Trevor

A lot of men talk big on the web, but when it comes right down to it, they're only brave if they can remain anonymous. You have a world wide web full of "I'll do anything for you, Mistress" wanka-bees. Trevor was different.

I met him on "The Basement" and instead of immediately coming on to me and telling me how much he'd like to lick my Keds, he actually just talked with me. We talked about all matter of things, particularly our mutual love of baseball, and not a word about sneakers; at least not until several months had gone by and we got to know each other a lot better.

We took that big critical step and we chatted via Scype. He looked sincere and sounded sincere, so when he proposed that he meet me, I agreed.

He lived in Seattle and I lived in Boston, a town more famous for its beans than for its Keds. If he was willing to make the trip, I was willing to meet him, but not without caution. I confided in my friend Jan and she agreed to come along as my safety net.

Jan was kinky enough. She understood the importance of fetish objects. Her weapons were her high heels. She loved men who loved high heels. She didn't particularly like them herself, but she loved the effect they had on her admirers.

She laughed when I told her about Trevor, "Keds? Simple sneaker Keds?"

I nodded my confirmation.

"You lucky bitch. Keds are so cheap. I mean, if you're going to go with sneakers, at least go for something more expensive. Some sneakers cost more than what I pay for some of my heels." She sighed and let that thought sit for a while then added, "What's more, they are so comfortable!"

Luckily it was springtime and warm and dry enough to wear my Keds to the airport. Trevor would be so disappointed if I didn't. It was one of the ways I told him he could recognize me. It's not like there are throngs of women who wear champions anymore. I tried to talk Jan into wearing a pair and she told me that she hadn't owned a pair since junior high.

I recognized him before he recognized me. Besides knowing what he looked like from our Scype chat, he was wearing the Boston Red Sox baseball cap I ordered him to wear. He said that he was a Mariner's fan. I wished him my condolences and told him the get a Sox cap. He looked better in person than he did on screen.

"Shannon?" He asked as he approached.

"Trevor!" I responded.

I turned immediately and introduced my friend, "Trevor, this is Jan. She'll be joining us this weekend."

His jaw worked up and down as if he were trying to say something but not even a babbling came out.

I picked up the conversation for him, "Don't worry, Jan's cool. I let her in on our understanding. She won't tell anyone, and if you want, will even stay in the next room if you want."

Staying in the next room would be difficult as we were renting a room at a hotel. So the only "next room" was the bathroom, and Jan was not going to stay there all night. I certainly did not want to meet a man for the first time at my house. If it went bad, it would be bad enough that he knew what city I lived in.

He finally got control over his speech again even though it was not eloquent. "OK," was about all he could manage.

I amazed him by getting through the Boston traffic to the hotel unscathed and with only two obscene gestures from fellow motorists. I asked him if they drove like this in Seattle. He told me that in Seattle, they don't drive; they get out on I-5 and park.

We checked into the hotel, went up to our room with curious glances … two women, one man … each with baggage? We took some time out to unpack. Trevor was very interested in the assortment of Keds I brought along. For my part, I noticed he packed his pair too.

"Oh, those are cute." I told him. He blushed perceptively. But I went on. "You can wear them when we go out tomorrow." We were not going to spend the whole weekend in the hotel. I had planned to take in a Red Sox game, and to visit some of the historic sites that abound in Boston.

Also on the agenda was to dine at a couple of restaurants. In fact, that was the first thing we agreed upon as we were all hungry. I put Trevor at ease and explained that since he was not planning on Jan coming along, that she would pay her own share. Trevor wouldn't hear of it. I don't know if he was trying to impress us or was just being a gentleman, but Jan and I both appreciated it.

We ate at an Italian restaurant in the north end - where else? Throughout the meal, I made it a point to cross my legs in such a way that he could look at my sneakers. And look he did.

Eventually we would have to come down to what we were really going to do. We had a big discussion before he came. He wanted to be dominated with a sneaker theme. I was willing to do that, but I told him that we would take it one step at a time. Under no circumstances was there a guarantee of sex. If it worked out and we both agreed then it would happen, but neither of us was thinking about it right now. The only thing we agreed upon was our mutual interest in his fetish for Keds.

Retiring back to the room, I instructed him to take off his clothes.

Trevor looked from Jan to me and back again. Now that he was put on the spot, I wasn't sure he could do it. I offered, "Do you want Jan to leave now?" I was getting more confident with his conduct and that he'd behave himself.

He hesitated just a little and said, "No. Let her stay. If I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it."

Slowly he removed his shoes and shirt. The pants took longer to find their way in joining them. The undershirt went next, and then he stalled.

I don't know why. He wore boxers, but I could still see that he had a penis behind them. I reached down to the floor where he had put them and handed him his Keds. "Here, put these on. Maybe they'll help."

He put his foot into one and then placed it on the bed to lace them up. In doing so, he stuck is butt out at Jan and me. She mouthed silently, "Cute buns!" I had to stifle a giggle. He got the other shoe on as well giving us another show. When he turned around again, it was quite obvious that he had a penis behind his boxers!

"OK big boy, you can do it." And he did. He slid down the boxers, stepped out of them and stood before us, naked save for his Keds. I had my share of boyfriends, and I've seen some magazines and been on line, so I know what penises look like and I appreciate that, like snowflakes, no two are exactly alike. A man's penis is as unique as his face.

Trevor's face was not Hollywood hansom, but he was not a bad looking man. His penis, on the other hand, could star in any movie where aesthetics counts. Porn magazines and pictures do not do justice to penises. They all think that bigger is better regardless of what the penis actually looks like. While not of the gargantuan proportions of porn fame, Trevor's penis was of reasonable size.

What made it so attractive was how it was shaped. It was circumcised, tall and straight, had a beautifully shaped head, and just the right amount of veins in it. It bobbed perceptively with the beating of his heart.

I decided to try something simple to start off with. "Go into the bathroom and fetch a towel."

I think he could figure out what was coming next.

I pulled a chair around and showed him where I wanted the towel. "Now kneel in front of me and jerk off." I commanded. Jan took her position on the bed so she could watch.

I looked over at her, "Have you ever seen a boy jerk off before?"

"Well, no. Sort of. Well, I did see some pictures. I mean what woman hasn't?"

Neither had I. So this was going to be a first time for us both.

"What about you Trevor, have you ever jerked off for a girl?"

He just shook his head.

"Great," I thought, "The blind leading the blind."

I nodded and Trevor began jerking.

I crossed one leg over the other and lifted it so my sneaker was directly in front of his face.

He bent to kiss it, but I gently pushed his head away with my foot. "There will be time for that later, sneaker-boy. Right now, Jan and I want to watch you jerk off and come."

He must have been quite horny as it took him almost no time to start squirting his stuff. This was another pleasant surprise for me. I read enough stories and saw enough pictures to know what an ejaculation should look like. I also know that these accounts are exaggerated. Trevor's come was on par with the best of those depictions. He shot it far, he shot a lot of it, and it just kept coming!

I wasn't planning on sex, but I still couldn't help think what an eruption like that would feel like inside of me. I wondered, "Is it hot?" I know that watching it arc from his body was definitely hot. I felt tempted to reach out and touch it, but I had to maintain an air of control.

"That performance is worthy of a reward. You may kiss the toes of my sneakers." This he did for a couple of minutes before I called him off. When he got up, I was surprised to see that he was still erected!

"Take the towel back to the bathroom and clean yourself up.

Jan took advantage of his absence to whisper to me, "Boy, he has it bad

After having Trevor clean up his mess, the three of us - two fully-dressed women and one almost naked man - sat around sipping some wine that Jan thought to bring along.

I had to admit that I did not think this adventure through. I knew my opening moves, but I really didn't think of where I could go from there.

I knew I would meet with Trevor, I knew we would do Sox, dinner and digs (history) and I knew that he had a fetish for my Keds. What I didn't know was what to do with it. I didn't put things onto a spreadsheet, and I did not check them off as I accomplished them.

Trevor was a perfect gentleman with a great sense of humor. This was all going better than expected.

Jan and I took the king sized bed, and Trevor slept on the floor. I awoke first the next morning to the gentle snoring of Trevor. I carefully made my way around his sleeping body to the bathroom. His hand clutched one of my Keds to his chest, and even in his shorts, I could see that he was erected, even in his sleep. I wondered what kind of dreams he was having.

Jan was awake shortly and we roused our slumbering Keds-toy from his repose. We had Trevor take his shower first and I watched him get dressed as Jan took her shower. He selected a shirt and slacks and his Keds. I selected an outfit that would allow me to wear my navy blue Champions.

Jan came out wearing a tied off top, shorts and her trademark heels. People would not be looking at Trevor and me while she was around, that was for sure.

After breakfast we retired to the room. Jan had some questions of her own to ask. "In my dealings with men and their fetishes, I've learned that many of them have come to their love of whatever it is that they worship at an early age. Some of them might recall a specific event such as a favorite aunt's favorite shoes, but most of them just seem to be born with the fetish. What's your story?"

Trevor looked down on his toes and blushed. I heard this story before during our chats. "I'm like the 'most men' you mentioned. I can't recall a time when Keds sneakers weren't a part of my fantasies. Maybe it had something to do with all the women and girls I knew who wore Keds in those days."

"I remember that Karen, the girl across the street from me, always wore them. My parents had her babysit me a lot. She played a lot of games with me and I had sort of a crush on her. Karen wasn't the only girl who impressed me favorably. My fondest memories were of going to the beach. The accepted footwear to make that trek was sneakers. So the girls I went to the beach with wore Keds. I associated Keds with summer and girls and those fun times."

"But if there was any event that really brought the fetish into focus was when I was about 8 years old. By this age, I already thought that girls and women who wore Keds were the neatest thing in the world. It was as if wearing Keds made them what they were: femininely mysterious creatures."

"I was staying at my cousin Patty's house. Patty is a year older than me, and every day she would play with her best friend Amy and Amy's kid sister, Jessica. The problem was that they played in a park across the street from my aunt's house and my mom forgot to pack my sneakers. My aunt said that I could wear Patty's sneakers."

"I didn't want to wear 'girl sneakers.' My aunt noticed my resistance and thought I was merely ashamed to wear them. She tried to calm me with 'nobody will notice.' But I did notice. I thought I was not worthy and that if I put them on, magic would happen and I would become a slave to the girl whose sneakers these were."

"I know that sounds stupid, but remember, I was only a second-grader. Until recently I still believed in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy, so why not the Magic Keds Genie?"

"It was as if the girl and the sneakers were one. The magic of the sneakers gave the girl power, and by wearing them, they became a part of the girl. The sneakers took on the knowledge and power of the girl and passed them onto any other girl who wore them. If a boy were to commit the sacrilege of wearing them, then the power of the girl would overcome him and enslave him. Patty was a bossy girl to begin with, once I slipped into her sneakers, it was easy to slip into my submissive role with her."

"I imagined myself being the naked nymph waiting on my cousin and her two friends. Whatever they would order, I would do. I did my best to obey their every command and to try to anticipate their needs and offered to fetch them something to drink or anything else I would think they would want. They seemed to enjoy my servitude but never ordered me to truly debase myself such as undressing and kissing their feet."

"Nonetheless, my cousin and her two friends became the basis for all my fantasies. When I discovered masturbation shortly thereafter, they became the goddesses that I worshiped."

"It got worse after that. Once I entered puberty and started taking a romantic interest in girls, I was trapped. I was always attracted to girls who wore Keds, but if I girl I like wore them, she had absolute power over me, although she never knew it."

"It was also at this time that I started masturbating with Keds. I bought a pair and hid them. I used my cousin's whenever I stayed over at her house. She took an interest in art, and I pretended to have the same interest, so I could go to her house and visit the museum in her city. Fortunately I slept in the basement where she had a closet filled with off-season clothes. This meant that if I stayed over during the winter, her summer clothes and Keds would be in this closet."

"On the other hand, seeing her and her friends actually wearing their Keds in the summer was the stuff of masturbatory delights."

"So now you know. I never told any of the girls I dated about my fetish. Some of them picked up on my submissiveness, but none of them knew of my secret desires for their sneakers."

"I'm kind of embarrassed to admit it. For most of my life I thought I was the only boy with this fetish."

I touched his arm, "That's OK. Your secret is safe with us. Personally I think it's kind of cute."

Jan put her two cents in, "It takes a really brave man to admit his fetish. Thank you for sharing it with us."

The rest of the day was spent touring the city. We spent time just walking around the commons and enjoyed a late lunch in one of the restaurants there. Then it was on the "T" to Fenway Park to watch the Sox battle their nemesis, the Yankees.

We enjoyed a "pup and pop" (that's a hot dog and soda to you non-New Englanders) while watching the game and the girls. I noticed that there were a couple of other women in Keds, and I had no doubt that Trevor noticed too.

My Sox won, and that put me in a good mood. We made our way back to the hotel. I was careful to walk on some wet grass to get the dirt of the T off the soles of my sneakers.

We had a nightcap at the hotel where I gave Jan a nudge and we retired to "powder our noses." There were too many women in and out of the ladies room to conduct our real business so we slipped off into an unused conference room. It was totally dark other than the light sneaking in from under the door.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

Jan picked up on the topic of the conversation without it even being mentioned. "I think you got a winner here. He certainly is a gentleman in every respect and I think he's safe. Besides he's got the hots for you and your Keds. I don't think he'll do anything to mess that up."

"That's just it. I don't know if it's me or my Keds that he likes."

"Girl, he didn't travel 3,000 miles just to get his rocks off on a pair of sneakers. He could have done that for a lot less money at home. He's got a bad 'case of the Keds' for sure, but I'm also sure he's hooked on you."

"I suppose you're right. Would you ….?"

Jan laughed, "We talked about this. If you're comfortable with him, I'll back off."

I gave Jan a kiss. "You're such a great friend."

"You just tell me every kinky detail," Jan shot back.

I put on an air of mock indignation, "Do I look like the kind of girl who Keds and tells?"

We made our way back to the table where Trevor was waiting with the next round of drinks. He stood up as we approached and smiled, "So did I pass the test?" he asked.

Jan and I just giggled. I said, "Yes you did. Jan will be cabbing it back to her place as soon as she picks up her things in our room."

Gentleman that he was, he offered to pay the cab fare, but Jan would not hear of it.

When we got to the room, I laid out my nightgown and spread my Keds on the bed, "Pick out something you like," I said. He went for the classic white.

I was setting the stage for an erotic evening, and by looking at his crotch, I could see that he was enjoying every minute of it. Nonetheless he escorted Jan back downstairs to make sure she made it into a cab safely. Maybe she was right about him. A guy who is willing to put up with my friends might be worth keeping.

I was waiting in an overstuffed easy chair in my nightgown and Keds, legs crossed, sipping a glass of wine when he got back. "Come sit," I said motioning to the chair opposite me.

He looked almost like a school boy sitting there legs apart, forearms on knees, hands clasped between his legs. He looked - I don't know how to put this. Vulnerable is too harsh a word. Harmless is too meek a word. But he seemed almost innocent and trusting. It was impossible not to like him.

"Trevor, I like you a lot," I started.

"But?" he frowned.

I actually laughed, "Don't worry about it! Would I be dressed like this," here I wiggled my Ked at him, "if I didn't have something good planned for you?" I took a deep breath and continued, "I just want to take it slow."

He nodded, "That's OK. I understand if you don't want to do anything."

I laughed again, "Who said anything about not doing anything? Get those clothes off, and I'll show you what I can do."

For the second time in as many nights, I had Trevor naked in his Keds in front of me. This time I directed him to move the coffee table in front of my easy chair and sit on it in front of me with legs splayed.

I put my besneakered feet on his penis and balls. "Rub my legs and talk to me."

I tried holding my feet still as his powerful fingers moved up and down my calves. It was both relaxing and stimulating at the same time. I couldn't resist wiggling my feet just slightly. While I still had my powers of concentration reasonably intact, I noticed the tip of his leaking penis peeping up from between the toes of my Keds.

It was when I worked up to my knees and gently scraped his fingers along the sinews of the back that "pudingfication" set in. I had a sudden feeling of free-fall and my insides were awash with heat, excitement and fluids. The buzz from the wine wasn't even felt through the feeling Trevor was giving me.

I had to do something to take back control. With what strength of mind I had, I commanded my toes to action. At first all I could summon was random, sporadic motion. As I slowly won my battle to regain consciousness, these movements became more coordinated.

I was able to tickle his glans just either side of the frenulum with the tip of my sneakers; flicking each one in turn.

The effect on Trevor was powerful. It started with subtle wiggling but after a while he was as paralyzed as if I had hit him with a dart dipped in curare. His 200+ pound body (mostly muscle) was entirely under the control of my toes.

I remembered what my friend Colleen told me when we were in grade school. Her aunt and uncle owned a horse ranch and taught her how to ride. Here she was, the proverbial 97-lb weakling and only 10 years old and a girl to boot, and she was in control of this huge beast. I now knew what she meant.

I kept pumping Trevor's penis until he stopped breathing. His body tensed. I didn't know where to look. On the one hand I knew that there was an eruption pending under my feet. On the other hand there was his face which had the most marvelous look on it. It was the penultimate picture of male ecstasy.

I found that I could keep an eye on both as I watched the fountain of his semen squirting up at my feet. For the first time in moments, Trevor made a sound. It was a primitive, guttural utterance of satisfaction. His breaths came in rasps, gasping for oxygen.

He retained his rigidity as we both kept pumping: me with my Keds on his penis, and he with his penis and his cum. Eventually, cramping on my part, and possibly his too, caused us both to stop.

As he depleted himself, both his penis and body began to deflate. Soon he was swooned out on the coffee table like a boned fish.

Both of us lay there, limp and breathing heavily.

Trevor was first to recover. I was barely coming out of my personal mental fog, when I felt him again at my legs. This time he was kneeling between them. I felt him kiss my labia. All I could do is flop my legs open like a rag doll tossed aside by a little girl after she finished playing with it.

Trevor's tongue re-animated me. For the first time in what seemed like hours I was able to speak, "Don't you want something else?" I asked.

He broke his engagement long enough to reply. "Let's take it slow," he said, using my own words against me. "Besides," he said with a sloppy smile, "I don't think I have anything left. Your Keds got it all. Please enjoy what I can give you."

I did. I placed my still Keds-clad feet on the top of his butt using the blue labels on the heels as spurs of a sort to control the tempo of his licking. He learned quickly and sent me off to several trips to my personal heaven.

He did not spend the night on the floor. I enjoyed his warm body wrapped around mine. We got up late. I offered to have sex again, but he declined stating that there wasn't enough time "to do it right." We had a couple of hours! Just what did this man have in mind?

Instead we settled for breakfast and repacking for his trip back to the airport and Seattle.

"Trevor, this has been a fantastic weekend. You're a wonderful guy. I really would like to do this again. I want to see more of you."

"Considering how many hours I spent naked in front of you, how much more do you want to see?" he laughed.

I laughed too, "I mean I want to spend more time with you."

His response was simple. He reached into his bag and tossed me a paper bag. I opened it and took out a Mariner's baseball cap. "They're playing the Red Sox later this year. I can score a couple of box seats. I hope you like salmon."