"Are you seeing your folks?"
"Yeah, but later today. Not till six. Just got a bit of washing and food shopping."
"How about you?"
"I've got washing to do as well and also have a kip, as we set off at five this afternoon."
"Oh, not nice."
"So, thanks again for a lovely time, Jake."
I went over to him, grabbed his head and gave him an amazing, sensual kiss, again to show him what I thought of him.
He held my head so tightly, and I could taste, feel and smell him.
"Where is it you're working again?"
"Manchester," Matty replied.
"Look, just a thought. If you're not sick of the place, why don't I book a hotel for Friday and Saturday night in Manchester and we can make a weekend of it? Or would you rather come home?"
"That would be nice, but I like to get away from the place."
"Totally understand."
"Nice touch though, Jake."
"Thanks, Matty. Maybe another time."
"Look, can I just ask one thing?" Matty said.
"Sure."
"Are we exclusive?" asked Matty.
"Yes," I beamed.
"Good. Me too," Matty said.
They kissed again, and Jake dropped Matty home.
As Matty got out of the car, he slipped off a trainer and took off his sock.
"Want this, kinky boy?"
"Please."
As Jake caught it, Matty laughed.
"Tomorrow night's wank."
They both laughed, and Jake drove off.
Jake put on some tunes and put some laundry in the machine, being careful to put the sock in his drawer.
Quite a collection now.
He enjoyed his roast with his family.
He always dodged questions about who he was seeing but was pretty open about everything else.
After dinner, Jake ironed his work shirts for the week and put the washing away.
It was ten o'clock before he knew it, so he went to bed.
He got Matty's sock out but, this time, just put it under his pillow in case he woke up horny in the night.
New Chapter
Monday.
Back at work, and my office was ready, but no Dylan.
He was away until our meeting on Tuesday night.
Jake had been so excited about Matty that, for the first few moments in the last two years, Dylan was pushed to the back of his mind.
Jake threw himself into his work and tried not to think about meeting Dylan on Wednesday evening at the hotel.
Tuesday, pretty much the same, and resisted wanking but was obsessed with thinking about his feet, his socks, the taste. Oh fuck he thought, how can I cope with another night?
Wednesday morning, 7 a.m.
Jake got a text.
"Don't forget tonight. Can you pick me up from Southampton Airport? Should be there for 6 p.m., Dylan."
Oh, fuck.
I instantly got hard and quickly changed my suit to my Paul Smith, slightly more fitted, then headed off to work.
Again, I threw myself into researching the mergers Dylan had asked me to look at and had lunch with Rachel, but said nothing about that evening.
"When are we having a film night?" I asked.
"How about tonight?"
"No, can't tonight, I thought we agreed Friday?"
"Why? What are you up to tonight?"
"Just don't feel 100%," I lied.
"You look good to me."
"Nah, I'm shattered and want to give you my full attention, Rach."
"No worries."
"Good," I replied.
I got to the airport for 5:45 and waited a few roads away for Dylan's text.
I was full of anticipation and excitement but also anxious. My poor cock had been thumping all day.
At 6:10 Dylan texted.
"I am here outside waiting. Main entrance drop-off."
Within two minutes I was there.
It was 28 degrees outside.
Thank God for air con, I thought.
There he was.
Navy suit.
Flight bag.
Laptop bag.
Fuck, he looked as sexy as ever.
Dylan seemed tired and a little stressed.
"How was your flight?"
"Oh, fine. I'm just looking forward to having something good to eat and a drink at the hotel."
"How are you, Jake?"
"All good, Dylan."
"I thought my name was Sir?"
"Sorry, Sir," I replied with a smile.
We got to the Hilton in good time, and Dylan checked in.
I followed him up to his room.
"Very nice," I said.
"Yes. I'll get a good night's sleep after something to eat."
"Oh," I replied. "I thought you needed your socked feet worshipped, Sir?"
"Do you honestly think I'd forget, Jake?"
"Don't know, Sir."
"'Course not. I just need a drink or two, something to eat, then, if you're good, I'll let you worship them."
Holy fuck.
I couldn't wait, but I tried everything not to look too excited.
My cock was aching.
The bar was busy, and Dylan ordered two vodka and Cokes.
We sat down in a busy corner as most of the seats were taken.
The air conditioning was keeping the crowded bar nicely cool.
Thank God.
We were both still wearing suits.
Fuck, he always looked so hot in a suit.
"How did you get on reading up about the mergers?"
"Yeah, okay, although I am still learning, they look good though.”
"Anything standing out from the spreadsheets to you, Jake?"
"No, not really."
"Another drink, or shall we eat?"
"Can we eat?" I replied. "I'm starving. You must be too."
"Fine by me."
Like last time at the Nici, I followed Dylan into the better restaurant, and we were seated in a quiet area with a sea view.
New Chapter
I couldn't help but stare at Dylan, and, of course, he caught me, but he didn't smile this time.
"Waiter, two sea bass, with a bottle of your best dry white."
"Yes, Sir," the waiter smiled and said, taking our menus.
The waiter poured the wine, and Dylan sampled it.
"Fine, thank you."
The waiter looked at me and poured me a chilled glass of wine.
We both sipped the wine.
The vodka had already hit my empty stomach, and the wine was relaxing me even more.
Dylan was talking about work.
I listened as best I could without looking down at his loafers.
By the time the sea bass arrived, we had finished the bottle, so Dylan casually ordered another.
"I can't have any more," I said.
"Yes, you can," Dylan replied. "We're working late."
I was gobsmacked.
“Staying the night? Or a Taxi, on me”
I had no idea. Hadn’t thought about it.
I hadn't packed anything.
"But, Sir, I haven't packed anything."
"You won't need anything. Just eat and drink."
I did as instructed.
My head told me, You've been waiting for this for over two years. Just go with it.
We finished the sea bass.
Not my choice, but it was delicious.
Dylan signed the chit, and I followed him to the lift.
We were on the fifth floor, and the room looked even better than when I had first seen it.
Dylan rang room service and ordered some champagne.
Within minutes it arrived, chilled in ice with two flutes.
Dylan poured two glasses, and we both drank them.
Dylan looked at me.
"You deserve this, slut."
"I know... I know I do, Sir," I replied.
He walked over to the bed and placed his feet right by my face.
They were still in their shoes.
He gently pressed one of his shoes against my face.
I was hard.
He put a little more pressure on my face.
I said nothing.
"I've had these socks on since Saturday. I have showered. My feet were clean this morning, but the socks I am sure will be to your liking”
I was slowly trembling with excitement, joy, and fear that I might not do the best job I could for my boss.
But I was going to give it my best shot.
My head was spinning. Alcohol had firmly made me relax but also spin.
The light dinner of sea bass hadn't filled me up.
"Take off my left shoe"
I slowly slid off his left shoe.
Wow.
Oh my God.
The smell hit me straight away.
That musky, male Dylan sweat.
I took the biggest inhale as I slowly moved my nose and face to the sole of his socked left foot.
"Now, slut, I just want you to sniff. Rub your nose up and down all over the sole of my socked left foot. Take your time. There's no hurry. We have all night."
I did as instructed.
My cock was so hard.
It was throbbing.
If I had touched it, or anyone else had touched it, I would've shot immediately.
But no one was touching it.
I took slow, steady, deep inhales, breathing in the sweaty, musky scent and relishing every moment, feeding my fetish and these beautiful, damp black socks of this gorgeous man that I'd fancied for far too long.
"Can I kiss them, Sir?" I asked.
"Not until I say so. Keep smelling."
So I did.
I worked my nose up and down, slowly making my way around the heel to my favourite area between the toes and over the tops of the toes.
I was in heaven.
He was groaning very quietly.
"You can now lick, but don't take the sock off."
My tongue couldn't wait to taste it.
His sweat didn't disappoint.
The sock was warm, wet, and tasted beyond my wildest dreams.
It was heaven.
"Bury your face, slut."
Dylan then undid his suit trousers, folded them neatly over the chair and instructed me to lie on the carpeted floor.
He pressed his socked foot over my face.
"I can see you're hard. Your pathetic penis is getting bigger. You are so gay... but I kind of like that."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Keep licking."
"Just let me know if there's anything else you need."
"Okay, now the other shoe," Dylan commanded.
I took it off slowly and, before I knew it, his other socked foot was pressed even more firmly against my face.
I worshipped it just like the first.
If I can say so, it tasted even better.
I was in a different world.
In ecstasy.
My whole body was slightly trembling, and I took my time.
Nothing mattered except Dylan's amazing, sweaty and stinky, almost intoxicating feet. Anyone called of walked in and I would have never noticed. Trance-like state.
I smelled.
I licked.
I groaned.
As did my cock.
It so wanted to come, but I left it alone.
His muscular legs.
Huge thighs and calves. Perfect.
An arse to die for in that suit.
And that huge bulge.
All I wanted was to keep tasting him.
Dylan took his foot away and poured himself another glass of champagne.
We both sat on the bed, and Dylan looked at me.
“ I kinda feel guilty, Jake”
“Why, sir?”
“Well, I get all the fun out of this.”
“I don’t think so, Sir. Can’t you tell, the way I love smelling and tasting them?”
“Are you sure you're happy with this arrangement, Jake? I am sorry, but I could never leave Sally and Edith”
“Sir, I have a new partner, hopefully, and as long as it just stays as sock fun, then no one needs to know!”
“Jake, you are amazing”
“Dylan, so are you. I promise you I am more than happy with this arrangement and will never tell a soul. I would have too much to lose, I promise”
‘Jake, that’s why I promoted you: level-headed and grounded. You are amazing, and I love these sessions”
“Likewise, Sir. Now, I am getting a taxi home. We are both very tired. That okay with you? Mind calling me one?”
“Good idea”.
I stood up, still dizzy from the alcohol and the sock worship. Dylan stood up and peeled off his socks.
“ I think you have earned these!”
“Thank you, sir”
