Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2008 01:03:08 -0400
From: cobblehillguy@aim.com
Subject: 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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