Summer School Heat

Outdoor Fun

The weekend is finally here and I’m ecstatic to spend some time with Bobby and hang out and possibly play around wherever. The weather was beautiful, Hot but beautiful, perfect for outdoor fun. It has not rained all this summer which leads to some water restrictions and dry grass. I quickly shower in cold water and start to get ready for my Saturday.

It was only 9am and I texted Bobby if he wanted to hang today. He said “Sure!” And suggested we go bike riding around first and work up a sweat then hang out in the afternoon at his place.

Normally during summers here the mornings would have sunshine and afternoon there would be storms, but we haven’t had any but still better to be safe riding in the sunshine then in a storm. 

I pleaded with my mom if I can go outside with my friend and she actually gave in.

”Sure, but first mop the first floor, vacuum upstairs, clean the bathrooms and take all the leaves in the backyard.” She said

”Anything else?” I said sarcastically 

I told Bobby and he very kindly texted that he would help. My mom was trying to say he can’t help,

”why not, the point is getting the work done right?” I said

My mom will always try and embarrass me in front of any friends I have over.

I tell Bobby if he can take the leaves outdoors while I take care of the rest. Bobby meets my stepdad in the garage and the two hit it off and get along.

They spoke about guy stuff, building stuff with wood, tools, roofing stuff. Bobby said

”My dad does pressure cleaning to roofs and whenever you want we can do yours for free.” 

“That’s great thanks , if you ever need a bathroom re-tiled or build a wooden deck or something let me know.” Said my stepdad 

Bobby began raking the leaves and took off his shirt in the heat, and was wearing some small gym shorts black in color, with a Nike sign on the bottom of one side. But surprisingly he was different today, I looked down and saw the he was wearing shoes, this is the first time i saw him wearing some. They were some Nike athletic shoes, all black. They looked very old and beat up, the bottom was almost falling apart. I think he was sockless too. His shoes were huge either a size 15 or 16. 

I had thrown on just a light blue shirt some khaki shorts and my navy converse low tops with no socks. I nearly finished the first floor and came outside to offer Bobby soda. I can see my mom in her upstairs window looking down and looking at Bobby. She looked scary and mean. When I was looking for the soda I went to my mom

”Is there any soda?”

What soda?! There’s none you drank it all!” She yelled

I gave Bobby ice water and apologized. I knew my mom would hide the soda sometimes, I once caught her putting something under the sink and I asked her what was there and she turned around quick while her hands are behind her back and said to mind my own business.

We finally finished everything and we left. My stepdad gave Bobby 20 bucks but none for me, really?! My mom did eventually come down to meet with Bobby, before he walked in he took off his shoes in the house. A very natural reaction that he was used to. My mom met him and noticed his bare feet but didn’t say anything. We walked from the backyard door towards the front, in the house, Bobby carried his shoes in his hand. I could smell the sweat from both his shoes and feet. It just turned me on, they smelled so much and from far away.

My mom was probably gagging in the back but I loved it, I swear I heard my mom mutter under her breath something like “nasty, or dirty.” I ignored her as I left. Bobby put on his shoes again and we went to grab the bikes, I rode one that he rode when he was 11-12 and it was still pretty big, his was a monster. We rode far at least a mile away to a lot where they were going to build a park.

The lot was huge and beyond that were some fields with crops, in the lot there was construction and some sand dunes there. We played around like we were in a fort and ran around. Bobby took off his shoes running around in that white dirt, but I kept my shoes in since there were rocks everywhere on the ground below. We climbed and jumped into the sand. 

We saw two wooden sticks and used those as if we were going to sword fight, despite us getting splinters it was fun, Bobby was an expert at sword fighting to me, his left hand swished and moved quickly against my right and catching me off guard he poked me a bunch of times. 

He then suggested we wrestled in the sand, he choked hold me a bunch, I was in his armpit most of the time and I loved it. That manly musky smell. I did get the upper hand once and got on his back and he was carrying me but I wrapped my legs around his waist and my shoes were on his crotch. I ended up squeezing trying to win, but he liked it. I could feel his huge cock rock hard pulsing against my shoes and then getting bigger. 

We worked up a sweat and he started kissing me in the sand dunes where nobody can see. We made out there, a lot of body kissing, he was caressing me all over, kissing my neck and making my heart flutter. Then he grabbed me from the front and I wrapped my legs around him and he held me close as we made out, his dick was pulsing upwards and I can feel it through my shorts. My ass would twitch the entire time. I wanted him to fuck me there.

In the sunlight his dick and balls glistening with sweat and his balls began to move by themselves as he laid in the sand. I was so turned on and he began to unbutton my shorts, he slipped them off, my ass was very white in comparison to the rest of my farmers tan. My underwear and shirt were roughly taken off by him and I was naked except for my converse, he didn’t take them off and as I was about to grab one shoe he stopped me and began to get on top of me.

”Suck me?” He said

I sucked him good there, much better and deeper, my gag reflex was almost gone. He then sucked my dick and then began to pit on my ass and started rim me. Then I was on my back. 

I wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck me without a condom, I was scared but he ended up lifting my legs and put his dick in my thighs. He had my shoes in his face basically, as if I were stepping on him while his dick went in and out of my thighs, I jerked off at this sight. He was then trying to sniff the side of my shoe a bit and lick my ankle. 

“Hohhhohhho” I moan.

He then stopped saying he didn’t want to cum because then he would get sleepy. I was left extremely horned up. We rode back to his house. He rode all the way back shirtless and barefoot. As we got to the front door, I was gonna take off my shoes to go in his house but he said it better you don’t, the inside is dirty and he didn’t me to get my feet dirty. He showed me around to his backyard which was a wooden deck with a screen, and it had a workout area, with a bench press and a sandbag punching bag. The area had these styrofoam puzzle floor that was filthy and Bobby walked all over it in bare feet and I can see his sole getting dirty, he would wipe it a bit but the dirt would get on it again.

He then said we could get hornier doing some sports stuff. He was showing me how to punch on the punching bag, getting behind me. We began to slapbox, so we try to slap each other instead of throwing punches. It was hot, he slapped me a few times and I would move around to avoid but it was hard to get a strike. He told me to try and do whatever it takes, in a real world fight on the street there are  no rules. I tried to kick at him but my short little legs couldn’t reach or they would be blocked.

Finally I thought of something else, I noticed his huge bare feet shuffling around quick and finally I tried to step on his left foot without noticing, I did this with a devilish smirk. I could not quite step in it until he went in for a slap and I duck. I then stepped forward two steps with my right and stomped on his left foot with my shoe. It didn’t hurt him but it caught him off guard. And then i went for a right hook open palm but he backed up, he was trying to free his foot and I ended up backhanding him on his mouth. 

“ahhh” he said

”oh I’m sorry “ I said startled

His foot was free scraping off beneath my shoe and he fell back and I ran over to see if he was ok and he said “nice job” 

His mouth was bruised and bleeding a bit. I almost cried but he told me to stop that and that it was great. I saw his foot had a mark of my shoe print on the top. I rubbed it because it was a bit red and I kissed the tops of his feet. I can see his cock getting large.

”Cm’ere, let’s try some weights.” He said

I dread doing this but he insists. He shows me how to bench press, he gets in first and I spot him, looking down on him while my crotch is there near his head has me getting so hard. It’s another view of him that I like. Next I was up to bench and he just put the bar with no weight. It wasn’t that hard, but his crotch was right above me and I can see his dick and balls in his shorts dangling above.

The smell had me getting wet in my shorts. As I finished my set I tried lifting my head to his crotch and he began to squat down and I was sucking his dick in his shorts. My face was fully immersed in his sweat smell. He gets rid of the bar and gets above me without shorts for some 69. 

“Ufff, I’ll be back.” He said

When he came back he had lubricant and a condom. He got me ready and began to fuck me on the bench press doggy style. We were in his backyard wood deck so I try to remain as quiet as possible, but the intense heat made it that much better. I could feel the sweat falling on my back and ass from his body. He moaned a bit, and then put one leg on the bench and his foot was next to my face. I stared at it while he pumps in and out. I then try and smell it, smelling like dirt, sweat, and old shoe, beautiful. He lifts it again and puts his whole foot on top of my face. I was his sun bottom bitch at this point, I was at his mercy as he was thrusting so hard, I began to moan now and he turned me on my back and fucked me some more while I jerk off. I then stop because I’m about to cum, my legs are in the air and he puts both my shoes onto his huge chest and then lifts one to lick the side of the shoe and kiss it,  I then jerked to that site and came. He then felt my ass and rectum squeezing harder and he came. Slowly pulling out after he moaned, he slipped the condom off and flushed it in the bathroom.

He gave me some wipes to clean myself and offered if I wanted to shower, but before I can answer we heard a door slam from a car. 

“Shit,my dad!” He said. We get dressed quickly I had my shoes on still and was scared if his dad would get mad that i have them on inside his house. Bobby is only in his shorts, sweaty and still bleeding from his lip.

”Bobby! You home” a voice echoed from inside

The sliding glass opened and I saw him step out, we tried to act cool. I luckily dressed quick and had wiped everything. His father took a step up the deck and looked at his son.

”What happened to you boy?” He laughed 

I was sweating bullets. Bobby’s dad was a very good looking man. He looked to be either in his late 30s or early 40s. He had a permanent tan from working outside just like my stepdad. His hair was black like his son’s but shorter and looked like it was fading, maybe there was a strand of grey hair or two in there. He had a couple of lines on his face from the sun but he looked just like Bobby, or Bobby looks like him is more like it. He wasn’t as tall, maybe 5’10 , taller than me of course but definitely still shorter than his boy who was 6’4 and maybe still growing . He had some muscle but not as big , just skinny toned muscle. 

He was sweaty also, his shirt was a bit damp around the chest and armpits, he wore cargo shorts that were pretty beat up and was some wearing shoes, dark brown leather with white soles. The kind that is see older men wearing, boat shoes or sperrys as they call them. He had average sized feet, maybe a size 9 or 10. But his hands were huge, he had them huge from working with them and they were rough. I saw Bobby’s dick still rock hard and his dads dick could be seen through the shorts a bit, I know where he gets it from. It looked the same size as Bobby’s, maybe the rumor about foot size and dick size wasn’t true or his dad is the exception.

His dad stared at me and back at his boy with his hand on his pointed chin, he definitely was like Bobby when he was younger but his face was longer and more edgy with 5 o’clock shadow…

”Dad, this is my friend Mikey.” Bobby said nervously 

“Hello sir.” My voice cracked 

“How are you son.” He said in a deep but raspy voice that had seen better days. I shook his calloused hand and it was so rough that it hurt and as he squeezed my hand hard the splinters in my fingers and hand went more in.

It was awkward moment as he stared at Bobby’s lips, I felt my heart skip a beat. I hope he doesn’t suspect anything.

To Be Continued ..

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