Teen Boy Feet Novels & Stories

But then the voice came again, closer this time, laced with a familiar kind of teenage arrogance. “Unless there's another giant walking around here in a winter coat, I’m talking to you.” I turned slowly. A boy stood a few feet away, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He was tall for his age, lean and wiry, with dark hair that refused to stay neat and eyes that were too familiar. He looked about fourteen. He was at that age when boys are all limbs and bold questions, old enough to be cocky but young enough not to know what real fear feels like yet. He stared at my face for a long, quiet moment, his brows lifting in slow realization.

It was the kind of laughter that’d lead to tears. For all he was young, Seamus had a habit of reading into stuff, was quite perceptive for a kid his age. At fourteen, I’d been concerned about my dick, the pussy I could shove it in, and how fast I could come. In between that, I’d worried about learning the ropes, figuring out how to throat punch someone to death—and never quite managing to do it—and trying to avoid Da’s fists. All in all, fourteen had been a good year. Things had gone to shit around twelve months or so later.

“Stay away.” Whether he favored his right leg showing its weakness, or if it was simply closest, Jeff wasn’t sure, but the boy kicked him in the calf, causing him to topple forward and bang the pavement, scraping his hands. “Teach you to backtalk me, freak.” His next kick rolled Jeff on his side.

"What's so funny!" I giggled more, holding my tummy. "I'm just pulling your leg, you're so gullible!" His little foot stomped, and he huffed. "I am not a gupy, you're a mean missy." I wonder if he realized a gupy was a fish. The ginger boy stepped closer, I thought he'd leave after my little prank, but his toothy grin contradicted the idea. To my surprise, he came over and gripped my pant leg. I blinked, looking down at the boy who could be no more than eight or seven, he barely reached my waist.

"Alright let's go." At seventeen, i am already standing at six foot flat and the two boys beside me are also towering in almost the same height. We were endowed with good looks and charms but it's sad to say that, this is all an all boy’s school. No females, not even in the members of the faculty staff.

I lied. from the look of his face I could tell he still got some things to ask before I cuts in... "...Can you take me to the basketball Court?" I asked. "Yeah sure!!" He admits then we proceeded. "How old are you?" He asked. "Am thirteen" I responded without delay then returned the question to him. "Am a year older" he replied. "Wow, that means you're fourteen?" I asked. "Yup" he responded. "For how long have you been in this school? I asked.

Sethlzaar saw the excrement before the boy stepped in it, continuing on his retreat without pause. The other boy had complained about feeling something on his leg. Deciding to join his exited companion, he turned after tugging on Te'am's arm, and made his retreat, stepping in the same disheveled mound of excrement as the other boy had. He paused just briefly enough to let out a cuss.

I say with a bright smile. The boy nods, not losing his tense state as he gestures for me to follow him. As he leads me towards where our border meets the outskirts of the human town, the scent of blood increases. He goes around a tree and a boy who looks about my age is leaning against it. I'm unsure what's more shocking; his black eye or the bear trap his foot is caught in. His foot is covered in blood.

The boy was in his teenage years and didn't seem to be any older than fourteen with jet-black hair and fearful brown eyes that looked like they'd been through hell and back. "Thank you," I said gently, my hands rubbing my exposed arms to warm them up a little. The wind had picked up speed and most people had already gone inside to keep themselves warm.

There was a doorway on the right, but Darrion focused on the figure sitting on the ground. It wasn’t a little boy. It was a teenage boy, he has bigger body than Haku or Ruta. His dark blue hair was slightly messy and jutting upwards, and he has white side bangs. He was holding his foot and Darrion could see blood seeping out from his bare sole. Near his feet were shards of glasses scattered. Darrion put two and two together and understood what just happened. Still, he couldn’t hide his shock. He immediately approached the kid who tried to cower away from him.