Nerd With Big Feet
Seems like there is honestly a huge cultural difference between generations that never gets mentioned. I only participated in three fights my entire time in school. My dad said when he was in school, they had fights literally daily, and one of my HS teachers said when he started teaching that fights were frequent until a school camera system was installed.
Maybe we are just more chill nowadays. Maybe it’s because we’re the first generation without hugely elevated levels of lead in our blood. I don’t know. But people fight less these days.
Of course, there are exceptions.
Like a few weeks ago when some nerdy piece of shit decided to say something about my grandfather who had passed in Dec of last year. From what folks later told me, this guy used to be rather timid and whatnot but had recently taken courses on how to be a so-called “alpha male”. Yes, these courses gave him confidence and bravado, but not skill. I had to give him a different course to study on. Mind you this jerk was a nerdy nothing named Kevin, but my hands are rated E for everyone. Got a big mouth, you better have the hands to back it up.
He was a slender handsome nerd with nebbish glasses and big feet. Behind the glasses were big blue eyes and they contrasted nicely with his brunet hair. He must have been attempting to test the alpha male waters with me because he chose to do battle by the sparsely populated/visited lot by the antique shop. He sat his glasses aside in a safe patch of grass and told me something about how he was going to be demonstrating some new fighting moves he had on me. Unfortunately for Kevin, he never even got the opportunity to show off the full extent of his own skills because I clipped him during an early exchange that led to a rapid-fire finish in the onset of the battle.
Kevin began the “fight” strong on his big, beautiful feet (size 13) and it appeared that he may have caused me to look surprised/worried early, which probably only bolstered his confidence. He just charged right on in again, but this strategy backfired a moment later when I clipped Kev with a huge right hand during an exchange where both of us came forward with aggressive punches.
Kevin staggered backward toward the wooden fence and that allowed me to stalk forward. I measured my shots before unleashing a perfectly timed left straight down the middle that blasted the handsome nerd and sent him crashing to the ground.
When I knocked Eddie Clayton out, I watched this nerd’s eyes rolled back into his head. I’d also seen his veins popping out his head and feared he had a concussion. He was gone, this shit was over. Too bad there was no one around to see it.
So…
Edward Clayton was lying unconscious on the concrete path by the antique shop. I asked loudly if he was alright and whether he needed some help. I didn’t know if maybe I’d accidentally killed him. He roused himself, looked around for where he’d placed his glasses for safety, put them on and declared that he was fine. got onto one elbow and said he was fine. He looked groggy. I hesitated, asked him again if there was anything he needed, then walked on.
As I walked away the man called out ‘see ya!’ I mean … as if we weren’t just trying to beat each other’s brains out minutes earlier! Then he collapsed and I ran over to him and got him to sit on the back porch of the antique shop. He told me he was aching from his toes up as I sat beside him. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to walk to the station to get home.
Don’t ask me why, but his helplessness had me turned on. So of course, when I told Ed to relax and I would massage his feet.... WOW. As soon as he put her feet in my lap and I took off his Adidas … there was a distinct odor of foot. I slid off his slightly damp socks too. What the hell?? The smell of this nerd’s big, beautiful feet... Is this something I can get over, or is this something where I’ll just have to give into my carnal cravings?
A genuine smile spreads across Eddie’s handsome, somewhat bewildered face. He leans back further on the porch, prompting me to get off the porch and kneel on the ground in front of him. Then the unexpected: Ed leans down from the porch, pushes me back, seizes my ankles and places my feet in his lap! Then he pulls his own shirt up over his head and just tosses it aside. I gasp as a shirtless Edward Clayton unlaces my right Nilke sneaker and then pulls it off. He brings the shoe to his nose and breathes in deeply. At this point I’m frantically undoing my belt and fly, revealing my throbbing member right there behind the antique shop. Sure, it was closed, but anyone could have just walked behind the place and seen us. Meanwhile Ed is in ecstasy having removed both my sneakers and licks and sucks on my socked feet. My feet are size 10 with well-shaped arches.
I bring my left foot up to Eddie's mouth, who in return gently nibbles at my toes and then pulls at my sock with his teeth, revealing my bare foot. I rub Josh's bare torso with my naked foot. The handsome nerd slowly removes my second sock, kissing each part of my exposed foot as it’s revealed. When that foot is bare, Ed sucks on my big toe with rapture. He also tugs frantically at his cock. There are beads of sweat trailing down his hairless pecks.
Then I took my turn.
I suck, kiss and lick every part of Edward Clayton’s big feet, top and bottom whilst the nerd moves closer and closer to climax.
"Oh shit!" gasps Eddie, "I'm getting close!” I then leap up from the porch to place my hand around the nerd’s cock, and then I replace my hand with my mouth. That moment, speechlessly, Ed lies back on the porch with sharp pants, arches his back, takes a deep breath and gives an earth-shattering moan. I take it all into my mouth before stepping back and swallowing the pearly fluid with a satisfied smile!
To be continued…