I looked at his sneaker as he flex his foot inside and showed me the soles as he flexed them, I felt my cock stir, then images of all that cum shooting out of his cock came flashing back into my mind. I looked up to see him zero in on my face checking my reaction.
I cleared my throat and asked, “How would I be able to see your collection?”
He smiled, “You would need to come to my lair.”
I looked at him and asked, “Where is your lair?”
He laughed, “My house dude.”
My cock grew harder as I imagined what he had in his collection and what might happen if I were to go.
I glanced back down at his Nikes, then up at his face and asked, “So what type of cosplay characters do you have outfits for?”
He smiled, “Ok, I would rather show you than tell you, but I’ll give you a small taste. I have a Suicide Squad Harley Quinn, Sailor V, and Watchmen Silk Spectre.”
I looked at him funny and said, “Those are female characters.”
He nodded, “I do cross-cosplay and regular.”
I felt my cock grow a little harder and asked, “So you wear ladies’ sneakers too?”
He nodded, “I have a few, mostly unisex.”
I didn’t want my sneaker lust to take over again, so I was trying to back out of the conversation and said, “Ok, I just wanted to check on your inventory. I guess I’ll wait for you to call when you have more.”
He looked down at my crotch and quietly said, “I can see you may want to visit my lair right now.”
I shook my head no, “Nah, I’m good.”
He smiled, “Ok, but you have my number and I only live about 5 minutes from here, so if you change your mind, I am home every day after 4 pm.”
I left his booth and walked the flea market for about 30 minutes, but couldn’t get his new sneakers, the cross-cosplay, and lair stuff out of my mind. I was checking out all the ladies and their sneakers and my sneaker lust continued to build.
On my way out of the flea market, I walked past his booth, and he noticed me. He was near the sneaker display and quickly held a pair up as if to call me over.
I turned into his booth, walked up to him and noticed the sneakers he was holding were not new. He smiled and said, “Are you ready to hang at my lair?”
I shook my head no and said, “I thought we were showing me a new pair that came in.”
He smiled, “Nope, just waving.”
I said my goodbyes and went home. Once at home, I started to think about him and his sneakers again, then ended up on xhamster looking for sneaker porn. I was edging myself to a hot video, but images of him spraying cum on those sneakers and his face popped into my head.
With my cock in my hand, I looked at the phone and thought about calling, then looked at the time and saw it was 4:30 and he would be home. I thought about calling him as I was jerking to see if he was open to phone sex, but instead, I got up, pulled my shorts on, and shook it all off.
An hour later I was thinking about it again and knew if I didn’t cum, it would keep popping back into my head. I grabbed the phone and texted him, “Hey, just wondering if you like coffee?”
A few minutes passed and a text came through, it was a picture of his hard cock, half inside his SeaVees Hawthrone pride. Then the body of the text read, “I do, but having fun right now.”
That seemed to be the final straw as I replied on impulse as if sexting, “Would love to help with that, looks really hot!”
Then a new picture came through of his hard cock laying on top of the soles of the Nike Flex Runner he had on at the flea market. I could see the pre cum oozing out the tip of his cock and a shiny spot on the sole where it had dripped. Then the text read, “These feel good.”
My cock was now hard as a nail in my shorts and my mind was being overridden by my sneaker lust. I texted back, “Oh wow, wish I was ribbing my cock on them now.”
Then he replied, “Oh yeah, you mean rubbing your cock on the sole and my cock at the same time?”
It seemed my cock got even harder and I nervously texted, “Give me your address and I’ll show you.”
He quickly texted back with a picture of his cock hovering above several pairs of sneakers and it read, “Remember, me first this time.”
I still had no idea what that meant and I texted, “Not sure what you mean, send me the address.”
Tim texted me his address and I ran out of the house and was outside his house in less than 8 minutes. I texted him, “Outside.”
Tim texted, “Door is open, lock it behind yourself.”
I was so nervous going to a stranger’s house and slowly walked through the door and locked it. I could see a few pairs of sneakers by the door I had not seen him wear and heard him yell out, “Be right there!”
A few minutes later I was shocked to see him round the corner dressed as Harley Quin in a wig, skirt, crop top, and those white Converse lugged sneakers. He looked like a girl and pretty hot in those Converse.
He smiled and said, “See, I have the thin body to pull it off.”
I smiled, “You almost pass as a girl like that.”
He walked up to me and said, “Ok, so do you want to just jump into getting off or sit and talk first.”
I shrugged, “I’m not much of a talker.”
He smiled and said, “Ok, then me first.”
I shrugged and asked, “What the fuck does that mean, you keep saying it.”
He looked into my eyes and said, “It means that since I can stay hard and cum a few times, I get off first.”
I shrugged, “Ok, and how does that happen.”
He sat down and said, “You get me off, then I get you off, then I get off again.
I backed away, “Wait, I am not gay.”
He smiled, “Well you did fuck a guy the other day.”
I was getting very red in the face, “You got me so worked up and I got carried away.”
He smiled, “It’s fine, don’t get upset. You will get worked up and things will happen again, and by the way, I’m not gay either, I am more hetro flexible.”
I looked at him and asked, “What is hetro flexible?”
He smiled, “Just means I am mostly hetro, but will do guys if I get horny enough and things line up.”
Then he said, “Follow me to my lair, and let’s see how things play out, no pressure.”
He got up and I reluctantly followed him into another room. Once inside I was amazed to see the walls full of wire shelves loaded with sneakers from floor to ceiling. One wall had a large TV in the center and the shelves went around it. In the center of the room were two leather recliners on either of a large ottoman that was about 3 feet wide and 6 feet long.
On the side of the recliners opposite the recliner, were end tables. On the end table on the left were the sneakers from the texts he had sent earlier and a bottle of lube. The other end table was empty.
He pointed to the recliner and said, “Go take a seat and relax for now.”
I climbed into the recliner, and he did the same, then he grabbed a remote off his end table and the TV came on. I was playing a porn video of cheerleaders in sneakers eating each other out. I started to watch the video and glanced around the room at all the sneakers.
I was getting turned on watching the cheerleaders go at it then I saw movement from his chair. I looked over to see him pulling the skirt up out of the way and letting his cock stick up as he sat in the chair. He looked over at me and said, “Go ahead and whip it out if you get the urge.”