“Your heels were hurting my back. This way the backs of your legs will lie on my shoulders and your heels won’t dig into my back, sir.” I explained. He just nodded and put his legs one at a time on my back. The area just above his heels rested on my shoulders and that was perfectly comfortable. One problem solved. New problem created; I was basically staring at Nick’s crotch and I couldn’t reach the table this way, so no beer.
A long drink and he emptied his can, “grab 2 more and a straw.” Nick said and I complied. He dropped the straw in my unfinished can of beer and set it between his legs. “There you go” he said and paid me no more attention. This was a solution, but one that definitely increased my humiliation. Here I was on my hands and knees with his feet on my back and I was face first in his crotch sucking a straw. It was very clearly just mimicking blowing him.
I downed the beer, then another, and another. We’re just coming to half time and I was passing buzzed, entering drunk. I hadn’t gotten comfortable sucking a straw a few inches away from my best friend’s crotch while he literally used me as a footstool, but I also didn’t feel weird about it any more. If anything, it almost felt humorous to me.
“It’s not so bad is it?” Nick asked me looking down into my face. I was looking up at him with my lips closed around the straw. I just shrugged and shook my head a bit. “I need a few things from you during half time to fulfill the bet.”
“Yes, sir.” I replied as Nick quickly took his feet off me and placed each foot on the floor quickly. He grabbed the empty can between his legs and stood up. This was all one quick motion which caught me off guard. I didn’t react quickly enough. I tried to move back but when I lifted off my hands, I lost balance and fell face first into his crotch as he was standing. I felt Nick’s dick behind those athletic shorts on my face.
“Whoa, man. You okay?” Nick asked grabbing my shoulder to help steady me. There was care in his voice and I wasn’t even thinking about the bet.
“Yeah. Sorry, I think I got a bit drunker than I realized.” I replied from my knees looking up at him. His dick was clearly semi hard and so close to my face. It just didn’t seem to bother me much any more.
“I’m just a little buzzed. You’ve been such a good sport about the bet. Let me get a few more things from you and we can just finish watching the second half together. Cool.” Nick said.
“You’re awesome man. You’re a good friend. I’ll do whatever you want. It’s only fair because I lost. Stupid fucking Browns. Lost before, losing again.”
“I’m going to set my phone on the counter because I do want a picture of a Browns fan kissing a Steelers fan’s ass.” Nick said propping his phone up on the counter with the camera facing the small living room.
“Uggghh. You serious?” I whined.
“C’mon, don’t bitch out now or I’ll make you finish the game as my footstool.” Nick laughed. He grabbed another beer from the fridge and walked back to where I was on my knees, sitting on my feet. “Here, just chug this.” He said, hanging he the beer.
“Thanks, dude.” I popped the top and emptied it in one go. Let out a burp, set the can on the coffee table, and just looked up at Nick.
“Ask me for permission.” Nick said, looking down at me. He was so close I could smell his crotch. It was so close and again, it just didn’t bother me as much as before. I guess spending over an hour staring at it and being drunk just remind the weirdness of it.
I smiled up at him. “Please sir, Steelers God, can this lowly Browns fan kiss your ass?”
The triumph on Nick’s face was apparent even in my drunk state. “Nah, man – I wasn’t serious. Asses aren’t for kissing, they are for sitting. You can worship my feet though.” Nick sat down and just immediately raised his leg and put a foot on my face.
I was a bit confused, but decided to just go with it. Kissing his foot wasn’t as bad as kissing his ass. I grabbed his ankle with both hands and started placing kisses all over the sole of his foot.
“Take off my socks.” Nick ordered. I pulled the sock off of each foot and went back to kissing the sole of his right foot. He pulled it away and stuck his left foot in my face. I began kissing it all over. “That’s very nice, dog. Just keep worshipping my feet.”
I just kinda went with it and I was trying to do a good job. Parts of his foot were really soft. The skin felt nice on my lips. I open-mouthed kissed his foot a few times, just barely brushing the tip of my tongue against his foot. It was kinda salty, it didn’t smell bad considering I know he didn’t shower after we worked out. I bet he showered right before. Nick was moving his foot around my face to make sure I kissed every inch of it.
“Switch. Also, I love the tongue action. Feel free to put more of that in the mix.” Nick said while dropping that foot and pushing the other back into my face. I immediately began kissing it with much more tongue. “Why don’t you lick my whole foot?”
I didn’t even think about it. I just placed my tongue flatly on his heel and licked up to his little toe. It felt nice. I did it again. I just kept licking the length of his foot. I licked up to the tip of his big toe and he pushed it into my mouth. “Suck it.” Was all he said and I closed my lips around his toe and sucked it. “That’s great. Keep sucking it.” I mildly enjoyed it. It felt different in my mouth and it was interesting. He pulled it out and then had me suck the other toe. It wasn’t bad.
“Alright the game is coming back on. You didn’t get through all the things I had planned during half time. So, to be fair, you can watch the 2nd half of the game with me because I said you could, but during commercials you have to do the other things I had planned. Deal?” Nick said.
“For sure. That’s fair dude. Thanks for being so cool.” I slurred back at him. “Can I get us another beer, sir?” Nick nodded. I shuffled to the fridge and shuffled back. I handed him a beer and then just turned to face the TV and remained on my knees. Kick off, the fair catch, the first series, punt, commercial.
“Lie down on your back on the couch.” Nick said while standing up. I did so, I was looking up at him, he turned away from me and began lowering himself down like he was doing a squat lift. My view was turning into just his ass. I put my hands up and pushed against his butt.
“What’re you doing?” I asked.
Nick turned and looked down at me. “Asses are for sitting. You can kiss it if you want, but I want a shot of a Browns fan letting a Steelers fan sit on his face. C’mon man, it’s hilarious.” Nick made it sound like just a funny gag. I smiled back and nodded.
He turned again and literally lowered his ass to my face. I’ve eaten girls out, but this was so different. I could feel his muscular butt cheeks on my face and he positioned it so my nose was in the crack of his ass. It smelled like sweaty musky butt I guess; strangely, I didn’t mind it. He felt warm. I felt oddly comfortable. I had to breathe through my mouth as he smashed my nose into his butt. I quickly realized, I couldn’t really breath through my mouth well either. I reached an arm up and tapped his side.