B.J's Unforgettable Experience with Fer
B.J, a new friend of Fer's, arrived early at his home. Fer, who didn't like visitors with shoes on, was surprised and slightly irritated to find B.J still wearing leather shoes. As he entered the room, Fer couldn't help but take a whiff of B.J's footwear; the smell of leather mixed with sweat was quite peculiar.
"Hey, Fer," said B.J, oblivious to his host's discomfort. "You got anything to drink?"
Fer glared at him, holding the offending shoes in his hands. He couldn't help but admire the sleek design of the shoes; they were clearly very expensive. Sighing in annoyance, he decided to confront B.J about his footwear fetish.
"Listen, B.J," he said sternly. "I don't like people coming into my house with shoes on. Take them off."
B.J looked at him blankly, clearly unaware of Fer's discomfort towards shoes. "Oh, okay. Sorry about that," he muttered, untying his laces and removing his shoes.
Fer watched closely as B.J placed his shoes neatly by the door. He couldn't help but admire the smooth contours of B.J's feet, covered only by black socks. He couldn't resist taking a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of sweat that lingered on the socks.
Gently, he lifted each foot, examining the intricate patterns on the socks. He paid extra attention to the sole of B.J's feet, noticing the calluses that had formed from years of walking barefoot. He grinned to himself, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of worshipping B.J's feet.
Suddenly, he grabbed B.J's ankles and pulled him closer. Shocked, B.J tried to pull away, but Fer's grip was firm. He felt Fer's warm breath on his feet, sending shivers down his spine.
"What are you doing?" whispered B.J, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
"Shh," whispered Fer, his voice barely audible. "Just relax."
He moved closer, his lips brushing against the arch of B.J's foot. He heard B.J's sharp intake of breath, and he smiled. Slowly, he moved up, kissing the soft skin of B.J's ankles, his calves, his thighs.
By the time he reached his target, B.J was panting heavily. Fer knelt in front of him, his face inches away from B.J's belly button. He breathed in deeply, savoring the unique scent that emanated from B.J's body. With one swift motion, he pressed his lips against B.J's belly button, exploring every inch with his tongue.
B.J groaned, arching his back in pleasure. He was shocked at how good it felt to have Fer's tongue on his belly button. Before he knew it, Fer was back on his feet, his lips moving up his chest, teasing his nipples with his teeth.
In the end, Fer left B.J panting and begging for more. It was clear that this was an experience he would never forget.
