Teen Boy Feet Novels & Stories

I watch closely, not because I doubt him, but because I can’t not watch him. He’s fast. Faster than most kids his age. When they pair up, he is matched with a boy a year older than him. The boys is bigger, with broad shoulders and a confident smirk. “Try not to cry.” The boy taunts, still smirking. Aiden just tilts his head. “You talk too much.” He mutters, shaking his head. I bite back a smile. “Begin.” Jake calls out. They circle each other. The older boy lunges first, aggressively. Aiden ducks under his arm easily, spinning and sweeping the boy’s legs out from under him. The boy stumbles but catches himself before he falls to the ground.

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.

A ball of air formed on his fingers and he shot it with speed at his companion, causing the male to yelp and fly to avoid being shot at. He darted in the air above us and froze when his eyes landed on us and the crowd that had formed around us. He descended gracefully and smiled before bowing in front of us. The boy was at most two inches taller than me and his pine green eyes were vibrant. He had a lean figure and his hair was a wet mess around his head. His white tunic had mud at the middle of it. Some of the mud smudged his cheeks and forehead. He looked every bit the boy he was but it was hard to tell his age by just looking. Though if he were human, he would most definitely be fifteen,

My feet landed at an odd angle making me hiss through the coursing pain. I limped towards a large tree. I needed to wrap this up. I took the first aid kit and wrapped the stretchy cloth around my foot. I zipped the bag closed and stood up to bend my foot. I had to force it back into its place. "Oh look guys," a blonde boy said with fake enthusiasm. "Can't you believe it? We have a wandering, pathetic werewolf." He taunts. I glared at him, "Who are you calling pathetic? Is it me or you cause' obviously it sounds like you." I said with a menacing tone.

"Beloved." "Huh?" Caius frowned and looked behind him then back at the strange boy, his frown deepening. The boy looked to be around five feet and two inches. His hair was dark and his skin pale. His eyes were freckled gold with the background layered light red. He was dressed in a tunic and high waist pants and the smell of a rotting animal mixed with coconuts emanated from him. It was an odd smell, the sweet milky scent of fresh coconuts combined with the musky smell of a nine-day-old carcass.

He said and by the time he paused, I felt a very terrified cringe on my face that just happened to be there. “But it's not all bad. They grow up fast and before you know it, they are all grown already running around the house barefooted with their little squeals, the best thing ever. However… say goodbye to sex.” “What?” “No shit?” The boys exclaimed just in time, not failing to mask our shock.

Then again, when has he ever? "FUBAR or tap dance?" I twisted my chair around to face him. "We've got a pedo in the vicinity." Well fuck! It's been a while since we had one of those locally. "What kind? Is this some seventeen year old boy that kissed his sixteen year old girlfriend and pissed off her father, or the real deal?" "Oh he's the real deal, anything under twelve apparently." Sick fuck! "Where?" I was already getting to my feet. Some things you just have to see to right away.

He asked moving closer to me. I let go and backed away. The boy got up and went to the side of the girl, my gaze stayed on the boy. He had a strong build, one that you could tell he workout every day of the week, he was at least six feet tall, He was dressed up in a black sleeveless shirt, and grey joggers. I couldn't pick whether to look at his midnight dark hair or hazel eyes. He was kind of... Beautiful? He looked over his shoulder and gave them a look. They started to leave, and then the boy stopped.

Thea didn't move. "Wow, her clothes are getting dirty, Ben!" The slightly fat boy pointed at himself without forgetting to show off his yellow teeth. "Then do I have to wash it?" asked the knee-length jeans's boy. "You want to?" this time it was the turn of the tall boy behind him to ask. The knee-length jeans boy shook his head vigorously, "Of course not! Ha ha ha!" The little crowd almost choked on their laughter the moment someone appeared there. "What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, angry.

God knows losing your eyesight as a teenager sucked. After twenty painfully silent minutes, we walked up to the front gates of the local high school. Waiting against the gate with his arms crossed was the most ridiculous teenage boy I had ever seen. He was insanely bulky, as if full-on steroid usage was the culprit. “That’s Sean,” Vinny mumbled. I looked confused. “The guy Dad was talking about. The one who is going to babysit me.” “Holy shit. That kid does not look fifteen.” “I think he’s sixteen.”