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The
Summer of "69"
by Kid
Nick
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I grew up in an upper middle class neighborhood and was in my teen's
during the summer of "69"...
I was experiencing life at it's fullest and did a lot of daydreaming
on what I would do when I "grew up"... My parents both
worked and traveled and was home alone quite often ...They trusted
me (what a mistake!). ... I knew I was different as I was fascinated
by men in suits especially if they were attractive! I always had
a crush on one particular neighbor that lived around the corner
from our house...His name was " Vince" and he was just
a "God"!!!...He had straight black hair combed back about
mid thirties at that time, small to medium build, slim waist and
a perfectly round ass!...He worked for one of the automobile companies
and sported a corporate look! ...Super friendly with a sheepish
smile when he looked at you with those piercing blue eyes!
He had some friends that lived a few houses down from ours and he
would often walk past our house to visit them and have a few cocktails!!!...
still in starched white shirt, tie loosened shoes off and usually
wearing black nylon socks!...I loved to listen to the sound of the
nylon socks "scratching" the cement sidewalk when he would
walk by smile at me if I was out, and wave to me if I was in the
driveway...His socks were just thin enough so I could see the outline
of his perfect (later I learned size 10s!) feet...One evening while
I was working in the yard I felt a tap on my shoulder...It was "Vince"
and he had locked himself out of the house...He said he could get
in through a second floor window if he could borrow a ladder...(This
guy used to make me "freeze" he was so dam HOT!!!)...His
wife traveled during the week and they did not have children and
he was home alone during the week a lot.
That particular evening I got a ladder out of the garage (fumbling
all the way!) and we put it up to a bedroom window at the back of
his house...As I steadied the ladder for him he climbed up the ladder
slowly allowing his classically chiseled feet to pass me. As he
was climbing up he stubbed his toe and slipped going up the ladder
and remember him saying ..."not good to wear nylon socks climbing
a ladder" (his feet were eye level to me OMG!)...I wanted to
grab an ankle and flip his foot out at me!...I later learned Vince
was a "martini man" (more like a suave martini "Mad
Men" stud looking back in time!)...when he made it in he came
back out the back door and as we stood there I could here"
Frank Sinatra" playing in the background.
Without hesitation I I told him I loved Frank Sinatra and that really
put a smile on his face...He told me he had just purchased a new
"Magnavox" sound system (the "Cadillac" of stereos
at the time!) and told me to come on in and have a drink for helping
him and it would be our secret!...I then learned Vince liked to
stretch out on the couch listening to "Frank" with a few
stiff drinks and before long Vince would be out!...Gathering up
courage and from a few of Vince's martini's, feeling no pain (and
some liquid courage!).
I asked Vince that night if his foot was okay after banging it on
the ladder?...No response! the martini's had taken over, and "Frank"
was onto mood music by this time which was great!...As I laid on
the floor at the end of the couch with the moonlight coming through
the dimly lit ( 60's modern living room) I was looking up at those
nylon socked feet dangling over the end of the couch...What a sight
for sore eyes, baby!!!...With liquid courage in glass, I rubbed
his foot gently and got closer to those leather aromatic feet!...He
moaned when I backed off and said "don't stop that feels so
good" "mmmmm".......Well, the fun began and I must
of spent a few hours rubbing, licking and nibbling at those feet!....totally
awesome and could not have planned something like this if i had
planned it...I struck GOLD as in "Goldtoes"... (the thinner
type of socks they made in the sixties!).
That summer was great and I spent more than a few evenings with
"Vince" giving him erotic foot massages as he passed out
into dream land!!!... He often said I was the best at foot rubs
and "such"!... I know he heard all my moans of ecstasy
from some of those evenings but he always acted like nothing ever
happened except he would say (after I slipped out and returned home
the next day) "Wow, we put one on last night, eh?"...I
know he enjoyed himself and would come over to ask me over (if the
parents were out of town!) if I did not go to his house when ever
he was "Home Alone"...Vince got transferred to another
state with his job the next year and I went away to college and
we never kept in touch and I always wonder what happened to "Vince"
the "Prince", since that wonderful ... "Summer of
69"!!!
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