For a few weeks now, Andy had been playing around with the strange sonic pen he found in his backyard.
He didn't know where it came from, but it was clear that it had either supernatural or simply extraterrestial powers. He discovered that, with a simple command in his mind and the press of a button, he could cause time to freeze. And he couldn't wait to try this on his hot, sexy neighbor, Ben.
The doorbell rang. Andy rushed to the door and opened it.
"Sup dude," said Ben. Andy blushed, like he always did, and Ben, as usual, was oblivious. Ben was about six feet tall, wore his auburn hair in a buzzcut and had light brown stubble. He was gorgeous, model material, yet was unaware of his amazing looks, his fit body, masculine jaw, full lips, and glowing eyes. He had been in a long term relationship with his girlfriend since they were in high school, so he had never used his attractiveness to catch other women, even at the young age of twenty four. Andy found this loyalty even more attractive.
"Sup, Ben," said Andy, as he let his secret wank fantasy into the house. Ben was dressed in a sweat jacket, gym shorts, and had his nike running shoes on. His earphones were around his neck.
"Thanks for coming to visit so early in the morning before your morning jog, I appreciate it," said Andy, biting his finger as he gazed at Ben's amazing ass while Ben trudged to the living room. He sat himself on the couch.
"So, what did you need to see me for again?" said Ben, eyeing Andy with his beautiful eyes in a curious gaze. Andy felt like melting into a puddle of slime.
"Well, I just needed someone to practice my speech on for my communications class. Don't worry! It'll be quick, I promise, no more than five minutes. Do you mind?"
"Er, that's cool, dude, let's do it," said Ben.
"Well, do you want something to drink? I'm just going to head to the kitchen first."
"Sure, Coke, if you have it," said Ben. He relaxed into the sofa.
"Coke it is, " said Andy as he walked out of eyesight. He took the sonic pen from his pocket, pointed it at Ben, and pressed the button on it. The tip of the pen glowed a neon green, and it made a whirring noise. Ben made no sound.
Andy's heart began to beat so fast, and his stomach was filled with butterflies. Did it work? He wasn't sure if this thing would work on humans, he had only been testing it on his dog and insects. He was so nervous he thought he would vomit on the spot, as he crept gently into the living room to get a full glance of Ben.
As he turned around the couch, he found himself becoming more and more excited, and his cock began to stand to attention as he noticed what was before him. Ben was completely frozen, slightly slouching on the couch, his eyes wide open and focused on nothing around him. His beautiful lips were slightly opened as if he had just sighed.
Andy's hand was trembling as he moved it towards Ben's face. He waved it side to side. Then up and down. Ben remained completely frozen, his eyes fixed. Andy couldn't believe it. He moved in closer to Ben's face, right up to his nose--he had never imagined being this close to his wet dream before!--before moving back. He gently pressed Ben's nose, his hand still shaking. Ben didn't blink even once.
Andy stumbled back out of eye sight and pressed the button on his sonic pen again. The loud whirring sound occurred again.
"I'm sorry, " said Andy, his voice cracking. "Did you say Coke?"
"Yeah, Coke's fine dude," said Ben, turning to see him standing by the door.
"Okay," said Andy, wide eyed. Ben turned back around, a look on his face that clearly said "what is with this guy?" Andy waited until he fully turned around before zapping him again with the sonic pen.
He walked back into the living room, and sure enough, Ben was frozen once again. He knew the pen worked. No straight guy, or any guy for that matter, would let another guy get that close in his personal space without saying anything. It was official: the pen stopped time, and for the person who was frozen, they had no memory of what happened. Now the fun could begin . . .
Andy stepped back to the couch where Ben was frozen, this time his back was hunched forward. His face was again neutral, eyes focused on nothing in particular, his mouth closed, his hands hanging comfortably between his knees. Andy just looked at him. He was so beautiful! He didn't know what to do with himself.
This straight guy, his neighbor, whom he had known for all the years he had lived in this house, now completely under his command! There was so many forbidden things he wanted to do to Ben, to explore Ben, play with him--this fantasy come to life! He pushed Ben back into the sofa so that he wasn't hunched forward anymore, and sat next to him.
The first thing he did was get close to his face. He opened his mouth, not because he was interested in his teeth (which were immaculate), but because he could do it with abandon; it felt sexy as hell to be able to do whatever he wanted. He was glad that Ben's breath was minty and clean, probably because it was morning and he had most likely just brushed his teeth.
He loved the feel of Ben's stubble against his fingers, that rough, prickly feeling, that tickled his fingertips. He cradled Ben's handsome face in his hands and stared into those unblinking eyes, his heart beating faster and faster. Those beautiful eyes and Ben's doll like state were almost too much for Andy. He made Ben frown, then smile, then back to neutral again, leaving his mouth a little open, which he thought was hot. Andy caressed his buzzcut and tugged at Ben's ears playfully, giggling. Andy's cock was ready to burst out of his pants.
He nuzzled his nose into Ben's neck and sniffed him. Ben smelled good, like cologne. Who the fuck wears cologne before they go jogging? I guess Ben does, thought Andy to himself.
He felt the contours of Ben's muscled arms through his sweat jacket. "Ohh yeah," said Andy as he gripped and felt the biceps and triceps on both arms. He picked up Ben's hand, and played with it. Ben had masculine, big, sexy hands. Andy loved how metrosexual Ben was, even his fingernails were clipped evenly. Yet he remained completely masculine. He placed Ben's index finger into his own mouth and sucked playfully, even sucking on Ben's thumb. Ben stared on, blank.
Andy unzipped Ben's jacket, and his hand reached under Ben's thin white t-shirt, finding Ben's nipples, playing with them. He lifted the shirt up and beheld Ben's abs--to die for!--and shook his head in disbelief at his amazing pecs, that firm and hairless chest. He gained a bit of courage and wrapped his mouth around one of those nipples, suckling it, then biting it gently. He did this to the other one too, both nipples becoming hard and erect. Meanwhile Andy ran his hand on Ben's chiseled abs.
He noticed Ben's chest move up and down, which was good; he was frozen in time, but still very much alive. He didn't want the sonic pen to have any adverse effects on Ben.
Andy didn't even want to touch Ben's cock, not yet. He could see the outline of Ben's package through his nylon gym shorts; Andy thought he would faint if he started playing with that so soon. No, he wanted to try other things first.
Andy got up, grabbed the footstool, and placed Ben's feet on it, so that Ben was sitting with his legs parallel to the floor. Andy had a bit of a foot fetish, and he had always wondered what Ben's feet were like--well, now he was going to find out!
Slowly, he took Ben's right foot, and began untying the laces on his black Nike airmax shoe. He glanced upwards at Ben, who stared above Andy's head unblinkingly into nothing, not a clue in the world that his feet were about to become the plaything of his gay neighbor Andy. Ben could never imagine such a thought, and would probably murder Andy with his bare, sexy hands if he ever found out! Andy grinned devilishly at Ben, continuing to untie the laces.
Andy was paranoid as hell that Ben would become unfrozen at any minute; this little bit of anxiety combined with his own lust was incredibly arousing, and his heart was pumping with adrenaline.
As he unhooked the shoe from Ben's foot, his nose was instantly hit with Ben's foot odor. It wasn't rank at all; it was the smell of sweat, a natural foot odor, and it was intoxicating. He placed Ben's shoe to his nose and mouth, inhaling that sweaty, worn shoe smell fully, before throwing it to the floor with a large sigh.
He wiggled his fingers in anticipation as he gazed longingly at Ben's foot. He sighed. Then he plunged his face into the socked foot, inhaling deeply. He was loving the sensation of the warm, slightly damp sock, together with Ben's meaty foot pressing against his face. Andy felt like he was going mad with pleasure. This was clearly a hallucination! But it wasn't. Andy gleefully shook his head while burying his face in Ben's foot.
After spending some moments with Ben's lightly damp, socked foot, he began to reach past the ankle and tug at the sock, preparing himself for the big unveiling. Little by little he rolled the sock towards himself, revealing inch by inch the skin of Ben's beautiful large foot. Andy gasped. He rolled the sock over the heel carefully, then upwards, exposing Ben's large, pink sole, then his high arch, biting his lip the entire time. When he got to the toes, Andy used his teeth to toss the sock completely from Ben's foot. Before him was one of the most perfect feet he had ever seen. He always imagined Ben to have big feet with high arches, but reality surpassed his fantasy; Ben's foot was not only huge--probably size 12 or 13? 14?--but tender and soft, and his toes were immaculate and cut. He was not expecting such a straight guy to have such manicured feet; his girlfriend must keep him in check or Ben was more of a metro than he thought.
Andy happily pressed his face into that large fleshy sole, his eyes closed in bliss as he inhaled its aroma, his hands pressing and caressing the gorgeous specimen. His tongue instinctively darted out and began to lick Ben's foot, like a lollipop, hungrily. The taste of Ben's foot sent Andy's mind reeling, and his cock was trembling with precum. While his thumbs caressed the outside of the foot and the instep, his tongue explored Ben's arch, sole, and heel. His hands moved to Ben's ankle, massaging every inch of the foot, even the veins. Finally, he attacked Ben's toes like a hawk after its prey, snatching those long perfect toes into his mouth. He sucked on each one for god knows how long, his tongue darting in and out between the toes, before settling on the big toe, sucking it down and slurping at it as if he could swallow it. He opened his eyes and, just to be sure, checked if Ben showed any sign of response or awareness. Nope, he had the same clueless, frozen expression Andy had given him. He loved this!
Andy took off Ben's other shoe, and with less ceremony than before, tore off his sock, so that he could behold both beautiful feet together. They were perfect twins, and they were both about to get fucked. He flexed the toes of the other foot, licking at the sweaty spot underneath, then made a line with his tongue from the small toe on one foot to the small toe on the other foot, then back again, showering all ten toes lovingly with his tongue, enjoying the taste of straight feet on his tastebuds. He pressed both feet into his face and groaned with ecstasy. He couldn't hold back the impending explosion in his pants any longer and he didn't want to waste this opportunity by cumming prematurely.
He stood up and unbuckled his pants, dropping them and his boxers to the ground. His boxers were already wet with precum and his large cock was ready to blow, swollen hard, almost vibrating. He picked up Ben's legs and held both of his big feet together.
"God Ben," said Andy. "You don't even know." Ben stared at nothing in particular in response, his intense blue eyes frozen, his mouth slightly parted, silent.
Andy raised Ben's feet to his groin area, and stuck his dick into the space formed between Ben's feet.
"You don't even know! God," said Andy, besides himself with disbelief. "Your feet are a perfect fit for my cock!" He plunged his dick in between the insteps, slowly, the friction perfectly massaging his already bursting cock.
"You don't even know . . ." said Andy, humping Ben's straight feet, " . . . how hot you are . . . ," he humped faster, rubbing his dick against the pair of feet he had imagined fucking for so long, "how sexy you always were to me . . .," his dick was moving faster in the hole now, Ben's head began to bob up and down lightly as Andy forcefully fucked his feet, Ben's expression blank, "and . . . how much I love . . .how much I luhhh . . .oh god . . . LOVVE . . . ahhhhh fuuuuUUUUUCKKKKKK!"
Andy arched his head back, his eyes closed, his face twisted in an agonizing expression. His dick exploded cum all over Ben, his hairy legs, his chest, even his face! His dick had become a fire hose of cum, a result of mixing just the right amount of lust, anxiety, and pure physical sensation. Ben's head continued to bob up and down gently as Andy continually pressed his dick between Ben's feet, almost as if Ben was nodding in agreement. His blank face was hit by some jizz.
Andy stopped humping Ben and pulled out from Ben's feet, panting heavily, sweating. It seemed like he had cum forever. "Oh man, " he said to himself, in between breaths. "What have I done? Fuck that was amazing. FUCK!" He could still feel some cum rushing out of his dick, though his dick was swollen sore and spent. He quickly grabbed Ben's feet again before he missed this opportunity and used the remaining cum to paint Ben's feet and toes, growling happily, biting his lip in a twisted smile as he watched his dick massage cum into Ben's enormous heterosexual feet.
Before this, he wanted to be sure not to leave any evidence of his playtime with Ben, but it was too late now and Andy was far past the point of caring. He sat down, exhausted, next to Ben, who remained blissfully oblivious. He'd probably kill Andy and maybe die of embarrassment himself if he ever knew.
Andy laughed as he noticed a big glob of his own cum hanging from Ben's mouth.
"A gift from me to you," he said mischievously, touching the tip of Ben's nose playfully with his index finger. He scooped the bit of cum with his index finger and placed it in Ben's mouth, enjoying the feel of those warm, sensual lips surrounding his finger. He rubbed it onto Ben's tongue, even putting a little under the tongue too.
Andy was so happy that this worked! He took Ben's arm and placed it around him as he sank into his chest. He rested for a moment, satisfied beyond expression.
After a few moments, he stood up. He took the sonic pen, and stood a good distance away from Ben, before pointing it at his own crotch. He summoned the right thought that would activate another function of the sonic pen, one he discovered in the weeks prior. He pushed the button, it whirred again, and Andy laughed as his tired, swollen dick began to rise again, completely rejuvenated. He knew that the pen could give him a few more ejaculations (that was his limit), and he was ready to cash them all in the best way he could. And maybe there'd be some surprises for Ben as well?
Andy was sure there was enough fun for the two of them, maybe even more.
disclaimer: yada yada, mature audiences only, +18 and up, intended for gay people, all characters are 18 and over, and complete work of fiction. Email me with comments, this is only my second story and i'd love some feedback since comments are disabled atm!
