Teen Boy Feet Novels & Stories

In the early afternoon, we made it to the ice rink. "Shoe size sir?" The young boy behind the counter asked Leo. "Men's 15." He replied. "Jesus, you have enormous feet," I said in astonishment. "You know what they say about men with big feet," He whispered with a smirk. "You're not a man. You're a child." I said. "And your shoe size pretty lady?" The man behind the counter asked. Leo stepped in front of me, "She's a women's five," he said, forcing the boy to look away from me to him.

They were all teens now, except Zane's growth spurt didn't just hit so whilst the other fourteen-year-olds were growing taller and bulkier, Zane was short and skinny still. He remembered vividly the sun on his skin that day, how hot it had been. The sweat soaked his shirt and mixed with blood as they kicked him down. Anytime they slammed their converse soles into Asher’s stomach or face, they’d laugh…Asher’s own voice was the loudest.

What can I say, I guess I just love having a large pole in my hand. “Stop it! Give that back!” I hear an agitated voice shout. I look over to see a group of three 16-year-old-looking boys playing keep away with another boy's sketchbook. “Aww whatcha gonna do? Cry to your human mummy?” the tallest boy taunts. Another kid snorts, “What a loser, what kind of sirna can’t even morph?”

he squeaked “did I miss anything?” The boy looked up at me briefly with his gleaming green eyes before fixing them on the others. He wore a black jacket that had soft wool around the collar and looked much too big for him. His light blue shirt was adorned with paw prints travelling up his right side, but they too hung down over his grey pants. His boots were also black and looked like they were made entirely of belts with red skull buckles down one side. “You missed the Newbie joining us” the guy opposite me croaked, staring at me with his ice blue eyes.

The boy with a brown hair wearing his disdainful face he gives to Baxter. Baxter lift his eyes to the group and squint it a little to decrease the blinding of the sky to his eyes. "Sorry, I just wandered around." He silently apologized to the boy who's now standing above him looking down to him, same as the other three. "Wandering alone in the woods is not safe for a li'l boy like you." Said the other boy who have an Asian look at his face. "I'm not a little boy anymore. I'm fifteen, it's called teenager and I'm one of them." Baxter explained his side and that made one of the boys give him an amused look.

He felt proud that he was the cause of that hardness. There was this one shy boy he dated in high school, Callum. With a petite figure, light skin and cute dimples. Yes, dimples are one of his weaknesses. They had to break up when Callum needed to go to London. He never saw him after that. It was his first and last physical experience with a male.

He's been studying me for far too long. "Why are you so unsteady on your feet?" he asks instead of answering my question. I turn slightly in my chair and push my feet out from under the table so my legs are extended. "These sticks are too long for me and my feet too large. It's been that way since I turned ten. Maybe neither are the right size for my body." I smile to let him know the question doesn't bother me, but then it doesn't seem to bother him to have asked, so I'm unsure why I bother.

He's been studying me for far too long. "Why are you so unsteady on your feet?" he asks instead of answering my question. I turn slightly in my chair and push my feet out from under the table so my legs are extended. "These sticks are too long for me and my feet too large. It's been that way since I turned ten. Maybe neither are the right size for my body." I smile to let him know the question doesn't bother me, but then it doesn't seem to bother him to have asked, so I'm unsure why I bother.

Small sips. The boy watched me intently as I somehow managed to restrain myself, only allowing myself a couple of slow, small sips. He was in his teens, with awkward, gangly limbs and scruffy light brown hair. His skin was pale, but he had ruddy cheeks with freckles over his nose, and he dressed similarly to that Ollie kid. Oversized shirt that looked like it had never seen soap in its life and pants that were being kept together by random patchwork.

Once it was on he felt something similar being slipped onto his left foot. The boy was finally allowed up off the enema rail and he was able to pull up his right leg enough to see what was on his feet. He was wearing very strange leather boots, but instead of soles like regular shoes, his boots had horseshoes under his toes. The inside of the boots were designed to force Cody to only walk and stand with his toes over the horse shoes, which was extremely uncomfortable and awkward.