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The Sleepover: Part I You always thought your acquaintance ..
🕑 Added 2020-11-30 18:49:05 +0000 UTC The Sleepover: Part I You always thought your acquaintance Justin had the perfect physique: tall, slim, and fit. He was the team captain of both the soccer and baseball teams. He had short dark hair, and a half-smile that made you melt. After practice sometimes, you’d catch him in the hallway, him in just his socks carrying his cleats and gear in his hands. You’d wave and smile and he’d just smile back and nod. He didn’t notice you were constantly staring at his socked feet, wishing you could get a look at his bare soles. How could he know, right? “Hey you, I’m having a few friends over this weekend to hang out and chill, play some video games and kick it. Would you be interested in joining us? It’s gonna be a just a few buddies from soccer,” he asked you randomly in the hallway. “Um, I’m interested, but are you sure? I don’t really know you or your friends that well,” you asked, unsure of why this jock was talking to you. “Yeah totally dude! We always like to have someone new over to spice things up and get to know more people. Plus I see you’re always wearing that Mario Kart shirt and we got some real Mario Kart pros coming to hang,” he explained. “I sure do love to play Mario Kart. Plus, I’m really good at it!” you responded, “I’m in!” Justin gave you his address and the time for the hangout. All you could think about was his socked, sweaty feet, which you could smell in the hallway after practice everyday. But those bare feet, just so elusive. You really wanted to see those; after all, it had been your dream since seeing him the first time. You swore to yourself no one has ever seen his bare feet. FRIDAY NIGHT You arrive at Justin’s house for the hangout, and sure enough, he’s wearing sneakers in his own house. You can’t believe it. You thought this would be the chance to see his bare feet, or even his socks up close at least. “Hey you,” Justin said with that ridiculous half-smile, “Welcome to my house, I didn’t think you’d make it. Come on in, get comfortable. Would you like any snacks?” “Thanks! Yeah, that would be great,” you replied. You weren’t sure if you should kick your shoes off or not, so you left them on. There were more people there than you had thought there would be, which made you slightly uncomfortable, but oh well. It’s going to be a fun chill night. Justin brought some pretzels back for you and guided you to your seat around the TV, next to about five other guys who all had their shoes on. Three of them were playing Mario Kart, and you got excited. After all, you were really good at the game. Justin came and sat right next to you, and shouted, “Let’s have a tournament!” Everyone nodded in agreement. So he built a big bracket with who was playing against who, and the tournament began. You exchanged a bunch of details about your life with these guys who welcomed you as a friend. They shared stuff about them too, and ultimately created a really good environment. You felt like you fit in, and you largely did. You kept staring at all their feet, trapped inside their shoes, hoping for a glance, especially of Justin’s size 11s. As everyone played, Justin slid his heels out of his sneakers, which were untied dark blue Nike Roshes. They were pretty loose on him, and he kept sliding his heel in and out while he played. He bounced his leg nervously whenever he wasn’t in first place, but always ended up winning somehow. Until he played against you. “Alright you, you’re up. Prepare to lose,” he taunted. “You’re going down,” you retorted. The race was close, and it came down the final moments, but you beat him by a nose. “Shit, how’d you beat me?!” He yelled. His friends were amazed and cheered you on. Being superstitious, Justin slid his shoes entirely off and kicked them aside. His gorgeous, white socks became exposed and you instantly became excited. And you could not stop stealing glances of them. “REMATCH,” Justin screamed. You agreed. The video game race began, and Justin kept curling his toes and pushing his socks down with his own feet, his eyes glued to the screen. You were so distracted by his teasing, you took your eyes off the TV for a few seconds to see what his feet would do next. That was all it took for you to lose. “Sucker! I knew I could beat you!” Justin shouted victoriously. His friends groaned; they were much happier when you beat him. Justin was the kind of guy who never lost. “Aw man, good race Justin,” you replied. Everyone was super tired and a few ended up leaving. A few hung out a bit more and kept racing and playing video games. Their shoes finally came off too. There were only 3 of you left at the event. “You wanna stay over dude? I know it’s getting late and my parents don’t mind,” Justin asked. “Sure, that works for me. Let me ask my parents and see if that’s okay,” you said. You got the green light from your parents. You couldn’t believe it. You were going to be sleeping over at Justin’s house. You could have never imagined this happening, yet here you were. This was your shot to get the look you’ve always dreamed of. Justin brought you a pillow and a blanket and said, “Here, have these, you can sleep wherever you want, just find a comfortable spot.” You knew you had to find a spot where you could get a glimpse of his feet if he were to take off his socks. You would even be pleased if you could get a good look at his socked feet for the night as well. So you chose a spot near the foot of his bed on the floor. You really hoped his feet would dangle off the bed and you could catch a lucky glimpse or a whiff. “Alright, ready for bed?” Justin asked. “Yeah, if you are.” You said. His other friend, curled up not too far away from you agreed. Justin walked over and dimmed the lights, but did not turn them off completely. “I like leaving the lights on a little bit, if that’s okay with you guys.” “Yeah that works for me,” you replied. Justin’s friend nodded in agreement too. In your head, you felt this was perfect so you you could catch a glimpse if the moment arose. An hour went by and both Justin and his friend were fast asleep. You stayed up hoping to see Justin’s bare feet, as you had imagined so many times before. You looked up from your position below the foot of his bed, and didn’t see anything. His feet were underneath the covers. You didn’t know if he was socked or barefoot. You stayed up for another few hours, still with no luck. Finally, it happened. Justin rolled over and his feet slid out from underneath the covers. His beautiful bare soles protruding out in the dimly-lit room. You were on cloud-nine. His gorgeous soles exposed to you for the first time. In all their glory. Inches away from your face. His toes glistening in whatever light they could catch. His soles were incredibly smooth, and drove you crazy. These were the feet of a soccer/baseball star. Dangling above your face. Every once in a while, they’d twitch, and he’d wiggle his toes, making you squirm. You loved the view. All you could think about was sliding his big toe slowly into you mouth, tasting the star player’s foot and sloshing it around in your mouth. Pure ecstasy. You rustled around in your makeshift bed, reorganizing yourself and shorts out of necessity. You were hoping Justin and his friend would not wake up and see you like this. For the rest of the night, Justin’s feet remained exposed. You stayed up almost the whole night, staring at them, sniffing the air around you, and wishing SO much you could get a taste. You eventually ended up sleeping for only about 2 hours, but dreamed of sucking his toes and making out with his dangling foot. Little did you know, your dream was about to come true...
