Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2007 19:37:28 -0800 (PST)
From: c r <soccerstud217@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sneaker Story

Zach and Matt had met in grade school when Matt's family moved to a new
neighborhood.  As they were the same age, born only 3 days apart, the two
boys had become fast friends.  They did everything together growing up --
riding bikes, playing soccer, walking to school, hanging out at each
other's house to watch a scary movie and sleep over.

Over the years, the boys had become two of the best soccer players in the
district.  They were each varsity starters through high school, and now in
their senior year, Zach was named captain and Matt was his assistant
captain.  As their skills on the field had developed, so had their bodies.
Both were athleticly built, with strong muscular legs and defined torsos.
Zach was 5'10" and 170 pounds, only 1 inch taller and 5 pounds more than
his friend Matt.  They both had dark brown eyes and short spikey hair, with
well-groomed goatees and tans from their summer days spent lounging at
Zach's pool.

Practice had run long and the warm September evening had grown into pitch
darkness as the boys collected their soccer balls, cleats, shin pads and
socks and piled them into Zach's new truck he had gotten last month for his
18th birthday.  The two were often the last to leave the field, staying
late to work on strategies and a bit of extra conditioning.  Sweaty and hot
from their run, Zach took off his Nike Shox and no-show ankle socks.  The
truck cab quickly filled with the scent of sweat that eminated from Zach's
size 11 feet.  He stretched and cracked his toes and slipped his feet into
his black adidas slides.  Matt slid off his New Balance 476s and stretched
his bare feet, also size 11, as Zach pulled out of the parking lot.

Matt absentmindly rubbed his bare left foot against his hairy right calf.
He loved the feel of the hair running through his toes and along his soles.
Pulling his knees up to his chest, he rubbed his soft, sweaty feet with his
hands, paying close attention to his high arch.  It felt so good that he
barely heard Zach ask him a question.

"Dude, do you want to just come over to watch a movie tonight?  You can
shower at my place and toss on some of my clothes.  I forgot we have an
in-service day tomorrow," Zach said.

Matt jumped at the opportunity to spend the evening at Zach's.  They always
had a good time, and he didn't feel like going home anyway.  A quick call
to his folks confirmed it was OK.

"We're set," Matt said.

"Cool.  I got a few DVDs for my birthday, so we can watch those," Zach
replied.

"Sounds good."

Zach parked the truck in the driveway and opened the garage door.  The two
boys headed to Zach's bedroom -- which was the converted basement, complete
with a bathroom and shower -- and they tossed their bags down on the floor.
As Zach went upstairs to get them some drinks, Matt laid down and stretched
on the floor.  Matt's head rested on his friend's bag, and he smelled the
strong scent of Zach's cleats and Shox.  His dick immediately swelled, and
he tugged it out of his jock.  Matt reached in and pulled out Zach's Nike
Shox and brought them up to his face.  He sniffed the opening with deep
heaving breaths.  He tentatively stuck his tongue out and touched it to the
rim, still warm with sweat from their run.  He licked around the rim and
down the back of the sneaker, working his way along the side swoosh to the
toes.  He gently bit on the toes of his bud's Shox.  His cock was leaking
all over his soccer shorts as he gently pulled on it.

Matt lusted over his friend's shoes.  He pulled out the matching sneaker
and worked on it, too, inhaling the strong scent of Zach's feet.  Knowing
Zach would soon return, he slipped on the Shox.  The feeling of the warm,
sweaty shoes on his bare feet was intense.  It was all he could do to
contain his raging boner.

"Here you go buddy, two Cokes and a pizza fresh from the oven.  Mom left it
in the kitchen for us tonight!"

The two boys scarfed down the food and drink and relaxed on the floor a
bit.  Zach looked down and noticed that Matt had on his Nike Shox.  He
couldn't help but think that he looked damn hot in them, too!  His bare
boney ankles showed perfectly out of the tops of them, and they showed off
his hairy calves.  Zach's dick twitched at the sight.

"You enjoying my Shox, man?"

Matt blushed slightly at the comment, but realized how good his feet felt
in them.  They had started to warm up and he could feel Zach's sweat mix
with his own.

"Hell yeah, man.  These are the hottest shoes I've seen," Matt replied.
"They feel great on my bare feet."

"I know.  I wear them like that all the time.  Your feet look really hot in
them.

Matt's dick hardened at the thought of Zach's bare feet in the same
sneakers he was now wearing.

"Can I try on your New Balance?" Zach asked.

Matt dug out his 476s from his bag and handed them to Zach.  After giving a
good sniff to them, he slipped them onto his feet.  They instantly began to
warm up and sweat.  Zach's dick hardened, and he adjusted it in his jock.

"Damn, now those are the hottest sneaks around," Matt said to his friend,
"since they're on your feet, dude."

Zach blused.  "Thanks, Matt."

Matt scooted over to sit across from Zach.  The two boys placed the bottoms
of sneaked feet against the other and gently pressed them together.  They
continued pressing harder, as their well-conditioned legs fought for
dominance.  Eventually, Matt relented and Zach's foot came down on his own.
Zach quickly grabbed his friend's ankles and held them down.  He pulled
Matt's Shox-covered feet up to his face and deeply inhaled them.  He licked
and sucked at his own sneakers on his buddy's feet.  He licked Matt's
ankles and slowly slid off both shoes.  Zach ran his tongue along Matt's
soles, from the heel, across his high arches, to his toes, each of which he
sucked and held in his hot mouth.

"Oh my god, Zach, that feels incredible!"

"It tastes incredible, too, man.  Your feet are so soft and sweaty, I can't
take it!"

Zach slipped off his soccer shorts and tee, leaving him only in his jock
and Matt's NB 476s.  He tugged at his raging hard cock, pressing Matt's
saliva-covered bare foot against it.

"Mmmm..." was all the two boys could manage to say.

Matt slid around so they were laying head to foot.  He grabbed Zach's feet
and brought them to his face, smelling and licking his own NBs.  He sucked
lightly at the rim of the sneaks, gently licking Zach's exposed ankles.
Zach moaned in pleasure.  The feelings were intense as Zach continued to
suck his buddy's bare toes, snaking his tongue in between each.  Matt slid
the NBs off of Zach, exposing his perfectly shaped feet with their great
arches and smooth skin.  He pressed them to his face.  The warm soles felt
great on his cheeks, and he quickly brought them to his mouth.  The two
boys toe sucked in a 69 position for what seemed like hours.  Matt stopped
only long enough to slip off his clothes, and Zach removed his jock.

The two naked soccer jocks continued to pleasure each other's
feet... rubbing, licking, sucking, sniffing.  Their hard cocks ached to be
released.  Matt grabbed his buddy's dick and stroked hard.  Zach returned
the favor and the two friends moaned with pleasure.  When Zach was close,
he turned around and grabbed Matt's bare feet.  Holding his ankles with one
hand, Zach shot his huge load directly on Matt's feet, wathcing the cum
ooze down his ankles and arches.  That was all it took and soon Matt was
shooting his spunk onto Zach's exposed feet, along the tops and down to the
toes.  The boys turned again to lick each other's feet clean.  The taste of
their own cum mixed with their foot scent was incredible.

"Zach, that was fantastic.  I didn't know you were into feet like that."

"Hell yeah, man.  I've dreamed of doing that with you for a long time now.
You have such sexy feet and great sneaks!"

"Same to you, bud!  Let's get cleaned up and head to bed."

They jumped into the shower, washing each other and massaging their tired
feet.  When they returned, they got into the bed, again head to foot, and
drifted off to sleep.

The end.