I fell asleep with both of Kevin's feet in my lap leaning back against my bed while he lay sleeping on the floor. Before that, I had spent my last wakeful hour gently licking his feet and thoroughly enjoying the way they tasted and felt in my mouth. His toes were so long and slender that I took my time exploring them.
I sucked each one deeply, enjoying the way they wiggled against my tongue, yet he never pulled them away. His nails we kept severely short but I could still feel them scrape along the roof of my mouth as I put as many toes as I could inside and ran my bottom teeth slowly along his soles.
After a while, he rolled over onto his stomach and I took that opportunity to give his heels and arches a more complete taste. His soles were thick but not hard from all the years wearing skates playing hockey. I buried my face between his feet and went to work at them.
I sucked them hard and gently bit the soft folds of skin in his arches. When I did this Kevin would cross his big toe over his second toe then flex his toes down as if in protest. Seeing this made me wildly excited and I could feel my penis straining against my pants. I wanted so much to set it free, especially seeing the hair on Kevin's legs just past his jeans. Oh how I wanted to do more, to jump right in and just take him so completely.
I stopped then with his feet resting on top of my crotch over top of my pants. His feet had shriveled due to all the attention I had lavished upon them and Kevin was now sleeping soundly. I ran my fingers ever so lightly over his heels and between his toes until soon I was asleep as well.
In the morning when I woke up, he was already gone. Had it really happened? Had I scared him away? Did he regret his acquiescence? My lips felt numb and slightly swollen from the work out they had endured. I was reasonably sure that I hadn't imagined anything. But what had happened to Kevin?
I nearly burst out laughing when I got my answer in the form of a page left on his bed. Beneath a pair of his underwear was a note that said, "Hockey practice - late. Going to play through my hangover. Guess we're all weird in our own way!"
The crotch was still damp and the musky smell of cum was too prevalent to be denied. I could only wonder at what point it had happened and decided I didn't care as I put my tongue into the wetness closed my eyes and smiled.
It seemed like forever until he got back. The questions I had in my mind were competing with each other and I was certain they would all come tumbling out at once, when he returned. Instead, when the door opened and Kevin walked in there was a brief and awkward silence - punctuated by a momentary glance towards the note he had left me. The underwear that had been left out for me had been tucked away out of sight.
"I guess you got my note", he said finally.
"Note? There was a note, something must have distracted me", I teased.
A quick smile and then a downward glance returned my gaze.
"Yeah, I guess we should talk about that huh?" he said.
I sat down on his bed and moved the note aside gesturing for him to sit too, but he remained standing.
"Actually, I should probably grab a shower first. I am pretty ripe from hockey practice" he answered.
I tried to tell him that it didn't matter to me, then he suggested that I could use one too. I was still wearing my clothes from last night, and considering the potential, I agreed quickly.
My heart was racing. Our dorm had a communal shower on each floor with a couple of stalls off to the side that had curtains. Usually, everyone just used the shower tower in the middle of the room because the stalls were pretty dank and moldy. Kevin got to the showers after I did, but instead of standing near me, he moved off towards a stall and closed the curtain.
I took a long shower and kept waiting for some sign that I should join him, but it never came. I finished up and returned to our room. Kevin followed about five minutes afterwards and found me lying naked on my bed.
"Just give me a minute," he said as he walked into our oversized walk-in closet and closed the door behind himself.
The anticipation was driving me crazy and my cock felt harder than it ever had been. Ten minutes later Kevin had still not emerged. I concluded that he was waiting for me since I did not hear a sound inside. I slid open the closet door and there he was, still wearing his towel wrapped around his waist, sitting atop the wooden laundry hamper.
He was crying silently and his tears were dropping onto the tops of his feet as they made their way to the floor.
"Aaron, I'm not gay, I can't do this, it's not right, it's a lie" he said meekly.
I was confused; I couldn't reconcile what he was telling me with what had happened the night before.
"You let me do it, the underwear this morning - I thought..." I was almost shouting.
"Last night with the feet was something I never expected" he retorted, "I can't deny it felt great to have you licking my feet like that but I can't return the favor and the whole time I had my eyes closed I was trying to forget it was even you!"
Callously, I reminded him about the cum in his underwear which he left for me to find.
"I know, it's true - it happened, and all morning I've been wondering why I let you, why I used you to get off and led you to believe it could be mutual. It isn't, it won't be, I love having you for my friend but I am not gay!"
At once it was all clear to me. The solution was so obvious that I spoke it at once, "You don't have to be. I am not even sure what I am, and as of last night I don't really care either. I love you as my best friend and I am attracted to your body for some reason I can't explain. I don't expect anything in return, so if you like the way it feels just accept that!"
Kevin sat there nodding for what seemed like an hour as I held my breath. Then he asked, "Is it just my feet and my clothes or is there more I should know about?"
"I don't know", I lied, "Close your eyes and don't think about it" I whispered. The floor beneath his foot was cold and wet from where his tears had landed. I kneeled down in front of him and touched the end of his big toe. I traced a path where the tears had been around to his ankle with my index finger but got no response.
Slowly, I ran my thumb along the underside of his foot and tickled the soft skin of his arch. His toes curled up firmly then spread apart wide. I looked up and saw that he had the hint of a smile forming and that indeed his eyes were closed.
Gently, I licked between each of his toes then sucked his big toe in and out of my mouth building in intensity. He brought his other foot around to place beside the first one. I ignored it. I began licking the interior portion of his ankle then gradually brought my tongue up onto his hairy legs reaching higher and higher with every pass.
When I reached the edge of the towel, I took hold of it with my hand and gave a sharp tug. It fell away from his waist, exposing the remainder of his legs and his circumcised, flaccid penis. His eyes remained closed tightly.
I continued licking slowly up Kevin's legs, tasting the saltiness of his hair and feeling his muscles tense as I got closer to my intended destination. I paused for a second, trying to gather my courage and wondered if I was capable of doing what I was thinking.
When my tongue touched the end of his penis nothing happened. I closed my lips over the head of his cock and then I felt it, it was getting larger in my mouth and his thin shaft was getting longer, pushing deeper inside of me.
I was actually doing it. My best friend of five years was sitting there naked in front of me. I was naked on my knees and sucking his dick.
I had a man's penis in my mouth and I loved the way it tasted, loved the way it felt as is slid along my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My lips descended as far down his cock as they could until my nose was buried in the sweet smell of his pubic hair and the bulbous head of his penis was lodged solidly at the back of my throat.
Kevin made a small noise and said my name in the form of a question, but I didn't stop. I worked my lips with the same intensity I had for his feet the night before, up and down every inch of his penis sucking for all I was worth. I knew he was about to cum and it was no surprise that I was almost ready myself.
There was no turning back. I remember tasting a warm sharpness at the back of my throat and feeling his penis pulsating in my mouth. I held his cock in my mouth carefully and swallowed down each drop as I too began ejaculating as well.
The first few of his squirts had gone straight down my throat, but the last ones I collected under my tongue so that I could savor their flavor. When I was sure he was done, I licked the end of his penis and saw the mess that I had made on the floor and on the tops of his feet. I returned my attention to his feet and spent the next ten minutes licking them clean as well.
I noticed that Kevin's cum was thicker and much stronger tasting than my own, but I enjoyed the slippery texture I had added to his soft pale feet, as I made sure every trace was gone.
I left Kevin sitting there and got dressed. Neither of us spoke. I wondered about the irony of Kevin being left in the closet and wondered if I would ever be able to convince him to come out again.