Lebron Toes Novels & Stories

Instead, I tore a piece of leather from my already fraying duffel bag and pulled out the small tube of toothpaste and hydrogen peroxide I'd carried with me in case of any minor injuries during tryouts. I mixed them into a paste and began scrubbing the shoes vigorously. Thankfully, the latte stains lifted easily enough, and I worked quickly, determined to return them before the end of the day. After some time, the shoes looked decent again. I was just about to find a spot to dry them when I bumped straight into Leo coming off the soccer field with his jersey slung over his shoulder revealing his toned upper body glistening with sweat. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, but before I coul

"I like being the first." He worked the finger in and out, scissoring it, opening Leo up. Leo squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust to the foreign sensation. There was a burn, a stretch that bordered on pain, but underneath it was a spark of something else. A pressure that made his toes curl.

We all laugh at Jalen because we know he always wants the girls to be looking. Admiring the shoes in his arms, I decided to put Asher out of his misery so we can speed up the damn process and we get the fuck out of this house. “Those shoes are clean, bro. You can’t go wrong with the all-black J’s.” I point to the Jordans in his right arm. “See, y’all. Was that so hard to do?” Asher huffs out looking over at Liam with a frown on his face. “At least I know Evander has my back”.

With a grin, he unzipped his pants, whipping out his growing cock—thick as her wrist, veined and heavy, already half-hard and swinging free. It bobbed in the air, the head glistening, drawing her eyes despite herself. 'Don't worry, Joash,' LeBron said, voice smooth as silk. 'I love stubborn girls. Breaks 'em in just right.' He grabbed her wrist, leading her away from Joash, his free hand still clutching his shaft, stroking it to full hardness as they moved.

He slid her high heel off. Leaning forward he did the same with her other shoe. She was stiff with apprehension, but she didn't try to back away from his firm touch. He placed her barefoot on the floor, watching as her toes curled into the soft carpet. Her tiny toenails were painted bright pink. He wanted to lick her toes and feel them curl against his tongue the way they did in the carpet.

Summer is approaching, a period to sample fine bikinis and sexy feet… Just like that of my photographer! I don't mean to stare, but there it is… The delicate arch of his size 12 feet, the way his toes curl as he shifts to get the best position. He squats, pinning on his goddamn fine toes, and snaps. It's rare to see a man whose feet glisten like they’ve never touched gravel. Neatly pedicured. Perfect.

Yvo led the way, spinning the ball with effortless precision before tossing it up and catching it again, his smirk daring the other team to keep up. Leo’s blue team followed, a wave of calm against the blaze of red. Their jerseys shimmered under the lights, the deep blue contrasting sharply with the red on the court. Every stride was measured, each step controlled, movements almost choreographed. Leo adjusted his wristband as he stepped into position, posture relaxed yet alert, eyes sweeping the court like a strategist plotting his next move.

I'm around five weeks from my due date and I'm so excited. "Give me a minute!" I shout as I get off my bed. My walk, is basically a waddle now that my stomach is so freaking big. Leo got me the most comfortable shoes that I ever worn because me feet look like sausages. Slowly making my way down the stairs, I put as much weight as I can on the hand rail. "Took you long enough," Leon jokes as he kicks his legs up on the couch. He hands me my hot chocolate and I take a sip of it.

said the model who previously helped Lea up. Lea took the shoes she was wearing and saw that the heels had been broken. She showed the shoes to Fely. "Look, Ms. Fely, I'm not making this up at all or just being cranky to trouble your assistant. These shoes are damaged or damaged on purpose," Lea said in a flat tone.

“Yeah. I figured I’d get a feel for the place before practice kicks off.” LeBron gave me another long look, the kind where someone sizes you up without saying it. I knew that look well, I’d given it to other players myself, back home. It wasn't exactly hard to notice. Six foot four, built like I was carved to rebound, with broad shoulders that filled out the sleeveless jersey. My skin was dark, deep-toned, the kind that made the white numbers on the jersey pop even more. Sweat already clung to my collarbones from the light warm-up I’d been doing earlier, and my hair, thick, jet black was trimmed low on the sides but left messy and natural on top.