by Al L
Tate parked his jet black car on Taylor’s driveway, his parents seemed to be away for the moment.
He opened his car door and stepped out in his collared royal blue shirt and black slacks. His baby blue tie was a bit askew from a long day of stress from the office. His dress shoes clacked on the pavement as he made his way to the front door. Before knocking, he noticed it had been left ajar and instead pushed it open. He closed the door behind him gently.
“Taylor? You there bud?”
He moved into the spacious living room, Tate’s shoes now clacking against the wooden floor.
“Taylor? Dude, where are you? We are suppos-”
There he was sprawled out on the L-shaped sofa in his black gym shorts with a red stripe on the side. He looked exhausted, explaining why he still had his red running shoes on still. His left foot rested against the floor while the rest of his body lay peacefully on the sofa, Tate gazing at his strong calf muscles covered with black sparse leg hair. He had never noticed Taylor’s toned body before; he looked great in his grey tank-top, defined fined arms and a built chest to boot. Looking at his face, Taylor looked so peaceful as if nothing could disturb him.
“Taylor! Wake up!”
No response.
Tate walked closer to him and knelt down next to him. He could see Taylor’s chest move up and down in rhythm. He placed a hand on his shoulder, his pale skin felt soft and smooth. Tate started to move his hand along Taylor’s bicep, feeling the curves, but quickly stopped and regained his senses.
“Taylor wake up man.” Tate said shaking his buddy. “We are gonna be late for our double date with those chicks from the party.
No response.
“Dude, you’re suppose to be my wingman. How am I suppose to get laid if you don’t help me? Alright, still not talking? Fine. Looks like I gonna have to make you get dressed and ready. Can you hear me Taylor? I am going to undress you!”
Taylor laid there, sleeping soundly. Tate got up and raided Taylor’s room for a fancy attire. He emerged back into the living room and placed the clothes on the coffee table near by. Starting with his tank, Tate moved his hands against Taylor’s smooth torso, feeling his abs as he moved the tank up. Upon revealing his lightly hairy chest, Tate grabbed his arms and moved them over his head and pulled the tank off. Tate stood there for a minute, gazing down at Taylor’s cut abs moving with the breathing motion. The temptation to touch them grew stronger the longer he looked. He averted his gaze and began to move his way towards Taylor’s shorts only to stop, realizing he would have to remove the gym shoes first.
Tate let out an annoyed grunt and knelt down again to untie Taylor’s left shoe.The black laces came undone with ease exposing his ankle high black socks. That foot odor smell was overwhelming. It was clear that Taylor had just come from a long day of cardio. His socks looked soaked from sweat. Tate’s stomach turned, he wanted to gag. Mustering up the courage, he yanked off the sock, exposing Taylors pale white foot and magnifying the odor. As Tate looked at Taylor’s vulnerable foot, he felt his cock twitch. Quickly shaking it off, he loomed over Taylor’s legs to reach Taylor’s right foot. Accustomed to the aroma, Tate removed the shoe with ease and even caught himself taking a whiff of the empty sweat soaked shoe as he placed it next to its partner on the floor.
“What the fuck man, why is this turning you on? Maybe it’s just because you are just that much closer to getting laid by those hot brunettes. Yeah, that must be it.”
Getting a grip on the remaining sock, he removed it slowly, allowing his hand to linger and press against Taylor’s smooth big feet. He could feel his hard-on grow. Snapping back to reality and recollecting himself, Tate stood up and took a breath. He looked down at Taylor’s red gym shoes next to his black dress shoes.
“So you’re a size ten too, huh, lucky for you I have some extra shoes in my car. Now if you hurry up and wake up I’ll get them for you.”
Taylor twitched his toes a bit. Tate could feel his dick wanting to pulsate, how it wanted to be in between those curved feet. Tate bit his lip, he was thinking too much into this. He hesitated upon going for the shorts. He was afraid of what urges would run rampant upon him if he could see Taylor, in all his glory. If he didn’t remove them; however, he would miss the chance at those D-cup hotties. He had to risk it. Tate headed for Taylor’s shorts, noticing something trying to protrude out from under them, only to have Taylor jerk away and tackle him onto the hard ground.
“Dude what the hell!” Tate exclaimed.
“Me? You! Dude! You were going for my shorts!” Taylor yelled back.
“That’s because you wouldn’t wake up!”
“I heard you come inside with your stupid loud shoes. I knew you were here!
“Then why didn’t you get up?”
“I was joking with you man!”
“Well you wouldn’t get up so-”
“You didn’t have to undress me!”
“Well it worked, didn’t it? You’re up now. Now get off of me!” Tate pushed Taylor off of him and onto the ground next to him.
Tate looked up at Taylor and then down at his black shorts, clearly flashing off an erect penis.
“Taylor, what the fuck is that man?” Tate inquired, pointing at Taylor’s shorts.
“Fuck off, it’s nothing.” Taylor snapped back, covering it up with his strong forearms.
“Like hell that’s nothing.” Tate replied jumping on top of Taylor and removing his arms from his shorts.
“Get off of me!” Taylor exclaimed trying to shove Tate off of him, but Tate only grabbed his arms and pinned him to the ground.
Even though Taylor was toned, he was lean, Tate was buffer and taller. Having Tate, this six foot two stud on top of him only made his hard on worse. Tate could feel it against his stomach.
“Gross man, you’re getting turned on by this?”
“Don’t play that shit. I saw you looking at me, at my feet.”
“Fuck you and your feet, I just want to get going so I can get lai-”
Taylor forced Tate off of him and jumped to his feet. Tate sat on the floor, stunned from the sudden interruption.
“Prove me wrong then.” Taylor said.
“What are you-” Before Tate could inquire, Taylor moved his right foot up and against Tate’s face, pushing him down to the ground.
“Get your foot off of my face, it’s gross!”
“Move it off yourself then.”
Tate gasped for air, the foot stench was so strong, so close to him, close to his mouth; he could taste it. Tate opened his mouth and extended his tongue, licked the bottom of Taylor’s foot.
“Fuck, that tastes so good. The sweat, the smell. All of it. I’ve never felt this turned on before. B-but by a guy?”
“I knew you liked my feet, I bet you like cock too then huh?” Taylor smirked.
Taylor removed his foot and pressed his lips against Tate’s.
“I can taste my foot from off your tongue. That turns you on doesn’t it?”
Tate weakly nodded. He knew he had caved in to this new experience. He could feel
Taylor loosen his tie and undo the buttons on his dress shirt. Taylor flew open Tate’s shirt and felt Tate’s lightly tanned smooth chest. His chest was full and matched his broad shoulders. Taylor worked his way down and unzipped Tate’s slacks and pulled away his army green boxers. His uncut boner was yearning for attention. Taylor placed his wet lips over it, bobbing his head up and down.
All Tate could do was watch in astonishment, his best friend was giving him head and he was enjoying it! Tate tilted his head to the side and gazed at Taylor’s feet off to the side, he wanted them back in his mouth. Taylor stopped and moved his hands to Tate’s shoes, undoing the laces and removing his dress socks. Immediately, Taylor took both of Tate’s feet and put them in his mouth, moving his tongue over and around each big toe. Tate’s eyes bulged and he hand automatically moved towards his excited cock. Taylor got sight of this and knocked Tate’s feet out of his mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I am so turned on, I thought I would-”
“No cumming til I cum inside of you.”
“Bu- What!?!” Tate stuttered.
Taylor yanked Tate’s slacks off along with his boxers. Taylor stood up and quickly removed his shorts and knelt back down, pushing Tate’s legs high up into the air, causing much discomfort to him.
“The ground kinda hurts, could we at least do it on the sofa?”
“You’re my good boy. You don’t get to make decisions.”
“Hey-What? I am not your-”
Taylor thrusted inside Tate causing him to cry out in pain. It went in without too much difficulty due to all the excess pre-cum from Taylor’s hard cock. Taylor thrusted in and out of Tate, acquiring his feet in the air and placing them back inside his mouth.
“Be a good boy and I’ll let you cum inside of me.”
“Yes, alright.”
Taylor pounded him harder. Tate moaned out in pain and pleasure.
“You have to address me properly.”
“H-how do I-I do tha-at?” Tate asked, having difficulty getting the words out as Taylor wouldn’t let down from his pounding.
“Call me your master.”
“Y-yes, M-ma-aa-ss-ahhhh.”
Taylor up the frequency.
“Pathetic. What kind of good boy are you? You can’t even say it.”
“YES MASTER! POUND ME PLEASE!”
Taylor smirked. “Better.”
“PLEASE MASTER, CUM IN ME NOW!”
“Good boy doesn’t tell master when to-fuck…ugh ahg”
Taylor gave a final thrust and let out a huge loud inside of Tate.
“Ugh, fuck. I didn’t mean to cum so soon.”
Tate chuckled. “It’s alright, just means it’s my turn now.
Taylor smiled back as they swabbed positions. Tate grabbed Taylor’s feet and gave them a long whiff and sighed in pleasure. After placing Taylor’s right foot inside his mouth, Tate penetrated Taylor’s ready and willing hole.
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“Where the fuck are those guys?”
“I don’t know Cassie.”
“Stood up, those assholes. How dare they.”
“Let’s just go home and use that new vibrator I got.”
“Fine. That is better than no dick tonight I guess.”
