Shoe Horny – Page 2 – Gay Footwear Erotica

2.10 Equinox

Elaine Arbogast placed a wedge of coffee cake in front of Brandon. He looked down at the crumbled topping, which had slid onto the bone china like an indelicate avalanche. His father’s beloved Wedgewood—the ones with the gold band and the scalloped edge which used to be reserved for Sunday afternoon visits from his grandmother….

2.9 Well, That Was Unexpected

Before he could register what was happening, Brandon was backed into the kitchen counter. The kiss came impassioned, almost urgent. His hands scrabbled on the edge of the cool quartz as he moved to steady himself against the unexpected force. He could hear the soft thuds of tomatoes hitting the floor. But before he had…

2.8 Let Go

Brandon tapped his foot nervously on the floor and cupped the standard-issue white coffee cup, which he had ordered not because he had been particularly interested in sampling what sludge this cafe was passing for coffee, but because it gave his hands something to do. What was he doing here? He heaved a gusty sigh…

First Obsession – Part 2

– A Horny Short – Most people with interesting fetishes can recount the first experience that cemented their proclivity. But much like a first kiss, these defining moments are not often synonymous with the most remarkable ones. Derrick was no different. His life promised to be filled with boys and rubber boots…and better, boys with…

First Obsession – Part 1

– A Horny Short – Derrick knew the first time he saw Simon Glass wear a pair of rubber Hunters to school that his life would never be the same. All the other kids had worn puffy insulated boots with shiny material that made them whisper and whine against each other when they came trekking…

2.7. Best Laid Plans

Brandon felt the splatter of the August-stiffened grass beneath his sneakers as he broke into a jog across the back yard. He wasn’t sure if his pace was quickened by a desire to catch Kyle before he had prematurely sprung the trap, or so as not to miss a single moment should he blunder into…

2.6. Seized

Brandon’s blood was a hissing metronome is his ears as the RAV ascended the slope toward the farmhouse. Seeing Kyle today was far sooner than he had planned. He doubted the patch of ground he had painstakingly churned for the occasion was sufficiently saturated from just one summer downpour. He had envisioned testing it himself—even…

2.5. First Steps

Anthony glanced at the top corner of his cell screen. Where the bars were supposed to be was nothing but dashes—just a few stitches of white pixels to announce the promise of solitude. He couldn’t suppress a smile as he looked up at the green-gray leaves hissing in the hot sigh of the September afternoon….