Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2020 20:21:28 +0000 From: Makehimdrycum Subject: Little League Sneakers At age 25, sometimes waking up for work feels more like a punishment than a necessity. I dreaded getting up in the morning, but that all changed one morning. As I opened the store, a young boy walked in and began pacing awkwardly along the shelves. He looked too young to be by himself, and he was clearly overwhelmed from shoe shopping by himself for the first time. I approached the boy with a smile, greeting him with the routine, "Hi, I'm Paul. Can I help you find something?" The boy replied, "Hi, I'm Sam. I start little league tomorrow, and I still need shoes, but I don't know what the right shoes are." "Okay, let's find you some good running sneakers then," I replied, "But first we need to get your size. Why don't you take a seat and I'll measure your feet." He sat down and my heart started racing, as I knelt in front of him, unlacing his shoes, and admiring his smooth white skin and dark brown hair. "So how old are you, Sam?" I asked. "I'm eight!" he replied. "What a great age," I choked, trying not to say anything inappropriate. With my hands on his dirty sneakers, I started to feel my cock throb between my leg and my jeans as I took off the first shoe, revealing his smooth soles. "Most people only measure one foot when getting their size," I started, "But I like to measure both just in case." I felt precum pouring from my cock, as I removed the second shoe. "Your old shoes are definitely too small. They must make your feet hurt," I said, already massaging Sam's soles, and running my fingers between his toes. "Yeah but you're making them feel better," he moaned, causing me to involuntarily moan too, forgetting for a moment that I was at work. I started to measure one foot, already knowing just from looking that's he's a size 4, but I couldn't resist touching his sexy little feet as much as I could. "Size 4!" I exclaimed, "Now let's check the other one." I grabbed his other hairless little leg, and put my face in close, preparing to measure his second perfect foot. It took all of my self-restraint to not start sucking his little toes, but couldn't help secretly sniffing just a little. Then, I rested his first foot on my cock, carefully grinding against it, precum visibly soaking my pants. "Another size 4!" I said, placing a second boy foot on my crotch. He didn't seem to mind. Reluctantly, I got up to grab a pair of shoes for him, and laced them up, trying to catch a glimpse up his shorts. I could see his smooth thighs reach his hips, but couldn't get a peek of his cock. "Do you have a cock strap yet?" I slipped, "If not, you can get a jock while you're here. I'll even let you try it on if you don't know your size." He agreed, and I sent him to a fitting room with a few selections to try on. "I'm not sure it fits right," he murmured from the dressing room, just before opening the door to reveal himself wearing nothing but sneakers and the jock. My heart stopped, as I stand there speechlessly admiring his eight year old body. "It should fit like this," I explained, dropping my own pants to show him my jock, and my huge, hairy bulge inches from his face. I imagined fucking him right then and there, causing my cockhead to pop out from the side of my underwear. "I can adjust it for you," I panicked, using it as an excuse to rub his cock through the tight little jock. I turned him around, and rubbed a finger on his hole, before telling him to try on the others and pick a favorite. Sam chose a jock, and walked up to the register. "Don't worry about paying, these are a gift from me," I said before he even reached the front. "Really?! Thank you!" he shouted, hugging me around my waist, his face directly on my dick, wet with precum. As he ran out the door, I quickly collected his old sneakers and unwanted jock straps, no longer able to resist the urge to sniff them. Before I knew it, my cock was out and I blew my load into his little sneaker, moaning loudly, while remembering the feeling of his little cock in my hand. Moments after cleaning up and evidence of my cum, Sam's father rushed into the store, Sam in hand, apologizing and thinking that his son had stolen from me. "I'm so sorry," Sam's dad cried, "Here are the things he took." "It's okay. He can keep them," I replied. Sam's dad asked, "Is there a way I can compensate you? I don't have my wallet with me." I grinned, and offered a deal. "You don't have to pay me back, but Sam needs to come to the store once a week to help clean up. Does that sound fair?" Sam's dad agreed, replying, "Then you will be seeing this boy first thing next Saturday, and every Saturday until everything is paid off!"