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WARNING: The following story has a young character taking part in foot fetish activities. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read no further.

Supersudsyboy

It was a cool, cloudy Thursday afternoon in Willowdale after a recent rain shower. The bell rang for the end of the school day, and all the kids of Poplar Street School raced out the door and congregated with each other as they went their separate ways. A certain group of six was walking towards one of the city’s lush parks. The first kid, Greg Shelton, was a pig boy wearing a burnt orange sweater and sneakers, dark brown pants, and a black beanie. The second, Nathan Jones, was a white duck boy wearing an olive green long-sleeve t-shirt, white shorts with golden yellow bars that formed a “T” design, orange and golden yellow sneakers, and a dark green pom-pom ski cap. The third, Mary-Ann Winston, was a green duck girl wearing a purple long-sleeve t-shirt, a matching purple newsboy cap and boots, and a pink skirt. The fourth, Ivan Atkins, was a diminutive gray chihuahua boy with yellow eyes, wearing a green jacket with a light blue collar, jeans, and white sneakers. The fifth, Eleanor Diller, was a yellow cow girl with short, curly brown hair and white horns, wearing a red blouse and skirt, matching red Mary Jane shoes, and round, green-rimmed glasses. The last, but certainly not the least, was Oliver Medford, a white dog boy with yellow eyes and a big brown nose, wearing a thick burgundy coat with an orange collar and cuffs, gray pants, maroon shoes, and a teal-blue pom-pom ski cap. Together, they were known as the Minimighty Squad, helping their fellow classmates and citizens deal with all sorts of conflicts and mysteries thanks to their superpowers.

“Say Greg,” said Eleanor, “have any concerns about tomorrow’s vocabulary and grammar test?”

“Uh, I’m not sure if I’ve memorized all the vocab,” replied Greg. “Besides, Ms. Lambert said it’s worth twenty percent of our quarterly grade. Shouldn’t we study first before we head out to the field?”

“I’ve already knocked out all my homework during recess,” said Oliver. “I’d be delighted to help you when we’re at the hideout.”

“Really?” said Greg, beaming.

“Count on it.”

“And next week’s poem recital? Which one was it again…?”

“O Captain! My Captain!” said Oliver as he put his arms around Greg and Eleanor’s shoulders. “Walt Whitman’s greatest work. All three stanzas.”

Ivan yawned. “All this school talk is boring me out. I’d rather focus on our soccer match!”

“Yeah,” said Mary-Ann. “We need the additional exercise anyway.”

“Okay, okay,” chuckled Oliver as he then noticed that the “walk” symbol was illuminated at the crosswalk. “Race you to the field?” He and his fellow squad mates hurried across the street and through the wrought iron gates of Heathwaite Park, stopping at a vacant soccer field with mud patches scattered here and there.

“Sure would be more fun if we had an audience,” said Ivan.

“That’s usually on official game days,” said Eleanor. “Besides, everyone just got out of school, so you can’t really expect the majority of the student body to show up within minutes.”

Nathan saw that one of the goal posts was unstable, so he reached out his elastic arms and held both ends, tilting it back to its proper position. “I did it!” he exclaimed in a high, tinny voice. “I actually did it!”

“Did what, Nathan?” asked Ivan, who was too busy to notice.

“This goal post was tilting to the left for the longest time,” said Nathan.

“It feels like months since it was last standing upright,” said Greg.

“Huh, never knew.” Ivan looked around for a few seconds. “That’s strange. Where did Oliver go?”

“Here I am,” came Oliver’s voice.

“But where? I don’t see you.”

“Behind you, Ivan.”

Ivan looked back, but Oliver was nowhere to be found. Or so he thought.

“Gotcha!” said Oliver as he suddenly came into view holding the toggle on his invisibility bracelet. He was now wearing a genuine soccer uniform, consisting of a blue jersey with red stripes, red shorts, blue knee-high socks, and black cleats. Ivan was immediately startled as he gasped, fell back, and started laughing.

“Clever Oliver!” chuckled Eleanor. “You most certainly excel in that category.”

“Thanks, Eleanor,” replied Oliver.

“Where’d you get that shiny soccer uniform?” asked Greg.

“It’s called a kit, Greg,” said Oliver as he brought out a soccer ball and started juggling it with his knees. “I keep it in my own locker in the field house over there. These shin pads on my legs have really helped me improve my soccer skills, not to brag of course.”

“I don’t see any pads on your legs,” said Mary-Ann.

“That’s because they’re hidden under these socks,” said Oliver as he held the ball still with his foot. “Professional soccer players are required to wear them so that they don’t suffer any serious leg injuries.”

“Now I’m jealous,” said Greg. “I should ask my parents for a new unifo — I mean, kit, for my birthday since it’s coming up next —”

“Hey Mini-Puny Squad!” hissed a familiar voice.

The Minimighty Squad were shocked to see none other than the school bully Big Wolf Callahan, an older beige wolf boy in a black leather jacket over a white shirt, orange pants, and a red baseball cap, along with his three goons — Dino Thorndyke, a green t-rex from England in a black hoodie and baggy gray sweatpants; Alfred “Alf” McBride, a short and stocky white pitbull in a red sports jacket, jeans, and a spike collar; and Aleksandr “Sasha” Lebedev, a gray rat in a green hoodie over a white shirt and olive-colored pants.

Mary-Ann groaned in disgust. “Great! Big Wolf followed us!”

“And just what on Earth do you punks want this time?!” spat Oliver.

“We showed up for a little bit of competition,” replied Big Wolf. “Odds are you’re all gonna lose big time.”

“Even after all six of us have outsmarted you fifty-odd times?” asked Greg.

“All o’ ya sore losers be’er be prepared,” said Dino in a gruff Cockney accent. “This ‘ere is our field.”

“Says who?” asked Oliver. “I’m certain Ms. Lambert kicked you out every time.”

“That lazy slob of a teacher?” laughed Sasha. “All she needs is a nap and a half-eaten sandwich.”

Those words set Oliver off. “How DARE you talk about our beloved teacher that way! I don’t care how wet and muddy this soccer field is from this afternoon’s rain! First team to score five goals wins! BRING IT ON!”

The Minimighty Squad and Big Wolf’s gang each got into position on the soccer field. Nathan and Alf served as the goalies for their respective teams. In addition, Ivan, Mary-Ann, and Dino were the midfielders, Greg, Eleanor, and Sasha were the strikers, and Oliver and Big Wolf were the defenders. Since there was no one else within the boundaries of the field, Oliver doubled as a referee. He blew his whistle, allowing Mary-Ann to initiate the first kickoff. Eleanor and Greg took off after the ball only for Big Wolf to quickly kick it back in the opposite direction towards Dino. Mary-Ann soon got into a serious kicking spree with Dino, who then managed to execute a standard shot to pass the ball to Sasha. As Oliver saw the ball racing towards his team’s goal post, he sprinted to the side to attempt a counterattack but missed. Luckily, Nathan was able to block the ball with his elasticity. During the next play, the Minimighty Squad and their enemies were even more concentrated, but the first team to score was unfortunately Big Wolf’s. Dino was next to bring the ball into play, and his lousy inside kick sent the ball through the air diagonally out of bounds, earning the first penalty for his team. Oliver frantically blew his whistle as he noticed Dino trying to kick the ball through the sideline.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” he yelled at the dinosaur. “No, Dino! Out of bounds!”

“You’re not the ref, ya grimy bloke,” snorted Dino.

“Tough!” spat Oliver as he swiped the soccer ball out of his opponent’s hands. “It’s now our turn to kick off. After that, you guys have a free penalty shot.”

Once everyone was ready, he executed a strong kickoff from his position, giving his fellow midfielders and strikers an amazing head start. Approximately fifteen more grueling plays and two more penalties took place and both teams each scored four goals so far.

“This is it, guys!” called Greg to his fellow teammates. “We’re tied!”

“Every second counts!” Oliver chimed in as he blew the whistle. “Finish strong!”

Ivan initiated kickoff with a straight shot to Greg, who lightly kicked the ball along with his toes as he prepared to strike towards the goal post where Alf was standing. Big Wolf was quick to notice and forcefully kicked it all the way back to Sasha on the other end of the field. As the rat struck the ball towards the goal post, Oliver executed an even more forceful kick which flew all the way back to Big Wolf. Ivan and Mary-Ann noticed that Big Wolf was trying to attempt a difficult shot, so they worked together to deliver chip shots against him. Greg and Eleanor joined in the ensuing frenzy by Alf’s goal post as it was anyone’s game at this point. Out of the blue, Oliver performed a tricky bending shot with the outside of his foot, sending him tripping into a patch of mud for the third time. The ball whizzed past Alf and inside the goal post in a split second, scoring the winning goal and sending the Minimighty Squad into cheers.

“YES, YES, YES!” cried Oliver, pumping his fist in the air.

“We finally did it!” said Eleanor.

“Screw this, we’re outta here!” said Big Wolf as he fled the field with his goons.

“Run home to Mama, baby cowards!” called Oliver in a thick Russian accent. He then turned to the rest of the Minimighty Squad and switched to his normal voice. “They never learn.”

“So now we can go to the hideout, huh?” asked Mary-Ann.

“I can’t go right now,” sighed Oliver, fanning his sweaty head and examining his muddy body. “I really need to head home and soak in some warm water. But I’ll catch up with you later.”

“See ya, Oliver!” said the rest of the Squad in unison as the white dog boy winked in return. After packing up his belongings, he walked a few blocks to his house, wiped his feet on the welcome mat, unlocked the front door with his house keys, and walked inside.

“I’m home!” called Oliver across the house.

“Hi Oliver,” replied Danny as he walked into the living room from the kitchen. “How was your day?”

“Hi Dad,” said Oliver. “School went by smoothly, I completed my homework during recess and memorized my vocabulary for tomorrow’s test. By the way, sorry about my muddy appearance. I ended up playing soccer with my Minimighty Squad pals against some bad guys on the wet field. I desperately need to head upstairs and take a bath.”

Danny stroked the top of Oliver’s head. “Goodness gracious, it’s okay buddy boy. I’m glad you brought up the idea of a bath without being asked to do so.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you in a little while,” said Oliver as he went towards the stairs but then turned his head around. “Oh, Dad?”

“Yes, son?” asked Danny.

“Can I help you with anything at the moment?”

“I’m good, I just finished unloading the dishwasher. It was the last thing that needed to be done before your mom gets home from work.”

“Coolio.”

Oliver walked upstairs to his bedroom to put away his belongings, then to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Whistling a tune, he drew back the shower curtain, checked the plug in the bathtub to make sure it was closed, and turned on the hot and cold water. Oliver reached into his socks and undid his shin pads, setting them on the floor next to the sink. Next, he kicked his cleats off and peeled his knee-high socks off one by one, revealing his cute, nicely shaped and sized human-like feet with five toes on each foot. He then tugged the sleeves of his soccer jersey to let out each arm and lifted the shirt off over his head. Finally, he slipped off his shorts and yellow-and-blue striped tighty whities, revealing his naked bottom and white circumcised penis. As soon as the bathtub was full enough, he tested the temperature of the water with his hand and turned the faucet off.

“Alexa, play my Urban Sounds playlist on Spotify,” said Oliver.

“Playing Urban Sounds on Spotify,” replied the Alexa device on top of the bathroom cabinet, prompting it to play “Medicine Chest” by Nostalgia 77. Oliver stepped into the tub, closed the shower curtain, laid back, and closed his eyes. The sensation of the warm bath water felt heavenly, almost like a pool at the hot springs. Tiny droplets of water streamed down the creamy white skin of the dog boy’s body as he smiled and hummed along to the breezy jazz music playing in the background.

“I greatly enjoy having some ‘me’ time during the week,” said Oliver out loud to himself. “A serene bath in my inner-city home is hard to beat. Soothes your body, mind, soul, and—”

All of a sudden, he saw the shower curtain being opened to reveal his dad. Embarrassed, he gasped and quickly covered his privates.

“W-what are you doing here in the bathroom?” he asked. “I didn’t even hear the door open.”

“I heard music playing in the house and wasn’t sure where it was coming from,” said Danny.

Oliver thought for a second. “Were you looking for something inside the tub?”

“You, of course. You’re a divine cutie when you don’t have any clothes on.”

“D-do you…uh…do you really mean that Dad?” asked Oliver, blushing.

“Certainly,” replied Danny. “As a matter of fact, I’ll join you.” He sat down on the toilet and winked at his son before taking off his brown shoes and gray cotton socks. Oliver’s penis instantly started growing erect at the sight and smell of his daddy’s big bare Egyptian-style feet. Danny proceeded to pull his purple polo shirt off, unbuckle his belt, and slide his pants and underwear off, now buck naked in front of his son for the first time. His body was slightly muscular yet slender and attractive, and his large circumcised penis was at half-mast. Oliver was mesmerized.

“So Dad,” he began, “I thought I’d never in a million years see you naked up close.”

“Times are changin’, sonny boy,” said Danny. “We’re not in the conservative era any more.”

“I can see that your pee pee is circumcised, just like mine.”

Danny raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Circumcised? Never heard such a big boy word out of you before. But you’re correct!”

“Wanna…wanna see mine?” asked Oliver.

“By all means.”

Wasting no time, Oliver stood up in the water and, with his arms akimbo, presented his raging erection for his daddy to see. He slowly bounced up and down, making it wobble around with his plump white testicles.

“Heeheehee, there’s my sexy little sweetheart!” giggled Danny. “Can you do more with it?”

“Something like this?” Oliver stood still and twitched his penis twice in front of his father.

“Twitchy twitchy!” said Danny with a grin. “My turn now.” His now fully erect penis twitched upward the same way.

“Cuuuuuute!” cooed Oliver in a singsong tone as he sat back down.

Danny gasped as he remembered something. “Wait! I’ll be right back.” He left the bathroom for about forty-five seconds and returned with a medium-sized Tupperware box full of assorted toys.

“Oooh, are those my old bath toys?” wondered Oliver. “I haven’t seen these since I was five or six years old.”

“Memory lane exists for a reason, Oliver,” replied Danny. “It’s about time we showed all these toys some more appreciation. Aaaaaand in they go!”

Oliver scooted back as Danny dumped the toys straight into the tub with a splash. The latter carefully stepped into the tub and slowly lowered himself into the water, facing his son. He crossed his long legs at the ankles to where his soles and toes were barely touching Oliver’s cheek.

“First time taking a bath with someone else, in this case my sexy daddy,” said Oliver, giggling.

“There’s a first time for everything,” replied Danny. “What should we do first, wash or play?”

“How about we multitask?”

“I like the way you think, son.” He gestured to a blue toy sailboat floating in the bath water. “Let’s start with an adventurous voyage for the Azure Medallion here.”

“Aye aye, Captain Danny!” exclaimed Oliver as he saluted.

As Danny maneuvered the little sailboat around the bathtub, Oliver pushed his hands through the water to create waves as if it was high tide. After a couple minutes, Danny grabbed a pink bar of soap from the soap dish, submerged it, and rubbed his palms on it to create suds before applying the soap to his son’s armpits, making him laugh from the sensation.

“That tickles, Dad!” chuckled Oliver.

“Oh really?” asked Danny as he playfully wiggled his sudsy fingertips on his son’s soles. “How about this?”

This time, Oliver really burst into hysterical laughter. “NOHOHO! STOHOHOHOP!”

“What’s the password, silly boy?”

“I don’t knohohohohow! OH MERCY!”

Danny stopped tickling. “There, all better.”

“So…you’re saying that ‘mercy’ counts as a safe word?” wondered Oliver.

“Well, yes son,” replied Danny. “Who told you about safe words?”

Oliver cleared his throat. “I learned from eavesdropping on you and Mom having sex in your bedroom one evening. It appears you enjoyed having the soles of your big feet tickled while you were laying completely naked. The safe word you uttered, if I can recall, was ‘Monongahela’.”

“Like the river?”

“Yep, the one in Pittsburgh. Can I try it on you?”

Danny thought for a moment. “Hmm, we should probably save that for when we play in my bedroom since none of us want to bump our heads in this bathtub.”

“Can we still play in the tub?” asked Oliver.

“Why, of course Ollie boy, that’s why I joined you right from the start,” said Danny. “Which toy’s next? Perhaps the quintessential rubber ducky?”

Oliver picked up a bright yellow rubber duck out of the water and squeezed it a couple times, making it quack. “Rubber ducky, you’re the one!” he sang as he submerged it. Once it rose back up to float, he aimed the duck’s bill at his father and squirted a few streams of water, making the latter laugh and shield his face. Next, they washed each other’s heads by cupping water with their hands and releasing it, applying shampoo in between. As they played with some of the other bath toys, they took turns washing each other’s arms, legs, chests, feet, and bottoms. But there was one more thing to wash which they just couldn’t leave out.

“Time to wash those pee pees of ours, Dad,” said Oliver.

“I’ll do yours first,” said Danny as he built suds in his hands and gently caressed Oliver’s penis about four times before rinsing. The white dog boy closed his eyes and moaned from the feeling, then he followed suit, stroking his dad’s bigger penis the same number of times and rinsing it as he felt it twitch. As soon as he gathered up all his bath toys, he pulled the plug to drain the bath water and stepped out with Danny. The two each grabbed a towel and dried their heads and bodies, then wrapped the towels around their lower torsos.

“To your bedroom?” asked Oliver.

“Yeppity yep,” chuckled Danny.

The Medfords’ primary bedroom wasn’t necessarily the biggest one around, but roomy and cozy enough for a house their size. Danny sat on the edge of the bed with his damp towel still wrapped around him. He then noticed Oliver staring at him with a smile on his face, licking his lips.

“I guess you’re not quite done having fun, huh?” he asked his son.

“No way,” replied Oliver in a seductive tone of voice. “In fact, drop that towel.”

“Gladly,” said Danny as he unwrapped his towel and let it fall to the ground. The dog boy did the same for himself and joined his father on the bed.

“You know Dad, you’d make an excellent nude model,” he said. “Every part of your body is beautiful.”

“Same for your young skinny body,” said Danny.

“Oh goodness, I can’t stop staring at your feet.”

“Hehe, I know you can’t help yourself there. They’re yours to play with.”

“First,” said Oliver, “I’ll start with this.” He immediately stroked his hands all over his dad’s big white feet, massaging the heels, arches, balls, and all ten toes. He dipped his big brown nose into the soles and toes and took a few deep sniffs, cooing as he exhaled.

“Smell good?” asked Danny.

“Better than good, they smell perfect!” said Oliver. “Mostly like the soap we used, with a hint of cheesiness.”

“The best of both worlds for sure. Mind if I inspect your feet as well?”

“Way ahead of you,” said Oliver as he put his feet right in his dad’s face. As Danny took a few sniffs of the soles and toes, his adult-sized penis twitched in response.

“Something tells me you love the smell of my size eight-and-a-half feet,” said Oliver.

“They smell just like the stinky, dirty socks in your laundry hamper,” replied Danny. “Even after our bath time.”

Oliver chuckled. “Well, I do walk around and play often, like other boys my age.”

“As you should, all boys need to play.”

“You suggested that I tickle your feet once we got out of the bath. May I?”

“Knock yourself out, Oliver,” said Danny as he wiggled his toes.

“Whoops, forgot to ask what your safe word will be,” said Oliver.

“How about ‘isotope’?”

“Going scientific, huh? Hope you’re ready.”

With a silly grin on his face, the dog boy walked his fingertips up and down his father’s big smooth soles like a mouse, starting with his heels, then going up to the arches and balls. Danny snickered at the feeling and slightly wiggled his legs, then giggled a bit more when his son drummed his fingers along the toes. Oliver’s tickling gradually sped up to the point where Danny started to laugh harder. As Danny spread his legs, Oliver took a gaze at his dad’s plump testicles and decided to give them the tickle treatment as well.

“OH GEEZ!” laughed Danny. “I can’t tahahahake it! Isotope! ISOTOHOHOPE!”

Oliver instantly stopped tickling and allowed his father to catch his breath. “Need some water?”

“I actually have two bottles of water on my bedside table that haven’t even been opened yet,” said Danny, taking them and handing one to Oliver. “We’ll need some to prepare for the final phase of our playtime.”

“Thanks Dad,” said Oliver as he and his dad opened their bottled water and took a swig. Once they were hydrated, Oliver grabbed his cell phone from his bedroom and walked back to the primary bedroom. “I have pictures from a couple of my friends that I wanna show you.”

“Oh really?” asked Danny. “What kind?”

“Pics of their feet,” replied Oliver.

“Coolio, have a seat next to me and we’ll take a look.” Danny tapped a spot on the bed and Oliver climbed up next to him, opening up his phone’s photo album. The first set of pics was from Roberta Halsey, a blue dog girl who wore a whopping men’s size twenty, taken from the time she made some footprint artwork on a canvas. Next was a series of pics and a video from Matt Porter, a Dalmatian boy and one of Oliver’s best friends outside of the Minimighty Squad. Here, Matt was shirtless and barefoot in navy skinny jeans with the legs slightly cuffed, posing with one of his drum sets in his media room. The video was a drum cover of “#41” by Dave Matthews Band, shot at different angles with multiple cameras, including the Dalmatian’s big bare feet working the bass drum and hi-hat pedals. It also featured clips of Matt dancing barefoot with sexy foot shots to match. Oliver’s and Danny’s penises were twitching madly as they watched the video.

“Wowie, that Matt is what I call a drummer,” said Danny. “When I say he can play those drums, I mean he can puh-lay. It’s like he was practically born to be a drummer.”

“Our love for music is part of what made my friendship with him possible,” said Oliver.

“And those feet of his, mmmmm! I love how his second toes are shorter than his big toes, how plump his toes are, and how perfectly shaped his soles, arches, and heels are.”

“Just like your feet, my sexy dad.”

“If I’m that sexy to you,” said Danny, “why don’t you feel my feet with that thingy between your legs?”

“I’d love love LOVE to!” cried Oliver as he scooted up to where his penis made contact with the silky smooth skin of the balls of his dad’s feet. Immediately he started gently thrusting his hips back and forth to rub his penis against those big fatherly soles, starting with the balls, then the heels and arches, then back to the balls and toes.

“I bet that feels really good,” said Danny.

“Good?” asked Oliver. “This feels electric!”

“Here, I know a good position to try that you’ll truly love. Lay back against the pillows.”

Oliver did as he was told, then Danny hovered his feet over Oliver’s crotch and landed them on his penis, encapsulating it between them and his tummy. He slid his soles back and forth on the penis, alternating between his left foot and right foot. The dog boy’s breathing became heavier as the minutes passed, and soon enough he thrusted his hips at a moderate pace to hump his pee pee on his father’s feet. Danny wiggled his toes for added effect.

“How you feeling son?” he asked.

“Oh Dad!” cried Oliver, panting. “Oh Dad, I’m so close! My pee pee’s tingling all over!”

“Let it all come out,” said Danny with a wink.

“Hnnnnngggg!!” groaned Oliver as he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth. His pearly, creamy semen squirted out of his penis right onto the balls and partly between the toes.

“First time I saw you pop a load,” chuckled Danny.

“Like you said, first time for everything,” replied Oliver. “Now it’s your turn to be pleasured.”

“Any particular position you want me in?”

“Hmmm, lay on your back on the floor.”

Danny slowly laid on his back on the soft carpet floor of the bedroom and gave his son a thumbs up to let him know he was ready. Oliver strutted over to his dad’s naked body and gently stepped onto the latter’s erect penis.

“Ooooh,” uttered Danny.

“Doesn’t hurt, does it?” asked Oliver.

“Not at all son, this is perfect.”

“In that case, time for a lil’ dance.” Oliver giggled and started dancing all over Danny’s body, moving his bare bottom and utilizing many different dance steps and strokes with his feet on his dad’s pee pee. Oliver made playful faces and smiles here and there, including one where he stuck his tongue out the side of his open mouth like a real dog. At one point, he stood still and wiggled all ten of his plump toes on the head of Danny’s penis, feeling it twitch.

“Your birthday suit is perfect for any day we’re alone, Oliver,” said Danny.

“Same for yours, Dad,” replied Oliver, touching Danny’s cheek with the ball and toes of his right foot. He resumed his cute sexy naked dance and stepped all over his father’s nude body and penis, and soon enough Danny leaked precum out of the tip of his penis.

“Ahhh,” he whispered. “Ahhh, my pee pee feels gooooood.”

“So good you wanna…cum?” asked Oliver teasingly.

“Yeah, I want my semen to come out for your cute, young, stinky feet.”

“My perfect feet that are currently rubbing your penis?”

“And I want Matt’s feet on my pee pee someday, too.”

“His feet too? Those big stinky Dalmatian boy feet fresh out of dirty socks?”

“Mmm-hmm, what size does he wear?”

“He wears a men’s ten.”

“Oooh yes, such big feet for his age, this is really helping.”

“Almost there? Gonna cum?”

“Ooooh, ooooh!” panted Danny.

“C’mon!” coaxed Oliver. “Cum for my creamy white feet and toes! I wanna see that semen come out! Almost as if you’ve become Superorgasm!”

With heavy panting, Danny unleashed several ropes of his semen, most of it landing on Oliver’s bare feet. The dog boy gazed at his dad’s orgasm as if he were watching a fireworks display.

“That…was truly unbelievable,” said Danny once he caught his breath. “I could never ask for a better son than you.”

“You’re one of the best people in my life, Dad,” replied Oliver as he kissed Danny on the cheek. “Want some Kleenexes to wipe everything up?”

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” laughed Danny as he reached for a box of tissues. Together they cleaned up every trace of their semen with the tissues, throwing them in the trash afterwards. “Since you’ve been such a good boy and did all your homework today, would you like to go with me, your mother, and the Minimighty Squad out to Omachi Ramen And Izakaya for dinner?”

“Mmmmmm, one of my favorite restaurants!” said Oliver, licking his lips. “Yes please!”

“I love you son,” said Danny as he hugged his son.

“I love you too Dad,” said Oliver as he hugged back. The two sat on the bed, still naked, and chatted for about ten minutes before they got dressed, Danny in the outfit he wore earlier and Oliver in his always fashionable coat and hat.

The End