He was lying on the floor at my feet, we were watching TV.
He had a gorgeous arse and beautiful legs. I was distracted by the muscles of his thighs, and the crease where his legs met his arse.
I idly started to pat his arse with my foot, just stroking him gently. He shifted back a little to give me better access. I squeezed my foot between his thighs and he opened his legs for me. I kicked him gently in the crotch, no force, more of a pat than a kick, then ran my toes between his arse cheeks.
He moved slowly, rising up onto his knees, offering himself.
I used my toes to awkwardly pull down his boxer briefs, several tries, and I could finally slide them down to his knees. I rubbed my foot around his balls, slid it between his legs and against his cock, bounced my foot against him.
I reached forward and stroked his pretty arse, my fingers travelling down his arse crack. I pressed my thumb against his hole, not pushing in just yet.
He baulked and pulled away, turned to face me.
“Sometimes I’d like a little foreplay, you know?”
I looked at him and started to laugh. I thought he was joking.
He looked back at me. He wasn’t.