Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun crept in through the thick curtains, casting stripes of light onto the mound of sneaker catalogues spread out next to me. The rest of my sprawling bedroom was, thankfully, shrouded in darkness. I groaned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes only to become increasingly mesmerized by a pair of limited-edition high tops. Their sleek shape. The matte black leather. The crisp logo plastered across the back. A warm wave of desire washed over me. I thought I might've drooled just a bit.
The lust I felt in that moment made me so ravenous it was almost painful. I couldn't stop picturing myself—sliding my hands across the leather and caressing the laces with nothing but my bare palms. The thought of the sensations sent another shiver down my spine. I tore my eyes away from the high tops and glanced between my sheets, my body long craving for a release I'd never dared to explore. But damn did I want to discover it all now.
Every nerve was begging for the slightest spark. I cupped my growing erection through my pajama pants, unable to resist the tantalizing temptation.
My bed was a shambles of twisted sheets and frumpy pillows, providing little comfort as my hands lingered around my growing arousal. I closed my eyes, attempting to dream up a fantasy worthy of the sheer ecstasy that was gradually building inside me.
The first image that popped into my mind was the clearest of them all: a stunning guy with broad shoulders and tight jeans to accentuate his perfect ass.
The cherry on top? A pair of brand new, never-been-worn sneakers. I could already imagine the dusty smell, the spotless laces, and the crisp feeling of the tongue against my fingers as I touched them.
My other hand gripped the bedsheets tightly as my own personal circus-tent showed signs of life. I shuffled myself forward, preparing to dive into the scene when I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't want to sully those fantasies with my grubby hands just yet.
My mind delved deeper into the forbidden territory.
As a devout admirer of men's shoes, I'd lusted after guys with the same fervor, but I'd never allowed myself to combine the two until now. The thought of such a union made my heart race even faster than usual. I wanted to make it real—to smell that new leather, to hear the swoosh of fresh rubber soles on a hardwood floor.
Fueled by an unnameable desire, I peeled off my boxers and tossed them to the floor.
My erect cock bobbed, freed from its cotton prison, sticking straight up in the air. I wrapped my hands around the base and slowly stroked, savoring each touch.
My fantasy man was there with me in that dimly-lit bedroom. He leaned against the wall, his biceps bulging through his tight, black t-shirt. Fuck, he looked hot.
The tip of my cock glistened, and I squeezed my shaft tighter. I wanted to feel everything—every nerve buzzing to life.
"You like that?" a voice said from behind me.