Mike's Nikes
by Nike Lover

While attending college in a small Oregon city, I developed a crush, of
sorts, on a member of our school's football team. His name was Mike, and,
actually, I fell in love with his shoes before I even knew his name.
This was in the late 1980's and he wore around campus the hottest shoes of
the era, a pair of leather Nike Field Generals. They were slightly worn and
the leather looked perfectly soft. These are the shoes with the black rubber
bottom and small knobbily cleats. His shoes were all leather with a
matching white swoosh. When I first saw him wearing them I followed him all
the way back to his dorm, secretly rubbing the head of my erect cock with
the hand in my jeans pocket. I wanted so bad to get those shoes to myself,
and I wouldn't mind getting to spend some time alone with him as well! But,
he was on the football squad and with his muscular build and handsome face
and body, I resigned myself to fantisize and masterbate into my own Nike
Pegasas running shoes, pretending that they were his.
I'd catch glimpses of him from time to time--at football practice, in the
cafeteria, walking to classes--but was too shy to do anything but stare at
his shoes.

Then, as if answering all of my wishes, I learned that he would be attending
the same month-long class that I would be attending! This particular
history class was open to only about 15 students and met in a small hotel
restaurant just after they closed for breakfast. I was certain to be early
that first day, and when I saw Mike enter, I followed and casually sat in
the seat beside him. This was my dream, to be sitting next to this stud and
his Nike's! This would provide me with months of jerk-off memories!...But,
I had no idea what would happen next...

Over the next couple of days, his shoes began sliding up next to mine, every
now and again. And not, it seemed, by accident, but it actually felt like he
was rubbing his nike's against mine. We didn't speak or even look at each
other, but slowly began to press and move our feet against each other's
beneath the classroom table. Now it became apparent that this was no
accident. He was rubbing his Field Generals against my Nike Air Pegasas,
and I was rubbing back. Just before class was dismissed, he "dropped" his
pencil underneath the table and while searching for it, he grabbed the tip
of my right shoe and gave my toes a firm squeeze! The next day, I returned
the squeeze and, for the first time, felt the soft leather of the shoes and
the wiggling toes of the man I had been thinking about while jerking-off for
the past several months.

Two nights later, on his dorm room bed, he took pulled my foot to his mouth
and began licking my nikes. First the leather at the tip, then along the
sides, and finally he began licking the bottom. At the same time his hand
pulled my other foot to his crotch and he began to rub my shoe against the
huge and hard dick growing beneath his Levi's. Then, looking at me, he
dropped my feet and handed me his. I pressed the bottom of his shoe against
my dick as he rubbed it hard against my jeans. I then grabbed his other
foot and shoved it in my mouth as deep as I could. Feeling the knobby
little cleats with my tongue, I licked the shoe like a fat man would an
ice-cream cone in August. Licking all of the leather, the shoe strings, his
sweat socks, I wanted this monent to last forever!

Finally, he pulled off his shoes and told me to shoot my load into them. I
wanted to cum so badly that I pulled down my jeans and slid his moist sweaty
nike over my cock. While humping the shoe, he shoved the other one in my
mouth and after I had licked it, he rubbed it over my lips and face. I had
the hardest, longest, and greatest orgasm in my life, cumming into his
shoes.

As I caught my breath, he pulled off his jeans. His rock hard cock was
huge! Really! I wanted to swallow it right then, but he insisted on my
shoes. After licking them, he too humped on of my shoes while I fed him the
other. After a few minutes of watching his dick and my sneakers, my dick
was as hard as ever. As he was getting close, he took one of his Field
Generals and shoved the tip of it against his ass. While fucking my shoe
with one hand, he was sitting down on the side of his shoe and forcing it
hard against his ass. With a scream he came into my nikes and fell back on
the bed. Jerking off again, I came once more, almost simultaneoulsy with
him, but this time I shot my Waud on the top of his other shoe.

As I lay on the floor beside his bed, I licked my own cum off his Nikes. We
both fell asleep for a couple of hours--he with my shoes on his chest and
stomach; me with one of his shoes against my cheek and lips. It was akward
when we awoke. We got dressed and made some sort of promise to exchange
shoes someday. We never did. We never talked to each other again and he
never sat next to me anymore. But I still have the pair of shoes he came in
and I remember that exciting night and the fun we had and I still get
excited every time I think about it.

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