“Because you’re going to make me,” Peter mumbled, voice muffled and offering no resistance to Tex’s manhandling.
“See, Carver? He likes it when we take charge. You should try it sometime.”
Carver had a constipated look on his face, torn between objecting to Tex’s words and pulling out his cock so that he could jack off to the show.
“We’ll be in the bedroom,” Tex said, turning around without letting up his grip on Peter’s neck. “Feel free to come join.”
Tex was disappointed when he made it to the bedroom and Carver hadn’t followed. He closed the door behind him and let Peter out of the headlock.
“Carver was right, you know,” Tex said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and spreading his thighs, stretching his legs out in front of him on the floor. “If you’d rather just make out a little and leave my feet alone, that would be fine. After all, you do owe me a kiss.”
“I don’t mind,” Peter said, still in the exact same spot where Tex had left him—like he needed permission to move.
“Then why don’t you get down on the floor, take off my sneakers, and show me what you’ve got?”
Tex leaned back on his elbows, his cock pulsing at the sight of Peter slowly lowering himself to his knees and crawling over to his feet. He resisted the urge to touch himself, wanting to make this last. Peter sat down with his legs crossed under him, his face set in concentration as he put his hand on Tex’s foot and lifted it onto his lap.
Tex ground his foot down into Peter’s bulge, making the boy close his eyes and gasp.
“Take it off,” Tex ordered, his voice husky.
Peter followed the command, undoing the laces and sliding Tex’s shoe off his foot. Tex had showered after working out, but these were the same shoes he’d worked out in, and even from where he was sitting, he could smell the pungent odor.
“Sock too,” Tex ordered, wiggling his toes. Peter put the shoe down by his side and slid Tex’s sock off, leaving his foot bare.
“What do I do?” Peter asked, holding Tex’s foot and rubbing it softly.
“Massage it,” Tex commanded, pushing against Peter’s hold. “Harder than that.”
Peter obeyed, digging into Tex’s foot with his dainty fingers, each squeeze and touch going right to Tex’s cock.
He hardly noticed Carver coming into the room.
“Not too grossed out?” Carver asked Peter, crouching down next to him and watching him work Tex’s foot.
“It’s not gross,” Peter said, his voice soft and reverent. Tex’s balls pulled tight, and he grinned.
“He’s fine,” Tex said, gesturing for Carver to come over to the bed. “Why don’t you sit behind him and see if he likes having his nipples played with?”
Tex knew that Carver would get a kick out of twisting Peter’s nipples.
“That okay with you?” Carver asked, already sliding down behind Peter’s back and spreading his legs on either side of the boy’s body. Tex didn’t think Carver realized how the move trapped Peter between his stomach and Tex’s foot, or maybe he did and liked it too much to stop himself.
Carver brought his hands around Peter’s chest and just held them there, waiting for an answer.
“Sure,” Peter said, leaning back and resting against Carver’s chest. He obviously had no problem with the position.
“Don’t get lazy, Peter,” Tex warned, lifting his foot and pressing it against Peter’s chest, pushing down hard.
Peter let out a grunt, bringing his hands up to resume his duties, but Tex evaded him. He was in the mood to step things up a notch.
“Hands down,” he ordered, contradicting his previous command. He lifted his foot off Peter’s chest and slid it up, pressing down on Peter’s face and just holding it there.
Eyes closed, Peter didn’t struggle, and Carver ignored them both as his big hands sought out Peter’s nipples through his shirt and started rubbing them gently.
“Open your mouth,” Tex murmured, moving his foot down until his big toe was pressed against Peter’s lips. With his eyes still closed, Peter obeyed the command, lips barely parting before Tex pushed into his mouth.
It was wet and hot and wonderful. It wasn’t just that Tex had sensitive feet that made having them licked and worshiped such a turn on—though he did—but rather how powerful he felt when it happened. This was his foot, and Peter was licking it and debasing himself like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he belonged on the ground with Tex’s toe in his mouth.
