It had been a long day of shooting, hot sun, and hours on their feet. Tyler and Dylan are trying to unwind after such a long day, both stripped down to lose some of the excess heat. Tyler is in nothing but an old pair of ratty boxers while Dylan is dressed more conservatively in a threadbare t-shirt and boxer-briefs and socks. They sitting next each other, but with a seat open between for more cooling, sipping on cold beers.
"I am beat." Dylan lets out with a sigh. He groans as he lifts one of his feet, pulling off the dank sock and massaging his foot. The action has Tyler's immediate attention. Of course he knows his friend is good looking, but ever since he saw Dylan's barefeet stepping out of that tub of water last year he hasn't been able to get them out of his mind. They're sexy feet, pale and long, pink toes and veiny tops, he wants to touch them. "My feet are killing me." Dylan moans, the sound going straight to Tyler's dick. Not the best place at the moment.
"I-" Tyler starts but has to swallow around a lump in his throat. "I could massage them for you?" It comes out a little strangely but Dylan is already nodding and placing his feet in Tyler's lap, narrowly missing his friends half hard cock. Tyler picks up Dylan's right foot and holds it higher, Dylan retracts to make the movement easier. Dylan's feet are warm and soft underneath his thumbs as he works them into the sole. Dylan moans and Tyler's cock goes from half mast to full in seconds. Tyler switches feet and soon Dylan has fallen asleep. "Dylan?" Tyler tries to get his friends attention but there is no answer. Tyler lifts Dylan's foot to his face, Dylan's scent is strong as he holds the toes to his nose.
"Fuck." Tyler can't help the moan he lets out. To make sure his friend it out cold he briefly licks the big toe, when Dylan doesn't react Tyler takes the toe into his mouth, sucking on it. It tastes so much better than he imagined. Soon he's taking Dylan's other toes into his mouth and fucking in between with his tongue. He pops them out of his mouth and looks to his friends face, his pink mouth has fallen open, but he shows no sign of waking up.
Tyler licks up the sole, kissing and worshipping the foot. Soon he moves on to Dylan's other foot and gives it the same treatment. Tyler can't take it anymore his cock is rock hard and tenting his boxers, he removes himself from the couch and takes them off, his cock bounces in the cool air. Tyler returns to the couch but takes a seat on the arm, taking on of Dylan's feet he starts rubbing off against it. Spit isn't the greatest lube but it works well enough for this. Tyler slaps the head of his cock against the sole of the foot and then begins pumping his hips. He moans every time Dylan's toes hit the head of his cock. They curl every now and then giving Tyler a sexy and cute image.
He grabs Dylan's ankles and puts his feet together, making a tight channel for him to fuck into. It feels amazing. He looks on his friends innocent sleeping face as he fucks his feet and wonders how he hasn't woken up yet. Tyler drops Dylan's feet a couple inches and begin working his cock in between his toes. Each toe caresses his cock head and shaft as he fucks them and Tyler is close, so close.
"Ugh!" He comes, painting Dylan's feet in globs of white cum, some of his cumshot reaching into the hairs of Dylan's leg. Tyler isn't sure what to do, but Dylan is still a sleep. He goes back to massaging his friends (no longer virgin) feet while silently freaking out, and then freaking out more when he realizes that he just massaged his come into his friends feet. He jumps off of the couch and is putting on his boxers before Dylan can wake up. He moves to the restroom of the trailer looking for wet naps or towel. When he returns Dylan is stretching, waking up.
"Man, I'm sorry I fell asleep on you." Dylan says with a laugh. "That must have been some foot massage."
"Yeah, but I'm glad it helped." Tyler tries to gauge his friend but ends up sitting next to him once again. Dylan stretches on last time and Tyler studies him and that's when he notices that the cum that he had gotten on Dylan's leg is missing, and he hadn't touched it.
"Do you want me to do you next?" Dylan looks at him with a smile on his face and the residue of cum on his lips.
