The professor’s tongue traced the outline of Eric’s toes through the fabric, his hands massaging the soles with firm, deliberate strokes. The fabric was warm against his lips, carrying the faint musk of the professor’s skin, a scent that made Eric’s head swim with desire. Gay porn Carter’s pants followed, pooling at his feet, but his socks remained, the fabric clinging to his strong calves.Eric’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. “James,” he gasped, his voice breaking. He nodded, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside him. “We have to do this again,” he said, his voice rough with need.Eric nodded, his heart racing. “Me neither,” he whispered, his lips curling into a smile. “Okay.”Professor Carter moved with purpose, sliding off the couch to kneel on the floor in front of Eric. He nodded, his voice barely audible. “You have no idea how good that feels.” Eric didn’t respond with words—he couldn’t. “What’s that?”Professor Carter leaned in, his lips brushing against Eric’s ear as he whispered, “Worship your feet.”A shiver ran down Eric’s spine.
