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by Sean Meriwether
[Lethe Press, 10.2009]

Originally published in Love Under Foot: An Erotic Celebration of Feet [Haworth Press, 01.2004]

Sneaker Queen

One night in the intense moment between foreplay and fucking, we started talking about our first sexual experiences. It was the perfect opportunity to tell Wade about Mr. Waldrin’s sneakers.

“I was thirteen,” I said. That got his attention. “It was high summer and it was so hot I couldn’t sleep. I heard a noise outside, like laughter, and I got up and went to the window. My bedroom overlooked Mr. Waldrin’s backyard. He had a pool and did laps every morning. I watched him religiously that whole summer. He was a lean, attractive man with hair running down the center of his chest into the tight Speedos he wore. I knew I wanted him before I knew what I wanted him for.

“When I looked down that night, Mr. Waldrin was sitting with a blond guy. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the way they were arranged, so intimately in the dark, wearing nothing but running shorts and sneakers, it made all the vague feelings I’d been having come into focus. I was instantly hard.”

Wade laughed lightly and squeezed my cock. “You’re still hard,” he said. He jerked me slowly as I relived that memory.

“Mr. Waldrin tugged at the other man’s shorts, and they play-fought, and then kissed, which sent my heart into a state of panic. I touched my cock through my damp pajamas—the little worm that had become such a greedy monster—and watched my neighbor stand up and take off his shorts. I’d seen him near naked all summer, but nothing prepared me for his thick erection. The blond guy dropped to his knees and took it into his mouth. Mr. Waldrin’s body slowly tensed like a spring as the man’s head bobbed faster, and then he grunted and pushed the guy away and shot a load across his chest and the ground.

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