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𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭

The phone rings incessantly as you sit there, meticulously jotting down notes, your attention divided between the busy line and the incoming visitors. You’re in the middle of a call when someone approaches. Clark Kent, unmistakable with his neat suit, adjusting his glasses as he made his way up to the desk, voice steady but with a hint of nervousness. “E-excuse me,” Clark said, trying to get your attention. You glance up from your papers, raising an eyebrow slightly, but continue to listen to the call. Clark steps closer, a little more assertively this time.

“I’m here for my 5:00 interview with Mr. Wayne,” he announced, voice a bit more confident. You glanced at your schedule, then looked back up at him, giving a polite but professional smile. “And your name?” Clark shifted his weight, adjusting his glasses again. “Uh— I-I’m Clark, Clark Kent, with The Daily Planet.” You nodded, checking the list again. “Oh yes, you’re right on time. Right this way,” you said, setting down your papers and standing to signal him forward. Clark nodded gratefully and followed as you led him through the office, passing into Bruce Wayne’s impressive office. The walls were lined with artifacts and awards, a large desk at the center. You paused at the door and knocked lightly.

“Mr. Wayne, your 5:00 interview with Clark Kent is here,” you announced. From behind the desk, Bruce looked up, eyes sharp but welcoming. He gave a slight nod. “Thank you, I’ll take it from here.” You nodded again, then quietly closed the door behind you, returning to your desk to coordinate the upcoming schedule. “Good luck, Mr. Kent.” Clark offers a small smile and enters the office, where Bruce stands to greet him. “Mr. Kent, good to meet you. Please, have a seat.” Clark nods, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from Bruce. “Thanks for having me. I… appreciate the opportunity.” A few minutes had passed since Clark Kent went into Bruce Wayne’s office. You glanced at the clock, noting that Bruce’s meeting was running just slightly over time.

Feeling it was important to relay a message, you gently rose from your seat and made your way toward the office door. You knocked softly once, then pushed it open just enough to step inside. “Mr. Wayne,” you said politely, voice respectful but firm, “Sorry to interrupt, bu-”You enter Bruce's office, finding an unexpected scene. Bruce sits back in his chair, his muscular frame relaxed as Clark's head bobs rhythmically between his legs. “Well, well... I see you've caught us in quite the situation.” His deep voice remains composed despite the pleasure evident on his face. Clark looks up at you with glazed eyes, his lips stretched around Bruce's impressive length while he continues his ministrations. The fog on Clark's glasses creates an erotic haze around his face. 

“Don't just stand there. Clark here has quite the appetite today.” He reaches out, grabbing your tie and pulling you closer to the desk. Bruce pulls you down, his strong hand guiding your cock to Clark's mouth. Clark eagerly shifts his attention to you, his tongue swirling expertly around your tip. “He's good, isn't he?” Bruce watches with darkened eyes as Clark takes you deeper, his free hand stroking his own hard cock. Clark moans around your cock, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. His glasses are completely fogged now, his usually pristine appearance disheveled. “Mmm... both of you taste so good...” Clark manages between licks, his powerful hands gripping both of your thighs.

Bruce stands up, moving behind you. His naked body presses against your back as he whispers in your ear, his voice husky with desire. “Let's take this to the desk. I want to see you fuck his throat.” His hands slide down to your hips, guiding your movements. Clark eagerly positions himself between you and the desk, his knees spread wide as he looks up with desperate need. “Please... both of you... use me however you want.” His voice is thick with lust as he opens his mouth invitingly. Bruce pushes you forward, making you thrust deeper into Clark's mouth while he positions himself behind you again. The sound of their moans fills the office. “Such a good boy, taking us both so well.” He begins to grind against your ass, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

Clark's hands reach up to caress your balls while he takes you fully, his throat constricting around you. His powerful frame trembles with pleasure. “Yes... I need more... Bruce, fuck him already...” He manages between desperate breaths, his blue eyes pleading. Bruce doesn't need further encouragement. He pushes into you with one powerful thrust, causing you to buck forward into Clark's mouth. The three of you move in a synchronized rhythm. “Fuck... you're both so tight and perfect...” He sets a relentless pace, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. Clark's glasses fall off completely as he surrenders completely to the pleasure, his eyes rolling back. The desk creaks beneath the force of your combined movements. “I'm... I'm going to cum...” His voice is strained, his body tensing as he nears his climax while still eagerly servicing you. 

Bruce reaches around to stroke your cock, his other hand pulling Clark's hair roughly. The sensations push you both closer to the edge. “Cum for us, Clark. Show us how much you love being our little toy.” His voice is commanding and possessive. Clark lets out a muffled cry as he comes untouched, his body convulsing with pleasure. His hot release splatters onto the floor beneath him. “Mmmph!” His mouth stays locked around your cock, his orgasm making him even more eager to please. Your own climax hits hard as you watch Clark's display, your cum shooting down his throat. Bruce follows moments later, groaning deeply as he fills you up. “Such good boys...” He pants heavily, slowly pulling out while watching Clark swallow every drop. Clark collapses back against the desk, completely spent and dazed. His face is flushed, his costume disheveled and marked with evidence of your shared pleasure.

“That was... incredible.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at you both with satisfied eyes. Bruce helps you both clean up, his usual composed demeanor returning despite the situation. He hands Clark his glasses with a smirk. “Now, about that discussion you came to have...” He raises an eyebrow, casually adjusting his clothes as if nothing happened. Clark blushes deeply, still catching his breath as he tries to compose himself.

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This picture makes me blush a lot~ X3

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Gorgeous 23 year old Twink Avery is soo Ticklish!

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Original video by @ccrvideos

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Feet Gods

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Barracuda (1997)

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Jake - Xanderbeckett

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Spencer Bramucci (19)

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Is it just me?! Or do guys particularly show an interest if you sit with your feet like this -or sticking out the window of your car, whilst parked? It always seems to make the fellas take a second glance or look from the side without being too obvious. 😆

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HSMTMTS Ticklish Surprises

Ricky is used to drama with the drama kids but there’s a definitive, loud, and probably glitter covered line between drama and Carlos. He’s busy trying to think of a way to apologize to Nini for a mucked up date when Carlos comes in complaining loudly- he doesn’t really do anything quietly- that his feet are killing him and practice hasn’t even started. Ricky decides not to mention that a change of shoes would probably help a lot.

Seb looks up from the piano and replies, “If you would just let me massage them, you could skip the unnecessary theatrics and get to the important ones.”

“I’ve told you before, I can’t mess up my pedicure and no offense love, but you aren’t always the most careful.”

Seb shrugs, apparently they’ve had this conversation before and he knows when to give up while ahead, turning his head back to piano.

Miss. Jenn comes out and claps her hands to start practice.

On a break while he’s holding Nini, a look of pain crosses her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

He keeps looking at her and she laughs, “My feet have just been killing me lately. I think it’s the new shoes. They felt okay when I was trying them on, but maybe I should have gone for something else.”

The break ends before he can reply but a plan is forming in his head.

He corners Seb after practice which… isn’t hard since he didn’t leave the piano and wasn't trying to run, either.

“I need a favor.”

“Anything.”

“Can you teach me how to give a foot massage?”

“Sure. Best way for me to teach you is to demonstrate it on you, and then have you copy after.”

“Ummmm...”

Seb offers a slight smirk. “We can do it after you take a shower?”

Ricky heaves a sigh of relief and they make the plans.

Two hours, one car ride and a snack stop, a shower on his end, and a slightly awkward realization that someone would be touching his feet and vice versa, they are in his room.

He’s barefoot, sitting on the floor across from a barefoot Seb who makes a motion.

Awkwardly, Ricky extends his foot and Seb says, “You just showered Ricky. They can’t stink.”

Seb takes the foot and makes a motion with his hand. “I need both.”

Ricky shyly extends his other foot and Seb says, “Wow, no wonder Costumes hates finding shoes for you: these are huge!”

He feels his face turning redder and Seb quickly backtracks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make fun of you.”

“No it’s… let’s just get on with this.”

“Right. So, the best way to start is with warm-up twists. You place your hands on either side of the foot, and then push one side forward and the other side back like this.”

Two big hands grab his left foot firmly and he finds himself jumping a little. Seb stops right away.

“You okay?”

“Yea- I just... no one touches my feet, guess it surprised me.”

“Alright. Then let's get started.”

Ricky finds himself relaxing a little as Seb gently twists his foot, listening to Seb’s explanation. “The reason you start with this is because it warms and relaxes the feet so they are more receptive to the rest.”

Seb continues for a few minutes, splitting his attention between both feet. It’s still pretty awkward, and Ricky thinks he makes it more so by jumping slightly when Seb switches to his right foot. Luckily, Seb doesn’t comment and seems fine with the silence.

“Once you finish the warm-up twists, and they really only need to be like two or three minutes per foot really, you can move on to a lot of things. It might be worth asking Nini what part of her foot hurts so you can target the pain.”

Wait he didn’t say, “I didn’t-” He doesn't want to sound whipped or anything!

“Were you going to give Big Red a foot massage?”

The junior wrinkles his nose and then admits, “You’re right.”

Seb continues, a slight smirk on his face as he says, “Since you don’t know what area is hurting her, I’m going to go through a few basic techniques to cover all your bases. We’ll start with arches, then toes, tops and sides, and end with some thumb work which sort covers everything a little bit.”

“Arches are pretty easy.” Seb goes on as his hands move back to Ricky’s left foot. “You hold the top in one hand, I usually grip the base of the toes like this,” Ricky feels the hand grip his toes. “And then you use the fingers on the other hand to rub from bottom to top.”

Ricky isn’t prepared for the electricity that shoots through him when Seb does it. He jerks his foot away without thinking about it. Then he realizes Seb is looking at him weird and he replies awkwardly, “Umm. My bad.”

He stretches his foot back to Seb’s lap who says, “Guess I’ll have to hold tighter.”

“Yea, try that.”

He holds his breath and tells himself he absolutely isn’t going to have the same reaction again.

Seb repeats the technique and Ricky doesn’t have the same reaction; he has an even worse one, laughing and pulling his foot back.

“Someone’s ticklish!” Seb coos and he pulls both his feet back preemptively.

“Alright, so I am.” He’s aware his face is a shade of red that would make Big Red proud. He thought he had grown out of this! He’s sixteen, he isn’t supposed to be ticklish!

Seb waves a dismissive hand. “Relax Ricky. I think it’s cute, and I’ll try to be careful. Maybe a firmer touch will help. Sometimes the softness of it is the bad part.”

He isn’t really buying it and Seb sort of shrugs and relents, “Or we could call it a failure and move on.”

The slight look of disappointment on Seb’s face stings, and with a reluctant sigh, Ricky re-extends his legs towards the farm boy. Seb looks like a kid at Christmas and says, “Great! Now. I’m going to do the same thing but be firmer. I’m holding the top of the foot,” Ricky decides not to mention Seb is holding it very tightly, “and I rub my fingers from bottom to top.”

Ricky bites the inside of his cheek and resolves not to giggle. He doesn’t. Barely. Seb repeats the process a few more times. The firmer touch helps. It doesn’t aggravate his nerves as much and he knows it’s coming and between the two, he manages. Seb switches to the other foot and repeats the technique and Ricky manages to hold out there too.

He almost breathes a sigh of relief when Seb says, “I think that’s enough. You want to try?”

“No.” He tries to pretend his voice didn’t crack as he clears his throat and says again, firmer this time, “No. Thanks.”

Seb shrugs and replies, “Okay. Now the toes. This one will help more depending on the song we are doing I think. When she stands on her toes, she’s going to feel it. Again, you hold the foot with one hand.” Seb does the steps as he explains, “And use your other hand to tug, twist, and pull each toe. You start on the outer and work towards the inner.”

Ricky takes about point five seconds to decide whoever designed this method is pure evil. Seb’s hands are warm, and if the last technique felt like it would be a bad idea on ticklish people, this one feels like it’s actually a tickle technique pretending to be for a massage. Seb basically confirms that when he gleefully mentions that getting between the toes is important too.

At this point Ricky is pretty convinced that Seb is trying to tickle him, but he also can’t really call the other boy out on it without admitting that he desperately wants to laugh his head off right now and he isn’t willing to go that far yet.

When Seb lets go, the giggling skater is relieved…only to find that he’s just moving to the other foot, and Ricky is forced to endure another several minutes of his toes being played with. All the while Seb explains the benefits to easing tensions in the toes, either blithely unaware of Ricky’s struggle or playing innocent.

“Tops and sides next,” Seb announces and he relaxes a bit. This is something he should totally be able to handle.

“So for this part, thumbs on the top of the foot, fingers underneath. It’s simple after that; rub circles around the ankle and then work your way from ankles to toes.”

Seb goes ahead, and Ricky starts relaxing a little. This isn’t too bad. Actually, it feels kind of nice.

The fingers on his soles shift down, and while they are doing it, Seb’s dull nails trace across his soles. Ricky immediately giggles and flinches, accusing, “You did that on purpose!”

“Did I?”

“Seb!”

The blond shrugs. “Sorry Ricky. I’m just surprised by how ticklish you are.”

His blush returns in full force. “I get it. Can we stop talking about it?”

Seb shrugs and replies, “I think it’s cute but if you really don’t want to-”

“I really don’t. Let’s move on.”

Seb hesitates and Ricky can’t help a slight groan as he asks, “What is it?”

“It’s just, I don’t think you’ll like the next part.”

There’s a hint of aggravation in his voice as he asks, “What’s the next part?”

“Thumb work!”

The giddiness of Seb’s tone combined with the manic gleam in his eye and the name of the technique has him bristling. “This sounds like-” He swallows the next part because despite how obvious his condition is, he still doesn’t want to say the word out loud.

Seb shrugs and replies, “I still think it’s cute, even more that you can’t say ‘tickle’, but I didn’t make up any of these techniques.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you.”

“Okay. Now give me your feet back.”

He groans as he re-extends his feet towards Seb again who grabs them and sets them back on his lap while explaining, “You hold the foot with your thumbs to the soles, fingers on the back of the foot and place thumbs on the toe pads-”

“Is that necessary?”

“Yep. Just relax Ricky, you’re more tense than when we started. Now, using your thumbs, stroke down.”

He doesn’t realize that while Seb is talking, he’s also starting, at least not until the electric shock runs from foot to brain and Seb repeats several more times. He’s giggling wildly as Seb continues, repeating the process on his other toes. He tries desperately not to pull away even though he really wants to, and Seb announces eventually that this part lasts as long as it’s pleasant.

Seeing his chance, Ricky bursts in, “It isn't pleasant!”

“And this is where I move on to the other parts of the foot.” Seb is enjoying this way too much as he then repeats the process on the balls of his feet, then arches, then heels with each of them tickling like mad and almost resulting in him kicking Seb a few times.

When Seb shows no signs of slowing down after working on his whole foot, Ricky reminds him through giggles, “SthEhIEllHoAHoTPlEAhAseANT!”

“Right. Sorry! So, now next time Nini’s tired after practice, Ricky Bowen can come in and save the day! Or maybe get kicked in the face if she’s as ticklish as you.””

“Seb!”

“Sorry.”

The smile he’s wearing isn’t sorry in the slightest, and Ricky meekly pulls his leg slightly and says, “Can I get this back?”

“Oh yea.”

He seems reluctant but does release Ricky’s ankle. The skater can’t pull his legs under him fast enough.

“Was it really that bad?”

Seb looks anxious as he asks and Ricky wishes he could say that it was but he’s afraid if he did, he’d crush Seb’s feelings. So reluctantly, he replies, “I guess it wasn’t.”

Seb still seems crestfallen but accepts his answer. They spend a little longer hanging out before he has to drive Seb home and he can’t help but wonder if he could get Big Red into this position, or even EJ.

The wheels start turning in his head and he might have a plan, but first he has to actually try this on Nini to make sure it isn’t a total bust!

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Hole in the Socks, Toes in the Mouth

Old story that Tumblr took down. I've reworked it and added a bunch of toe worship. It's mostly SFW, just some jerking off happens off camera.

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“You keep looking at me, is something wrong?” your friend, Jared, asked.

You instantly turned your eyes back to the movie that you both were watching.

“Naw dude, just watching the movie.  I guess I might have looked over at you to see if you were enjoying it, too?” you tried to sound as convincing as you could but you could tell he wasn’t really buying it.

Truth be told, you’d been barely watching the movie.  The moment it started, Jared had propped his feet up on the couch so he could stretch out.  Normally this wouldn’t be much of an issue for you, but one of his socks had holes in it... giving a hint of your friend’s delicious toes and heel.  He had no idea you were into feet, and he had no idea you had been madly in love with his feet since the moment you’d first seen them.

“I don’t know how else I can tell you that I’m liking this movie.  I’m still watching it, aren't I?  Why do you keep looking over here?”

“No... seriously... it wasn’t a big deal or anything...” you felt yourself starting to blush, a sure sign that you’d been caught.  What made matters worse is that your friend seemed to have realized that he caught you red handed... he just didn’t know at what yet.

“No, if there’s something wrong you need to say it.  You keep looking over this way and it’s creeping me out.”

That’s when he wiggled the toes of his foot.  You could clearly see the digits wiggle and flex through the hole in his sock.  You couldn’t help it, you had to watch.  This time when you looked back up, though, you were horrified to see a knowing look in his eye.

“Oh, that’s it, huh?  You staring at my hole-y sock?  Didn’t think something like that would bother you.  I can change if it’s bothering you that much ...”

He reached out and took his sock by the toe, pulling back slowly to reveal his beautiful bare foot.  You gently bit your lip and stared as his foot was slowly revealed... the smooth heel, the creamy sole, and those toes you just wanted to nibble on.  You couldn’t help but stare, and he couldn’t help but notice.

“It’s my feet, isn’t it?  You’re trying to stare at my feet?  Dude, I didn’t know you were into my feet,” he laughed.  The sound absolutely crushed you.  You were ready to be told to get out of his house and never come back.  

“Tell you what, you come over here and take care of my feet, and I can promise that no one else will hear about it, got it?”

Your eyes went wide.  Before you knew what you were doing, you scrambled over yourself to get to that exposed foot.

“This is kind of weird, but who knows?  Maybe I’ll like it.  I’ve asked girls in the past to suck on my toes because I’ve heard it feels amazing, but they’ve all said no.  But, keep it down, okay?  I’m really liking this movie.”

Before he could change his mind, you shoved Jared’s foot in your face, inhaling the scent of him.  You’d both been out earlier in the day, so there was a certain muskiness to them.  

“I don’t get what you see in them,” Jared said, wiggling his toes against your face, “they’re just feet.  Nothing special.”

Sticking out your tongue, you slowly lick from heel to the tips of the toes, taking in the taste of Jared’s foot.

“Let me ask you a question,” you say.  “Do you like boobs?”

Jared nodded.

“Sure, who doesn’t like boobs?”

“Well, for me, feet are like boobs.  Just about everything you’d want to do to a pair of tits, I want to do to a guy’s feet.”

Jared just sort of nodded, leaning back to think about what you’d just said.  He pondered a few moments before shrugging and turning his attention back to the movie.  

The movie didn’t matter to you anymore.  You had your buddy’s feet all to yourself.

Jared said he asked a girl to suck his toes before, so you wanted to give him that experience.  Pushing his feet together, holding tight by his ankles, you swallowed both of his big toes at once.  As soon as the digits were in your hot, wet mouth, Jared let out a gasp and sat up, looking at you.

“Oh shit!  Oh wow.  That feels amazing.”

You swirled your tongue around the toes, between the toes, and gently nibble on the pads.  You pull your mouth off the toes.

“You like it?”

“Oh shit yeah.  Keep going.”

Spurred on by Jared’s enthusiasm, you take his left foot into your hands, cradling it lovingly, and wrap your tongue around his little toe.  With your tongue slithering around the toe, you pull it into your mouth and suck on it.  Jared let out another shaky breath.

“Are… are you going to do that to each toe?” He asks, paying as much attention to the movie as you were.

“Mmhmm” you say, opening your mouth and taking the next toe into your mouth too.  With both in your mouth, you started flossing your tongue between them.

“Oh shit, this is wild.  Keep going…”

Slowly you took each toe of his left foot into your mouth.  As you licked, bit, and tasted your way through his toes, you noticed that your friend’s breath was starting to become harder.  You looked up from his foot to see that his eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling with his deep breaths.  You even noticed a bulge starting to form in his pants.

As you finished up on the left foot, all five of his toes in your mouth, you pulled away, drool dribbling down the foot.

Jared looked up, about to say something, when you devoured the big toe of his right foot into your mouth.  He let out a contented sign, closed his eyes, and relaxed back down on the couch.  

With his right foot you took greater time and attention on each single toe.  You bobbed your head up and down on his toes, giving each its own individual care.  Between each toe you would spend some time licking between them, savouring the taste, but the main focus was on sucking on each toe, one at a time.

As you sucked on his middle toe, Jared cleared his throat.  You looked up without taking the toe out of your mouth.

“This… okay, this is pretty hot, and it’s turning me on like you wouldn’t believe.  Would it be weird if I… you know…” he said as he rubbed the bulge in his pants.

“Mmhmm” you say again, nodded, and turned your attention back to the feet in your hands.  You felt a sense of satisfaction when you heard Jared sigh, the unzip of his pants, and the sound of skin rubbing on skin.

The movie continued on in the background, but neither of you cared.