Vincenzo was sun bathing by a friend's pool, leaning back on his hands with his abs flexing and his heels dipped in the water. His thighs flattened on the hot concrete, pouring out of his tiger-print trunks like floods of brown muscle. His trunks hugged him jealously, illuminating the exact degree that his manhood laid on like a big floppy clock hand.
Perched on his boyfriend's big toe, Joe could clearly see the meaty two o'clock outline.
For weeks after Joe was shrunk, he couldn't stand to be placed at his ex-boyfriend's feet. The demotion from lover to house pet was just too demeaning. But after so many weeks spent watching Vince and his new boyfriend adore each other, Joe became desperate for any contact he could get with this beautiful body that used to be his to enjoy. So today he hungrily accepted what he could of Vincenzo. He licked between his warm toes, brown like warm Brazilian sand. He drank the nectar of Vince's sweat and sucked in the familiar scent of his sweet musk. The Latino giant never acknowledged Joe's worship, he simply laid back and offered up his feet to be pampered, content to drag the little man around at his heels like a smitten puppy.
Perched on his boyfriend's big toe, Joe could clearly see the meaty two o'clock outline.
For weeks after Joe was shrunk, he couldn't stand to be placed at his ex-boyfriend's feet. The demotion from lover to house pet was just too demeaning. But after so many weeks spent watching Vince and his new boyfriend adore each other, Joe became desperate for any contact he could get with this beautiful body that used to be his to enjoy. So today he hungrily accepted what he could of Vincenzo. He licked between his warm toes, brown like warm Brazilian sand. He drank the nectar of Vince's sweat and sucked in the familiar scent of his sweet musk. The Latino giant never acknowledged Joe's worship, he simply laid back and offered up his feet to be pampered, content to drag the little man around at his heels like a smitten puppy.