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Sleepy Skateboarder

by Cray-Z

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An injured skateboarder was recently awarded $504,000 by an Orange County jury for injuries sustained to his right hand.

The accident happened when Logan Cleary (the plaintiff) was riding his skateboard on Olive Street in Anaheim and attempted to swerve around a pile of glass in front of a liquor store. The wheel of the skateboard hit a shard of glass causing him to be thrown to the ground. Plaintiff’s right hand landed in the pile of glass, causing injuries that required two surgeries. Plaintiff continues to experience pain and tingling in the hand after the surgeries. During fact discovery, it was revealed that the pile of glass had been on the sidewalk in front of the liquor store for two days before the accident. Because the jury found plaintiff himself 10% liable for the accident, plaintiff's total recovery in the case will be $453,600.

Another young man (also a skateboarder) named Finn Fitzsimmons came upon the scene of the accident right after it happened.  When he saw the injured youth’s blood-crusted hand he fainted dead away.  The EMT’s that took away the injured skater didn’t so much as glance in our unconscious friend’s direction.

“What can I say, Finn’s from Laguna.” Said my buddy Kyle.

“I don’t know what it has to do with being from Laguna,” I responded in a serious tone of voice. “I think anyone might faint at such a ghoulish sight. I mean, if I didn’t work part-time at the clinic, I might be stretched out right next to Finn.”

Needless to say, Kyle was properly chastened. 

We both looked down at the prone and still unconscious Finn.  He was a handsome eighteen-year-old with wheat-colored hair and pale blue eyes.  Sky blue eyes was a trait in the males in his family. His so-called “swimmers” physique was so impressive that it was not only a source of admiration and inspiration among the girls, but also among the envying males. He was just toned enough to look damn-near perfect.  The long torso, big shoulders and drool-worthy abs made ME jealous at times, but I was more interested in his feet. I’d seen him barefoot at the pool and Finn had a perfectly shaped pair of ... dogs.  Perfect toes with big soft soles.  They were covered in socks and sneakers at the moment. 

But this was about to change. 

I took off Finn’s shoes and then peeled off his socks. His bare feet did have an odor, but I didn’t care.  He had (American) size 14EEEE feet. Kyle didn’t care about the slight odor either, because he too had a male foot fetish.  That’s how we’d bonded as friends. Btw.  We both looked around, to see if anyone was watching.  That’s when having a fellow fetishist footbuddy comes in handy.  One can be on the lookout for witnesses while the other one indulges. 

And indulge I did.

For a few seconds I just stared at the sleeping Finn’s bare feet. They looked rather soft and smooth-soled. I reached out to touch them. I caressed them, top and bottom. Finn’s size 14EEEE’s really were as smooth as they’d looked. Instinctively I lifted them higher and pressed my face into his soles. I inhaled strongly, taking in the delicious aroma of the blond boy’s sweet soles. I kissed, licked, nibbled and sucked for what seemed like two minutes, but Kyle later told me it had actually been ten. My nervousness at the thought of being caught out in the open was mixed with excitement.

I even kissed them. They were well-shaped feet with clean clear nails. His toes were so perfectly smooth; they hardly showed any creases at the joints as if his toes would be unable to bend. I pulled them close and, even though he was still unconscious, felt his toes wiggle now and then and brush my face.       Then I pulled them to my mouth and extended my tongue to give the eighteen-year-old’s feet a cleanser for those piggies. I devoured his delicious feet, kissing his arches, sliding my tongue across his soles from heel to toes … then passing my tongue repeatedly between those sweet digits.

Kyle all but pushed me aside so that he could get his turn.

Like me he gently caressed sleeping Finn’s feet before bringing them directly up to press against his face. He commented on how our friend had the most perfect-looking toes he’d ever experienced, but there was further delight. The unconscious boy’s feet (despite all my licking/tongue-bathing) still possessed their slightly pungent, sweaty foot smell.

I watched my buddy lovingly touch Finn’s feet.  I watched him smell them and worship then.  My dick grew unbelievably hard when I watched Kyle stick his nose to the crook of sleeping Finn’s toes and take deep breaths!

I have to admit that I jerked off as I watched and I shot quite a load too.

When it was over Kyle and I were both almost too exhausted to clean up the scene and make the unconscious Finn look presentable.