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My Name is Dave.
I'm a 40-year old professional, and I live by myself in the suburbs. The following is my story, from just last year. It was so hot and so unexpected that I wanted to share it with your readers.
My next-door neighbor is a nurse; a single mom named Julie. She has one son, Garrett. They've lived next to me for several years. Julie's always busy with her job and works odd shifts. Garrett's a pretty good kid, from what I can tell. Julie's a blonde and her ex husband was Hispanic, so Garrett's got a really interesting look: black hair, worn shaggy (he's a skater), olive skin, but blue eyes.
It's been interesting watching Garrett mature. When they moved in next door, he must have been about 13; he looked like a little boy. Then puberty hit, he shot up several inches, and began to look more like a young man.
We all keep to ourselves in our neighborhood, so our interactions were mostly while watering the lawn or getting the mail. I assume that my neighbors know that I'm gay; I don't claim anything to the contrary, and it doesn't take a keen observer to notice that I don't have female guests over to my house very often. I've also assumed that my neighbor Julie told her son that I was. Just the same, Garrett's always been friendly whenever I've seen him.
Recently I noticed, under than hoodie sweatshirt and shaggy black hair, Garrett had become very attractive: tall and lean...and with almost ridiculously large feet. He seemed to live in one pair of those canvas Vans slip-on tennis shoes that all the teens wear now, and I typically see him skating up and down our street each afternoon.
More than once, when watering the lawn, getting my mail, or simply looking out my window, I have caught myself wondering what those Vans smelled like. I'd get a quick hard on and then laugh at myself for being a "dirty old man"!
Who would've guessed that I'd actually get my chance to find out?
***
Late last spring, on a weekday afternoon after work, I stopped by the grocery store that's about two miles from home. It had been raining off and on all day, but shortly before I got to the store, the sky just opened up, and it began pouring; my windshield wipers could barely keep up.
I ran into the store, got my groceries, and headed back to my car, open umbrella in one hand, trying to protect myself (somewhat unsuccessfully) from the relentless, cold rain.
I walked right by the figure standing outside the grocery store, leaned against the wall, trying pitifully to take cover from the rain. It was a young man, with a hooded sweatshirt, with the hood up, baggy shorts and canvas Vans tennis shoes. He had a skateboard in one hand. As I passed him, I jumped as he suddenly said "Mr.Saunders?!".
I stopped and looked. It was Garrett!
"Garrett...hey, how are you?" I asked, quite surprised. I don't think I had ever seen him anywhere but in our neighborhood before.
"Um, I'm OK" he responded.
"What the hell are you doing out in this pouring rain? Look at you, you're soaked"
"Oh, I came out to skate for a while before it got dark, and I got caught in it. Sucks!"
"Well, I'm heading straight home, if you need a ride" I offered.
He smiled. "Gee, thanks Mr. S, that would be awesome"
I replied "No problem...and you can call me Dave".
Garrett walked with me to my car and got in on the passenger's side. Before I got into the driver's seat, I paused and thought to myself "This is innocent...just a ride home. I'm being a good neighbor".
I got in and started the car. As we drove off, I sneaked a quick glance over at Garrett. His black hoodie sweatshirt was nearly soaked through, as were his beige shorts. As I looked down, I saw that his massive--maybe size 12--white canvas vans were so wet, they were actually dark.
I broke the awkward silence. "So, does your mom know where you are?"
Garret responded "Yeah I called her a few minutes ago. Like a dumb fuck, I left my house key at home this morning. She bitched me out...but she said she'll be home in a couple of hours. I just have to wait. I guess I'll wait on our front porch. It's no big deal".
A little too quickly, I replied "Aw, don't be stupid, Garrett, it's dark and cold outside. You can wait over at my house if you want".
Again, there was an awkward silence. The only noise in the car was the muffled hum of the engine, the popping of the heavy raindrops, and the swoosh-swooshing of the wipers.
"Nah, I don't want to bother you, it's OK".
"You wouldn't be bothering me, really" I said, trying hard to sound calm and blasé. I'm just going to relax and watch some TV.
He looked straight out the windshield, then slowly over at me and grinned. "OK, cool, thanks".
My eyes went back to the road. In my head I was screaming "THIS IS SO WRONG!"
***
Soon we were driving into my garage. It was bizarre; as long as we had been neighbors, neither Garrett nor his mom had ever been in my house, nor I in theirs.
As we walked in the door, I stopped, and again had to measure my words as best I could. "Garrett, since you're all wet, could you please...take off those shoes and socks. I'll toss them in the dryer for you, with your hoodie"
Once my groceries were on the counter, I stood back and let the immensity of what was happening really hit me for the first time. This beautiful teenager from next door was alone with me in my house...and was in front of me, taking off his shoes and socks! I felt like I was living one of those intense stories that I'd read about on myfriendsfeet.com! My cock jumped to a raging erection in seconds; I was thankful that I had on roomy khakis and the erection wasn't totally obvious.
I watched. Garrett had pulled off his black sweatshirt and let it fall to the ground, leaving him in a back T-shirt. He slowly kicked off his first soggy Vans, using the front of his other shoe. It clunked onto the tile. Then, off came the other. He was now standing there in wet ankle socks.
I felt a little dizzy as he supported himself against the wall with his right hand, and went to peel off his right sock. It snapped off, exposing a beautiful, moist, soft foot with pink skin, and long toes, and sparse black hairs on top. He repeated the action with the other sock, and was standing on my tile floor in his bare feet.
Transfixed, I just stared at the floor, at the beautiful feet. I don't think my cock had ever been this hard. It was taking my breath away.
"Um...Dave..." Garrett said.
To my horror, I realized that had just been staring for far too long, in silence. I could not have been more obvious.
Trying to cover, I said "Oh right, let me get those into the dryer for you. Go have a seat in the living room; turn on the TV, whatever you want to watch. My heart was pounding and mind racing. However, I felt the events of the afternoon start heading in an unstoppable direction.
I stepped into the garage, where the washer and dryer are, closed the door to the house, and leaned back against it. I had Garrett's socks in one hand, his Vans in another, and his hoodie over my arm. I knew what I had to do.
First, I slowly raised his wadded up, wet socks to my face. Oh god, the smell! It wasn't overpowering, just that beautiful warm, humid, sweet man smell that we all know and love. I put them right against my mouth and nose and inhaled like I never had before. My cock throbbed in my pants. I felt myself precumming. I wanted desperately to yank it out and stroke off all over his shoes and socks, but knew I couldn't.
I slowly tossed the wadded socks into the dryer, and then brought the massive, soggy Vans to my face. Oh, there it was--that smell I had wanted to enjoy for years, watching Garrett skate around the neighborhood. It was the more pungent, intense stink of a teenage boy's shoes that were worn almost every day, with no time to rest, mixed with rainwater. I moaned a bit, quietly, worrying that Garrett would suddenly open the door. However, I heard the TV turn on in the living room, so I assumed he was in there.
I huffed in his other shoe, and then tossed them both in the dryer. As I went to throw in his sweatshirt, something fell out of the pocket. It was Garrett's school ID. I picked it up and went to throw it on the top of the dryer, but something caught my eye.
It was the "Date of Birth" section. It said "Garrett Ryan Embry, DOB 04/09/90.
Doing quick mental math, I realized that Garrett had just turned 18 two weeks earlier. For some reason, I had assumed he was younger.
This meant that the beautiful young barefoot man in my living room was not a minor--he was an adult.
And things suddenly got a lot more interesting!
***
Reeling a bit from the sock and shoe huff session, and realizing that I was no longer dealing with an under aged kid, I turned on the dryer and returned to my kitchen. In the living room, Garrett had gotten into my recliner and put the foot rest up. This meant, all the way from the kitchen, I was looking right at the beautiful, slightly rain-wrinkled soles of his feet. At first he didn't see me; he was absorbed in the TV. I noticed that it was muted.
"Hey Garrett, want something to drink?" I asked, trying hard to keep my voice steady.
He was still staring at the muted TV, fascinated.
I became intererested in what silent entertainment was so captivating. As I began to walk toward the living room, I suddenly realized: I had left a hardcore gay porn DVD in the player several days earlier. Oh dear god, I thought. Please don't let him have...
As I reached the living room, I turned toward the flatscreen TV.
On the silent screen, a naked, heavily muscled guy with a shaved head was aggressively fucking a blonde guy on a sofa. My heart stopped. I couldn't even look at Garrett.
So there we stayed, in absolute, agonizing silence, for a good minute. Garrett's and my eyes were glued to the screen. The muscled top guy on the film briefly pulled his cock out of the other guy's ass and began to squirt a heavy load of cum, which the camera focused on. Then he shoved it back in and kept fucking the blonde guy, as the blonde writhed in ecstasy.
I swallowed. I felt like I was going to pass out.
Then, Garrett broke the silence.
Slowly, deliberately, and clearly, no taking his eyes of the screen he said "Fucking...hot...".
I looked at the crotch of his baggy beige shorts. Sure enough, he had an impressive erection.
"You can turn the sound up", I said, slowly. What the hell ELSE can you say in that situation?
Garrett raised the remote and unmuted it. The scene had changed to a dungeon. A hot brunette twink was in a sling, and another muscular guy wearing only combat boots, was fucking him. The wet sound of ass slapping, chain creaking and masculine moaning in surround-sound filled the living room.
I couldn't take it any more! It was clear what was going to transpire. I sank to my knees in front of the recliner. Garrett's upraised, bare feet were squarely in my face. He wasn't moving.
I fell foreward until my nose hit his sole, right in the middle. Suddenly, his enormous foot seemed five times larger; it dwarfed my face! I could see the lines and crinkles. I breathed in...and finally got a whiff of the real thing...soft, warm and manly feet! It smelled like a very diluted version of what I got from his shoes.
"Oh god" I moaned.
"So, you like my feet?" Garrett asked, sounding a bit rough.
"Oh god yeah Garrett, fuck yes...can I...?"
"Go ahead, lick my fucking feet!" he said.
"Could this really be happening,?" I wondered.
I did as he said...extended my tongue and traced the outline of his soles, then ran it across his instep. Oh god, the taste was something I'll never, ever forget...warm, vaguely salty and incredible.
With a quick jerk, Garrett undid his shorts and pushed them down to his knees, along with his underwear. As I watched between his big and second toe, he pulled out one of the most beautiful cocks I'd ever seen--circumsized, perfectly straight, and slightly thicker in the middle--and began stroking it, trading his glance between me and the porno on the screen.
I paused, stood up, and quickly stepped out of my shoes and all my clothes, tossing them on the floor. Then I sank back to my knees. With my left hand I guided Garrett's foot in and out of my mouth, with my left, I began stroking my own cock.
Garrett was lost in the porn and jerking off; I was absorbed in his feet. Once I had covered his right foot with saliva, I switched to the left. I dove in between his toes, relishing the tang of old sweat, sock residue and rainwater.
This went on for about five minutes. My own body was throbbing; the waves of ecstasy kept crashing over me as my senses took in the sight, sound, smell and taste of Garrett. I was amazed that I hadn't come yet; my own cock seemed to have swelled to a never-before experienced hardness. Every now and then, Garrett would mutter "Fucking hot dude...yeah".
I noticed Garrett's breathing get faster, and his hand stroked his cock more quickly.
"Ahh...oh fuck dude, oh fuck, you're gonna make me come..." he gasped.
"Stand up...give it to me in my mouth, Garrett!" I pleaded, desperately not wanting him to waste what would surely be a mindbending load on his stomach.
He snapped the footrest down and stood up, his shorts falling to the floor. His cock was right in my face. He placed one hand on either side of my head and I greasped his bare ass. He shoved his cock halfway in my mouth. Just like everything about Garrett, his cock, and drop of precum tasted incredible. His bushy pubic hair smelled of 18-hour old soap and sweat.
"Ooooh fuuuck, here it comes dude, fuuuuuck!" he gasped, thrusting his big cock in and out of my hungry mouth.
I grasped his cock with my right hand just as his orgasm began. I clamped down on the last half of his cock and began sucking furiously. His cock swelled and began jumping. The first volley of cum nearly choked me. It tasted so good...I had to quickly swallow as each new strand of sweet cum squirted out. He slammed himself against my face as he emptied his balls down my throat, crying out "Oh...yeah...oh...yeah!".
My own cock began squirting on its own, without being touched, spalshing the living room carpet.
Finally, it was over. Garret was standing; I was still kneeling, his slightly softening cock in my mouth. All I could taste was sweet, salty semen. His breathing began to return to normal. He gently backed away, and his fat cock fell out of my mouth. Garrett fell back into the recliner, shorts still around his ankles. Finally, he looked right at me.
"Fucking hot, dude. Fucking hot".
I sat on the floor, naked, next to my own pool of semen. I guessed it was time for honesty. I looked at him and said "Well Garrett...wow...hot...and...I have a secret...I've been wanting to do that for some time...I just didn't want you to think I was a dirty old man!
Garrett looked me dead in the eye and smiled. " I have a secret, too, dude".
Now that caught me off guard! "What?" I asked.
He reached down, into the pocket of his shorts, and I heard something jingle. He withdrew his hand--and held out his house key.
"I knew I had it the whole time, dude!" he said, with an evil grin.
We had a good long laugh over his scheming, and I was immensely flattered that such a handsome young man found me attractive.
***
Obviously, even though he was legally an adult, we didn't breathe a word of our encounter to anyone. That evening, Garrett went back and waited on the front porch of his house until his mom got home. She never noticed that his clothes were mysteriously dry!
Garrett became a regular visitor at my house at night, when his mom was not home, and we continued our hot romps. Then, last fall, he moved away to college. Garrett still emails me, and when he comes home to visit, we always wait for just the right time for a meeting.
But I'll never forget that first, mindblowing afternoon...and those soggy Vans!
