Barefoot Boy Jordan Falls for a Shy Skaterboy
His name was Jordan, and as soon as skaterboy Damien saw him outside the school building the first day of his freshman year, he immediately became infatuated with the 16-year-old junior. Damien never had seen a tall, well-built stud, his surfer looks sealed by a long mane of blonde hair and deep tanned skin, go about so unselfconsciously barefoot, his big, long-toed feet, just as evenly darkly tanned as the rest of him, gliding on his skateboard as easily as if the dude never had worn shoes. As Damien soon would learn from his classmates, that wasn't too far from the case at all.
The story was that as a toddler young Jordan had gotten a terrible infection on his toes from a pair of bad-fitting shoes, and so the kid had had to have a long recovery by keeping his feet uncovered while they healed. But the traumatic experience at such a young age had turned off Jordan to shoes permanently. When his parents finally tried to get their child back into a pair, Jordan had kicked up such a fuss and screamed so loud that the flustered parents had relented, leaving him barefoot. Jordan wouldn't put up with anything on his feet, not even sandals or thongs, and the rambunctious, wild kid was determined to tread everywhere barefoot, spending the next few years toughening up their surface, climbing trees, walls, and engaging in all sorts of sports, always in his bare feet. Preschools and kindergartens wouldn't allow the wild kid to attend, believing his carefree attitude would be a bad influence on the others, but by the time Jordan was required to attend the first grade, his parents had wrangled a special dispensation from the school board for "health reasons", allowing the barefoot boy to do as he pleased so long as he made no trouble. In fact, Jordan was one of the most well-behaved and pleasant kids in school, growing into a mellow surfer and skater, the only time he ever showed any bad attitude if anyone bitched about him covering his feet, and people soon learned never to do that!
As the years passed, going barefoot became the norm for the surfer dude, the feet growing to a large, muscular size 14 by the time he entered high school, and for Jordan wearing shoes made as much sense as having gloves on your hands all the time. It was ridiculous, and for him, it was unhealthy. He treated his beautiful feet just as he would his hands, prettifying them with toe rings and a cool gold chain around one slender ankle, and he made sure never to bring the dirt off the streets into the classroom, always washing them off in the bathroom before entering class.
For some reason, this behavior turned on Damien immensely. He was beginning to realize he was gay, but the terribly shy boy, lithe and skinny at only 5'5" and 115 lbs., couldn't compare to the manly sized junior, a towering 6'4", 180 lbs., with long, slim muscles from his extreme sports activities. He usually wore his mid-back length blonde hair in a ponytail in school, but aside from that and the constant barefooting, obviously, Jordan's appearance was actually quite conservative when compared to other alternative punk and emo types at school: his was more of a reserved surfer-preppy vibe, Jordan's usual attire consisting of cargo shorts or jeans, accompanied by form-fitting polo shirts, his fashionable sunglasses atop his blonde bangs.
Damien, whose vibe could best be compared to emo, his long dark bangs constantly in his green eyes set within a pale face, didn't really want to be classified with any group, believing he fit in with no one, and he spent all his time in class trying to go unnoticed, thinking anyone who got to know the real him would laugh at him, hurt him at worst, probably, were they to learn he was gay.
Curiously, Damien never saw Jordan speaking to or hanging around any girls, and as he listened in to the school gossip, he soon learned the amazing truth that the barefoot boy was very openly gay and had been all through high school. Damien felt his heart leap; they had at least one thing in common, but the shy skater never could envision such a stunning example of hotness even bothering with a small freshman like himself. And yet as he continued to observe Jordan from afar, Damien soon came to realize another stunning fact: just like Damien, Jordan spent most of the time by himself, either on his skateboard at lunchtime or reading in the hallway, those cool bare feet of his kicked up against the wall, usually tapping out some tune that must be going through his own head. How could such a cool dude be such a loner? But perhaps the weirdness of his barefoot lifestyle, combined with his in-your-face gayness, had turned off most people at school, dominated by jocks and simple haters, and perhaps the rest just felt threatened by his stellar good looks. Who knew? Damien never expected their paths to cross so he could find out, but all that changed later that year in his intro art class, when in walked Mr. Barefoot Boy himself, in cargo shorts and pink polo shirt, that gold chain glinting on his ankle as he paced casually toward Damien in the back of the class.
The shy boy's heart leapt. Could this actually be happening? Jordan's laser sharp eyes picked out Damien from the crowd, his killer smile of bright white teeth aimed right at him, and Damien melted. The tall surfer took the empty seat next to his, casually tapping his neighbor's skinny leg with his big left foot in a friendly way, as he announced in a mellow, sun-tinged voice, "Hey, man, I'm Jordan! Cool to see you here."
"Uh, yeah, I'm Damien," the skaterboy croaked, obviously appearing foolish, he thought. What did he mean, cool to see you here? Did he even know who he was? Maybe Jordan had been observing him just as much as he had been observing the barefoot boy.
They didn't have much time to chat about it, as class soon started. Still, throughout the lesson, nervous Damien felt the stud's bare foot keep brushing up against his leg. Jordan kept whispering his apology, as if it had been accidental, but why couldn't he just shift a little to the right to keep it from happening over and over again? Damien felt that something was up, but he did like how the boy kept whispering jokes at him and confiding stuff to him as if they already had been friends for years. Despite his nerves, the shy skater felt himself growing more at ease and opening up, even laughing and nudging back Jordan when he poked at him in a friendly way. The teacher had complained once about their behavior, but the boys just smiled at each other, as if harboring a secret, and they tried to stay quiet until the bell rang.
As they left class, Damien felt that foot tap his calf from behind once more. The skaterboy realized Jordan tapped people with his bare foot much the same as anyone else would tap another with their hand. It simply was more natural for him to do that. "Hey, dude, that was fun," the surfer drawled. "Say, could I get your number? Maybe we could hang sometimeÉ" Damien felt nervous and withdrawn again all of a sudden, and he blurted out, "Why?"
Jordan's open, happy face immediately fell, his gentle blue eyes turning downward. Idiot! Damien thought to himself. Why would he say such a hurtful thing? It just had been such a shock. "Uh, hey, sorry," Damien immediately apologized with a laugh. "Yeah, I'd like to hang out with you sometime." He gave Jordan his digits, and the smiling surfer reciprocated. "Cool!" said Jordan, giving the smaller boy a surprise hug before dashing down the hall to his next class, his tanned bare feet seeming to have a spring to them. What had he gotten himself intoÉ thought Damien.
Later, after school, Damien skated home and took care of his homework; there wasn't that much of it. He was prepared to settle back in his room for some gaming when his phone rang. Could it be? He picked up, hearing the happy, mellow voice of the surfer on the other end: "Hey, Damien, dude! You busy? I thought you might like a swim in our pool. My parents will be gone the rest of the dayÉ" The skater's heart started thumping again. How could he resist such an open invite? "Uh, yeah, sure, sounds fun! Let me just ask my parents." Of course, Damien's mom had no problem with it; she always had encouraged her loner son to make more friends, and so the nervous boy got his swim trunks and skated over to the given address, which just happened to be no more than a couple of blocks from his house. How lucky was that?
Damien arrived at the door, again feeling shy as hell as Jordan invited him in, the 6'4" hottie towering over the nearly foot shorter freshman. The barefoot surfer already had his shirt off, showing off a chiseled, darkly tanned chest with long, defined abs. He had a ring pierced through his belly button. "Hey, man, thanks for coming! Come on in and kick back!"
It didn't take all that long for Damien to get comfortable with his crush again, just as it had been in class. It seemed Jordan always did his best to put people at ease. He got a Mountain Dew for his classmate and they made their way out to the backyard pool. Jordan put on his sunglasses and stretched his lithe, model-perfect body onto a sun chair. Damien took a seat right by him, but Jordan once again stretched out a foot and rubbed it against his hairless lower leg, saying, "Come on, dude, take off those fucking shoes! Not allowed in this house." Despite his laugh, Jordan's hostility toward shoes was very apparent from the tone of his statement. Damien shrugged and kicked off his Vans and socks. He would have to change into his swimsuit anyway and would be getting in the pool soon.
As soon as Damien's feet were bare, Jordan seemed more at ease, scooting closer to rest his own magnificent feet right by the freshman's. Damien saw the contrast between his own smaller, paler, more delicate and almost feminine looking size 9 ? feet and the surfer's tanned, muscular, size 14s. "Cool, man," Jordan sighed. "You got some cute feet! You ever skate barefoot?" Damien shook his head, again feeling nervous, especially after his new friend had called his feet cute. "I gotta teach you then!" Jordan said. "It's totally gnarly!" He rose and stretched; Damien didn't want to look up at the surfer's sinewy muscle. He thought his stiffening cock might be all too apparent in his shorts. "So, you ready for a swim?"
Damien nodded. "Just got to change into my suit. Can I use your bathroom?"
Jordan laughed. "Sure, but you don't have to! I always swim butt naked; you can too if you want. Hope you don't mind, dudeÉ" Damien's heart felt stuck in his throat. Was this really happening? His mouth must have been open as he nodded that it was ok. "Sweet!" exulted Jordan as he dropped his shorts, exposing his long, semi-hard cock bobbing in the sunlight. Damien thought he must be drooling.
"Are you getting them off, dude?" Jordan again gestured with his foot. Slowly, as if he were in a fever dream, the young skater removed his cap from his black emo hair, peeled off his shirt and dropped his shorts, revealing every inch of his pale, skinny body. He was feeling totally self-conscious about himself at this moment, even though Jordan was doing his very best to make him feel at home. The surfer took off his sunglasses, his blue eyes glancing down at Damien's too-obvious hard-on, and he smirked. Fuck, he was busted! There was no way Jordan didn't know the little freshman was into him by now. Well, it should be ok, both of them were gay, after all; at least Damien hoped the rumor was true, but the subject had gone unaddressed, and it didn't make the awkward situation any easier.
They dove into the warm water, enjoying wading for a while, while Jordan took a lap and swam back toward his new friend, again rubbing a friendly foot on Damien from underwater. He smiled at Damien, his wet, blonde hair, now out of its ponytail, framed around his cute face down to past his shoulders. "So, dude, you're into guys, right?" said Jordan, as if it was a normal icebreaker. There it was, just like that, but Damien saw no reason to lie to someone who had been so inviting to him so far.
"Yeah, I guess, kinda just realized it this year. I hear you're gay, too?"
Jordan nodded, smiling, to Damien's immense relief, raising some hope in his heart. "Yeah, I've kinda known since I was a kid, though," the surfer admitted. There was an awkward silence between them for a minute, neither seeming to know where to go with this. Finally, Jordan drew himself closer, rubbing a big hand onto Damien's bare shoulder. "It's cool we're able to get together like this," he whispered. "There's not too many like us at school, at least not open, and those that are are a bit too girly for my tasteÉ"
Damien felt himself tremble a little more, but he put it down to the cool air evaporating the water off his bare body. He could see through the rippling water that their stiff members were no more than an inch away from each other, Jordan's obviously looking so much bigger erect. Damien tried not to think about it, trying just to focus on their conversation. "So, do you have any friends, a boyfriend?" Damien thought to ask.
Jordan shook his head sadly. "Not really. I got some bros I surf and skate with, but they don't really want to hang after. I had a boyfriend for a while when I was a freshman, but he blew me off after a few weeks."
"You mind if I ask why?" timidly asked the skaterboy. "I mean, I think you're hotÉ" Damien could just slap himself. Why did he have to go ahead and say that?
But Jordan just smiled. "Thanks, dude. I think you are, too!" Damien blushed, but Jordan still tried to answer his question: "I guess when it comes down to it, I'm a little weirdÉ"
"You mean cause of the barefoot stuff?" queried Damien.
Jordan turned up his lip, considering. "Nah, that's not it. The dudes on the beach are cool with it, the skaters like the way I can barefoot, too, but then I go open my mouth and say some weird shit. I guess I don't think like other guys my age. My boyfriend thought it was weird too; we didn't get any further than a few blowjobs before he left meÉ"
"Weird shit? Like what?" Damien was now very interested, his nervousness over the closeness of their naked bodies set aside.
"I dunno, man, sometimes I like to think about dragons and zombies and vampires and shit. Well, that's kinda normal compared to a lot of what goes through my head every day! You'll probably get tired of it, tooÉ"
Damien smiled warmly: "No, I'd really like to hear about it. I'm into all that stuff, probably a lot of other weird stuff as well!" That almost sounded kinky, he thought.
Jordan smiled widely. "Cool! Hey, you wanna come up to my room after we swim. I can show you some stuffÉ" How could Damien say no to that?
After splashing around a bit in the pool, the two boys decided to go up to Jordan's room. After toweling off, the tall surfer gestured for Damien to join him in the house. Damien was confused at first, as the surfer didn't bother to put on any clothes, and Damien, though feeling very awkward again, decided he had to play it cool as well, padding barefoot and naked into the house and up to Jordan's room. Damien felt his cock bobbing stiffer, rising higher toward his flat lower tummy, as he watched Jordan's bare rump flexing as the nude boy ascended the stairs.
It wasn't until a few hours later, as Damien lay in Jordan's bed in a dazed stupor, his virginity just taken by the cool barefoot surfer dude, that he could recall the moments leading up to the amazing event. He could hardly believe it had happened, the whole thing having gone by in sort of a blur or a dream-like state, but the pleasant ache in his butt from where Jordan had plowed his thick, long member served as a constant reminder that it had been very, very real.
They had been sitting, still naked of course, on the bed, Jordan glancing over at Damien's stiff cock standing firmly against his tight stomach. There was no point in hiding it, and Damien prayed that his new friend would be cool with it, pretty much expecting that from a dude who strutted around so casually nude. Jordan's blue eyes flashed as he gazed at the little skater's member, and he sighed, "You got a nice one, dude! Just the right fitÉ" Damien didn't know what that meant. They'd been going through Jordan's collection of books and comic books, some he'd never heard of, all about vampires and zombies and ghouls, weird creatures that came out of his nightmares, but the emo boy thought it all was so cool and so unexpected from a happy, sunny surfer dude like Jordan. He also had a lot of materials on metaphysical stuff, spirituality, yogaÉ stuff more expected from a hippie surfer, a small statue of the Buddha right next to his bed. The skater glanced at the pinups of boys from teen girl magazines on his walls, something he'd never dare to do to his own room, and Damien figured his parents must be cool with his sexuality.
Jordan took the initiative, seeing a bit of sticky precum matting Damien's cock to his belly, something which even the little skater might not have noticed, as engrossed as he was by this one comic book, and the surfer scooted further onto his bed and pulled Damien into his embrace. Damien momentarily squirmed but then relaxed into Jordan's big, comforting hands, the surfer's long fingers massaging his skinny, pale arms. "So, like I said, except for a few bjs, I've never done nothing, dude. It sucksÉ"
Damien remembered that topic, only now fully realizing that this hot-as-fuck 16 year-old was claiming to be just as much a virgin as the shy skaterboy. Well, almost, for Damien hadn't even touched a boy before this day, let alone gotten blown by one, so Jordan had him on that. But why was he bringing this up now? Was something about to happen between them? Oh, yes, yes, please, I need it! Damien suddenly found himself thinking, to his embarrassment. In response to his need, the precum started flowing again, and Jordan tenderly began massaging his cock, spreading the glistening liquid over the head, causing Damien to shudder and moan. Yes, this was happeningÉ "You, you want me?" Damien found himself asking, in disbelief.
Jordan slowly nodded, his large blue eyes full of both sadness and yearning. "Yeah, dude, who wouldn't? You're so cute, and nice, and you like the same shit I doÉ Plus we're both kinda new to this. I've always wanted to try taking it up my butt, nothing too big, and I think yours is perfectÉ" Damien's sex suddenly lurched in Jordan's hand upon hearing this, his cock grown even stiffer, as if it unconsciously wanted that butt as well. This was so unexpected: Damien obviously had thought the taller, bigger dude would want to top him, but the idea of getting to thrust into that perfect, toned rear was starting to drive the skaterboy wild. Maybe there was more top in him than he thought!
"Um, ok!" Damien gasped out.
"Sweet!" Jordan smiled, showing off those bright choppers, his hand still massaging the incredibly stiff cock that he wanted inside him right away. "And after, if you're cool with it, I can do you too, k?"
Damien nodded rapidly. That's all he wanted in the whole world!
And that had opened the floodgates. The next few hours went by in a blur, as they gave in to their hormones and just let their fantasies loose, finally letting themselves be the weird kids they were at heart. The little skaterboy had turned into a total dominant top, the tall, well-muscled surfer beneath him into his bottom boytoy, as Damien thrust and thrust and thrust into that perfect rear, feeling the butt flex back to meet him, causing them both to moan. Jordan thrashed around on the bed, kicking his long legs in the air, pushing at Damien's behind with his big feet to encourage him to plow deeper. "Do me! Do me! Do me, dude!" Jordan kept moaning, working himself into a frenzy. Jordan then started meowing, even whinnying like a horse at some point, all his silly craziness coming out. But far from turning off Damien, he was loving it, kicking his desire into overdrive. "Yeah, be a weirdo, dude! God, yes!"
The room seemed to be whirling around Damien as he came, spurting violently into Jordan's insides, releasing eons of repression along with his seed. Damien moaned in sweet release, but it was by no means over. The tired boy let Jordan take over, as the surfer flipped the smaller boy onto his stomach, licking up and down his entire body, from those cute feet onto his back and neck. Damien moaned into the sheets, feeling so much love and need radiating off his cool new friend, or perhaps boyfriend at this point. Jordan would be an animal, nipping and biting as he ground into Damien's butt, driving himself in expertly without causing any damage, still managing to be delicate with the boy's insides and applying lube when necessary to get himself further inside. Damien trembled and felt the ecstasy rising within him as he allowed in nearly all of the thick, long 8 inches, crying out, "Please, be inside me forever, dude!"
Jordan moaned back, "I'm not going nowhere, babe. Just enjoyÉI love youÉ" He sealed his sculpted bare chest to Damien's lithely muscled pale back as he delivered his final thrusts, moaning as he, too, achieved his long-desired release, the loose strands of his long, blonde hair falling into Damien's face. The dark-haired boy enjoyed the feeling of the sweet-smelling hair falling around his face. "I love you, tooÉ" he purred back at the surfer topping him, as he collapsed onto the sheets, totally spent.
"Wow, fucking awesome, man!" Jordan exulted as he stretched every tired, well-worked muscle onto the bed, still managing to stroke his new boy's legs with his big feet. Damien looked over at his obsession, the lover who had taken his virginity, as Damien had for him as well, seeing the glow of satisfaction and love within his tired blue eyes. Within minutes, Jordan had fallen asleep, napping pleasantly, his foot still twitching between Damien's legs, while the skaterboy, feeling that beautiful ache within his butt, soon slipped into dreamland as well. It had been the best day of his life.
But the beautiful time was by no means over. Although they had pledged love to each other, Damien suspected that it might just have been in the heat of the moment, so he prepared for disappointment. But when he showed up for school the next day, finding his new lover skateboarding barefoot as usual in front of the building, Jordan had insisted they hold hands as they entered together, kissing each other tenderly, making sure everyone knew they were now a couple. Of course, there was further isolation, from disgusted students as well as teachers and parents, but Damien didn't give a fuck. He and Jordan were happy. Over time, his confidence growing, the skaterboy became less shy, his disposition sunnier and more comical under his boyfriend's influence. Still, during those first few years, Damien was afraid Jordan eventually would find a new love and leave him, but it became ever clearer as time passed that the two boys were meant for each other, no one else getting their weirdness, no one else in perfect synch as they were. They could romp naked when no one was home, make animal noises, play vampire as they bit each other, sometimes even drawing a little blood, but nothing serious. They would get into even weirder, kinkier stuff, which can't be related here, but that was their own business. They knew no one else would understand, and that was perfectly ok.
Things did become a little more difficult after Jordan turned 18, making their relationship technically illegal for a while, but they could be discreet and lay low when required. Jordan's going away to college might have been another sticky point, but the boys remained loyal, Damien finding plenty of opportunities to visit and keep their bond going strong. And after Damien turned 18, Jordan did as he always had intended, but instead of going down on his knees, he placed his tanned bare feet on Damien's, pulling them close, Jordan's sweet breath in his lover's face as he asked the boy to marry him.
And so, ten years after they met, the couple remains happy. They still don't have very many friends, too many finding their individualistic streaks too offputting, but the surfer and skater don't give a fuck, as their wedding picture constantly reminds everyone, showing two well-dressed but barefoot youths, showing off their rings as they stick out their tongues at the camera. No more a shy guy, Damien has the love of his life, although Jordan would always say that it was he, the barefoot boy, who fell in love first.