Docious
Chapter One: "Foot Massage"
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"Mn, J-Jonah stop!" Cyrus Goodman groaned as his slim body tingled and shook with excitement.
His crush's talented hands were teasing his skin and dragging cute little sounds from his mouth and he was helpless to stop it. Never in his life would he have expected to have THE Jonah Beck touching his body in such a way, let alone have the green-eyed boy on his knees before him. After ignoring Cyrus's request for a few moments, Jonah paused his actions and grinned at his friend's reaction, glad he was causing Cyrus to make such noises.
"Sorry, Cy, but I can't stop now! Just a little longer, ok? I promise this will feel great after."
"B-But stop means stop…" Cyrus pouted, remembering back to his mother's numerous lessons on consent.
"Mm, it does… but you don't want me to stop, do you Cy-guy?" Jonah whispered, almost purring out the 'Cy'.
"N-No… b-but- ah… It-it tickles!" The nerdy boy managed, before bursting out laughing as Jonah's fingers massaged the soles of his feet. He was finding it hand to keep from kicking and giggling from the near torture, but could never hurt his crush. "Come on, Jonah! I can't handle it anymore, and my feet aren't even sore,"
"Cyrus," Jonah sighed with a smile, "You were running like a mad-man out there, so of course your feet hurt, dude! Just let me do this." He continued, remembering and chuckling at how the boy had looked like a frightened duckling while running as a dog chased them back to his house.
Despite finding the massage more like tickling rather than relief, Cyrus rested his head on the couch and let Jonah resume his work.
Jonah had plenty of experience massaging the feet of his teammates after a long frisbee match, and always enjoyed feeling up the odd limb as he worked. While most people never forgot a face, he NEVER forgot a foot, and that of the Goodman boy was far from an exception. Something about this foot had him smiling and breathing in its scent as he massaged his fingers into the skin and cracked Cyrus' toes. He always enjoyed that sound, but especially from Cyrus. Maybe it was because the nerdy boy was his first fan, or perhaps that cute, goofy smile that always seemed to be plastered onto the boy's face, except when he was pouting like a puppy or was confused.
"See, Cy-guy? That's better, isn't it?" He grinned, finally feeling the soles relax.
"Yeah…" Cyrus murmured, still wondering whether or not he was enjoying having his feet touched. "Are you sure you want to do this, Jonah? I know it must be kind of weird touching someone else's feet-"
"No way, dude! I give massages to the members of the Space Otter all the time after a game. And, like, you're one of us now, Cy! Why do you think I never forget a foot?" The green-eyed boy grinned, strangle finding himself wanting to lick Cyrus' foot.
Knowing that his crush had touched the team's feet made Cyrus feel jealous for some reason. While the dark-haired boy knew he was gay, and most of the team consisted mostly of guys, he knew that there was NO chance that THE Jonah Beck would like him back. He started wondering why the pangs jealousy from Jonah also touching their feet hurt so much
Jonah offered his friend a warm smile, noticing the boy biting his lip and trying not to look at him. "What's wrong, Cyrus? Don't you like this?"
"I-I do, brah!" Cyrus replied, gulping internally when he stared down at his crush.
Seeing Jonah kneeling down in front of him had Cyrus blushing; he looked so sexy with his grin and those mesmerizing eyes that seemed to see things inside him that he would rather keep hidden. Of course he knew Jonah well enough to know that the teen was rather clueless as to whatever happened, despite that Cyrus felt more comfortable relaxing back and closing his eyes then to stare down at his crush. This gave Jonah ample time to sniff and memorize his friend's feet.
"Good," The foot-loving boy grinned innocently, "Because you are REALLY going to like this, Cy!"
"Like? Like wha-OHH! Jonah!"
Cyrus couldn't help himself but to watch in confused terror as the light pink tongue of his secret crush -THE Jonah Beck- licked up the sole of his foot with a grin that had him internally moaning for unknown reasons. Those green eyes had the nerdy boy trapped, even as Jonah moved in for a second taste that succeeded in drawing out some soft noise. Jonah, meanwhile, was almost shaking with frightened excitement as he wondered whether Cyrus was liking this new treatment. Some teammates he tried this with soon quit the team, only adding to his fear of abandonment and attachment issues. While also remembering when Cyrus had been very firm about consent.
"So… Cyrus… d-do you um… like this, Cy? I can stop if you don't!"
Seeing the frisbee player's frown made Cyrus tense. He rarely ever saw Jonah upset, and each time made knots in his already uneasy stomach aside with an impulse to fix it.
"I-it's… new?" Cyrus squeaked.
Jonah was puzzled at Cyrus' exclamation. "New? So… you're NOT enjoying it?"
"No, Jonah. I-I am! W-Why wouldn't I be enjoying it Jo-Jo-Jonah?"
Jonah sighed, his heart slowing before his vision could blur up again.
"That's docious, Cy. Some guys on the team don't like me doing this, even without my… tongue…"
Encouraged by his friend's enjoyment, Jonah felt ready to try some things that he didn't dare do with the other teammates. With his tongue travelling up and down the 'MVP's feet, he also made his tongue travel in between Cyrus' toes as well, but kept from stopping to suck them as he so badly wanted. As he licked and massaged with one hand, the green-eyed boy noticed just how oddly perfect each of the other boy's toenails were, with them all being smoothly cut and clean. This made him curious enough to lick the crack between toe and nail, just to see his best friend's adorable reaction to the sensation.
Cyrus was giggling and groaning from the new feelings, and wondering if he had really seen Jonah winking at him. "S-s this IS a massage, right?" He murmured, not wanting to doubt his friend.
"Yeah, it's a massage, Cy-guy. Just let me make you feel good, ok?" The other boy responded before moving to the other foot to provide the same attention.
"Ok… Whatever you say, Brah. I'm c-cool,"
With Jonah giggling from Cyrus' response, he shrugged off his fear and slipped the pinkie toe into his mouth. As he sucked, more little noises were escaping the nerdy boy's cute mouth and making his cock twitch. He let go of the digit with a light 'pop' and asked: "It feels good, right?"
Cyrus could only nod nervously, blushing at this best friend and the boy who had just sucked on his toe while not knowing what he was feeling.
"Great! Can I keep on going then? You have a really nice foot, Cyrus!" Jonah grinned. While giving his friend that unwittingly-controlling grin, his hand massaged the cute boy's sole and worked his toes, making him giggle still.
"Thank you…?" Cyrus said with an even more confused expression. "And you can keep going if you want to, Jonah. I don't really mind as long as you enjoy doing this. Even if I find it a little weird."
"I love doing this! Making people feel good makes me feel good. But, Andi says I control people, so maybe they don't feel good after all…" Jonah wondered, trailing off and frowning slightly before bouncing back instantly. "As long as I think they are!" He grinned.
As Jonah returned to licking and sucking Cyrus' feet, he starting wondering if the 'MVP' would ever consider giving him a footjob with his cloud-like soles and cute little toes. Picturing his cock trapped between the toes of his crush made his cock harden and throb in his tight black briefs. He could feel the drop of precum squeezing itself out of the tip from the mental images. With those thoughts running through his mind, Jonah began to drool just to let out a soft moan. Seeing the wetness being the result of his fantasy he trailed up the length of Cyrus' foot, licking up his own saliva with a lustful expression that made the innocent jewish boy flush red.
"J-j-jonah? Why are y-you looking at me like that? It's weird!" The awkward teen felt his heart skip a beat at the sight, despite being slightly creeped out.
Finding himself snapping out of the daze with a strand of saliva between Cyrus' big toe and his tongue, the green-eyed boy blushed like a tomato. He quickly pulled away from Cyrus and looked away from his crush, completely embarrassed about moaning loud enough for Cyrus to hear. With the teen not remembering the tightness caused from the bulge in his pants, Jonah stood up and put his hands to his forehead.
Seeing the other teen's shirt ride up a little to reveal a slightly developed v-line, Cyrus internally licked his lips, hoping to see more. That's when his eyes fell upon Jonah's rather impressive bulge.
"W-wow… Uh, I-I mean…" He swallowed hard.
Jonah just grinned at his awkward friend's reaction, with the teen calming as he now knew that innocent little Cyrus Goodman wanted him, too. Of course Jonah had suspicions about Cyrus' sexuality, especially since he was the only boy to refer to him as THE Jonah Beck. Now any fear about being hard in front of Cyrus was gone and he could hiding how much he was really enjoying tasing the dark-haired boy's delicious foot. Still grinning, he moved back to his knees and gripped his treat, while placing the other on his bulge and moving the sole around until the other boy realised and started moving by himself.
"Mn, that feels really nice, Cyrus." Jonah flashed that heart-melting smile that made the boy moan.
Cyrus was helpless but to lean back and let his foot be pleasured by his crush. The moment he felt Jonah's tongue tickle his sole, the boy bit down on his lip and shivered. When a toe entered the teen's mouth, Cyrus couldn't contain a confused moan and pressed his other foot down on Jonah's bulge.
"T-this feels weird still, Jonah- Mm!" The jewish boy squeaked as a sound escaped his mouth that he didn't know he could make. Jonah had placed a hand on his own crotch.
Feeling that his friend was hard, Jonah smirked. "What about this, Cy-guy? Does that feel good?"
Trying not to moan by puckering his cute pink lips, Cyrus shook his head. "No. W-we should st-stop. Ah..."
"That's not what your cock thinks, dude! Come on, why won't you just admit that this feels docious? I already know that you like me, Cyrus. You don't have to hide anything," Jonah rolled his enchanting eyes and grinned. He had to admit that the boy's awkward denial of pleasure just made him even cuter, but he knew Cyrus would hate it if he said that.
"W-what!?" Cyrus squeaked, "Who told you? Was it Buffy? I should have known she couldn't keep a secret. You think you know a girl,"
Jonah smiled and fiddled with the zip to his friend's khakis. He enjoyed feeling Cyrus' member hardening in his hand, and the soft moans escaping the Jewish boy's traitorous mouth just from his light touch. "Buffy didn't say anything, Cy! It's… it's how you looked at me before. No one else EVER looked at me like that after I started making out with their feet."
"You made out with other people's feet…?" A spark of jealousy shot through Cyrus.
"Well, I do get distracted sometimes. Like you!" Jonah grinned, having unzipped the boy's pants without him noticing. Seeing the white boxer briefs with red and blue polka dots all over them made him struggle to hold back a laugh.
Cyrus flushed red. With the other boy chuckling at him, he quickly attempted to cover up. "They were for the fourth of July! M-my mom bought them for me!"
Still giggling at the underwear, Jonah lifted his own shirt enough to give the dark-haired boy a glance at his own bright orange underwear. "It's okay, dude. My mom ALWAYS buys me embarrassing stuff. You should see the outfits we have to wear at easter!" He remembered the bunny outfits his mother forced all the Beck boys into each year, and how the woman ignored any cries and pleas for the photos not to be posted online. "Hey, Cy, are you ok?"
The nerdy boy's eyes were wide and his jaw dropped. With him being completely in shock about seeing more of Jonah's v-line and then his underwear, Cyrus could only manage a few sounds and gasps.
"Dude? Earth to Cyrus...?" Jonah smirked, liking that his body still made Cyrus freeze up.
"Uh…" Was all the boy could manage.
Jonah rolled his eyes and continued to remove Cyrus' khakis, finding it easier now that he could do nothing but stare and make soft noises. Cyrus, he noticed, shaved his legs. Just to tease, Jonah licked up the frozen boy's thigh. He found himself enjoying the way Cyrus shivered and almost moaned from the touch of his tongue, eager to hear the noises he would make once he was licking something else. Soon Jonah finished licking and tugged off the khakis, tossing them aside. All that was left in the way of his despired prize was a pair of red and blue polka dotted boxer briefs. Licking his lips, the brunet hooked his fingers under the waistband.
Cyrus made a small squeak and quickly grabbed his crush's hand. "W-wait! Um..." For once he didn't even care that he was holding Jonah's hand.
"What is it, Cy? Don't you want me to do the same to this?" Jonah asked. He rubbed the fabric-covered head with his thumb to make Cyrus shiver.
As expected, the Goodman boy shivered with pleasure from Jonah's touch, but his grip didn't loosen. "Th-that's not it, Jonah. I… Uh...I just d-don't want you to see me like that. You wouldn't like it… This is SO awkward."
Finding himself smirking at the reaction, Jonah just leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the fabric. He knew just what Cyrus was going to say, but he wouldn't care regardless. "Dude, I don't care if you don't have a big dick. I like you for you, Cyrus! Please let me see?" He gave the awkward teen puppy dog eyes and felt this grip let up a little.
Cyrus couldn't help but gulp internally and release the teen's hand.
Smirking, Jonah peeled away the rather cute underwear and let his prize flop out at him. "Wow…" Jonah breathed. He had never actually seen another boy's cock up close like that before. The closest thing to that was seeing other boys in the showers after P.E. especially the rather cute TJ Kippin, who walked around shamelessly with a hardon to show his dominance. The jock always made sure to flash some of the boys while washing, especially Cyrus and Marty. Sometimes one could find TJ dragging Marty into the only stall when they thought everyone was gone so that the slightly-older boy could use Marty's throat and ass.
"Wh-why are you staring at me like that?" Cyrus squeaked. His innocent heart was fluttering as he watched Jonah almost drooling again.
Jonah Beck snapped out of his head, feeling his cock twitch. "Oh, um, sorry. I was just remembering something!" He grinned.
With the teen twitching from Jonah's breath against his now exposed penis, Cyrus flushed red.
Taking time to examine his friend's somewhat small cock, Jonah took notice that the nerdy boy shaved down there, too. Jonah wrapped a hand around Cyrus' thin shaft and slowly jerked his best friend's cock, using his free hand to move the foot on his crotch. He had been eager to feel up the boy like that for a long time. Especially after seeing TJ eyeing off HIS Cyrus, the green-eyed teen had tried making his feelings known. Now he had his prize inches from his face, finding himself smiling at the moans he was drawing out of Cyrus' otherwise innocent lips. He would make sure to defile those later.
"This," he growled, "Is so hot, Cyrus!"
Cyrus found himself smiling a little and almost exploding just from his crush's light touch and breath. He had always been too much of a 'momma's boy' to do this himself, so Jonah being his first was two mind-blowing moments in one.
"Ar-are you sure? I've measured before and I'm below average. Isn't that a, uh… 't-turn off'?"
Smirking up at the nerd, Jonah moved down and licked the mushroom head. "No way. Your cock is docious magocious! And it tastes, like, REALLY good, too."
"Th-thanks, brah. I-I know it." Cyrus attempted weakly. "You should show me yours, too. Not because I want to see it or... anything. That would be ridiculous,"