Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2019 02:27:28 +0200 (CEST)
From: toby5@tutanota.com
Subject: Shane After School: Part Two

Part Two

I grabbed my bike on the way out and we stopped by Shane's so he could get
his. On the way there, he piggy-backed a ride from me. He'd done this a
million times, but with the events of the previous night, all I could think
of was how his crotch was leaning into my back. I was hyper sensitive to
his touch and couldn't help but remember how good our bare skin felt
against each other, how warm, how soft it was. Shane jumped off when we got
to his driveway.

"Come in a sec, I gotta put some socks on," he said.

I was used to walking straight into Shane's house, just like he did at
mine. Shane was an only child and lived with his Mom, so it was usually
quiet or empty. I followed Shane up to his bedroom, which, as usual was a
mess of worn clothes. His Mom didn't clean up after him as much as mine
did. He sat on the bed and picked up some white socks from the floor. He
gave them a sniff, shrugged his shoulders and put them on. I'd always loved
the smell of Shane's bedroom. I didn't know why I like it so much, it just
smelt of Shane, unexplainable. I realised then that this smell was probably
largely to do with his well worn socks all over the place. For as long as I
could remember, I've loved the smell of feet. I'd smell my own feet and
dirty socks as a kid and weirdly enjoy it. My Mom and sister just thought
it was funny when I was younger. Watching Shane put his white crew socks
on, I wondered how good they must smell.

"Right, I just need a piss and then we're good to go," he said, walking out
of his room.

I stayed in his room whilst he did. As soon as he left the room, I picked
up a stray sock from the floor and inhaled it deeply. It had the same smell
I loved so much, except stronger. I contemplated stuffing it in my pocket
but I heard the bathroom door go again and threw it on the floor. I
followed Shane out of the back of the house and we got on our bikes.

We got to McDonalds and I locked up our bikes whilst Shane went in and
started ordering our food on the machine. Shane knew exactly what I wanted
because this was such a regular thing for us, we'd take it in turns to pay
for each other. As we sat and ate, we discussed what we were going to do.

"Are we going to the skate park again? It's gotten too busy lately, it's
shit," Shane said.

"We could go down to the lake?" I said. The lake was a well hidden
secret. It took about an hour to cycle there but it was a great day out
because it was empty and had loads of dirt tracks for our bikes.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Shall we stop by the shop on the way down and
get some snacks too?"

"Shane, you're literally eating a Big Mac!" I laughed.

"I know... but I'm going to have cravings after the ride down there."

"You're like a pregnant woman," I said. Shane shrugged in agreement.

We finished up and set out for the lake. We took it in turns to lead the
way. Yet again, I couldn't help but stare at Shane in a new light, staring
at his ass and legs as he cycled up hill. I could have been imagining it,
but I noticed him stealing glances at me too.

The journey was almost all uphill country lanes and there was only one shop
anywhere near the lake. We rode side by side as the road started to finally
go downhill near the shop. We didn't bother locking the bikes up because it
wasn't the sort of place that bikes were stolen. It was a small village
with the occasional old person. The door bell rang as we went into the shop
and the elderly man who ran it looked over his paper and smiled. We went
straight over to the pick and mix section and filled two big bags and
grabbed a big bottle of water. Shane emptied his change into my hand. I
tried to count it but gave up. The shopkeeper smiled at me and held out his
hands.

"You're short but I'll let you off," he said.

"Thank you," we both said.

"Here, I'll throw in a few ice-pops too. Have a good day, it's going to be
a hot one," he said.

We thanked him again and left, each opening an ice-pop.



We headed straight to the tracks. Shaded by the forest, we spent hours
going back and forth over dirt jumps. Then, when we got bored of that, we
climbed trees and found the rope swing we'd put up last year. Time flew by
as it always did when we hung out.

We eventually looked at our phones and realised it was getting late in the
afternoon. We agreed we'd rest a little then start heading back. We entered
the track that led to the lake. It was starting to get late and we'd been
riding for hours, the sun was still up though and it was still really
hot. Once we got out of the trees and into the open shore of the lake, I
took my T-Shirt off and Shane did the same. We threw them in my bag and
walked our bikes the rest of the way to the wooden pier.

"Oh my god, I'm so done," said Shane, dramatically dropping to floor.

"I know, my legs are killing," I said lying down next to him.

"It's cool, we can recharge whilst we sunbathe for a bit," he said, putting
his hands behind his head.

I put my bag under my head and closed my eyes for a few minutes. The lake
was quiet and there was hardly any wind. Shane eventually broke the
silence.

"Harry?" he said softly.

"Mmm," I grunted.

"You know the stuff last night?"

I turned my head so we were facing.

"I really liked it and well... I want to do more stuff if you want to," he
said confidently.

I smiled and opened my eyes wider to lock on to his gaze.

"Yeah, me too."

I rolled over and felt a cold squishy sensation to my rib. I looked down
and saw the third now melted ice-pop that had rolled out of my bag. Shane
hadn't noticed and I couldn't help myself. I waited for him to close his
eyes and then carefully placed it near his waistband.

"Slug!" I shouted. It worked perfectly.

He jumped up immediately and screamed like a girl.

"Fuck sake!" he laughed hysterically.

He bit the top and opened it. As he did, the juice poored out onto his
chest. He jumped up again, much to my amusement.

"I'm covered in juice now," Shane said, pointing to the sticky wet patch on
his chest.

I licked my thumb, rubbed his chest and then tasted.

"You taste good though," I said patting him on the back.

"Not in a gay way, but can you lick it off my chest?" he said.

"Shane," I said, "I don't think there's a non gay way to do that."

Shane shrugged.

Like a dog, I took a big lick of the patch between his nipples and finished
it with a little kiss on his chest.

"You're right. I definitely have a boner now," Shane laughed.

We lay side by side some more and Shane rested his head on my chest.

"Have you got to go to your Dad's tonight?" I asked Shane.

"Nope. He said he's busy..." Shane said rolling his eyes, "In fact, I think
I have a free house if my mom's working nights."

Shane got up and got his phone out. He text his Mom.

"If she is, we can stop at mine," he said.

I loved stopping at Shane's. His Mom was hardly there, and when she was, we
could do whatever we wanted. I'd have to lie to my Mom and tell her that
Shane's Mom was in or she'd never let me stop, but I'd done that plenty of
times.

A few minutes later, his phone rang.

"Yeah, okay Mom. Thanks. Have a good shift, love you, bye."

Shane smiled and confirmed what we were hoping.

We eventually got up to leave so that we would have enough daylight to get
home. We put our T-Shirts back on, finished off the last of our water and
headed home. Luckily, the journey back was mostly down hill and we were
able to just roll a good bit of the way home. By the time we got to
Shane's, the sun had set. We dropped our bikes in the back garden and got
inside. Shane's Mom had tidied up before she'd gone to work and left some
takeaway money on the side with a note.

"What are we eating?" Shane said.

"I could literally eat anything, I'm so hungry," I said, collapsing on the
sofa.

"Chinese?" He said in a slightly racist accent.

"Oooh good choice," I replied in an equally bad chinese accent.

I called the takeaway and placed our normal order whilst trying not to
laugh at Shane who was now squinting his eyes and imitating the man who ran
the place.

"You're such a child Shane," I laughed as I put the phone down.

Shane smiled in satisfaction and put the TV on. We watched some horror
series on Netflix until the food arrived. I kicked my shoes off and Shane
did the same. He kicked his shoe upwards hitting me in the chest. Without
really thinking, I picked it up and smelt the inside of it. It was warm and
pungent but I loved it.

"What are you doing?" Shane said laughing.

"I wanted to see how bad they smell," I said, slightly red in the face, I
threw the shoe back at him in an effort to laugh it off.

"I get you... It's strange but feet are like farts, you can't help but
deliberately smell them, it's addictive," he replied smelling his own shoe.

"Yeah!" I said, a little too excited to hear how well he understood my
obsession, "I thought it was just me."

"Well, we are complete weirdos, it's probably not normal," he said,
grabbing my shoe from the floor and smelling it.

"Mine definitely smell worse," Shane said, throwing mine at me. I took a
sniff.

"That's because you wear socks for days," I laughed, "I kind of like it
though," I said, taking another deeper sniff of his.

"It's a good job I'm as strange as you, because we'd both be weird loners,"
he laughed.

I couldn't disagree, Shane and I just had so much in common. Just then,
there was a knock at the front door. Shane leaned over and checked through
the curtain.

"Food's here," he said jumping up.

I went to the kitchen and got two plates and put them on the ottoman. Shane
shared out the food and as normal we'd ordered way too much. We filled our
plates and then put the rest in the fridge. It didn't take long for us to
demolish the food. I cleared up and dimmed the light so we could continue
watching the horror series. When I came back, Shane was laying down. I
lifted his legs and put them on my lap, resting my hands on him. We watched
the show idly for a couple of hours, chatting and joking.

"I'm aching so much," Shane said stretching his legs.

"Aww do you want a massage?" I said, tickling his legs.

"Do I get a happy ending?" he winked.

"Of course," I said, licking my lips.

"Let's go upstairs," Shane said excitedly.

We ran up to his bedroom, threw the messy clothes off of his bed and jumped
on.

Shane grabbed my face and started kissing me just like we had last
night. He grinded his crotch into mine and could feel through his shorts
that he was hard like I was. I don't know how long we kissed for, but it
was a long time because we were both sweating and catching our breath when
we stopped.

"Take my clothes off," said Shane "I want that massage."

I shuffled down to the bottom of the bed. I grabbed one of his ankles and
brought his socked foot to my face. The white crew sock smelt as incredible
as I'd hoped. He wiggled his toes as he stared at me. I slowly pulled the
socks off, threw them at him and started rubbing his soles. He smiled and
put his hand into his boxers to stroke himself. I brought his now bare foot
back to my face and resting his soft bare toes on my top lip, inhaling
deeply. I was in heaven. I let my tongue taste in between each toe before
licking up and down his soles. Shane had now pulled down his shorts and
boxers exposing him jerking off.

"I like that," he said smiling.

I eventually let his feet go and worked way up legs, pulling his clothes
the rest of the way off of his legs. I took Shane's hand and took it off of
his dick. I took hold of it and stroked slowly, examining it closely.

"Wow that's nice," he said, "I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

"Not yet," I said and stopped.

I took off his T-Shirt and slapped his bare butt.

"I've still got clothes on" I said.

Shane smiled and we swapped positions. Shane repeated what I had done to
him, he took great pleasure in sucking my toes and was jerking himself off
as he did so. By the time he'd taken all of my clothes off we were both as
horny as possible.

"Who's going to wank first?" I said excitedly.

"Let's do it together," Shane said repositioning himself.

We were laying side by side and started to stroke each other. It felt good
but we were both right-handed and it was awkward because our arms were
crossing over each other.

"Let's try something different," Shane said stopping.

He climbed on top of me and just about sat on my stomach.

"What are you doing?" I said laughing.

"If I get the position right, we can both use our good hands," he said
wiggling his bare butt against my tummy which felt amazing.

It was a strange position but he was right. We started again and it felt
amazing. We both moaned almost simultaneously as I felt my head go light
with pleasure, I felt Shane's butt cheeks tense up on my stomach and then,
as I squirted, a dash of warm cum dropped on my chest. It was only after
I'd recovered that I realised that this wasn't my cum, but Shane's, which
had dribbled off of his tummy and onto me. My cum had mostly landed on
Shane's right side of his tummy. We both lay panting for a moment before
Shane rolled onto his front and then climbed on top of me. Our torsos
rubbed against each other as he kissed me and our cum spread inbetween us.

"We're so gross," I laughed, looking down at the mess on our chests.

Shane leaned down close to my ear and whispered "I dare you to taste it."

He took his hand and wiped up our cum and then held it near my mouth. I
hesitated before closing my eyes and opening my mouth. I felt Shane's
finger wipe a glob of cum onto my tongue. I let it roll around my mouth and
then swallowed it.

"How did it taste? How did it taste?" Shane asked like an excited puppy.

"Try it yourself you freak," I laughed.

Without a seconds hesitation, Shane looked at his caked hand and licked the
entire length of his palm clean. I was impressed and more than a little
turned on.

"You're gross," I laughed.

"We both are. We should probably get a towel or something," he said whilst
climbing off of me.

We went to the bathroom together and wiped ourselves clean with a damp
towel. It was late now and we were absolutely exhausted, so it was no
suprise that once we got back into bed, we didn't stay awake much longer.

"I wish we could sleep together every night," I said.

"Me too Harry. Goodnight," he said.

That was the best nights sleep I'd ever had.



TBC...