer pop on a hot summer day.
Connor plunged his toe in and out of his friend's mouth, enjoying the wetness of the hard working tongue. "Open wider!" he yelled. The jock wasted no time in shoving the rest of his foot into the willing mouth.
Once again, the foot slave's cheeks bulged as his mouth filled with a stinky jock foot. "You like that, don't you?" Connor asked as he observed the unmistakable smile on the other man's mouth.
"Uh-hmm," Warren grunted. There was no way he would voluntarily remove that perfect foot from his mouth unless he was ordered to by his master.
"Maybe you need to suck on both feet at once," Connor said. His tone made it clear that he wasn't suggesting, he was demanding.
Warren's c**k throbbed in his jeans as he serviced both the stud's feet at once. He'd wanted this day to come since he first met Connor three years earlier.
The foot slave glanced up at Connor's face. He saw how intently the stud watched his feet slide in and out of his mouth. It made his c**k leak precum just knowing how much Connor was enjoying it all too.
Warren dutifully deep-throated the stud's feet practically to his ankles. His eyes watered and the spit leaked out from his lips.
The more he gagged, the harder Connor thrust the next time. It was an endless cycle of pure foot worshipping ecstasy.
Connor unexpectedly pulled both feet out of his slave's mouth. They made a popping sound as the toes slid out of the tight-lipped seal.
"You call that foot swallowing? That was pathetic, boy. You don't deserve the honor of working over these manly feet. I think I need to find someone else who does." Connor suddenly got up from the couch and started to walk across the room!
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