Teen Boy Feet Novels & Stories

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.

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'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.

About an hour after, a croaky voice broke the silence. “Are you still afraid, Allyssa?”, asked the boy sitting very close to her. He’s about a year or two older than the girl and the others. His physique was somewhat odd. Everything about him was yellowish, from his lush hair to his skin, his eyes, and even his teeth. Aside from that, he’s a gorgeous lad with an already muscular body at an early age. “I’m okay now, Takif! I’m not scared anymore!”, Allyssa answered gleefully.

What I saw made the ground slip from under my feet. A teenage boy was lying in the field, twisting and screaming in pain. His body was transforming into something new and inhuman, and his eyes were changing colors and glowing. It was like he was shape-shifting into a weird form, with his bones cracking and reshaping. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he thrashed around in agony.

"Yes, I do. I will never forget that young handsome teenage boy." Tameka continues recanting Copeland's next visit to her house as a teenager: I open the door while talking to my friend, and who do I see? First, I see a pair of white and royal blue Jordan tennis shoes and dark blue jeans on a couple of long legs. Next, a royal blue, red, and white shirt tucked neatly into those fitted jeans. Then, as my eyes continued to travel up, I saw the long gorgeous neck and that face I had seen only fifteen minutes ago. Your lips begin to move with that cute smile on that handsome face.

The fool screams and wiggles to get away and fight back. I bring my foot away in pretense I'm implanting it back to the floor, only to aim a straight kick to his torso. I hit super hard with a malignant force that doesn't just break his ribs, but uplift him and missile him across to slam into a wall with a cry. "Phew," I stand back and clap my hands. "That should be the last of- the girls!" I find the four teens huddled in a corner by the front steps of the old building and scoot closer to them. They react frightfully, three of them seeming to be putting an anxious guard around their fourth who's weeping the most and clutching her body as she shivers.

Three of these humans were teenagers – two boys and a girl. The boys were charming, blessed with features that would turn the heads of any who saw them. Both of the boys were tall, but one was taller than the other. The shorter one had beautiful curly black hair and a well sculpted face. His eyes were gentle yet filled with strength, and his build was relatively good. The taller one was also a beautiful boy. His long blonde hair fell to his shoulders and his well-trimmed beard made him look a tad bit more mature. Although the sky was still a bit dark since the sun wasn’t fully up, one could see the beautiful sky if he/she looked into the boy’s eyes. They were blue and beautiful like turquois

he added a little worried. I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "Most of the sizes here starts at 8," he answered. "R-Really?" I winced a bit. "How about kids size?" "Kids here don't wear slippers or any kind of footwear unless they turn 12 where their feet turn size 8."

A single tear rolls down his face but still, he says nothing. I smash the mallet down hard onto the top of his foot, leaving only 3 toes untouched. As the mallet makes contact, a sickening crunch can be heard as the bones in his foot pop through his flesh. I hit the same spot again and again, turning his foot into a pile of mush, save the last 3 untouched toes. "We needed the girl!" He squeals out as sweat breaks out on his forehead and protrudes from his arm pits creating a river down his sides.