Joe’s size 14’s stood before Jim as he watched his long toes flexing and wiggling in his slides. It looked kinda funny with him only being about 5’ 8” tall with those huge feet.
Out the group of them Joe was the one that picked on Jim the most. Usually in jest, but sometimes he wondered if he really liked him or just tolerated him to appease the others.
Joe must have had his old ratty sneakers on before putting on the slides he now wore. Jim could smell the musty locker room smell coming from his feet.
The other guys took off in opposite directions leaving Joe to remain there, wanting to start on his tan. The blanket quickly shifted as Joe shuffled around on it. Jim was tossed about and ended up being thrown directly into the middle of it. Joe took off his tank top exposing his perfectly molded chest and as he dropped it to the ground spotted a “bug” on the blanket.
“Damn bugs” he commented to himself. Lifting his foot in the air he aimed it directly over Jim. Just as he was about to squash the “bug” he had a better idea.
He quickly chugged the rest of the drink he had in his tall plastic cup and then, Slam ! “Caught him!” he said. Taking off his one sandal and placing it carefully on top to hold down the cup and prevent his new beach toy from escaping. He kicked off his other sandal, and settled in.
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