It was in the summer of 2000 that it happened.
I'm 22 and I work first shift at a retail clothing store in the mall near my house. I hate getting up in the morning!
The store I work in is centered towards "cutting edge" rave style / alternative oriented clothes. The only perk is a 50% discount off anything in the place. Jeans, T-shirts, hats, jewelry, but most of all....shoes! I love shoes! Not as much as the feet that fill them, but the shoes make the feet. You need to have a nice pair of sneaks or boots or sandals to catch my attention. I mean I love to see a hot guy who takes pride in dressing his dogs.
Last Tuesday I woke earlier than normal. The sun was blaring through my window as usual, but there was a shadow moving on my wall. I jumped up and slid the blinds aside to see what it was. Turned out we had new neighbors moving in. To my surprise the shadow was created by the kid moving in next door, roughly my age and cute as hell. He had to be about 5'10" 160 lb., shaved light brown hair with a tight body that showed through his practically skin-tight Tshirt, and the jeans he was sporting showed off a nice round ass....mmmm, I was excited!
I quickly got up and showered, dressed and hurried outside on my way to work. As I walked out the door and down the front porch, the new kid caught my eye, so I waved. He then dropped what he was doing and ran over.
"Hey, how's it goin', dude?" He asked.
"Not much, I'd offer my help if I didn't have to go to work." I replied.
"That's cool, so I hope we didn't wake you with all the noise." He sounded so cute and he was still trying to catch his breath.
"No not at all, but I woke up to your shadow dancin' on my wall." He had this amazing laugh with the most incredible smile I have ever seen. Without knowing what to say next and to avoid any prolonged eye contact, I instinctively glared down to size up the shoe situation and found that he was wearing old worn out Adidas soccer sneakers. Nice shoes, just worn and used.
"Where do you work lookin' like that? I mean, all dressed up like that, not that you look bad or anything..." I knew what he meant, I had on black cargo pants, raver sneakers and a stylish button up the front club shirt, but it was funny listening to him stumble.
"I work at a clothing store at the mall. You should come in sometime, you look like you could use a new pair of sneakers and I can get you a good discount." I had to say something, he was too cute and I knew he had some gems hidden behind those old shoes. The only things was, I suddenly realized that it must have seemed weird to first meet someone and one of the first things they do is mention something about your footwear. I suddenly became self- conscious.
He smirked and said, "Yea these old things got to go, maybe I'll take you up on that offer. But, umm, I got to go, so I'll be seeing you around."
"Yea, I really have to get to work. Nice meeting you....." I said with a question in my voice.
"I'm sorry, my name's Steve." He stated.
"Steve, my name's Alex, nice to meet you." I stated as I extended out my hand. "I guess I'll see you around." He shook my hand and walked off, so I jumped in my car and went into work.
I couldn't get Steve off my mind all day. I kept picturing him lifting his furniture and boxes and, oh yeah...him in those shoes. His smile and that laugh just ran through me like hot chocolate. Ugh! I might just actually turn into a peeping-Tom!
It was just about time to clock out and go home when Steve came walking in the store. A smile instantly planted itself on my face and I headed towards him.
"Anything I can help you with Sir?" I said sarcastically.
"Yea, someone said they think I could use a new pair of sneakers. I guess these just aren't doin' it anymore." He looked down at his feet and my eyes followed.
"Sir, if I may say so, they definitely do look used. Are you lookin' for anything in particular today, Sir?" Still in work mode and still sort of sarcastic, but somewhat forgetting he's my new neighbor and not just another customer.
"Not really, you got any suggestions?" He smiled again which made me realize I was smiling as well. Actually, I don't think I stopped smiling since he walked in. No need to punch out just yet, I'll be damned if I'm gonna let someone else take care of him. I took him over to the shoe department and asked him to sit down and take off his shoes. I grabbed a pair of Adidas and headed back to where he was sitting.
"Let's see how these look. You're a size 9 and a half, right?" I asked.
"Wow, yea, how did you know that?" He said, confused with a smile.
"I have sort of a knack for guessing shoe sizes. I get great commission that way." He had pure white socks on and his feet were nice. I grabbed a stool and sat it in front of his chair, took out one of the Adidas and motioned for him to hand me his foot. My heart was racing. I wanted to lift it to my face and take in a whiff, but all I could do was fantasize about its smell and the taste. I wrapped my hand around the back of his heal and slid the sneaker over his toes and then slid it on. He set his foot on the slant of the stool between my legs and the beat of my heart pounded in my ears. I felt the beat in my crotch and I started to swell. I laced him up, gave his foot a squeeze, felt for the toe and told him to stand and walk in it for a minute to see how they felt.
"Nice, I like these. You're good. I love Adidas." He sat back down and placed his foot between my legs again and made me take the shoe off. Again I grabbed at his heal and slid the shoe off. I felt like I was in heaven holding his foot.
"Will that be it today, Sir?" I questioned.
"Yeah, you're perfect!" He smiled. "You definitely have a knack."
I gave him a smile and tossed the shoes in their boxes and told him to wait for me to come back. I ran to the backroom and packed the Adidas up and brought him to the register where I rang him out with a sizable discount.
"Thanks man." He said. "That's really cool. My feet are killin' me, what are you doin' after you get off work?"
"Actually I'm already off the clock. I'm heading home now, would you wanna hangout at my house, maybe play some Playstation or something? I know you got to be tired after movin' all day and I figure you don't wanna be on your feet anymore." Mmm, his feet. The image of him hanging out in my room, probably with no shoes on filled me with joy.
"Sounds cool, but if I go home to take a shower, I'll probably end up crashin' for a while." He stated exhausted.
"Hell, it ain't like you stink, you came all the way out to the mall without a shower...but it's up to you. I'm goin' home now." Obviously I was trying to convince him to skip the shower and let me enjoy the sweet smell of his tired body. Not that he reeked, he looked like the type of person who just couldn't reek.
"Fuck it, I'll just take one later...I'll meet you at your house."
"Cool, I'm leavin' now." I said with a smile and ran to get my things.
When I got home he was sitting on my front stairs. We walked in and headed to my room.
"Is anyone home?" He asked.
"Nope, my Mom's at work until late tonight and my Dad's off on a business trip somewhere."
"Hey, what happened to calling me Sir? I liked that." He chuckled a little and I laughed.
"I'm sorry Sir, this way please. Just follow me." We got in my room and I tossed my backpack on the floor and took my shoes off.
"Mind if I change Sir?" I asked.
"No, go ahead. I'm just gonna take my shoes off." He walked across the room and sat at the edge of my bed.
"Be my guest, Sir." I couldn't help but smile. I liked playing around and calling him sir and I was more than happy to allow him to take off whatever he wanted to take off! "They must be killing you. You looked like you have been walking on them for a week straight." I was now at the closet taking off my work shirt and putting on a T-shirt.
"Yea they are." He stated. "They could use a good massage."
"You want one?" I begged. "I mean...I feel bad for ya', Sir. I know what it's like to be on your feet all day."
"Would you really?" He smiled which sent me over the edge! God I wanted him!
"Sure. I've had practice. When I was younger, I had to stay at my Aunt and Uncle's for a few months while my parents went to Europe. Anyway, my Uncle always wanted a foot massage when we watched TV, it was weird, but not really that bad, you know?" I sat at the other end of the bed and took his foot in my hand and he laid back. I worked my thumbs over his hard heal and passed the arch to the base of the toes. "First thing I learned is; you really can't massage a foot with socks on." I stated as I slid his socks off. He wasn't looking so I caught a deep inhale of one of the socks and almost melted. Heaven!
We bullshitted about where he was from and why they moved here all while I massaged his feet. What I noticed next was his crotch. He was hard. I saw his cock throbbing in his jeans as I stroked his feet. I was already hard as a rock and ready to explode! I leaned in and licked the entire arch of his sole and he moaned quietly without saying a word. He grabbed his cock from outside his jeans and squeezed it fiercely so I began to suck his toes. His feet had a wonderful smell and tasted salty but great! I now had one of his feet in my mouth, the other I placed between my legs and he began to rub it across my rock hard cock. I couldn't take it!! His feet tasted heavenly and felt amazing against my lips and tongue. I couldn't imagine going on a minute more so I jump on him ripped his jeans open and tore into his underwear. He was hard as hell and the heat that came barreling out of his crotch was overwhelming. I shoved his cock in my mouth and began to suck tightly. He was now moaning loudly.
"Oh my God...YESS!!!!" He stuttered. "Oh fuuuck, suck my cock!!" He grabbed the back of my head and started massaging his fingers through my hair as I swallowed his dick.
I took off my pants and started jerking off.
"Lay on your side!" He ordered.
"Yes Sir." I replied willingly. I figured he was headed for a 69, but instead he grabbed one of my feet, tore off my sock and proceeded to suck on my toes while massaging the base of the arch. He took my cock in his other hand and began to jerk me off. The feeling of his hot, moist mouth rapped around my foot was monumental. I sucked feverishly and hungered for his cum. I felt him swell between my lips, so I started to work a little harder. He laid on his back so I pulled him back into me and began to work his cream out. His load came abruptly and it in an enormous abundance. I swallowed every drop. As the last few squirts hit the back of my throat, I felt myself begin to explode. I continued to suck his cock like a bottle as I came all over his chest.
Fifteen minutes later, the first words were spoken.
"You are fucking amazing!" Steve mumbled. "Wow, I am so glad we chose to move next-door!" He offered a short chuckle.
"Thank you Sir, I had a great incentive." I muttered. "You have the most amazing feet and body I have ever seen." I was stunned and amazed, but completely tranquil, so I leaned in and kissed him passionately. He placed a hand behind my head and wrestled my tongue with his.
I woke 2 hours later, lying on his chest with his arms engulfing me. I became instantly excited and so I decided to wake him up the best way I could think of....but that's another story...
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