Teen Boy Feet Novels & Stories

My ten toes were painted cherry red and looked like a row of tiny seashells. A boy once said that my feet reminded him of gemstone artifacts treasured in a museum. "Your feet..." Heath's voice tensed. "They're exquisite." A surge of heat rushed to my lower abdomen. I blurted out almost unconsciously, "Do you w-want to touch them?" I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. It was too direct, not something an innocent college girl should be saying, but a certain desperate thrill made me anticipate his reaction.

He was extremely confident in his appearance. "Alas, it's about to start. Sit down and watch the last final with me." The girl pushed her brother onto the sofa and took out the snacks she had prepared. "You are always eating these snacks. No wonder you got fat." "You're the fat one! I have a standard figure." the young girl retorted unhappily. No one could shame her body! "You're fifteen years old now, but you're less than 5 feet. Don't you feel ashamed? I'm five foot eleven." The boy was being mean.

He ignored my plea and kept pounding me with that oversized, teenage cock. He was a big boy, way over six feet tall with a physique and strength to match his size. I guess it should have been no surprise he had a cock to match. He had told me he didn't go out for sports because he liked to do too many other things. Maybe this was one of the other things he liked to do. I silently wondered how many girls in his class had been pleasured by his cock.

I scream into Luara’s cheeks, the sound muffled and wet. The boys lose patience. Alfie and Maximo stand, grab my ankles, and use my feet like a toy, fucking the tight space between my soles until they both explode at the same time. Hot ropes stripe my shins, drip between my toes. I curl them, milking every drop, then bring one foot to my mouth and lick it clean while staring straight at the camera.

She started to move her leg back and forth, definitely calling attention to her heels. I couldn’t help but notice, as she did this, that she had the most beautiful feet and toes I had ever seen on an 18-year old girl. They were flawlessly polished the most stunning shade of baby pink imaginable. She saw me admiring her legs and toes, and she smiled at me, as if encouraging me to get all the eyeful I wanted.

Playing a particular song, I closed my eyes, breathing out softly in relief. “Help me! Somebody help me, please!” I could hear the faint cry of a boy. Since my mom was not in sight, I ran off towards the direction of the voice only to see a very handsome teenage boy, whose age I can't make guess of. One of the decade's play swings for kids had collapsed on him, probably when he tried to get on it.

A shape moves between the trees. Small. Very small. Then a child steps into the edge of the firelight. Everyone freezes. The boy can’t be older than eight. Maybe nine. He’s barefoot. His clothes are torn and muddy, hanging off his thin frame like they’ve been through the forest for days. His dark hair sticks in every direction, and his face is smudged with dirt. But that isn’t what makes my stomach drop. It’s what he’s got wrapped around his tiny waist. A dagger.

I laughed light-heartedly when she quickly and animatedly explained how much of a nuisance they are with their tricks and pranks. Seneca wiggles in my arms, anxious to be on her feet and stretch her little legs. “Down, down,” She huffs so I set her on the ground just as two rather tall boys come running into the main foyer, pushing and shoving at one another. “I thought they were only three?” I was confused at the size of the boys who looked older than their age, more like five or even closer to Zane's age. “Almost four,” Tawny quickly replies.

I sniffed the air I didn't recognise the scent even though it was pleasant. "Hiding from the party?" a smooth male voice asked. I looked up and my breath caught i was looking into the brown eyes of a teenage boy around my age he was tall and already muscular. He had light brown hair and a sallow skin complexion. He looked like he walked straight out of a boy band. "Yup it was boring." I replied pulling myself together and taking another swig from the bottle. He lowered himself to sit next to me removing his own shoes and socks and mirrored my action by putting his feet in the lake along side mine.

I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible. "Yeah," she sighed, tilting her head with satisfaction as I removed her left shoe. "You're a foot guy, I can tell. Some men like legs, some of them like tits or ass, but you like feet." "Ahhh..." I cleared my throat. "I guess so." "You're shaking like a leaf!" Shelly giggled. "It's okay. Relax, Bobby. Nobody's going to steal Christmas from you, I promise." "I'm sorry," I said, for no good reason at all. I could feel myself blushing as well, and my hands were trembling as I cradled her naked foot.