Shoe Horny – Page 3 – Gay Footwear Erotica

2.4. Baiting the Hook

Twelve-year-old Brandon had never been fishing before. But Timmy had insisted. Timmy was about his age and often spent summers with his grandmother, who happened to live next door to Brandon. Between Timmy’s carefree, gung-ho attitude and the fact that he had a small, kid-sized spincast reel that looked like it had been manufactured by…

Edging

– A Horny Short – The paint roller blazed a sticky highway of pale green up the smooth gray walls of the Hollingsworth foyer, announcing its wet progress like the lapping of a dozen tiny tongues. Trevor looked up from his perch atop the ladder and watched as his mentor deftly pivoted the end of…

Best Man

– A Horny Short – That I was surprised when Ted asked me to be his best man is an understatement. This was—in part—due to my assumption that he had oceans of friends at his disposal. He was handsome, affable, and though he was too modest to admit it, I gathered from the series of…

2.3. Happenstance

Anthony stood with his Muck boot on a fallen log as he peered out over the boggy forest. Brandon’s eyes flashed to the stippled rubber upper, the way it gently creased above Anthony’s toe as he leaned forward. It was a quick glance, but nothing that got the better of him. He resumed tightening to…

Down the Drain

– A Horny Short – Gavin gently brought the sole of his sneaker down onto Josh’s basketball shorts. He gently teased the straining manhood beneath, making small circles with the ball of his foot. The zigzagged grooves of his tread gripped the shiny nylon material, sliding it over the swollen glans. Josh whimpered slightly and…

2.2. Pieces

Brandon woke the next morning and knew two things with absolute certainty before he had even rolled out of bed. The first was that the yellowed 1950’s acoustic ceiling tiles on the ceiling needed to go. Today. The morning sun was already high enough that it reflected off of the ripple glass patio table below,…

Rescued

– A Horny Short – The moment I stepped out of the car and my foot felt the loose gravel that was scattered over the parking lot, I grew excited. It could have been the crisp day, the bright yellow leaves dotting the path like autumnal confetti. Maybe it was the feel of the slightly-too-big…

2.1. Kyle

“Isn’t that right, Brandon?” Lydia’s question cut through the abyss. Brandon snapped back, catching the pointed look she was shooting him from across the conference table. He had wandered off again–had it been to the dim interior of the garage this time? No. As the clouds lifted, he shifted forward in his seat and folded…