The other day I had to go hunting for shoes. I was invited to a pretty formal wedding so I had to find pretty formal shoes. I don't know about you, but when I go shopping I choose the shop that has nice things in the window and cute guys inside. Also, I tend to go mid-week so the cute guy can give me all his attention, and whenever possible I wear something provocative so I can stimulate his sexual juices. I found exactly what I was looking for in a shop called Bootique. I wasn't particularly taken by the naff name of the shop, but I liked both the name and the look of the twink at my feet. It was Andrew, and he had it pinned to his open necked shirt. Of course I was wearing my khaki shorts with the loose crotch, so Andy couldn't help but notice the packet beneath my pocket so to speak, especially as he was kneeling in front of me and looking right up my inside leg.

Like most guys I guess, I have one foot slightly bigger than the other, and he was doing his best to get it into the shoe. He already had a nice tight little grip on the back of my bare leg and the effort was bringing his fair little face nearer and nearer my crotch. To make matters worse the shoe horn was stuck at the back of the shoe so he was slowly working his way between my legs to get a good hold on it. In fact, if it hadn't been for the other people in the shop, I'd have popped out my dick and asked him to blow me. I suggested he wait awhile as all the spontaneous combustion was making my foot swell. I suggested he go serve someone else and get back to me later, since by now it wasn't only my foot that was swelling. I'd noticed his fairy tale nipples through his open necked shirt and smelt the sweet sweat of him. He told me if I'd accompany him to the back of the shop he might have something there that would do the trick. I duly followed him, feeling somewhat of a jerk with a shoe horn sticking out of my shoe, and wondering what he had in mind.

It didn't take me long to find out. We'd only just turned a corner where we were hidden from view by a stack of boxes when he had his hand up my crotch and his tongue in my mouth. My dick began to feel like a shoe horn itself and made me want to work my way into his shoe lining and try him for size. So I grabbed the front of his pants and had one hell of a surprise. His body was slight, his ass was tight, but this twink had one hunk of a dick. I wedged him up against the wall and began to work him with my groin, then common sense prevailed and I asked him to cool it. By now the shock of our encounter had released the shoe horn from my foot and mission accomplished, we returned to the main part of the shop. He got me a pair of slightly larger shoes, I paid for them by credit card and left my mobile phone number. I'd only gotten as far as the coffee bar down the street when he phoned to say he'd meet me there in ten minutes.

I'm a quick mover myself, but this twink was something else. He gave me a cheeky smile and said it was his coffee break. We only had twenty minutes. His place or mine? I asked him if we couldn't meet after work or something, but he said his motto was always to strike while the iron's hot. So we ended up in his place, and believe you me, his iron was most definitely hot. We didn't waste time on formalities and lubed each other up, then got down to business so to speak. He made it instantly clear that he wanted me inside him, and chomped on my dick with his ass like a deranged barracuda. I knotted my hand round his dick and brought him into line. I gave him as good as I got. And better. I whipped him with my dick and whipped him off with my hand. I churned his ass to butter and drew thick cream from his penitent penis. I made him cry in pain and sob with joy. I licked his snow white body and sucked his ruby red nipples and left him begging for more. I wanted him to know who was boss, as I sure hadn't appreciated how he'd manipulated me and made me feel like a pawn in his sex game. I told him I'd like to see him again but on my own terms. I wanted him licking my shoes and grovelling at my feet.

I waited for him after work. I took him home with me, and he was as sweet as a damask rose. I kissed him tenderly and opened up his petals. I made every pore of his silky body ooze with desire until he was sending out perfumed messages of lust and shivering with anticipation at my touch. I made his succulent cherry nipples dance to the tip of my tongue. I moistened my mouth with pre-cum from his long schlong, and then sipped his tight little butt open to allow it to suck the jizz from my dick. This time I wanted to be in control, but his long low moans made me horny for him and soon I was once again his slave. I tried to play hard to get and told him if he wanted my prick in his rose bush, he had to water it first. But he hosed me so good that once again, he brought out the beast in me, and I lost control completely.

I pounced and penetrated and pummelled and tore at his ass and desiccated his dick and had him crying for mercy. But I knew he wanted more. I tried to humiliate him at the moment of ejaculation and erupted all over him, but his tongue darted forth thirstily to lap up the warm milk I was feeding him. He was still the one calling the shots. He knew exactly what made me hot for him and how to turn me on. Even today just the thought of his barracuda butt, his thick dong and those cherry red nipples sets my tongue on fire, and brings my dick to boiling point. He has such a strong hold on my sexual shoe horn that, without him I'd be shoeless and clueless. We've been together for six months now, and I don't mind admitting that I'm the slave and he's my master, but I wouldn't have it any other way. He excites me, ignites me and delights me. In fact my cup runneth over, and I'm more than happy with my handsome horn of plenty. I've also got a fine selection of shoes.