Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 21:04:34 EST
From: SweetFeet2674@aol.com AND RoguePhoebus@aol.com
Subject: Shoes Make the Feet

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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