Carl the criminal – Part 3

Author – Jay

The policeman who had interviewed and arrested him is young and probably new to the job as his boots were highly polished, probably trying to impress his superiors. Carl thought he had a thing about feet as he seemed pleased to find him shoeless at their earlier interview, not giving him any shoes to walk home, watching him walk all the way home in his socked feet before arresting him and then not allowing him to get another pair of shoes and then also making the teenager take of his trainers.
After a few hours the cell door opened, it was the young copper who looked straight down at Carl’s socked feet. Carl smirked.
“Take off your socks” he demanded.
“Gonna sniff them” joked Carl as he peeled them off his feet and placed them in an evidence bag that the copper was holding.
Carl looked at the coppers shiny boots, the right boot had been scuffed at the toes.
“You gonna get your mum to re-polish your boots tonight” joked Carl.
The copper slammed the cell door shut leaving Carl in his bare feet.
The door reopened moments later and Carl was led out in his bare feet to an interview room. The young copper asked Carl if knew anything about the teenagers missing trainers, he sounded worried.
“Will you be punished by your Sergeant for losing his shoes” joked Carl who then told the copper all the reasons why he thought he had a thing about feet.
The copper blushed stumbling his words, Carl thought he had taken the wind out of the coppers sails. He expected to be out of there and released within 15 minutes.
The copper recomposed himself and told Carl that any suspect arriving without shoes didn’t want us to have them. So yes I was very pleased to see you shoeless as It aroused my suspicions. I had the CCTV checked whilst you were still being interviewed.
We let you go shoeless to delay your journey until I could find your shoes. I didn’t allow you to get shoes at your house because I didn’t want you to change out of those well worn socks and as for the teenager, I took his shoes to stop him running away as you where wearing my only set of handcuffs, regrettably I lost him and then strangely his shoes. So after this interview I shall be looking for a second pair of trainers tonight. Hopefully I’ll be just as successful at finding the second pair.
‘Successful’ thought Carl worryingly as the copper turned his ipad around and showed an image of Carls trainers.
“As for your assumption that I deliberately waited until you arrived home after enjoying your sock walk, I couldn’t arrest you until I got confirmation these trainers shoe prints matched those found at the break-in, that confirmation arrived over the radio as you entered your street” said the copper.
Now Carl was red faced, not only had he been shot down with his theories about the copper, he hadn’t reckoned on CCTV when hiding his shoes and as soon as his sock fibre matches any found in his seized trainers he’ll be linked to the break-in. The copper showed him more images of mobile phones and a wallet containing £3000, he asked if Carl recognised any of them.
“No comment” said Carl realising that they must have arrested his innocent mate Alan to obtain his phone and wallet, his car number plate must have also been captured by CCTV too as he got out of Alan’s car.
Carl knew he was screwed as he was escorted back to his cell in his bare feet. Passing other prisoners shoes outside their cells he recognised Alan’s black Nikes, he called out Alan’s name.
“Alright mate” shouted Alan through the cell door telling Carl he been nicked for supposedly drink driving.
Carl was back in his cell expecting to be charged then released very soon. He demanded a pair of socks as his feet where cold. He was too far away from Alan’s cell to be able to strike up a conversation. He layed on his mattress, annoyed with himself about the CCTV and the copper making him feel small about his feet theories.
Several more hours passed, he thought about Alan, locked up for the first time and how he was coping but wasn’t too concerned as Alan sounded quite excited. As he tried sleeping he heard laughter outside his cell door.
“Get them boots off, you should know the rules by now, no footwear in the cells. If we have to come in it’ll be more than your boots coming off” said a voice followed by an eruption of laughter. Carl couldn’t understand why coppers would be laughing at a prisoner getting locked up. He just reminded himself that they were all bastards.
He was eventually given a pair of thick blue socks and allowed to get some exercise in the yard. Putting on the socks Carl asked why he hadn’t been charged and released.
“Your arresting officer is indisposed at the moment, as soon as he is free he’ll get the charge sheet finished” said the sergeant.
As he left his cell he noticed a pair of shiny boots outside the locked cell door opposite, the right boot was scuffed at the toe.

To be continued.

Carl the criminal – Part 2

Author – Jay

Carl called the copper a wanker for not allowing him to get some shoes on his feet.
The copper noticed a domestic disturbance further up the street so he placed Carl in the car and went to investigate. Carl was determined to get some shoes from his house so with child locks on the rear doors he climbed over to the front passenger seat and got out. At his front door he struggled to get his door key out of his pocket whilst cuffed and when he succeeded he managed to drop it in a flower bed, he didn’t have time to search for it so he ran back to the police car still in his socked feet.
“Where’s your trainers bro and why the handcuffs?” said a voice from behind. Carl spotted a teenager heading towards him, their was nothing Carl could do when the lad took advantage of him being cuffed and began searching his pockets. Finding nothing to steal he said he wanted Carl’s black Under Armour joggers.
“Fuck off, there is no way you’re taking my pants” said Carl as he began kicking the lad with his socked feet. The kicking became impossible as his joggers where pulled down around his ankles.
“I’d of taken your shoes too, if you where wearing any” said the teenager. As he was about to push Carl over to pull the them off completely the copper reappeared.
The lad ran off chased by the copper leaving Carl standing handcuffed in his boxers, he couldn’t pull his joggers up so with them still around his ankles he walked down the street like a penguin back to the police car. The officer returned empty handed and pulled up Carls joggers.
“Caught with your pants down” joked the breathless officer much to Carl’s embarrassment.
“He dragged me out the car and tried to rob me” claimed Carl. Driving to the station the teenager had been spotted. This time he was caught and marched back to the police car. With no extra handcuffs the copper radioed for back-up, to prevent the teen from running off again he ordered the lad to take off his shoes. Carl watched as the lad pulled off his black Asics trainers. As the copper picked them up the lad decided to sprint off in his grey socked feet. The copper gave chase again, throwing the trainers to the ground. Carl got out of the car like before and walked over to the lads shoes and slipped his feet inside, they where still warm.
He walked to a nearby garden put his right foot deep into a bush and allowed the branches to remove the shoe from his foot he then repeated the process with his left foot. If he has to walk home from the police station then he was going to have shoes. If the lad wanted to steal his joggers then he had no problem stealing the teenagers shoes. If the lad had succeeded Carl’s reputation would of suffered, having his pants stolen and his shoes, if he had worn any, by a teenager.
He ran back to the police car and closed the door just before a breathless copper returned, empty handed again. Carl wanted to wind him up by telling him he couldn’t even catch the teen running in his socks but he didn’t want to remind him about the lads trainers. News came over the coppers radio that the shoeless teenager had been caught and was on his way to custody.
They had to wait for the copper infront to process his prisoner. Carl watched as the handcuffed teenager was taken out of the vans prison cage and escorted into the custody suite in his socked feet. The copper was talking on his radio, the teenager was asking about his trainers. The officer was puzzled, if they had still been on the ground he would have seen and picked them up when he returned to the car. He asked Carl if anyone had picked them up, Carl just shrugged his shoulders.
Eventually it was Carl’s turn to be booked in, as they entered, the custody Sergeant noticed Carl’s socked feet.
“You’ve not lost his shoes aswell?” asked the Sergeant with an annoyed look on his face. The coppers face was bright red.
Carl tried to embarrass him further by telling the sergeant that this copper should be locked up for allowing him to be the victim of an attempted robbery whilst handcuffed and in his custody.
The Sergeant glared at his officer.
“Believe me if I could punish them for incompetence there would be a line of coppers boots outside those cell doors” he said furiously.
Carl looked at the embarrassed copper who was looking down at his feet, ‘probably imagining the scenario of getting processed, boots taken and locked inside a cell still in his uniform by one of his colleagues’. Carl quite liked the thought of coppers inside cells getting their size 10 socked feet cold.
“After you’ve locked up your prisoner, you had best go find those missing trainers or I just might consider placing you in a cell”. The copper wasn’t happy as he forcibly marched a laughing Carl to his cell.
He hadn’t wanted to be locked up, his best efforts had failed. He looked at his socked feet and hoped that the copper doesn’t find the teenagers trainers as he would need them when he was released.

To be continued.

The watchtower

Author – Alexander

The other day Marc came to me asking what I was up to that day. I had no plans for that day and we sat down on the bench in my garden to talk a little. Then Marc said let’s go for a bikeride, I think I know an interesting place to go and have a little fun. I said okay, where is it? He said I know, come on follow me. We got on our bicycles and left. After an hour or so we came to this lake and I asked Marc what kind of fun we could have here. He just said wait for it. We kept on cycling and then there was a rest area with a little playground and a watchtower and I was like, okay. We got off our bike’s and walked around a little. I decided to take a look up the tower and went to the stairs. When I looked up I saw it was a long way up there and started climbing it. When I finished the first part I saw Marc following me up. He caught up quickly and when I reached the last few steps on top he grabbed my right foot by the heel and pulled my shoe off my foot. I was wearing my old schoolshoes that day and they were pretty loose on my feet so it was easy to pull them off. I tripped and stumbled on the platform and asked what he was doing. He just said we planned to make some fun didn’t we? I said yeah but what has my shoe to do with it? He said everything and he just laughed and waved with my shoe. Then he looked at me and started grinning and I asked what are you up to now? And before I knew it I saw my shoe flying down, he just laughed at me and said isn’t that funny? At that point I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t see where my shoe had landed and I just stood there in a grey socked foot and a left shoe. Then he decided to grab my left leg too and take that shoe as well. I tried to resist but it was no good. The only thing he then said was, see you at the bottom and he ran down with my shoe. I couldn’t go that fast because the iron stairs were hurting my feet a little. When I finally got down he stood on this little beach by the lake laughing again and I approached him with a little smile but I couldn’t see my shoes anywhere and I said okay we had our fun now, where’s my shoes? He just laughed and said I hid them, but I’m gonna make you a dare. If I find them first I can do whatever I like to them and otherwise you just get them back. I said that’s not fair because you know where they are. He said okay I’ll let you search for them first for a few minutes and I’m gonna give you a hint. That’s a little fairer I think. I was like okay it’s better than nothing. I asked him for the hint and he just said I buried them… I looked around and I could see some places of fresh digged up sand so I started looking and digging there but at the first few places I looked was nothing to be found. Then Marc said I’ll help you find your shoes and I said rather not because I think I’m gonna go home without them. Marc just laughed again and he walked a few yards away from me and I decided to follow him. I never walked on a beach before in my socks but it felt kinda funny. Then Marc stopped and started digging a little and pulled my sand filled shoes out of the ground and said found them! I thought oh no, what’s happening next to them. I smiled a little and said okay you win, now can I have them back? He said yeah maybe but we made a deal remember? I said yeah okay but I would like to get them on my feet again. Marc said I’ll think about it, I just want to try one last thing with them and he was laughing again. He looked around and he saw this little boat dock and said let’s go there and I asked why? You’ll see he said. So we walked towards this dock and got on it untill there was just water around us. I asked what are you up to? Then he sat down on the edge of the dock and held my tied together shoes just above the water, they were still filled up with sand, and said let’s see if they float. I said I don’t think so and tried to grab them but then he let them go with a little swing and I could only watch them float away slowly and seconds later sink in the water… Marc was just laughing again and said I guess they couldn’t swimm and I said a little jokingly yeah I could have told you that before… We walked back to our bicycles and headed home. I think was a fun day because I secretly like being in socks…

Neighbor took my shoes as punishment

Author – lovetoshoeswap

A few days after i stole my neighbour’s adidas shoes i decided to go out for a walk wearing his shoes to see if he would notice they were his. I walked passed his house several times but to my disappointment he wasnt in to see me in his shoes, so i headed for home feeling annoyed and gutted. A few days had passed and i decided to go for another walk passed his house but this time i was wearing my own nike running shoes as they were more comfortable for walking in, as i passed his house he was out in his garden cutting the grass, i waved to him then all of a sudden the lawnmower stopped and he called me over to speak about something. He said that a friend of his had noticed me wearing his shoes that i stole from him and he asked me if it was true, i told him “yes i was the one who stole your shoes”. After admitting to stealing them he demanded that I give them back but i refused to as they were comfortable and I didnt want to part with them. He got even madder and then told me that if i didn’t give him his shoes back he would take my shoes off me as payback for stealing his to which i started fantasizing about him wearing my shoes. I said “ok you can have mine that seems fair”. I slipped off my shoes and gave them to him to which he immediately put them on and told me that i wouldn’t be getting them back and he would continue to wear them as punishment for stealing his shoes, but unbeknownst to him i secretly loved seeing him wearing my shoes and any time that i did it gave me the biggest erection.

Anything for my girlfriend

Author – Blake

I have a girlfriend named Sarah and she is a country girl and I’m a country boy. I try and do everything I can to make her happy and she still always wants something else. The other day I was over at Sarah’s house which is on a farm and we were in the barn sitting in the loft. Sarah had on a red coat with jeans and her black cowboy boots and I was wearing a green sweatshirt with jeans and my brown cowboy boots. Sarah then said Blake I have something to tell you. I said what is it. She said promise you won’t think I’m weird. I said no I love you. She smiled and said Blake I have this thing where I like it when people wear one shoe. I said really. She said yea. I said what’s on the other foot. Sarah said a sock. She then said I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want you to think I’m weird. I said I would never think your weird. I then said who else knows. Sarah said just you. I didn’t say anything for a minute and then said I could wear one shoe for you if you want. Sarah face lit up and said really. I said yea if it makes you happy. I then lifted my right foot and sat it in her lap and said pull off my boot I won’t be needing it anymore. She smiled and hugged me and then grabbed my foot and pulled my brown cowboy boot off my white sock foot. She then sat my boot next to her and started to rub my foot. Sarah sat there rubbing my foot for probably 15 minutes. I then said I got to go but I’ll be you tomorrow at school. Then it hit me how was I going to walk with one boot and a sock foot. I crawled over to the ladder and climbed down it and Sarah followed. When we got to the bottom I stood on one foot. Sarah was holding my boot. I then hopped on one foot to my truck and Sarah followed. I then hugged Sarah and got in my truck and drove home. The next day I had completed forgot about the shoe thing with my girlfriend. I got up, took a shower, got dressed and then went downstairs to put on my boots. When I saw my single left boot I remembered everything. I just thought to myself your making your girlfriend happy suck it up. I slid on my left boot and got on my truck and went to school. I then got out and walked in. Almost immediately everyone took notice that I was missing a boot and started asking what happened to it. I just said I lost it. I probably should not have wore white socks the first day missing my boot but I couldn’t do anything about it now. I then met up with my girlfriend and we hugged and she said you look so cute with your white sock. I said thanks I guess. I then started walking with her to her next class. As we were walking she said how is it in one boot. I said pretty uncomfortable and weird my foot is really cold. She said you will get used to it don’t worry. She then hugged me and walked in her class and I went to mine. The first 4 periods for me were really weird to say the least. Everyone stared at my feet and asked why I was missing a boot. By lunch things had slowed down with all the questions but certainly not the staring. I then sat down with my girlfriend and she said the food today is awful. Sarah then talked about some girl drama. I then asked her what she did with my boot. Sarah said it’s somewhere in my room why you want it back. I said no keep it I like it in one boot. Sarah said see I knew you would like it. But in reality I wanted my boot back so bad and I hated being in a boot and a sock foot but didn’t say anything. Then lunch was over and I finished the day in one boot. I don’t know if I should tell my girlfriend that I want my boot back or to just keep doing everything in a boot and a sock foot. I know that my girlfriend is happy but I’m not

Carl the criminal

Author – Jay

Getting arrested several times since leaving school, Carl knew that when the police ask him to attend the police station for a voluntary interview it would inevitably mean a night in the cells.
He had been drinking and playing pool with his mate Alan when he received the dreaded phone call from the police. Alan took him across town to the police station where Carl gave him his phone and wallet. He couldn’t allow the police to seize his money and phone and keep them for months.
“Get the coppers to call me when they release you, I’ll come and get you” said Alan as he drove off leaving Carl outside the police station.
He then realised that the Adidas Gazelles on his feet had been worn in a shop break-in which he was involved. Locked in the cells his trainers would be taken from him and their soles scanned linking him to the break-in or any other crime.
Without his phone he couldn’t contact Alan to help him change his footwear so his only option was to hide his trainers and attend the interview shoeless.
He took off his trainers and discreetly placed them as far into a bush in a nearby supermarket car park.
He returned to the police station in his socked feet and told to sit in the waiting area. It was empty at first but several of the local undesirables entered complaining about coppers or demanding the return of seized property. Carl tried hiding his shoeless feet.
“Did someone nick your trainers?” asked a drunk guy. Everyone stared at Carl’s black crew socks, he just ignored the drunk but he was embarrassed.
Eventually he was taken for his interview were the officer also asked about his missing shoes. Carl told him to mind his own business as it wasn’t illegal to be shoeless in public. The copper left the room then returned five minutes later and started questioning Carl about the break-in. Hiding his own shoes had been a good idea as they would have incriminated him.
The copper asked plenty of questions to which Carl replied ‘No comment’.
The interview quickly ended and Carl was free to go.
“No night in the cells?” asked Carl.
“Nope” came the reply from the copper.
Carl asked the copper to telephone Alan.
“No” said the police officer smiling as he looked down at Carl’s socked feet. Carl said “how am I supposed to get home”.
“You arrived in your socks, so you can leave in your socks” replied the copper sarcastically.
A long walk home ensued after retrieving his hidden shoes.
The supermarket was closed and with the car park in darkness it was difficult to locate his shoes. He searched several bushes but couldn’t find his trainers. Annoyed that his shoes had been stolen , he wondered how anyone knew that a pair of trainers where hidden in the bushes. He became angry that his long walk home would now be considerably longer without shoes. Who took his Adidas trainers? Had the beggar who normally sits outside the supermarket seen Carl taking them off and they were now on his feet?
Walking through the town centre he spotted a homeless guy asleep in a shop doorway. He kicked the guy awake and demanded to see his shoes, the frightened guy pulled his trainers out of his sleeping bag. The dirty well worn pair of white Reeboks weren’t Carl’s missing trainers and they were too small to steal. Carl threw them into the road and walked away leaving the startled guy to retrieve them.
With aching feet he spotted a teenager walking towards him. Carl stopped him and asked him what shoe size he was, the teenager screwed his face and said “what!” as he looked down at his white Nikes. Carl shouted at him to take off his trainers. The teenager stepped back as Carl lunged forward.
“Give me your fucking shoes” screamed Carl but the scared teenager took flight, Carl tried chasing him but his sore socked feet could not catch the sprinting young lad.
Half an hour later Carl stopped to rest his feet when he spotted a police car, he hoped it would stop and question him about his lack of footwear, maybe take pity and take him home, but it didn’t. He saw it several times as he hobbled his way home, he suspected it was tailing him. As he reached his front door the police car pulled up, the officer who had interviewed him earlier got out and told Carl he was under arrest.
Carl demanded to go inside his house to get some shoes but the officer slapped handcuffs on him and marched him to his car.

To be continued.

Stealing more of my neighbors shoes

Author – lovetoshoeswap

After stealing my neighbour’s nike air max from his doorstep i was feeling good about myself having managed to get away with it. After a few days I took a walk passed the guys house and noticed that he had another pair of shoes on the doorstep, this time it was a well worn pair of blue Adidas gazelles and my mind got to thinking “could this be another pair for me to wear?” I decided to leave it and think about it before stealing them. Later that night the shoes were the only thing going through my mind so i thought too hell with it im going for it so i followed the same plan as the last time. After sneaking out i came back with the shoes in hand and decided to slip my feet into them and to my delight the fit me perfectly better than the nikes i stole last time so i thought that i would wear them about the place to see if the guy whose shoes they were would notice

Big John loses his boots

Author – BBJake

John was part of a crew of 7 guys on a work site. They were all good friends and loved playing pranks and practical jokes on one another, but John was the biggest of the guys by quite a margin which made him a formidable target. He was well aware of this and used it to his advantage, pranking the other guys with impunity, knowing that it would be much harder for them to get him back. Last week he had tossed a massive bag of cement mix to Ollie and when the smaller man stumbled and fell over, trapped under the bag, he had pulled Ollie’s boots off and tossed them on the roof of their office trailer. He did get the bag off Ollie afterwards, but then the de-booted Ollie had to walk across the site in his socks and climb up on the trailer to get his boots back. Ollie had eyed John’s boots for the rest of the day, but he knew he didn’t stand a chance of getting them by himself.

Today though he would get his chance. As happened every so often the rest of the guys had got fed up with being pranked without being able to get John back and decided to gang up on him. John was sitting down on a pile of crates cleaning some of their tools, which was good because it meant he had his hands full and wasn’t focussing on what was going on around him. The other 6 guys crept up behind him and then when Ted gave the signal they pounced and grabbed him. He dropped the tools and tried to escape, but it was too late.

They wrestled him down so that he was lying on the crates. Sam and Patrick climbed up on his chest and sat on him, while Ian helped them control his arms. Ted and Nathan each grabbed one of John’s thick legs while Ollie got to work on his boots. Secretly, Ollie was overjoyed to get his hands on John’s big, heavy timberland boots, and not just as revenge for John stealing his own boots.

John was not going down without a fight though and was struggling so much that it was hard for Ollie to get hold of the laces. As he tried to brace himself against John’s leg and the crates so he could untie his boot, Ollie accidentally planted the heel of his own boot square in John’s crotch. John let out a yelp and his struggles got much weaker. Ollie felt a little bad about that, but the noise John made was also quite funny, and it was much easier for him to untie John’s bootlaces now.

Ollie got John’s left boot untied and slid the big, wheat coloured timberland off his foot, exposing his bright, white work sock. He set John’s left boot down and repeated the process on the right boot, pulling it off so that John was now just in his socks. He picked up the left boot and took a few steps back, chuckling a little at the sight of John, pinned down on the crates, bright white socks waggling in the air as he felt the heat from John’s feet radiating up from the heavy boots in his hands. After savouring the sight for a moment Ollie trotted off over to the office trailer and just as John had done to him, tossed first one big boot and then the other up onto the roof where they landed with loud thuds.

He got back over to the crates just as the other guys were getting off John and letting him up. John sat up slowly, slightly red in the face and panting from struggling. He looked down at his feet, wiggling his toes in his socks and smiled wryly.

“Alright, I guess you guys got me. They’re on the roof of the trailer?”

Ollie nodded, grinning.

John took a few minutes getting his breath back and then slipped off the crates, socked feet pressing into the soft dirt, and set off across the work site to the trailer. By the time he got his boots off the roof and sat down on the steps to them back on his socks were looking a lot less white. Deciding he didn’t want to get mud in his boots he stripped his socks off and put his boots on barefoot, making the rest of the guys laugh. As he tied his boots John looked over at Ollie, locking eyes with him and raising one thick blond eyebrow, before slowly dropping his gaze to Ollie’s boots. Ollie could tell John would be after his boots again soon, but he didn’t really mind that much.

Mate forgot his runners, borrows mine pt2

Author – Jayme

True Story Part 2

Since there was Three teams playing that day, our team had a round off, where I gave Ethans shoes back, and received my shoes back from Flynn. During the break, a couple other members of our team saw what we were doing and decided that they wanted in.

As the next round started off Flynn Borrowed a newish pair of Light grey Asics (Size 11.5) from Marcus who was rather hesitant but reluctantly agreed. Flynn played forward and because of the shoes he started to slip and slide on the court as Marcus’ shoes didn’t have the best grip. He was quickly substitued off and returning the shoes to Marcus.

Later in that same match when he had to sub back in, he borrowed a pair of Green Nike free +2 (2011) from Joseph. Since I was still playing I didn’t get to see the swap only the aftermath. when I was eventually subbed off I Lent my Nike Free to Joseph, he quickly put them on and joined the match as well. Moments later I was joined on the sideline bench by Marcus, since I was the next up I asked Marcus if I could borrow his shoes, he agreed but said that this is the last time he’ll swap shoes with anyone, It seems he wasn’t too thrilled about walking around sock-less and lending he’s shoes away. As I put his shoes on, I could feel the sweat he had been accumulating during the match with damp patchs forming around the edge of the upper material. As I started running I now knew the slippery feel Flynn felt. But there I was playing a game of soccer wearing Marcus’ shoes with Joseph wearing mine and Flynn wearing Josephs.

Finally just before our training finished we had one last match, on our team we had one guy who was really shy named Nick, he was wearing some a nice wet worn pair of Adidas vigor 4 tr (black/Hig-res red and solar slime, Size 12) I really fancied these shoes, the way he wore them, how the looked and thankfully they were in my size. As we were planning the order of substitution for the next match. I set myself up such that I would sub off toward the end of the game after Flynn and before Nick.
Just liked I planned Flynn borrowed my shoes one last time and I asked to borrow Nicks, too which he agreed. I think he enjoyed seeing me wearing his shoes, because I know I absolutely enjoyed wearing them, they were really comfortable and springy. Retreating to the position of goalkeeper, I could often be seen just looking down and admiring that I had gotten the opportunity to wear his shoes. Once the game was over I handed Nick back his shoes, And Flynn thanked me for letting him borrow mine, I should really be thanked him for letting me have all the fun 😉

Sorry for the long post, just added enough details on the shoes to help you get the right idea should you wish to google for pictures.
First time poster so I hope you enjoyed my story as much as I enjoyed participating in it.

Mate forgets his runners, borrows mine

Author – Jayme

True Story Part 1

Back in my school it was compulsory for all students to choose a sport. Lacking any athletic ability I was forced to play soccer. After trials I ended up being placed in the second from worst team, This didn’t bother me in the slightest since I knew that we were under no pressure to win, and all the other members of my team were all just there for a good time.

It all started one afternoon where because of an excess of teams the bottom two teams would have to train in the basketball gym. The basketball gym had a strict no spikes rule which meant any student who forgot to bring a pair of runners would have to join the higher level teams for more intense training, One of my Mates, Flynn, had forgotten his pair of runners that day so as we entered the gym he kicked off his cleats and tucked them away so that he could train in his socks.

Our coach was a pretty chill bloke and allowed this on the condition that Flynn would continue to train and not just spend the time siting out. Halfway through the training session we split into teams to play a couple rounds of Indoor soccer coincidently I got put in a team with Flynn. Some of our other team members included Ethan, Marcus, Joseph and Nick (+ a few more but these were the important players). Because there were too many people to play on the court at a time we organised rolling subs system where one person would go on as another went off. such that only two members of our team at a time were on the sidelines bench.

As it so happened Both Flynn and I were the subs who started off on the bench with him being first to sub on. Sitting there in his socks he slides over to me as asks:
“Hey Is it alright if i can borrow your shoes?”,
Not thinking I answered:
“yeh for sure, although I don’t think they’d fit you, they’re size 12(us)”,
I slid my feet out of my well worn Orange Nike Free 5.0 (2013) and passed them over to him, which he promptly put his sweaty socks into,
“Cheers mate, they’ll do”.

The coach blew his whistle for Subs and Flynn went onto the court to play for our team, It was quite a unique experience watching someone who wasn’t you wear your shoes and run around. They were a few sizes larger than him, (he normally wore size 10), but surpassingly they didn’t look ridicules on him and he was able to make it work. Too busy being distracted I didn’t realise that the coach had blown his whistle for me to sub on too, in a quick fluster of panic I told the Sub leaving the game, Ethan, that he’d have to keep playing since I didn’t have any shoes to wear. Without hesitation Ethan took off his Adidas Basketball Shoes (Crazy fast Black/aluminium/royal Blue) and kicked them over to me, I tried to quickly slip them on, although they were size 12, the laces were too tight, I quickly undid the laces and raced into the game to act as the goal keeper, His shoes were really comfortable and obviously moulded to his feet, I could feel his footprint within the shoes. Whilst the ball was at the other end I got down on one knee to tie up the laces whilst at the same time admiring the shoes that I have borrowed. It gave me time to think of what luck had brought me to this little group shoe swap, little did I know it would only got better from there.