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Eduardo arrived home late from the gym, as he almost always did, also working as a high school boys after-school wrestling team. He was exhausted from the heat, sweat trickling down his humongus chest and back. Let's face it, the brick house that he was was tired after endless hours bench pressing and lifting weights. His feet were sweaty and tired, having worn the same socks and being on his feet all damn day. Carefully removing his shoes, he was especially reflective, thinking about how difficult it had been to attain this pair. A size 23EEE, he had to have them custom made and special ordered. Soft, sporadically callused, meaty and wide, tan, nicely kept toenails, and a patch of black fur on each long voluptuous toe.
He gave them a stretch and set them free for the first time all day. Fuck, that felt good. It would feel even better having them sucked, licked, sniffed, massaged and fucked by another guy. He'd call Roberto, his workout partner. 6'10", 350'bs, 60"chest, 34"waist, 24neck, 34quads, 24guns, 19.5calves with smaller feet, a size 16EEE, but lovely in very much the same ways Eduardo's were. They foot-bonded for hours, could never get enough of each other's man stompers. In the meantime, he'd suck at his own feet with his luscious lips and talented tongue.
He'd admire them while stroking his thick sausage through his boxer briefs, flexing and posing before the great wall-length mirror and beneath the ceiling-wide mirror he kept for slave punishing purposes. Eduardo was 7'2", 400lbs, a 64"chest, 36"waist, 25"neck, 38quads, 25.5guns, 22"calves and as I mentioned, god-like 23'ers. My broad back arches awesomely to my meaty, inflated, firm butt which craves for wide toes and huge cock. How I yearned for Roberto. My cock was purple and I hadn't yet removed the lint from the socks now stuck between my sweaty muscleman toes, which was an even bigger turn on. The bell rang. Oh, yes, the party has just begun.
"Come In, you fucking bulldog," I said.
We melted into each others huge body-building frames like liquid metal. Our large, hairy toes clenched between one another's like fingers. Our cocks had a swordfight. We performed our flexing and posing routine before one another, inducing a stain of precum on each of our underwear.
A kickboxing match begun to fight for who would be king (a.k.a. top). I won and fucked the daylights of his burly second-to-king balloons. I had trouble getting my too-wide toes into his caverns but prevailed, sinking them in until the musclestud he was began to whimper. Soon after his dick had to release as I massaged his sphincter with my feet. I pulled out just in time to have him jizz all over my toes, gelling the patches of hair with his cum then sucking it out.
I had to shoot. I shot all over his huge feet.
