The Gym Shoe Diaries
by minomalo@netscape.com
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Damn,
had I hit the jackpot! That Saturday evening was just one of those
magical nights out where everything just sort of falls into place.
I wanted to go party, and my favorite and most fun friends were
available. The weather was great, we looked good…it was ON!
I hadn’t gone out with the intention of meeting anyone. Actually,
I hadn’t gotten together with anybody in a while, since my
job was keeping me pretty occupied. Sure, I was still an incredibly
horny fucker, but adult responsibilities came first.
That night, totally by chance, I hooked up with Josh. Waiting to
order drinks from the bartender, we half-heartedly started chatting,
and within and hour I was inviting him to my place.
Josh: A 28-year-old website designer, with a nice body. He was originally
from Nebraska, and it showed—a sturdy, corn-fed 5’11”
frame, worked out nicely, a light-brown flattop, and impressive
size 12 feet in Sketchers tennis shoes. He had an easy, deep laugh,
and an overall look that said “Wally Cleaver on the streets,
nasty freak in the sheets.”
No, I won’t lie. Besides being an absolute foot connoisseur,
I was driven wild by average-height guys with oversize feet. The
slightly out-of-proportion look always caught my attention. It almost
always meant they were well-hung, and hey, if they weren’t,
at least you had the big feet!
Long story short, Josh fucked the hell out of me that night-and
in the morning. He must have shot inside me four times, and I wasn’t
complaining. I had checked out his feet when we were ripping each
other’s clothes off, and I almost melted. Perfect, wide, and
pink, with closely trimmed nails, and two or three hairs on the
top of each toe.
As I had done many times in the past, I debated going down on those
luscious feet. I nearly trembled at the thought of running my tongue
all over those fleshy soles and between those perfect toes.
But Josh just didn’t seem into it. Besides, before I could
act, his spit-lubed cock was pressing against my hole, and I had
to put my foot fantasies on hold. But only for a while. Josh left
at eight in the morning, after another fuck session (what a beautiful
way to start your day!). He carefully filled out the back of his
business card before he left, insisting that he wanted to hook up
again soon. Oh, he didn’t have to worry about that!
All day at work that day, I replayed our hot sexual encounters in
my mind, popping a chub more than once. The sex had been so incredible,
but only one thing was missing. Those incredible feet!
While feeling his hot cock exploding inside of me had been out-of-this-world,
I knew that during our next encounter, I’d have to go wild
below his ankles.
Sure enough, Josh called two days later, in the afternoon. We chatted
a bit, and decided to hook up that evening.
He casually mentioned that he’d drop by after going to the
gym.
“Oh, so you’ll be coming straight from the gym?”
I asked. “Yeah, why, is that a problem?” he responded.
I thought fast. “No, not at all” I said, with a nervous
chuckle.
It was now or never. “Um, Josh, can I ask you for a favor…it’s
a bit ‘out there’, I know…”
“Sure, buddy… What is it?”
“Um, when you go work out this evening…can you…not
wear socks?”
“Not wear socks with my tennis shoes?” he asked.
I stayed silent. Here it comes, I thought. He’s going to think
I’m some sort of pervert and hang up.
Then his voice changed to a naughty purr. “Sure, buddy. If
that’s what you’re in to. You got it. No socks. I’ll
see you at seven”.
As I hung up, my pulse was racing. Oh God, I really asked him to
do it…and he said yes!
You see, that had been a fantasy of mine for quite a while. Ever
since I noticed that guys at my gym started to work out sockless
(I never did figure out what started the craze), I wanted to have
an encounter with one after a long, sweaty session. Yes, more than
once I had “accidentally” walked through the locker
room as one of the sockless studs was pulling off his tennis shoes,
to cruise those meaty, sweat-drenched feet. I never managed to get
close enough to get a whiff, for fear of getting punched or expelled
from the gym, even though I often considered snatching one of their
shoes as a souvenir, so I had to imagine. Now, I was going to live
out my fantasy right in my own house!
The hardest part of the afternoon was not touching my cock, which
seemed to spring to attention every few minutes with the mental
images of what I had planned for Josh.
At seven on the dot, my doorbell rang. Trying to be cool, I opened
the door.
There stood Josh, straight from the workout. He had on a B.U.M.
equipment tank top and black cotton shorts. He still had a tiny
bit of a sweaty glow about him. And, as I casually looked down,
I saw he had fulfilled my request. His lightly-hairy calves disappeared
uninterrupted into his gray-and-white Addidas,
As he came in, I went to ask him if he wanted something to drink.
However, he plunged his tongue down my throat, killing the question
before I could ask it.
Oh God, this was going to be incredible, I thought! He pushed me
toward my bedroom. Once we got there, still dressed, he spun me
around and pushed his rock-hard cock against the back of my pants.
“I am going to fuck you so hard”, he stated lustily.
I heard him slip his tank top off in one quick motion. Finally,
the musky-sweet scent of a stud fresh from a workout hit my nose.
He kept grinding up and down against my ass.
Yes, I needed that cock inside me—and soon. But first…
“Hey, Josh, sit down”, I said. He half-fell into a sitting
position on the bed.
I dropped to my knees. “Oh, yeah, that’s right, this
is what you’re in to”, he chuckled. Slightly shaking,
I went first for his right shoe. I undid the laces and tugged. The
sneaker slid off fairly quickly, exposing that big, stunning, pink
foot that I remembered. Actually, it seemed hotter than before!
He had had his laces tied so tightly that the tongue of the shoe
left a definite rectangular imprint on the top of his foot.
Oh, and the smell! It was that heavy, musky male foot smell that
only we foot fanciers can appreciate. For a few seconds I just inhaled
as deeply as I could. I breathed so deeply that I actually got light-headed.
I was lost in ecstasy for a moment, smelling that odor and looking
at that beefy, perfect foot just inches from my face. “Lick
it”, I heard Josh say. “Go ahead, you pig. It’s
what you want. Lick my big, sweaty feet until they’re clean.
And don’t stop until I say so.”
God, he was getting in to this! I lifted his foot to my mouth, and
rubbed the entire sole along my face, heel to toe, gasping in the
otherworldly cheesy odor. Then I feasted, hungrily devouring each
toe and darting my tongue in between them. Before I could reach
down again, Josh had roughly slipped off his still-tied right shoe,
and offered its sole up to my face. Just in time, too, because the
left foot now only tasted of my saliva. I gave it the same, starved
treatment. Along with the clammy sweat was plenty of shredded cotton
from the insole of his shoe, which I licked and swallowed hungrily.
My rock-hard cock twitched and oozed droplets of pre-cum.
“C’mere”, Josh growled, and lifted me up, spun
me around and pushed me face-down on the bed. “Lemme get in
that sweet ass of yours”. As I was already barefoot, he pulled
off my shorts and underwear in one swift motion, then wrestled off
my T-shirt. I obediently backed up to the edge of the bed and lifted
my ass in the air, desperate for that hard penetration that was
just seconds away.
I heard him spit in his hand and rub the saliva in the head of his
cock, then jerk it a few times. There was a moment of silence, then
the delicious, painful pressure of that plum-sized head against
my quivering anus. “Yeahhhhhh, that’s it”, he
hissed, and leaned forward. The tiny bit of lubrication his spit
offered wasn’t nearly enough to keep the insertion pain-free,
and I grimaced as his fat, pink penis, slowly spread my hole open
and slid further inside. It hurt, but it hurt good.
“Wait”, he said unexpectedly, mid-insertion. “I
know what you want.” I truly was mystified as to what was
coming next. Somewhat awkwardly, he leaned right, without pulling
his cock out, and scooped up one of his tennis shoes. He grasped
it firmly and brought it around to my face. He buried my nose and
mouth inside the shoe.
“Smell it, faggot”, he hissed. “Yeah, you like
that stink, don’t you? I’m keeping this shoe right here
until I come, you understand? Breathe it all in, you fucking pig.
Smell my big, dirty feet!” It was quite obvious I wasn’t
the only one enjoying this night of kink and raunch!
All the air I could breathe was coming from the instep of Josh’s
shoe, and I thought I might pass out from the sensory overload.
As I fought to stay conscious, he resumed pushing his cock in to
me. He was successful, burying all nine inches in my ass. I felt
his stiff rod pulsing against my prostate. The pre-cum was starting
to leak out of me in an ever-steadier string, and I knew that I
couldn’t last very much longer. I prayed Josh was close, as
well. There would be plenty of time for “stamina” in
round two!
“Ohhh shit, ohhh shit, I’m gonna come! Shiiit!”
he panted, at once jamming the sweaty tennis shoe against my face
and his drooling cock as far in me as my trembling, stretched hole
would allow. I wanted to shoot too, but first I wanted to concentrate
on what was about to happen inside me. I took my hand away from
my own cock and closed my eyes.
As I took one final gasp of humid, sweaty air, I felt Josh’s
cock begin to spasm deep inside me, and trembled as the unmistakable,
relentless hot splash of semen began to pump into my rectum. I held
off as long as I could, then could wait no longer. In the middle
of Josh’s impressive orgasm, I jerked my own, desperate cock,
and felt the beginnings of a five-star orgasm start deep within
me.
As my own semen began to rush toward my urethra, my anus clamped
shut on Josh’s still-shooting cock, cutting off his ejaculation
for a few seconds. He let out a panicked moan and dropped the shoe,
but could do nothing. My cum began shooting out in frantic bursts,
the first one even hitting the wooden headboard, then the pillows,
then finally only a foot in front of me. As my anus relaxed, the
remainder of Josh’s semen drooled into my rectum.
Both our orgasms finished, we stayed in the same position for quite
a while, panting and not saying anything. Then, slowly, Josh backed
up, and his softening cock popped out of my ass with a wet slurp.
Not surprisingly, a big glob of hot cum fell out and landed on the
bedspread.
I rolled over and looked up at Josh. He was smiling. “God
damn, you are one hot, nasty freak”, he panted. His juicy
cock was now sagging, still slick with his saliva and semen.
A drop of semen fell from the tip of his cock and landed on the
top of his right foot.
No, the night was definitely not over!
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