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I don't usually like going to the supermarket but it's something that we all have to do. Sometimes I get lucky and see an attractive person in one of the aisles. I try not to ever be creepy but a take more than a passing glance to, at a bare minimum, have something to think about when I get home and self stimulate myself.
I was looking for something for dinner and opened up the fridge.... nothing appealing. Nothing in the freezer or pantry either. Well, my choices are some fast food (again) or get something at the store to whip up a more satisfying dinner. I chose the later and put on some sweatpants, a hoodie and my favorite Asics sneakers.. I was feeling lazy so I just slipped them on and let the laces stay loose... not dragging on the ground but not tied either. I love the athletic look, both on guys and girls, and it's even hotter when the person is wearing some sexy running shoes. Over the years I've seen people wearing their sneakers the same way I had them tonight, other people have had them totally unlaced with the laces dragging. I can even remember a time here and there were there were a pair of girls shopping at the mall carrying their shoes and walking around in their socks.
Anyway, It was only a few miles to the store and I walked in. It was about 8pm so the store was pretty quiet. There was literally no one in the store it seemed. I came in the side of the store near the produce and had to walk a bit to head over to where the prepared meals were or the frozen stuff was.
As I was walking across the aisles, I saw a young guy about my age near the rice and pasta aisle. It wasn't really him that caught my eye, but being a bit of a sneaker fetishist, I always look at peoples' shoes. I was a little taken aback as he had on a pair of Asics with the laces loose just like me. I kept walking but that image was frozen in my mind. I walked a few more steps before I decided to get a closer look and pretend I was looking for the same items this guy was.
I walked down the aisle he was in and started perusing the other side of the aisle. Then I turned around and started looking at items on the bottom shelf about 10 feet from him. We quickly made eye contact but I was trying not to stare at him or his sneakers. My heart starting beating a bit faster. He was wearing a fairly worn pair of an older style that I actually found quite attractive. But how he was wearing them was even more exhilarating for me. Not sure what it was, but for whatever reason, I was able to muster up the courage to comment on them.
"Hey I like your kicks," I said to him. Not meekly or firmly but a nice casual tone. Without hesitation he replied "Thanks man, I see you rock them the same way I do."
"Yes I do, sometimes I just am lazy but I also like the look," I answered. "Cool" he said. I secretly was hoping that wasn't the end of the conversation.
He put the item he was looking at in his cart and turned around and headed the other way. "Damn" I muttered under my breath, inaudible to him or anyone beyond inches from me.
I went about my business and found something to eat. A microwaveable meal and that was about it. I didn't want an involved meal. I was thinking maybe I should grab some ice cream or a dessert but figured I didn't need the calories. But should I get something for later to drink? Maybe I thought, so I headed over to the liquor area.
Sure enough there was the dude in the Asics getting istanbul travesti a couple cases of beer. I was torn; on one hand I wanted to see if there was anything between us. You know when you feel some sort of strange connection to a total stranger? That was the feeling I had. I had also gotten very horny just seeing him and walking around in my unlaced sneakers. He heard me coming behind him and quickly turned around, we exchanged glances and then he did something that sealed the deal. I saw him look directly and intently at my Asics.
"I figured since I was alone tonight I might as well get a case of beer," I said to him. "I hear you man, same here. I didn't even feel like going to the store" was his reply.
Here was my one and only chance so I gave him a line to see if he would bite. "Haha too true, I had nothing at home and didn't feel like some junk fast food. I try to stay in shape and run when I can. I have a closet full of sneakers to prove it!"
"Oh geez, me too. I see you have some nice Asics on tonight, do you run in those?"
"Nah, these are just some older ones I slipped on, but truth be told they are some of my favorite ones."
"Yep mine tool, these are 2150s from a long time ago, I just can't part with them, they've been through a lot!" he said with a smirk. Was he hinting at something? Or was I reading too much into it?
"Wow, same here," I quickly replied with a similar smirk. Then there was very slight pause and he stared at my sneakers again. I swear he licked his lip but maybe I was just imaging that. Now I am a shy person most of the time, but general horniness can be a strong motivator. "Say, I know this might sound weird, but I was just going to go home and eat alone and you're eating alone.... would it be odd if I were to ask if you want to hang out? No pressure and feel free to say no if you want"
"You know what," he said, "that sounds like a good idea. I actually am just a block away you want to come to my place? I'm new to the area and could use a new friend"
"I'd love that! My name is Danny by them way!" I could hardly contain my excitement. "Nice to meet you Danny, I'm Tim. Let's check out and get outta here!" I flipped around my cart so fast after that he might have suspected I was a little too anxious.
He went behind me in the check out line and I put my items on the conveyor belt. As I was doing so I figured I'd try to see what other reactions I might get. While the checker was scanning the items, I slipped my foot out of my Asics to pretend to scratch my calf. I could see immediately his eyes went directly down to my legs and feet. This might turn out better than I could imagine I was thinking.
After I checked out, I waited for him to check out also. "Danny, here's my number 555-4011. Text me when you get your stuff loaded in your car and I will send you my address."
I wheeled my cart out and all I could think about was Tim's sneakers. I wondered how many other ones he had, was he as into sneakers as I was or was I just hoping he would be. Or maybe he was bringing me over to kill me, who knew. Anyway I figured his longer glances might mean the better outcome and that's what I went with. I texted Tim and said I was ready to go and he gave me his address. It was just a couple miles away in a decent area of town.
I drove over as fast as I could and then parked in front of his house. I was quite nervous as something I istanbul travestileri had only fantasized about was actually coming true. I wasn't sure if I should go through with it or not. Crap, what if he wasn't home yet? Then I saw a car pull into the driveway and open the garage. It was Tim and he fortunately hadn't seen me. After about 5 minutes or so, I got out of the car and rang the doorbell. Tim answered still wearing his Asics. "C'mon in Danny!"
I walked in, and first thing I saw was a pile of sneakers laying by the door. Asics, Saucony, Nike, some Converse and others. He might have more than me I joked to myself.
"Are you hungry?" Tim asked. "Yeah man, I brought in my food too if you just want to heat that's up that would be cool," I quickly replied. "Awesome, I will do that for you Danny"
After our food heated up Tim brought it to the table. "I don't usually bring strangers over but like I said I am new to town and looking for friends. You seem about my age, but I have to be honest with you, this might sound weird, but one of the things I noticed about you was your sneakers."
"My sneakers?" I said, pretending to be surprised.
"Yeah, the way you laced them. The fact they are older ones that most people would have gotten rid of, you know. I am a sneaker head, which means I like them a lot. Sneakerheads either just keep them as collectibles or they have a fetish for them. My interest is the latter."
Holy fuck I thought, did this guy just tell me he had a sneaker fetish?
"Well..., " I said "that actually is quite intriguing. You may be shocked to find out I also fall in the second category."
"Holy shit!" Tim responded. "No fucking way!"
"Yeah bro, had it for years since I was a teenager. Let's just say I do more than wear them," I added the last piece as bait to see what the reply would be.
"Shit bro, I know exactly what you mean" Tim said as he reached down and slipped off one of his Asics. Our food was on the table and going to get cold but at this point I did not care one bit and I was betting Tim didn't either.
We were sitting at the table across from each other and he put it in front of me. I could smell a mix of sweat and leather and general running shoe smell. God, I loved the smell of a worn and loved pair of sneaks.
"Do you want to take a closer look?" Tim asked as he held his sneaker. His were quite a bit larger than mine and more worn than I thought as I took a closer look. He motioned me to take the sneaker and I did. "Look inside of it," he commanded.
I did, and in there was what appeared to be dark spots and stains on the insole and along the sides inside. The smell was intoxicating. I wouldn't consider myself straight or gay, but certainly somewhere in the middle more toward straight than gay. But Tim's sneaker and its intoxicating smell were driving me closer to the gay side.
"Smell it Danny. These are my favorite Asics. Besides running in them and wearing them for years, I also have made a point to cum in my sneakers quite often or had other guys cum in them for me."
Another holy fuck moment. A stranger I had literally met an hour earlier was having me hold and smell his sweaty Asics and telling me that he and other guys cum in them.
"I want you to cum in them also," Tim said, not in an asking way but more a demanding sort of way. I liked the way he took charge and told me what to do.
"Are travesti istanbul you serious Tim?" I said, not believing what he said. "Yes," Tim said. "I want you to jerk off into my sneaker and fill them with warm sticky cum. I want to fuck your loose laced sweaty Asics too. And I bet if I took a look inside them I might also see cum stains. Give me your sneaker!"
I didn't even flinch and slipped off my right sneaker, the same sneaker I had stuffed my hard cock in on many occasions. I usually would cum deep inside the toe area so maybe he wouldn't see anything. But Tim took my sneaker and stretched it open even farther than it was by being unlaced. "I see you enjoy your sneaker as well," he said with an intoxicating sigh. He then brought the sneaker closer to his face and inhaled deeply. I could hear him unzipping his pants and I responded by doing the same.
He immediately whipped out his large cock, which I saw was uncut and probably around 7-8 inches. The he took my sneaker that he was just sniffing and stuffed his hard cock into it. He was still sitting at the table, but leaned back his chair. I could see his cock was deep inside my shoe and he began to stroke himself inside it.
I was still holding his sneaker and I mimicked his actions. I finished unzipping my pants and pulled down my boxers. I was about his size, a little smaller, but his shoe was a couple sizes bigger. So when I shoved my cock into his shoe, it did not touch the edge of the toe area like his cock did in mine.
And I started vigorously stroking, slapping Tim's sneaker against my chest. I could hear him breathing heavily and his pace was picking up as well. I lost my rhythm just staring at this perfect stranger literally fucking my shoe right in front of me. This was an image that would be in my permanent spank bank. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen someone do in my presence, and was even more hot considering this was the same sneaker that I had fucked and cummed in myself many times.
He started moaning and my sneaker was being flopped and banged around as he proceeded to thrust it harder and harder, but he was able to muffle out, "Danny! I am going to cum in your fucking shoe."
"Mmmm, yes Tim, fuck that Asics good. Fuck and cum in that shoe and fill it with your hot creamy cum," I pleaded with him.
"Arrrrrgh!!!" was the only audible sound that he made, and then all I could see was his body quivering and shaking and the movement of my sneaker on his cock slow to a crawl.
Tim had already climaxed so he was now providing encouragement. "Danny fuck the shit out of my sneaker. Squeeze it against your cock and thrust it hard like there's no tomorrow!"
I couldn't contain myself either... The warmness of Tim's sneaker and seeing him fucking my shoe was building up the pressure inside my hard cock. Plus hearing him order me to cum in his shoe was too much. I let go and "ummph" and spurted jet after jet of cum into Tim's sneaker.
I could hear the sound of the cum spurts against the mesh of his sneaker and after the third or fourth spurt I could feel a little bit oozing through the mesh. After I came down from my orgasm, I peeked over at Tim and saw a smile on his face and my sneaker in a similar state. There was a dark stain right in the middle of the mesh of my Asics. I never thought I would love seeing another guy fuck my shoe, but seeing it for the first time was incredibly hot. I knew this would not be the last time I wanted my sneakers defiled.
"Danny, I am starving. Why don't you put your sneaker back on and let's eat!"
I smiled back at Tim and I think he knew that this would not be our last encounter together either.