8 Chapter 8

When Caleb sat down in the tub, the water rose to the edge, almost covering Jarrod’s shoulders. He stretched out his legs on either side of Jarrod’s hips.

“If you turn around, I’ll scrub your back,” Caleb said.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Jarrod cupped one of Caleb’s ankles and placed a giant foot on his chest. The heel pressed into his belly button and the toes nearly touched his chin. Jarrod rubbed the sole and rough skin of the heel with his thumbs, massaging the top of the foot with his fingers.

Caleb leaned his head back, eyes closed and emitted a low moan. After several minutes, Jarrod moved up to the toes and caressed and washed each one with care. Caleb’s chest rose and fell slowly as if he was asleep.

His head snapped up, eyes open, as Jarrod closed his lips over the long toes.

“That tickles, boy,” he said in a low voice. “But it feels good.”