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“As you can see,” my daughter’s boyfriend said to me. “My beer is half empty. Take your lips off my feet, get to the kitchen and fetch me a new one. I’ll even reciprocate! As soon as I’m done with this one, I’ll refill it up for ya straight from the tap.”
“Oh, while you’re up, grab me a lighter as well. I need to light this up, I found it in your humidor. I saw the note beside it that said ‘saved for a special occasion’, but fuck it, this is one expensive cigar and I have expensive tastes. What are you still doing here? Get to steppin’!”
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İ nede to find the video where the gay boy wedgie himself on cam. And the straight jock laughing at him. Please help!!!
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16 / 06 / 2023
🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵
COURTE HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE
- REMARQUÉ PAR L'HÉTÉRO MUSCLÉ -
“T'es un pédé ? Bah si t'es un putain de pédé sinon tu viendrais comme un vrai mec me proposer de m'aider avec mes poids ! Mais je te parie que tu pèse la moitié de ce que je soulève ! Ahahah ! Je te jure, quelle brindille ! Non bah arrête de nier, c'est bon, t'es un pédé ! Tu passe ta journée à fixer mes pieds ! C'est ça que tu veut, hein ? Des longs pieds masculins doux, chauds, suants voir puants ?! Bah je me sens généreux, fais ce que tu veut avec ! Lèche, suce!”
Le beau mec que j'avais maté au club de gym m'avait vu admirer ses pieds alors comme il avait parlé assez fort, les gens me regardaient. J'avais peur d'être tabassé alors je me suis prosterné aux pieds du bel homme et j'ai lèché ses semelles sous les rires des autres clients.
“C'est la meilleure façon qu'ont les pédés de célébrer le putain de mois de la fierté : en léchant les pieds d'un hétéro!”, rugit le mâle musclé.
Puis, lassés, ils sont partis tandis que j'ai continué à lécher les pieds du sportif hétéro qui m'ignorait totalement.
Après le sport, il n'a pas pris de douche et j'ai porté ses affaires jusqu'à chez lui où il m'a fait lécher ses pieds, ses aisselles et son cul pleins de sueur. En ce mois de juin, j'aurais pu être dehors avec d'autres gays mais j'étais en train de lécher les pieds transpirants d'un hétéro inconnu.
Il riait de voir que je préférais le soulager de la chaleur plutôt que d'assumer être un gay fier.
Ses pieds étaient vraiment délicieux ! Je suis parti, plus heureux que jamais !
FIN DE L'HISTOIRE
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🇺🇸🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇸
SHORT PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY
- CAUGHT BY THE HOT STRAIGHT MAN -
“Are you a fag? Well yes, you’re a fucking fag otherwise you’d come like a real guy to offer to help me with my weights! But I bet you you weigh half of what I lift! Ahahah! I swear, what a twig! No, stop denying, it’s okay, you’re a fag! You spend your day staring at my feet! That’s what you want, huh? Long, soft, warm male feet, sweaty and stinky?! Well, I feel generous, do what you want with it! Lick, suck! Yes, here and now, faggot!”
The handsome guy I had watched at the gym had seen me admiring his feet so since he had spoken quite loudly, people were looking at me. I was afraid of being beaten up so I prostrated myself at the handsome man’s feet and licked his soles to the laughter of the other customers.
“That’s the best way fags have to celebrate their fucking pride month: by licking a straight guy’s feet!” roared the muscular male.
Then, tired, they left while I continued to lick the feet of the straight sportsman who totally ignored me.
After the gym he didn’t take a shower and I carried his stuff home where he made me lick his sweaty feet, armpits and ass. In this month of June, I could have been outside with other gays but I was licking the sweaty feet of a straight stranger. He laughed to see that I would rather relieve him of the sweat than assume I was a proud gay man. His feet were really delicious! I left, happier than ever!
END OF THE STORY
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Sorry I didn’t bring you any food roomie… but here’s my feet and toes you can suck on. My 🦶🏻could use a good 👅 massage.
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Tilda Swinton risked arrest waving a rainbow flag in front of the Kremlin in violation of Russia’s new homosexual propaganda bill. And she wants everyone who can to reblog it in solidarity.
Guys please reblog this, it won’t ruin your blog, this is important
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Alpha Bro. His Nasty feet Need Worshipping
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Conner
“You belong down there.”
Brody had been getting ready to leave the apartment when Conner had asked for help. Brody didn’t have much time and he knew his girlfriend was going to be mad if he was late again. She had great tits and a decent personality, but the whole nagging-thing was starting to get a bit on his nerves. And if Brody wasn’t there to escort her to the mall on time, she would be extra moody.
“Brody! Can you help me for a sec?” Conner shouted from his bedroom. Brody briskly made his way over, thankful his long, powerfully-built legs did so with ease.
“Make it quick,” Brody answered as he leaned on the doorframe, his jockish build filling it in perfectly. Being so broad and muscular was sometimes a curse, but right now Brody looked like a model entering the set of a sitcom where the audience would roar with applause.
“I dropped a part of my headset underneath my desk and I can’t get it.” Conner was currently invested in some video game, his eyes never leaving the screen and his mouse clicking furiously.
“Seriously dude?” Brody cocked an eyebrow while scratching his head through the short raven hair.
“Yeah bro,” Conner said. “Please, I’m desperate, the team is freaking out: I’m not ‘fully in the game’.”
Brody snorted and made his way over to the desk. Bending over, he carefully scooted his way towards Conner’s chair, noticing the other man’s legs and feet in the way.
“Hey, would you mind moving these furry sticks for me.”
“‘Sticks’?” Conner was amused. “Those calves were built from years on the field. I bet you can’t say the same.”
Brody rolled his eyes, knowing Conner was right. His legs were truly hairless twigs, and short ones too. Brody watched as Conner lifted his feet up, allowing for him to venture further underneath the desk. Looking around, Brody realized he didn’t actually know what he was supposed to be looking for. Then, he felt Conner place his feet on his back.
“Hey!”
“What?” Conner laughed cockily. “While you’re down there you might as well be the perfect footrest.”
Brody took in a deep breath of air, noticing the lack of uncontaminated oxygen underneath the desk. “What does this thing look like?”
“Small,” Conner replied. “Like you.”
“Ha-ha,” Brody enunciated back. He had to admit he did fit underneath this desk pretty easily.
“It’s true, I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else down there.” Conner dug his feet playfully into Brody’s thin back. “With hands like yours, I knew you’d be able to help me.”
Brody looked at his delicate fingers, confused. “Any other adjectives you could use besides ‘small’?”
“Dutiful,” Conner added.
“Well I would hope it would get the job done,” Brody remarked, blowing a few strands of his blond bangs out of his face. All he could see were cords and all he could smell was the soft odor that emitted from the presence of male feet.
“Oh, we weren’t talking about you?” Conner sheepishly questioned, bringing a bright red color to Brody’s cheeks.
“I diD-” Brody’s voice cracked violently, allowing for his larynx to slide upwards. “-I didn’t think that was funny.”
“Who said I cared what you think?”
Brody suddenly felt a shift in the conversation. He felt Conner’s legs lifted off of him, allowing for the smaller male to shift underneath the desk like a dog settling into its kennel. Looking up, Brody noticed how much bigger Conner suddenly appeared, and how much that size affected his outlook on the situation. Brody began to feel less than, bringing a light headache on.
“Hold on guys. I’ll be back in 10,” Conner said into his microphone as he logged out of his match. Then, for the first time, Connor’s eyes slid downwards to meet Brody’s. His remark came out smoothly and slowly.
A shiver went down Brody’s spine. Silently, Conner leaned back in his chair as he lifted one of his meaty Size 13 feet up to Brody’s face.
“Sniff.”
Without hesitation, Brody leaned in and inhaled. The unrelenting dominant foot funk completely flooded Brody’s system, eradicating anything that asserted Brody was in charge over his body, mannerisms, or lifestyle. The walls of the desk had acted as a bay before the ship came in, the ship that carried cargo only pertaining to Conner.
Conner watched contentedly as the bright light dimmed out behind his former equal’s eyes. He’d been getting sick of being lonely, having been looking for a submissive partner for far too long. He’d also been getting sick of his cool, fun, narcissistic, cocky, messy, straight roommate. So really, Conner was happy to be solving two problems at once.
Conner smiled as he lowered his foot back to the ground. “So princess, I have some presentations this week and I need my dress clothes ironed. Can you deal with that?”
“Of course, Sir,” Brady responded, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused.
“Love when you appreciate your place, your position under mine,” Conner said.
Brady’s mouth opened a little, waiting, hoping Conner would give him what he wanted.
“I know what you’re looking for, kitten,” Conner purred before presenting his beefy big toe into Brady’s ready mouth. Brady immediately began sucking on it, achieving the duality of both sucking it like a cock and as if it was his own thumb.
“And tonight, maybe Daddy will give you the real thing.”
Conner could only watch with amusement and lust as the twink’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
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