A Moment Of Peace In The House
by D'Arcee Neal

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Opening the door to the house, Charlie peeked inside and listened for the sound of footsteps.

In a household of six, you never knew who was going to be doing what. He walked inside the house, and closed the door slowly, still listening intently. In the back of his mind, he knew what he was planning, but he couldn’t be sure that he would get away with it. He had been waiting all week to have the house to himself. All through school, he couldn’t concentrate thinking about his closet, and what was inside.

As he stood in the middle of the hallway listening for noise, he was very conscience of his dick nearly bursting through the seams of his jeans. As he stood there, he thought to himself for a minute. “I’m 18. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts in my head now. I shouldn’t be thinking this.” But in the deeper part of his mind, the satisfaction of knowing that he enjoyed what he did, turned him on deliciously, and made the inner crotch of his boxers moist and hot.

He continued moving forward, looking through each and every room in his apartment downstairs. Finding no one, he could scarcely believe his luck as he climbed the stairs slowly. As he moved up, the very strain of the walking made him want to cringe in pleasure. The way his jeans brushed against the head of his cock, made him want to ejaculate every time he moved. It reminded him so much of when he would rub his own socks up and down on his penis and the feeling when the warmth spread through his body. Just thinking about it made him want to stop on the steps and take his sweaty sneakers off.  

Reaching the hallway, he could hear nothing and see nothing on either side. Calling out, he heard nothing, and he realized that for once in a blue moon, he was alone. Almost beside himself with glee, he moved into his bedroom, and turned and locked the door. Turning onto the bedside, he dropped his bookbag beside the bed, and opened up the closet door. Looking down, this is what he had been waiting all week for. There they were. His friends’ brand new 2004 all white Nikes. Just looking at them gave him the shivers.

Thinking about what they did yesterday was almost too much for him to handle. He remembered this as he pulled the sneakers out of his closet. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he waited with bated anticipation, as he undid his belt. How long it had been since he’d been in the open! Sliding his jeans off, he threw them in the corner of the room. Looking down, his penis wasn’t hiding anything rock hard in his boxers. Putting his thumbs to the belt line, he slid his boxers down, and threw them in the corner. Grabbing one of his friends’ sneakers, he slowly held one to his face, as he slid the other over his throbbing member and started jerking himself on it. 

“ Dude, we are going to get in sooo much trouble if anyone finds out. Do you know what your mom would do? I looked over at him.

“ Kyle, do I look like I care? I mean seriously, the only thing I wanna do right now is pull your shoes off.” He stared back at me, his hands undoing his belt.

“ Geez, Charlie. You’re really into this aren’t you?” I stared at him.

“ No, but it’s just that I’ve never done this before, and now I really want to.” He grinned widely, sliding his jeans off.

“ Sure thing! But you gotta let me do it to you first.” I sighed, sliding my jeans off. Here we were my best friend Kyle and I in the upset attic in nothing but our sneakers, socks and boxers. And here I was about to masturbate in my shorts while my best friend sniffed my feet. The very thought was overwhelming. I lay down on the poster bed we had put up there a long time ago. I felt Kyle’s hands moving across my ankles, as he started unlacing my sneakers. However, he was going really slowly, and I kept feeling the urge to want to come all over the place.

“ Hey Kyle, come on man. Hurry it up here. I’m about ready to bust a nut.” Kyle leaned up and started licking my sneakers slowly with his tongue. While he licked, his fingers went inside my shoe, and he started massassging my feet. I instantly started leaking my fingers growing slippery and wet while he moaned beneath me. I kept feeling his tongue on my shoes, and I wished he would just rip my sneakers off and slide my socks off, while licking my toes furiously so I could explode everywhere, but he was taking his time, and it was killing me. 

 “ Ohhh….Kyle come on, man….you gotta stop this….” His fingers moved up and he started feeling my toes. I started moaning loudly, my boxers soaking wet by now. He slid my sneakers off, and they hit the floor as he grabbed my ankles and started full on worshipping my feet. Sliding my toes in his mouth, I felt his tongue sliding over my socks, in between my toes, while my hand furiously stroked away. But suddenly, I heard another noise besides my own masturbation. Looking up, I saw him slide his hand down his boxers and start jerking himself off as he continued to lick my toes.

“ Hey!” I said softly, “You can’t do that yet, remember?” He stared at me, as he started sliding his tongue underneath my socks. I wanted to scream in pleasure. His fingers were probing each and every crack of my toes, while he licked my socks off.

“ Sorry buddy,” he moaned, “ I just can’t wait. This is making me way too fuckin’ horny. Your feet are just so hot…..I mean I just….” He continued licking, as I leaned back, my hand loudly slapping skin. I could hear him moanly, nearly screaming as he was reaching climax.

“ Hey! No! That’s not fair! You promised!” But my words fell on deaf ears, as he leaned up and pulled his boxers off. Then he grabbed both my ankles, climbing on the bed, and started sliding my toes against his cock, as he masturbated using my feet.

“ Dude…I’m….so….close….” I wanted to get off the bed. He was breaking the rules. But before I could move, I heard him utter, “Oh shit, I’m about to cum all over your feet!”

“ Kyle! Wait no you can’t! Hey!” But he was too far gone in shuddering orgasm to care what I said. I watched his eyes roll back in his head for a second, as suddenly hot frothy liquid sprayed out of his cock, and all over my feet, and in between my toes.

“ Ahhhhhh……” he moaned loudly as he emptied his testicles onto my feet and my socks. Finally, he slumped over. Getting up, he looked at me.

“ Hey you alright?” I glared back at him. 

“ I hope you’re satisfied.” He started at me.

“ What? You didn’t get off?” I shook my head. He got back up on the bed. Laying at the end, he started untying his sneakers, but he didn’t pull them off.

“ What are you doing?” He didn’t speak but moved around behind me, and sat behind me, as he came behind and put his legs out in front of him and around my sides.

“ Dude, this is weird. What are you doing?” Suddenly, he pulled one sneaker off, and slid it to my face, grabbing my hands. Then, I was sniffing his sneaker as he slid his fingers into my boxers and started jerking me off himself. I wanted to move, to get away to do anything but escape, but I couldn’t. Sliding his other shoe off, he started sliding down my boxers (while continuing to jerk me off) and then he started using his feet to play with my dick. It turned me on so much watching his sweaty white socks rub up and down on my penis again again, and I could feel semen just flowing out of me like water.

“ Kyle…Kyle stop….I’m warning you….quit!” He just continued rubbing harder now, and curling his toes. And now my head was all the way in his sneakers, as he made me sniff them. In my ear, he kept whispering:

“ You know you want to. Come on do it. Squirt on my socks. Do it.” I didn’t want to. I really didn’t. He just jerked faster. I squirmed and moaned, and held back. He moved his foot down and started rubbing my testicles saying, 

 

“ Come on Charlie, you can’t hold out forever. Just give up.” I was frantically trying my best not to cum. But I was leaking everywhere. I knew it. Kyle grabbed the other sneaker and slid it onto my cock, and as he started rubbing up and down, I knew it was over.

“ Kyle…..no….please…..” but by now, he was beating me off as hard as he could. Then I was starting to cum. Liquid starting flowing faster and faster.

“ Yes, there we go. That’s right, fill up my sneaker.” I couldn’t help it. I tried as best I could, but when he took one of his socks off and stroked my cock with it one time, I exploded inside his shoe, screaming out loud. The semen kept flowing and flowing as I came again and again, suddenly it started dripping out of the shoe, it came back.

“ Whoa buddy. Somebody had blue balls.” Kyle continued jerking me, as I ejaculated again over his hands. He got up and went to my feet licking them again, as I continued to cum all over myself. Damn, I was just sooo horny…… 

  Sliding myself back and forth, Charlie felt himself ejaculating again feeling the leather against his penis, and shooting hot liquid down into the sneaker. But just then, as he continued to moan, he heard the door jiggle to his room.

“ Charlie? Hey are you in there?” He heard the voices of my three brothers from outside the doorway. “Hey what are you doing? Masturbating?” He quickly slid out of bed, and threw the cum-stained sneakers underneath the bed, grabbing his boxers and his jeans and sliding them on, to run over and finally open the doorway.  

Damn brothers are a pain.