Danny Moore was just your average 11 year old boy in Steppington Springs where he lived with his parents and two sisters, Rachael (15) and Erica (8). Danny wasn´t the smartest, strongest or tallest boy in his class but his story is unique here. Perhaps I should let him explain it:
It was the summer heading into sixth grade when I started going through ¨the changes" as my mom called it. I couldn´t sit on the couch watching cartoon in just my underwear after my sister complained to my mom. At first I had no idea why but then my mom was changing my sheets one day muttering abut how gross it was and I asked her what was the matter. I hadn´t wet the bed since I was in diapers but some mornings I had this weird stuff on the sheets. I told my mom like I thought I was supposed to and she looked at me, smiled and tried to sit me down and talk about the birds and bees. I was TOTALLY grossed out; all the girls I knew were stuck up and didn´t even like boys! I agreed to at least wear shorts in the house and let her know if I had any more ¨accidents¨ and she would take care of it.
It also helped this was the first summer mom let me be home alone. Rachael had her swimming practices in the morning then she worked on the afternoon; leaving me in charge of bratty little Erica when she wasn´t off with her girl scout troop. Mom was busy carting them around and working part time while dad was gone all day. As long as I didn´t eat all the cookies or chips I got the best vacation ever- being away from my family! I remember I settled in one day to watch TV when I saw a beautiful blonde woman on a TV show. She reminded me of one of the teachers at school, Ms. Larkin, I squirmed as the more I watched the harder I got. The show stopped and it wasn´t going away. It hurt pressing up against my underwear and short so I pulled out my phone and looked up who to do something about an erection. There were a LOT of helpful videos even if you were by yourself! I unzipped my pants and fidgeted a little and got my dick out and slowly ran my hand up and down the shaft like they did in the video. It started to feel REALLY nice. Before I knew it I was going a little faster, then a little more and then... I felt some sticky white stuff all over my pants! I looked up some other videos to see if I was doing it right and all of them ended up about the same way so I felt a little better.
The next day I was also home alone and, sure enough, the same lady gave me the same feeling. I got my rod out started thinking about her kissing me and me grabbing her nice tits and squeezing the shit outta them! I got sticky again so I pulled my shorts back up, got a drink of water and stood outside for some fresh air. One of Rachael´s friends from the swim team, Katelyn, was running past and spotted me. She waved and jogged up to the fence in the front yard. I watched her long, slender frame in a light-shirt and short running shorts approach.
¨Hey, tell Rach to meet me at my house at 10 for our jog!¨ I walked up sipping my water, grateful I was wearing black shorts so she couldn´t see what I was doing just before she stopped by. I was a little shy around her but I spit out an ¨Ok¨ when she got a pained look on her face.
¨Ahh!! Cramp!!¨ she yelped trying to find a way to stretch out she grimaced and hoisted her foot on to a fence post but no matter how she bent or flexed it wouldn´t go away. She chugged on a bottle of water but it still wouldn´t let up. I stood not sure what to do other than stare at her chest when she gasped.
¨Danny!! Can you push my foot back toward me!!??¨ I sprung into action looking at her big white sneaker, as I put my hand on the black sole and pushed her foot back toward her. She asked me to slip her shoe off to bend her foot further back and I flipped it off and down to the ground. Her feet were about as long as both of my hands together as I looked up her leg and felt the her foot squirming around. Her ankle socks were barely covering her heel and I could smell a bit of her feet; kinda glad she wore clean socks at least for this I thought to myself. I felt her arch and toes wriggling to relieve the pain as I tried to be helpful in spite of her sweaty feet.
¨My, my what big feet you have!¨ I kidded her. She looked up and smirked.
¨Hey, I borrowed these from your sister! Tell her they´re a little tight!¨ I hadn´t noticed since all my sister had done for the last two years is stomp around and complain about finding shoes she liked. Dad said it was because she was a girl and they all seem to get that way. He wasn´t too bothered as we put them in the basement because he said Erica could always wear them someday.
Her face lightened and she relaxed as I pushed as much as I could. Finally she let out a sigh and told me I could let go. I did as she asked and she moved her foot away. Now I noticed the white, dark pink and blue on her shoes as she put it back on the ground and put her toes back in and tied it back up.
¨That´s better!¨ she exclaimed as I stood there a little lost. ¨Thanks Danny!¨ she smiled at me and jogged on. I watched her going down the street and leaned over then let out an ¨Oww!!¨ as my cock was hard again and I hit it on the fence post. I limped inside and plopped down in the chair and got my dick out. I rubbed it until it stopped hurting the my thoughts turned to Katelyn. I imagined her breasts falling out of her top and her smile in that photo of her and Rachael after they won that relay last year. I also started thinking about holding her foot feeling it move and her toes moving right in front of me and again like magic more white stuff all over my hand and shorts!
I heaved a big sigh and got up with my leg twitching. I got some more water and looked at the pile of shoes by the front door. I noticed a pair of blue Adidas slides Rachael would wear around the house and put them up against my dad´s loafers... and her´s were a bit bigger! I looked inside, Dad wore a size 12 and Rachael´s were a men´s size 18! Must be why she´s such a good swimmer, I thought to myself.
The next day I sat outside when Katelyn and Rachael met up to go jogging. Katelyn looked so hot as I stood there trying not to let them see my boner. I watched Katelyn start to jog away and watched her tits bouncing. Even if they were gigantic I still loved them. I ran inside, sat down and pulled my cock out. I was doing ok thinking about Katelyn´s tits and her legs but I wasn´t able to get the white stuff like I had before. I stroked harder and harder but nothing. Then my mind drifted to yesterday and her foot, her shoes and and they way it all felt and suddenly something opened up for me. I got a big white splat on my hand; leaned back and took a deep breath.
A few days later I was alone again, it was raining out and Katelyn wasn´t out running. I got hard just thinking about her sitting in my bed but today all I could think about were her feet. Her long smooth arch, those long toes and the tiny bit of odor they had was all that was on my mind. I thought about that day and imagined it with her putting her foot up on the fence and me touching it all over, Katelyn telling me she loved it; closing her eyes, tipping her head back and licking her lips when I shot again.
After that for the rest of the summer I started noticing Katelyn and all of Rachael´s friends for their feet when they would come by. Some had feet as long as their shins, every time they stumbled I would get a laugh and a little excited. But they were all enormous compared to girls feet I would see everywhere else. As much as I thought about their feet I couldn´t feel the same excitement for girls my age and their tiny feet compared to these massive feet all around me. It was super awkard one day putting on my flip flops to take out the trash and seeing my mom´s white sneakers and seeing my cock rising up in my shorts. I dashed out to the trash can; flung the bag in and ran inside before anyone saw me. I ran to my room and shut the door and looked at my bedside table full of pics from the local paper with pictures that all showed at least a glimpse of girls´ feet in them. One was a picture of Rachael´s swim team posing after winning a recent tournament. I folded over the picture to hide her and smiled. It was going to be a good day I thought.
Where does Danny go next?
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