I didn't feel like Nick came much but he came hard and it wiped him out. Soon as he stopped twitching in me he just said "fuck" pulled out, stood up and gave my ass a smack. He pushed Chris over onto the other side of the other double bed, climbed under the sheets and said "sorry I don't have to pee Dan."
Me and Jack laughed at that and looked at each other past his foot still near my face. Literally seconds later Nick was snoring. Jack bopped my nose with his big toe, and smiled at me.
"Wanna help me out of these clothes, bud?"
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I grinned back and pulled my legs up on the bed so I was sitting at his feet. I went to grab his shorts with both hands but he grabbed me by the wrists and his tongue tsk-tsked. He pushed my hands back down, let go and slowly took off his shirt while I watched. He has an actually pretty tasteful zelda triforce tattoo on his upper arm that he'd showed me before, and I had seen him shirtless, but still. He had a fucking long, lithe, fit torso and he looked like the hottest guy I've ever seen. He laid back down, still smiling at me.
"Use your mouth."
I've already told you how close I am to Jack and how comfortable he made me. Now that it was just him and me (minus Nick's snores), I kinda felt like myself for the first time since Chris came in the room. I started getting more confident.
"So," I said matter of factly as I leaned down, arching my back so he could have a nice view of my butt. I gently kissed his calf right below his knee, then kissed him a few more times as I moved down. I rested my head sideways on his leg and looked up at him.
"Did you actually want me to kiss your feet or was Nick just fucking with me?"
"Nick was fucking with me as much as he was fucking you," he laughed. His dick was still rock hard and a string of pre ran from the head to just below his belly button. I sat up and started rubbing his left foot in my hands. I knew he'd gone to get a pedicure with our super flamboyant bulgarian coworker the summer before on a dare. He'd gotten chewed out over it so much though, and got so embarrassed that a manager had to tell everyone to drop it. I'd figured it was a lark, but his feet were so smooth and soft I was pretty sure he'd been back recently.
"That doesn't really answer my question," I said, brushing my thumb along his curling toes.
"The question is do *you* want to kiss my feet, you little fag," and he stuck his tongue out at me and the light caught the stud with a little flash. I could tell he was sounding defensive and he said fag like he would when he was trash talking during video games.
"That depends," I said as I kissed down his calf right to his ankle and flicked my tongue right above his foot. He gasped a little bit, grabbing his dick and pinching his nipple like he couldn't help himself. "Do you like it?" and I kissed the top of his foot.
"Fuck yes" he exhaled with a moan.
Just to be clear, I really hadn't done anything kinky prior to that night. I'd never really thought about any guys' feet except if I noticed they were gross, and piss play had never even entered my mind. The best sex I'd had before that was great and everything, but the wildest it ever got was bareback with a boyfriend after a thorough ass cleaning. I didn't even consider myself particularly submissive—I'm vers and yeah I loved being fucked hard but I could get pretty rough when I topped too. I don't know if it was the booze and drugs or if it came out of fear when Chris first held me down and hit me or if I always could've been that submissive, I just know that by the time it was just Jack and me in my bed I wanted to do anything that'd make him feel good.
I could tell me touching his feet made him feel really good, and for some reason I started thinking his feet looked sexy. They were bigger then I would've thought (later learned size 12), completely smooth and soft and pale. He had long toes, and the second one over was taller than his big toe, and all his toenails were well trimmed. I got under his foot and licked up from heel to toe, making him groan. I started french kissing his toes one at a time then as many as I could fit in my mouth at once, and I sucked on his big toe like it was a dick. He started humping at the air, stroking his dick with one hand and cradling his balls in the other.
"Fuck, Danny," he moaned and pulled his foot away. He ran a finger between his foreskin and the head of his dick, getting it covered with his pre. He sat up and stuck the finger in my mouth, my head still down on the bed where I was worshipping his foot.
"See what you're doing to me," he said as he slowly fucked my mouth and I kept sucking and swirling my tongue around his finger. His pre tasted delicious, salty and bittersweet and thick. He pulled out with a pop, leaned down and kissed me. Jack had told me he loves making out and that he's a great kisser—actually that was probably the closest we'd come to messing around before. I called bullshit, said he was all talk, and he looked at me for a minute like he was seriously considering shutting me up with his tongue—eventually he said something like it was too bad for me he'd never kiss a guy. That first, quick kiss, though. It was like he was making love to my mouth. His lips were soft and pliant but adamant too. It felt like his tongue was fucking mine and every now and then I could feel the stud rubbing hard along my tongue and clicking against my teeth. He'd go back and forth between clean shaven and having a chin strap beard, but by this point he'd settled on a chin patch that should've made him look like a douche but actually did a good job of making his chin look more defined. I loved how it tickled my chin.
He broke off the kiss and I felt like I died a little. He was holding my face in his hand, rubbing my cheek with his thumb, and looking at me really sweetly.
"You going to get my shorts off or not," he grinned and leaned back.
I pulled his leg back to me and kissed the top of his foot with a little lick. Then I started doing that over and over as I moved up his sexy muscular and hairy calf, up to his smooth inner thigh, and I kept going under his shorts till my head was basically in the pants leg. Yeah, was pretty sure before but commando confirmed. I went back down and tugged at the hem of his shorts with my teeth. He picked his ass up and let me pull down bout half his shorts partway. Then I went back to his other foot and did the same thing with the other leg, so the shorts were basically hanging just below his ass. I went back up between his legs, running my face along the crotch of the shorts up to the open fly just below his dick and balls. I pushed my nose up against his taint and under his balls as I got the base of the zipper in my mouth and pulled the shorts down to his knees. He bent his knees and yanked em off the rest of the way. He spread out his legs kinda cockily as I was taking in the view: his full, hanging balls those legs leading all the way up to a hint of his ass, his dick pointing straight up hard at his face. His hands were behind his head and even his deep, hairy armpits were turning me on. I started sliding up towards his crotch but all of a sudden a hand was on top of my head. He sat up and kissed me again. Again, a fucking perfect kiss.
"Don't go anywhere I'll be right back," he winked at me holding my chin.
I probably looked heartbroken or pathetic when I stuttered out, "wait, why? where're you going," cause he laughed and gave me an almost pitying but fond look.
"I really really need to pee dude, I'll be right back," and he kissed me again and started to move to get up. I don't know what came over me—well, that's not entirely true, I'm pretty sure I'd never been so turned on in my life and I didn't want his ass going anywhere—but I pulled him back and grabbed his dick and held it up to my lips. Even fully hard his foreskin covered the head a good bit. It was soaked with his cum and I started licking and sucking at it. I could tell he loved it but was almost overwhelmed.
