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Bros Before Toes (3)

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Chester's foot made a squelching sound as he pulled it out of his shoe. He wasn't wearing socks so his skin had suctioned a little to Wolf's body and the interior fabric of his sneaker.

Wolf remained inside the shoe after it was taken off. He lay on the insole, gasping for air, grateful for the relief of the massive foot finally off his chest. Through the long, long journey to back Chester's house he still hadn't managed to get used to the smell. Every breath he took was like huffing fumes from a garbage disposal. The boy's tart, fetid foot odour was a world away from the satisfying musk of Perry's cleats or Wolf's own gym socks, which he used to sniff and jack off over every chance he got.

Chester's huge grey eye appeared over the shoe's opening, like a god peering into the depth's of a steaming volcano.

"Out you come, lazy lump." Five fingers slid in and scrambled over Wolf, then deposited him on a soft blue carpet which turned out to be Chester's bedspread.

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