My Sporty Dom Boyfriend

My Dom BF - Chapter 5

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Zeyad and I were lounging on the couch in our living room. There was a soccer game on the TV. We were enjoying the match so far - both teams were playing a world class game with glorious goals, intense tackles and top-notch defending.

It was hard to keep our eyes off the TV as the players did their utmost to secure a win for the championship.

But we were also enjoying ourselves in the comfort of our home, and each other.

For we had decided to have a kinky fun evening whilst enjoying the match.

As per the entertainment for the evening, our kinky theme was sporty!

Both Zeyas and I were kitted our in sports gear: tight jerseys that caressed our built torsos: the tight fabric caressed our large biceps, broad backs, bulging pecs and strong cores.

Along with that, we wore short shorts - the type that ride all the way up to the upper thighs. Right to the crotch so they bulged at the front and sat tight against our bubbles butts.

And to top it off, we wore white, knee-high socks. The type that soccer players wore ... my favourite! I loved how they looked on muscular legs, how they caressed the strong tree-trunk legs, the material taut and firm.

Plus, how the feet looked in them. Mmmm! Delicious.

So there we sat engrossed in the game, when Zeyad threw his arm around me, pulling me in for a tight hug.

I hugged him back, feeling nice and warm from the romance of it all. I loved our snuggles, plus feeling his big muscles wrap around me made me feel like I was in heaven.

Caressing his tight jersey, I passed my hands along his body, worshipping the taut body of my dom boyfriend underneath.

He smiled satisfyingly as I massaged him, kneading him deeply as I worked his forearms, biceps, back, shoulders and chest.

'That's it, babe, keep going. That feels so good,' he moaned, keeping his eyes on the TV as he struggled to keep them open. He was loving the relaxation from my magic hands.

I loved to make him feel good, to take care of my man, my dom boyfriend. Worshipping him so he could lift his spirits.

Next I moved down to his legs, gripping the thick thighs, then his large calves and finally his socked feet.

I could already feel myself develop a semi from holding his feet in my hands. The fabric was warm and musky, even the feeling did wonders for me.

Massaging the feet as I held them in my lap, I could see Zeyad lean his head back, taking a break from watching the game to sink in to the feeling of the relaxing massage.

Then, to getting a better angle (and for other reasons), I raised the socked foot to my face, pushing my thumbs into the sole of his socked foot. It helped with the knots.

It also felt amazing to press my face into the sole of his foot.

I got tingles from the fabric rubbing against my cheek. Closing my eyes, this was my turn to enjoy the pleasure.

I nuzzled his foot, enjoying every minute of it. I could feel the heat emanating from him as well as smell the faint musk from it. It smelled flagrant and delicious. Everything I needed.

'Uhhh, this is the life,' I smiled.

I used my other hand to play with the bulge in my own pants.

Suddenly, it was half time in the match and we decided to use the opportunity to have more fun.

I crawled in between his legs and pulled down his shorts, pressing my face against the jockstrap and nuzzling it with my nose.

Zeyad's balls and cock were heavily restrained by the material. They were begging to be let free.

I teased him for a bit, nibbling and licking through the jockstrap, before slowly pulling them down.

His genitals sprang free, and I made quick work of it, diving in and worshipping my dom boyfriend's junk. First, I licked the balls. They were freshly shaved: clean and hanging low. Right for me to draw my tongue all over.

'Fuck yeah, dude, you know how to worship those,' Zeyad moved an arm behind his head, flexing the muscle of his bicep and looking hot and sporty as fuck.

Damn, I just wanted to fuck him right there. But, I wanted Zeyad to enjoy the evening so I took my time.

I drew my tongue all over him: kissing his abs, flicking my tongue on his nipples, sniffing his pits, pecking the inside of his thighs, before moving to his cock, which was erect and ready for pleasure.

The long dick was begging for attention. I wrapped my hands around the shaft, swinging it playfully and looking to Zeyad for his reaction.

He had his brow furrowed as he waited for me to get my mouth on it.

I teased him a bit longer, but knew he had had enough so I started slurping on the dick. Getting my mouth and tongue all over the shaft.

I swung my head in circles, getting all the best angles and rotations so he could get maximum pleasure.

The dick felt amazing in my mouth - it was filling me up to no end. It also responded well to my touch, jumping and getting veiny from all the tongue play I was doing.

Zeyad placed his socked legs on my back as I continued to dive onto his cock.

Soon, he was squirming from the intensity.

I deepthroated it, pushing my head down until I bumped into his stomach with my face.

This pushed him over as I moaned and said he was going to cum.

I pulled off and with a few strokes he came, blasting hot cum all over my face.

He smiled and gazed at me in wonder, loving the orgasm.

Soon I was getting ready to cum.

Zeyad had placed his socked feet on my face and I closed my eyes, taking in the feeling of being under my dom boyfriend's sporty feet.

It was enough to drive me crazy, and I came all over my socks, using them to wipe up the cum.

We sat on the couch and basked in our pleasure.

And right on time as the match was starting up again, the commentators returned to their posts with the kick off beginning the second half.