The Case of the Shoe Snatcher

Well, ladies, the house has officially been christened.

Nic and I have had a little bet going on as to who will be the first to have sex in the new house.

Obviously, I won that bet.

Interesting story, really...

I was being the usual horny bastard that I am yesterday when I hopped online to see if there was anyone that might be able to help me. I found several candidates, but one in particular was exceptionally cute and eager. We'll call him Mr. Gherkin. That should be pretty self-explanatory.

I invited him over, and he accepted my invitation. Not before letting me in on a little piece of information, though. Information about a sort of fetish he has.

He likes to wear other people's shoes. A bit weird, I know.

I assessed the situation and determined that it was fairly harmless. I extended my offer once again for him to come over, and he accepted once again. 30-45 minutes later he showed up at my front door.

I showed him up to my room, and he immediately ripped my pants off and dropped to his knees. A boy that knows how to please! Several minutes into it, I heard the garage door opening; Mr. Anaconda was home. I shrugged my shoulders and gave him my 'Why are you stopping?' look.

Moments before cumming, Mr. Anaconda was on his way out again.

After I was all done, I collapsed on my bed for a few moments. That's when he did opened his mouth. I really hate when they do that. As Mr. Bumble says, "Shhh!"

After throwing a load of laundry in the washer and drinking a bottle of water, I was ready for business. Long story short, I fucked him.

I couldn't help but wonder though, was he staring at my black Steve Madden's the whole time?

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