OTC Worship: Part 1
by Sugartoes

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I recently met a hot guy online. He says he wants to get together for mutual otc worship.

From his stats he is 5'-11'', 175#, brown eyes, shaved head and goatee, with size 12 feet. I must say they look amazing on the vid he sent me slipping out of his cap-toe wing tips after a long day in the class room. I soooo want to be under his desk. I am not that much into sheer sox but love men's dress sox so I thought "What the hell, I'll play sock worship with this guy." We have been chatting online for several weeks and sending a few pics and IM's. So I suggest we get together. We live about 2 hours apart and agree to meet at a hotel equidistant from each other.

He says his name is Tom and will be wearing a dark suit with a red tie. I suggest we meet in the lobby at 6:30 for a drink after he gets off work. I decided from his vids that this is going to be fun so I arrived early and booked a suite. I go up to the room and drop off my bag and order some iced cold champagne which he told me he likes. Suite looks great with the lights dimmed.

I head back down to the lobby and as soon as I step off the elevator I spot him sitting at a table for two with his legs crossed in front of him with just enough dark sock showing to be tantalizing. We introduce ourselves and he immediately takes charge. He calls the waiter and orders two Tangueray martinis. We chat and tease and chat some more. Once I tear my eyes away from his massive chest I keep staring at his wing tips which are so shiny I can see my reflection. He notices my undisguised interest as I place a room key next to my glass. He calls to the waiter for the check.

We head for the elevator and once we enter and the doors close he pulls me to him in a bear like grip and lets me know I have his undivided attention as he whispers into my ear "I have been on my feet all day and they are killing me." My cock immediately jumps to attention ! Thankfully we reach our floor uninterrupted. We make our way to the door and I fumble with the key card because he is standing so close behind me that I can feel his hot rod pressing against my thigh.

We enter the suite and I head for the champagne bucket and pop the cork while he removes his jacket, loosens his tie, sits down and props his shining wing tips up on the leather ottoman. " Bring that ice bucket and glasses over hear next to me." he says with authority. I do so immediately and hand him a glass. "My dawgs are barkin' get down here and make 'em feel real good." "Untie them with your teeth." I kneel down and plant my tongue on top of his shoe and in one long lick move up to the lace. I actually felt his toes wiggle in anticipation underneath the firm black leather. My teeth pull the lace undone and also bite down on the tongue of his shoe and pull it up and out toward me. I put my nose as far down into his loosened shoe as possible and take a deep whiff. Well I almost cream myself from the smell of man sweat and warm leather. "Pull off my shoe man." he barks. I take a risk not obeying a direct order and slip my hand into his shoe and slide my fingers under his arch while he moans softly confirming his pleasure. Then I press down and off pops his shoe. It is even more intoxicating now that his warm black socked foot is pushing my face toward his other tight shoe. I waste no time in beginning his service with my hands, kneading his damp, aromatic thin dress socks. I put my nose at his heels and work my way up to his toes. "Wash my socks with your tongue", he commands. Temperatures are rising and I lift my eyes to his engorged cock, which is straining the material of his suit pants beyond belief, A small damp spot reveals his leaking pre-cum.
I take a moment and no sooner do I get out of my shirt he rubs his silky, soft, wet black socks on the nipples of my tight pecs.

I immediately groan with pleasure and he places his feet flat on my chest and pushes me over onto my back…

To be continued