Fifteen Minutes

Fifteen Minutes by CobbleHillGuy

(This story is a work of erotic fiction containing scenes of graphic sexual activity between two adult men. If you're under the age of consent, if this sort of material is illegal in your community, or if you're offended by smut, don't read past this sentence. This text and all characters contained herein are Copyright 2008 CobbleHillGuy and may not be reproduced or transmitted without the direct permission of the author.)

It doesn't really matter how all of this came about. This is what you need to know: Ken Duffy is a straight friend of mine. A co-worker. We've known each other for years, and he has always been aware that I was attracted to him. We'd had more than one conversation about how I wanted to see him naked and play with his bare feet. I'd asked -- several times -- if he would be willing to indulge my fantasies. And finally, almost magically, after many months of asking, pleading, and negotiating, he agreed to give me fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes in which I could do whatever I wanted to him. We agreed on Labor Day afternoon, when no one would be around. We entered Duffy's office, he locked the door and...

Duffy sat back in his chair, and with an embarrassed grin, quickly pulled off his sneakers. I was sitting on his couch, facing him, and already rubbing myself through my jeans.

He reached down to peel off his socks, then hesitated. "Do you want to do this yourself?" Wow. I didn't think he'd make any sort of proactive offer.

"Yeah!"

So he raised both of his feet and plopped them down in my lap. I felt them up and found them damp, but the foot odor he'd troubled himself about was practically non-existent. There was a vague sneaker/sock smell, but it wasn't at all unpleasant.

I looked at him with uncertainty.

"Go ahead...it's okay."

I nodded and took a grip on his left foot, raising it slightly so that it was off my lap and closer to my face. I wanted to press my nose into his foot, but I was afraid to try. Instead I pushed the leg of his pants up slightly, then ran my hand along the length of his black sock, until I could feel a dusting of hair on his upper calf. I let my fingers dance over that hair, but not for too long. Then I hooked them into the top of his sock and started pulling down.

Little by little, his lower calf was revealed to me, then his ankle. I slid the sock over and past his heel. For a second, I just let the sock sit there, half on and half off. I rubbed my hand over his heel. It was smooth and warm to the touch. I looked at Duffy's face. He was expressionless. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying this or if he was indifferent and simply doing this out of obligation.

Not wanting to question his demeanor, I quickly pulled his sock off. Now his bare foot was resting in my lap. I held it. I gave the arch a squeeze. He wiggled his toes slowly, stretching them. I was grinning. I could feel it.

"Well? Everything you'd hoped for?"

I looked at him again. Now he was smiling.

"Yeah, this is great," I said, with great enthusiasm.

"Good." With a gesture towards the clock, he reminded me of the time limit. "If you want to do anything else, you've got about thirteen minutes."

"Okay." Without any procrastination, I pulled the sock off his other foot. But I took a second to look at them. Those smooth soles and long toes of his sure did look tasty. I licked my lips.

"So, Duffy..." I said. "How far can I go here?"

He put a hand over his face and sighed. "I'm not touching anything and I'm not putting anything in my mouth, but you...we agreed..." He shook his head. "Look, just hurry up, okay?"

I took his right foot by the heel and lifted it to my face. Instinctively, I gave it a sniff, and then I dove right in and started sucking his toes. I started with the smaller ones, one and two at a time. Duffy was wiggling them in my mouth. Then I started to suck on his big toe. I sucked it as if it were a cock, using my tongue, teasing it, licking it.

With my free hand, I could feel the toes of his other foot, wiggling and squirming. But his face, what I could see of it, revealed nothing. I grabbed his other foot, lifted it close, and started licking the sole. God, it tasted so good. Like a madman I sucked the toes of that foot, then switched back again.

I'd been afraid that Duffy would flinch or back away once things got going, but he didn't. He remained silent and steadfast.

The clock was ticking.

While I pushed his feet together to suck as many of his toes as I possibly could at once, I used my own feet to push my sneakers off. My socks were trickier, but once I got a toe into the top of my sock, it was easy work. Now I was barefoot, too. I rubbed my own feet together. Duffy looked at my feet, and my dick swelled, knowing he was checking them out. He looked from them to me and back again. "Um...I'm not gonna..."

I put him at ease. "No, Duffy, you don't have to lick my feet." As he sighed with relief, I pushed his feet away from my face and stood up.

"Oh, boy..." he said. He knew this was coming. We'd talked about it. Without embarrassment, I pulled my t-shirt up over my head. Then I unbuttoned my jeans, hooked my thumbs into the waistband, catching my underwear in the process, and in a matter of seconds, I was completely naked. My boner throbbed just inches from Duffy's face.

I sat back down. He smiled, somewhat uncomfortably, and turned a bit red in the face. "You're really shameless, aren't you?"

What could I say? I just shrugged. And I casually started to beat off in front of him. He closed his eyes. "Ah-ah...face front," I said. He winced, but he opened his eyes and looked at me. I was stroking my rod up and down, already close to the edge. But we still had time.

"What now?" he asked.

"Take off your clothes."

There was a sharp intake of breath. I braced myself for what was to come; for the moment when Duffy would tell me to get dressed and leave his office. Instead, he exhaled slowly and stood up. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a white tee underneath which he quickly removed. He undid his khaki pants and lowered them. Now, he was standing in just a pair of print boxers from Old Navy.

I continued to masturbate as he stood there, unsure of himself. "Keep going," I said.

He stepped out of his pants, which had been pooled around his ankles. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Again, he glanced at the clock. "Ten minutes," he said, nervously.

"Uh-huh. Just lose the shorts."

And lose them, he did. Down and off they went. He kicked them away and stood there, watching me jack off. His dick was about four inches flacid. Nice big balls. Low-hangers. And he had one hell of a thick, brown bush.

A few seconds passed. I knew what I wanted next, but wasn't sure I could get away with it. I sat forward, letting go of my cock and resting my arms on my knees. I looked up at Duffy. He dick was just a few inches in front of my face, slightly above my eye line. He was looking down at me, at his dick, back at me. "You can close your eyes, if you want," I said. Then I started sucking his cock.

My first thought was that it tasted a little salty. I guess he'd been wearing his shorts for a few hours...or maybe we his nerves made him sweaty. Whatever, I can't say that I cared. For a solid minute, nothing happened. He remained completely limp. I wasn't a cocksucking expert, but I was pretty sure I knew what I was doing. But just as I was about to give up, I felt...something. Duffy's dick slowly started to plump up. My mouth started to fill. Holy shit, he was getting hard!

I put one hand on his ass, and slowly, Duffy started to fuck my mouth. His dick kept getting bigger. Thicker. I pulled off for a second, to look at it. It looked to be close to eight inches. Now that it was out of my mouth, I could see it wasn't super-thick, but its solid girth totally suited Duffy's lanky body. I looked up at Duffy and we locked eyes. Then I licked the tip of his cock. He moaned and shoved it back in my mouth.

It felt like this went on for a long time, but really, it didn't last more than a few minutes. Duffy pulled his dick out and let it bob in front of my face, then he sat down in his chair again. I stared at him while continuing to masturbate. I wasn't sure what was going on. Was he done? I started to worry.

"You okay?" I asked.

He remained silent for a couple of seconds. When he finally spoke, he seemed annoyed. "That wasn't cool."

"Huh?" I was shocked.

"I knew you were going to do that, but...no...that wasn't cool." Of course, his cock was still rock hard as he said this.

"Are you telling me you want to quit?"

Again, he looked at the clock. Without facing me, he said, "I agreed to fifteen minutes. There's still about six left. What now?"

Now the part of me that wasn't a sex fiend thought it was time to let him off the hook. He'd been a good sport so far, and I could tell that despite his erection, he was on the verge of turning on me. But then I thought, what the hell. I'd waited a long time for this.

"Stand up, turn around, and put one foot on your chair."

He started to do as I'd asked, but then he suddenly stopped. "Why? What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it."

"You're NOT fucking me."

"Duffy?"

"What?"

"Just shut up and turn around, okay?"

He sort of grunted, but quickly assumed the position. Now I was staring at his beautiful, hairy ass and his dangling balls. "Trust me," I said, "You'll like this."

Without any further ado, I used my hands to spread his cheeks and started eating his ass. There's no denying that he was a little ripe back there. Straight boys, you know? And I don't think that he ever thought he'd find himself in this position. I mean, we'd talked about getting naked and the foot stuff. But ass-eating? That was never really on the agenda.

I could feel him tense up, at first. His tried to clench his asscheeks, but I pushed them apart and ran my tongue along his hole. He made this sound...like humming, I guess, then suddenly he pushed back, letting me go to town. I was in heaven. The more I licked, the sweeter his hole got. I could feel him flexing it. I pushed my tongue against his sphincter, tasting more of his hole. He responded to this by flat-out moaning and pushing himself so hard against my face that I almost lost my balance and fell over backwards.

With my right hand, I reached under him, past his balls, in an effort to stroke his dick. I was surprised (although, in hindsight, not really) to find that he was already jerking off.

"Mmm...mmm...three...minutes...left..."

Was he serious?!?

Reluctantly, I backed away from his now-soaking wet hole. I sat back down on the couch. "Turn around and have a seat," I said. He plopped himself down in his chair. His dick was so hard, I thought it might explode. "Let me suck your feet some more."

Once again, he put his feet in my lap...so close to my cock. I grabbed his right foot and started slurping on the sole. Then, as I sucked his toes, I took hold of his left foot and guided it closer to my crotch. I could feet it against my balls. I pulled it closer, and Duffy, God love him, actually wiggled his toes against the base of my dick. I stopped sucking on his foot long enough to issue one more request. Or command. At this point, I had no idea. "Jack off for me."

"Two minutes," he said. Duffy gripped his cock and held it, not moving. But as I sucked his big toe with the same gusto I would a cock, he started masturbating openly in front of me. He had an interesting technique. With one hand, he stroked his dick with a firm grip. Using the palm of the other hand, he rubbed the head of his cock, slowly rubbing the precum around.

The pressure of his foot on my junk increased slightly. Duffy's breathing changed, becoming heavier. He was getting close. I gave the sole of his foot one last, long lick, then dropped it alongside the other. Now both of his feet were in my crotch.

I jerked off, pretty close to cumming myself. And as Duffy's long prick exploded a geyser of cum all over his neck, chest, and stomach, I shot my load all over his feet. I was able to coat his soles pretty well, some got on his toes, and a little landed on one of his ankles.

As he came down from his orgasm, Duffy said nothing. His breathing slowed. Before he could completely come to his senses, I lifted his feet to my face yet again and licked off every drop of my own jizz.

"That's gross!" I looked at Duffy and found him smiling. I had been worried about the aftermath of all this, but at that moment, I knew it would be okay. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bunch of paper napkins, no doubt left over from many lunch hours spent at his desk. As his cock bobbed in its gentle regression to a flaccid state, he cleaned himself up. He removed his feet from my lap and wiped them down, too.

We didn't speak as he dressed. He put on his t-shirt and boxers, his pants and his shirt. Finally, and regrettably, he pulled his socks onto his feet. Just as he was about to put his shoes on, he paused. "Wait a second," he said, and he removed his socks again. I sat there, still naked, and my cock surged. He held out his socks to me. "Do you want these?"

"Huh?

"You know, as a souvenir or whatever. Do you want 'em?"

"Hell, yeah! Thanks!" I took the socks from his hand and gave them a sniff. Yeah, I'd enjoy these.

He slipped his bare feet into his sneakers, then looked at me with a smirk. "You can get get dressed anytime, you know."

"Okay, okay..." I took my time about it, and like Duffy, I reached for my socks almost last.

"Hold on," he said. What now? I sat there, barefoot, with my socks in one hand, as Duffy rolled his chair closer to me.

"I...um...I wanna try something. And if you ever tell anyone..." Before I could question him, Duffy grabbed my right leg and took hold of my foot by the heel. He gave it a squeeze, then felt up my toes. Was he going to...? Yes! Quickly, as if he was afraid he'd change his mind, Duffy gave my sole one long lick, then ran his tongue along my toes, wetting them with his spit before taking my big toe into his mouth. He sucked it for a second, backed off, and let go.

"I just wanted to try it."

"Wow. And...?"

"It's okay. Feels better having it done. That was great, by the way."

I began putting on my socks and shoes. "So do you think you might want to...you know...again?" He'd really gotten my hopes up.

"The deal was for fifteen minutes," he said firmly. He went to his office door and held it open so I could leave.

"Gotcha," I said, shoving his socks into my pocket.

Just as I walked past him, Duffy patted me on the back. "We'll see," he said. And he closed the door behind me.

We'll see. I could deal with that...

-The End

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