#boybukkake

[carnalxheroism]

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It wasn’t the first time Clark had to deal with a young man for a teammate—certainly not the first time to take one home either. Sure, they have skills and powers but still, Clark didn’t really like sending off a young hero alone in the streets to head back to wherever they stay—especially when they already share identities enough to put up caution. He knew Peter Parker is a good kid, of course their recent adventure was proof enough of that—the same one that he was now staring at the television in his apartment. Clark has yet to change. Not that he was in a rush. It was the day’s end after all. That as he continued to watch the news and made sure that the reports wouldn’t be followed through with a more dangerous aftermath that they had to return to, Clark just sigh slowly. His massively round and heavy muscle breasts swelling against his skin tight suit that it pushed his plump nipples even more into view—just like how they were already showing within the clips that were being shown in the television as him and Spider-man dealt with the situation. Little did he know, he wasn’t the only one distracted in the moment.

[carnalxtribute]

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His son might be out and is just on his way home, but at least Ed had great company. That while it was indeed the case, Ed was just as insistent on letting Peter just stick around and wait for his son since he is very much welcome in that small household of two. He’s sweet and polite. Easily endearing. And most of all, he really appreciated him being supportive of Eddie’s endeavors in following his footsteps—in fact, Peter is very supportive of them both. And that is why Ed took the opportunity to have the other help him out. That without much of a warning, the older Brock walked into the living room with nothing but the skimpiest thong that gleamed in its metallic pink, one that he was a bit anxious on trying—but Peter told him he would look good in it so why the hell not? And with Peter in the living room, there was no better man to judge, right?

“Yeah—took your advice kid…got those posers you mentioned...” Ed chuckled, sauntering right up to the coffee table, massive body flexing with every step like how his ripe muscle breasts jiggled on. He was showing off, curves and all. And with how he tugged at the already thinned out strapped, he shifted in it as he smiled warmly onto the other. “—so… how does the old man look, Peter?” he chuckled on. Fists against his hips for a pose—unaware that his little adjustment already got half his pussy lip out and right in Peter’s line of vision. Plump. Flush. And even with a hint of a wet glisten. Truly, his poser did nothing to hide anything.

[carnalxheroism]

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Skin tight blackness cast a perfect gleam within the stark night lights that managed to slip between the cracks of the covered windows, sculpting the proud expanse of his back; cords flexing with each step that he took, from the cocky sway of his shoulders and arms and down to the beefy globes of his ass cheeks that the symbiote made sure to wrap around each as if they were being given their due spot light—perky and fat as they bobbed with his movements. Though with a jug at the slabs of his big and juicy muscle breasts, Eddie let a grunt slip out through his lips as the black ichor melted down to his neck and showed his boyish face—to show Peter his tensed expression of frustration.

“I—are you sure your lead should get us here?” Eddie turned to face the other, his mighty pecs in a perfect display once more as he took in a sigh to catch his breath, muscles rippling down to his taut abdomen as if to lead some passing gaze down to the plump mound between his thighs. “I can’t sense shit, just saying…”