creamishness of Wesley’s sole, Jason rubbed his pecan-brown
Posted on: October 01, 2008
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| Wesley’s whoop vibrated up his leg and zapped Jason’s tongue like an electric current.
Jason licked harder.
Wesley jolted Jason with each shake of his weenie. “Whoopee!”
Never had Jason imagined that a dude’s feet could be such a turn-on. now, their meaty taste edged Jason’s hunger for crusty chicken.
Jason sniffed the hardened batter of cornmeal of Wesley’s sole.
Its mushy smell was blended with leftover laundry detergent. The odor certainly was cleaner than Jason had imagined—still a little vulgar and sporty but nothing like guys’ feet were supposed to smell.
Against the creamishness of Wesley’s sole, Jason rubbed his pecan-brown nose. The underside of Wesley’s tootsy might as well have been a girl’s cheek. This was so naughty! Jittery like a squirrel, Jason swooped toward Wesley’s other sole, sniffed it, and kissed it.
“Warmer than the scruff of a cat, eh?” Wesley said, breathing hard. |
