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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!