Now just in a pair of white boxers and old converse sneakers, the teen meal slumps his shoulders as he stands on your flattened hand. You know exactly how to proceed. Cupping him in one hand you run to the pantry and find what you are looking for, a small lollipop stick. Pushing it up one boxer pant leg, the edge sits below the elastic hem, causing the young ginger to float, supported only by the stick and his boxers.
The white pole bends a little with his weight, so you decide to star sucking. Starting off with a few licks you bring your tongue from his pale calf all the way up his right thigh, tasting the sweet flavor of the delectible young actor. He starts shivering as your tongue continues to dart in and out licking all over. With one finger you drop off one of his shoes and marvel at the size of his plump feet, hidden beneath a gray sock. Removing that too, drool starts accumulating at the sides of your lips and you move the boy lollipop back to your mouth.
His hooded eyes go wide and his piggy nostrils flare out while he cries as he sees the pink snake of yout tongue come slowly back out of the cave and approach his revealed foot. Starting with the soles, you lap up the strong, salty flavor, and proceed to tickle each plump toe individually and then all at once with your tongue. “Mmm… you’re fucking delicious! And your squirming is so hot,” you murmur in ecstasy.
“P-please stop, let me go, I’ve got a family, I’ve got a mom, and dad, they’re going to be worried about me, and you won’t let me go. Stop sucking on me! Spare me, please!
His feet are nice and soft, with each toe and each foot having its own different feel. They are as pale as can be and, like his milky white arms, are covered in freckles. His toes each have their own shape and size rather than be totally uniform but each is cuter than the last. The nails are a nice length and fully clean underneath. His pink soles are as soft as a baby’s bottom, and have no calluses on them. And as your tongue explores you find that they are, as it should be, super ticklish. He’s got nice arches you notice as they kick out from his suspended body and leaning in you find that they smell like freshly baked sugar cookies, the aroma of goodness and pure deliciousness- just the most like fresh, warm, soft cookies ever experienced.
Suddenly another idea hits you. Do you want to continue licking the tasty captive? But how many licks does it really take to get to the center? Maybe you should stuff him full of chocolate and suck on him like a tootsie pop. Or would you rather make a real pop and freeze him into an iced teen pop?
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