Orange Socks – Pt. 7

Author – Jman

Scott had completed his community service and received his pink socks that he would have to wear at least until the council meeting that evening.

Later that day the noise of a car radio could be heard coming down the streets. The noise was so loud that the sheriff heard the noise before seeing the car. Dave, Dan, Stuart and Phil were out for a country drive enjoying the loud music. They were stopped for excessive noise, taken to the jail and ordered to take off their shoes. Dan took off some nice blue Converse all stars. Dave had a pair of blue soccer slides. Phil had yellow Osiris and Stuart had brown deck shoes.

The four then were walked over to the court house in their stocking feet. Their white socks visible for all to see. They figured that the best thing they could do would be to plead guilty. They heard the charges against them and Dave said, “In most places that would be a fine.” The judge said, “This is not most places. You guys think that you can tear through our town and disturb the good citizens who live here and just pay a fine and be on your way. No! You need to learn respect for others: Two weeks community service.” They were placed in the care of the community service supervisor who took them to the bunkhouse to get their orange socks. Since they liked tearing up the streets, they would spend the day sweeping the streets, their orange socks without shoes bringing attention to themselves. As they were let off the bus at their assignments the supervisor said, “You are much quieter now.”

That night the town council met to discuss Scott’s case. The Law said that everyone who does community service has to leave the town in pink socks. It was brought up that those who leave in pink socks probably get new shoes to wear in their own town. After much discussion it was decided that Scott would have to leave the town on the bus in pink socks and would have to buy a pair of shoes in the next town which he would then be free to wear.

Scott bought some new Nikes in the next town but after two weeks with just socks on his feet, the shoes seemed so unnatural and uncomfortable. Scott came into the diner and noticed Ryan working there. Ryan was being treated unkindly and Scott came to Ryan’s defense. One of the patrons of the diner said, “He’s wearing orange socks.” Scott replied, “And he deserves to wear them for what he did but we don’t have to be so mean to him.” Scott, having worn the orange socks himself, had come compassion for others who wore the orange socks.

At that time Brent, an employee of a prominent firm, who was passing through town attempted to pay for his lunch at the diner with a credit card. Sally told him that they don’t take credit cards because the town does not have the infrastucture for them. He would have to pay cash. He made it clear who he was and who he worked for. Sally replied, “Either pay cash or I call the police.” Brent did not have the cash to pay for his meal.

to be continued.

Orange Socks – Pt. 6

Author – jman

The bus pulled into the town. Luke was on the bus and noticed how clean the town was. The people in both orange and pick socks caught the attention of many of the tourists on the bus. Someone remarked, “The sidewalks in this town are so clean that you can walk on them in stocking feet and not get your socks dirty.” The bus driver stopped the bus and said that the bus would be stopping there for lunch and to fill the bus with fuel. The bus driver had mentioned that this town was considered one of the prettiest towns in the country and encouraged everyone to take some time and see the town. He mentioned the diner on the other side of the street.

Luke got of the bus as well as so many other people. Luke started to walk across the street to the diner when he got arrested for jaywalking. He was taken to jail, where he had to surrender his black skate shoes and was taken to court in his stocking feet. As Luke was before the judge, the judge noticed that Luke was wearing mismatched socks. “You like wearing mismatched socks, young lad?” “Yes, sir” said Luke. The judge replied, “That will change today. Two weeks community service.”

Luke was then taken to the bunkhouse and given the orange socks. The community service supervisor said, “Now you have socks that match.” Luke was given the task of sweeping the streets and sidewalks and the supervisor said, ‘It’s because of people like you that are streets are so clean, that they can be walked in stocking feet.”

Later the sheriff took Luke’s shoes to the thrift store. The store manager said, “Only one pair of shoes today?” “Yes,” replied the sheriff, “And not the nicest pair either. There was a young guy who had on some nice red and black Nikes that seemed in mint condition. At first it looked like he was going to step into the street and I was all set to nab him but he got back on the bus before breaking any rules and I could not get him and his shoes.”

The next day was Scott’s last day of community service. He exchanged his orange socks for the pink socks to show that his sentenced had been served. The city council is going to have to have a meeting about him. Those who do community service and get pink socks at the conclusion of their service are not allowed in any buildings that sell shoes. They also have no shoes to wear upon release because their shoes have been donated to the thrift store. People leave town in the pink socks and are almost always never seen again. Very rarely to the townspeople wear the orange socks. They know the rules and penalties and are very careful to break the law. But visitors are careless and break the law and when you break the law, you wear the orange socks. (That is the town motto.) But since Scott lives in this town, the council is going to have to determine if Scott will be allowed to wear shoes again or have to remain in pink socks.

to be continued.

My Classmate Jeff

Author – Shoeless Sub

The first time I met Jeff(rey) was in the orientation of my program. That day, he wore a denim shirt, black pants, and a pair of Nike Blazer Mids on his feet – clean, white, with a giant checkmark in green. Over the semester I gradually knew him, and I could see that this guy really had a sense of fashion – navy blue jacket that fitted perfectly, impeccably white turtleneck sweater, but what excited me the most were his shoes. He alternated among the blazer mids, a pair of Chelseas and another pair of Nikes whose name I do not know. Mostly, it was the blazer mids that I craved for the most.

And this semester, I got to try them on.

In early January I bought a new pair of Jordan 1 mids, and I wore them to class one day. That day, Jeff was wearing his blazer mids and after class, he came over and said, “Nice sneakers.”

“Thanks, I like yours too.”
“I’ve never had Jordans before.”
“Well, they look good. You should try a pair if you have the chance.”
“Yeah. What’s your shoe size?”

That last question slipped right out of his mouth. He must’ve realized that his mouth had moved faster than his brain, and he tried – very clumsily – to explain.

I couldn’t care less about his explanation, because all I was thinking was, “Does he want to try my shoes on?” I decided to gamble.

“10 1/2.” Then I added, “Look, you can try them on if you want to.” I made my offer half jokingly and waited for his reaction.

Hearing that, he neither showed a disgusted face nor explained that my shoes wouldn’t fit; he simply blushed. That was how I knew he wanted my Jordans. And really, I wanted him to have them, because that meant I could have his blazer mids. While he hesitated, I pressed again.

“I honestly don’t mind if you want to switch shoes with me for a few days. I know Jordans aren’t the cheapest sneakers out there – it’s better to try a pair on first before buying.”

I added further, pointing at my Jordans. “They’re very new, and you don’t have to worry about fungal infections or anything like that.”

His face reddened even more, but he quickly said yes.

So we sat down side by side on a marble bench by College Walk and began taking off our sneakers. Soon, there we were, both shoeless, with our sneakers next to our socked feet on the ground (I was wearing white crew socks, he black nike athletic socks). Many students were walking by, and their glances turned me on. I didn’t know whether Jeff saw my bulge, but he blushed again as he bent down to put on my Jordans.

I quickly put on his blazer mids. We agree to swap till next class (in two days). We then said goodbye and parted ways.

On the subway, all I could think of was “I’m wearing Jeff’s sneakers!” and as I returned to my apartment, I took my/his shoes off and dropped my pants. I actually wanted to use his left shoe, but on second thought I realized that was technically illegal (no seriously, consent matters!!!). In the end, reason beat lust, and I pulled out last minute, so nothing landed inside (or on) the shoe.

During the next two days, I wore Jeff’s shoes as much as possible, though blazer mids aren’t the most comfortable sneakers for me – the soles are really too stiff. Anyways, two days passed quickly, and the next class I wore the sneakers to class. The guy sitting next to me saw me and said, doesn’t Jeff have the same Nikes? I almost said I was literally wearing his shoes, but that would require extra explanation, so I just laughed it off. “Hopefully he’s not wearing them today.” I joked.

For a moment I was worried that he wouldn’t show up, but in the end he did. And after class, we swapped our sneakers back.

Back in my apartment, I took off my Jordans and noticed two round, white stains on the inside of my right shoe. I instantly knew that Jeff did to my sneakers what I had wanted to do to his. I knew what he did was wrong, But instead of feeling offended, I was turned on. I wondered whether Jeff would be equally excited if he saw my cum stains in his shoes.

Game Over

Author – lrsocks

The subway ride home was ending the work week and beginning the weekend. There were not that many people left. I had crossed my legs with my right foot up on my left knee. I slipped my heel out of my shoe revealing my black New Balance sock with the blue heel. At the next stop right before the doors started closing the guy in front of me grabbed my right blue and yellow New Balance 515 sneaker, ripped it from my foot, and slipped out the door before it closed. It was like he did it all in one motion. The few people near me looked from my face to my black and yellow sock with blue toe and heel to the guy that had stolen my sneaker.

After the initial shock I turned just in time to see the guy wave my sneaker at me as we pulled away. I was helpless. I didn’t know what to do. I stared at my sock not believing what had just happened. One minute I had a sneaker. The next I was missing it. I looked at one person who tried to hide his smile and giggle. Another person turned away as if to say I did not see that happen. I had to begin my weekend with one shoe. Luckily there were not too many people left to laugh and point at me as I walked out of the subway missing my right sneaker.

My next encounter with the thief would happen sooner than later. We were back on the subway, but I sat far away from everyone this time. I had my legs crossed like before, but I did not slip my heel out this time. I made sure the thief was not around and started looking at my phone. I was too into looking at videos and did not notice the guy had moved closer to where I was sitting. Just as before at the next stop he grabbed my blue and black New Balance 501 sneaker, ripping it from my blue sock foot with gray toe and heel and slipped out the closing door.

This time we were both surprised that the door opened back up. The few people near me looked at me as if to say, ‘Go get him’! He took off as I got up to chase him. It was a short chase because right there next to subway stood the thief holding my right sneaker. He was being held by a police officer. We all just stood there until the officer told the thief to take my other sneaker. I was confused as much as the thief. The officer told him to go on and do it. He looked at me, and I looked at the officer.

The officer said do it or else we can all go to the station. I was in shock. Was he going to let the thief just take my sneakers leaving me in my sock feet? As if he could not believe what was happening the thief reached down to take my left sneaker. I was too much in shock to resist as he grabbed my leg and lifted my foot. He slipped my sneaker off revealing my other blue sock foot. He stood back up looking at the officer. I was looking at the officer as well thinking what was going to happen next.

The officer then told the thief that if he was going to do something to do it right. He then told him to hand over my sneakers to him. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Next the officer looked at me and told me to take the thief’s sneakers. The thief tried to protest, but the officer grabbed him by the arm. None of this made sense, but hey, he had taken my sneakers. I slowly bent down and looked up at the thief. He lifted up his left foot, and I slipped off his blue, gold and white New Balance 575 sneaker revealing his blue and white Nike elite sock. After taking the left one, I slipped off the right one as well.

The officer then told the thief now you know how it feels to have your sneakers stolen. I looked from the officer to the thief. The officer told me to hand him the sneakers. Now the officer had both our sneakers, and we were standing their in our sock feet looking at him wondering what would happen next. The officer then told us to get lost. I looked at the thief, and he looked at me. We started to protest, but the officer spoke up and said I can take you both in for stealing if you want, or you can both walk away.
The officer said you can go down to the station and be booked for theft and spend the night in jail or you can walk away. The thief and I looked down at our sock feet wiggling our toes trying to decide. I watched as the thief walked off first looking at his sneakers in the officer’s possession. I wanted my sneakers back, but I didn’t want to go to jail. I looked at my feet again and slowly walked away looking at my sneakers in the officer’s hands.

I was mad because I had lost three sneakers. I thought well at least the thief had lost his sneakers as well. I had to do the walk of shame again this time without both my sneakers. Like last time people pointed and laughed at my sock feet. Even though I was mad I kind of enjoyed having my sneakers stolen and walking in my sock feet in public.

Orange Socks – Pt. 5

Author – Jman

Another day of community service has come to an end. The orange-socked lads are returning to the bunkhouse. Today was Scott’s second day of working at the diner. Ryan had to pump gas and wash windshields. Andy was at the store sweeping floors, stocking shelves and bagging groceries. Will and the brits were cleaning streets and the rest of the sockies were doing yardwork for various townspeople.

Scott sits down on his bunk puts his face in his hands and shakes his head saying: “I can’t believe that I’m wearing the orange socks.” Andy said, “I can’t believe this either.” Ryan then said, “This is ridiculous and unfair.” Scott then replied, “You are getting exactly what you deserve. We work so hard to keep our town clean and well kept and you throw garbage on our clean streets. So many people pass through this town with no regard or respect for our town. They litter, they speed down our streets and think nothing of it. They need to be taught a lesson. If you litter and dirty our town, you can spend some time cleaning it up and you can do it while wearing orange socks so everyone knows that you are a litter bug. Yes, we have strict rules and tough penalties, but we need this to keep our town clean and serene. You break the law, you wear the orange socks. That’s how it is here.”

Andy then said, “Yes, everyone stares at you and looks down on you when you are wearing the orange socks.” Scott said, “Yes, but for me it is different. The people staring at you are strangers but the people staring at me and those bright orange socks are my friends and families. You will leave town when your service is done but I will still be here.”

Ryan said, “And you think that this is fair? Scott replied, “Yes, I broke the rules and now I am paying the price.” Will then chimed in, “We’re not the first ones to wear the orange socks. Those who wore them before us told us to accept our situation and make the best of it and cooperate so we can go home when our two weeks are up.” Ryan replied, “These orange socks are kind of comfy.”

It was the next morning. Will, Richard, James, John and myself were serving our last day. We were washing windows and the courthouse and the jail. When it was time to be released, when went to the jailer to turn in our orange socks. We were then given pink socks to put on. Pink socks were to show the townspeople that our sentence had been served and we were free to go. The pink socks would also serve as a bus ticket out of town. Anyone needed to get a car out of impound would also neet to come to the impound yard wearing the pink socks or would be arrested. Will asked about his Nikes and was told they had been donated to the thrift store. The five were also reminded about the town’s ordinance that anyone wearing pink socks may not purchase shoes.

While frustrated about losing our favorite sneakers, we were more than happy to get out of town. As we left, we heard the jailer and the community service director talking. “Five people got released today.” “Yes, and seven more are getting released tomorrow. That will leave only three in the bunkhouse. That may not be enough to meet all the requests for community service workers.” They both look at the five pink-socked lads waiting for the bus. The jailer said, “People get on the bus but they also get off the bus and come into our town.” The service director said, “That’s right, maybe we’ll be okay after all.”

To be continued.

Shoe for pencil dare

Author – Sam

My best friend is Alex. We’re both super skinny and like the only country boys at our school so Alex is really my only friend. Alex is the kid that just doesn’t care and just does anything. A week ago and me and Alex were in second block. It was near the end of class and me and Alex were done all our work. I said Alex do something stupid this class is boring. Alex said like what. I thought for a second and then got an idea. Basically our teachers policy is if you need to borrow a pencil you have to give her one of your shoes and you can’t get your shoe back until you give her the pencil back. I said I dare you to go up and ask for a pencil and not give it back. Alex said then I wouldn’t have a shoe. I said that’s the point. Alex smiled and said ok fine. Alex got up and walked up to her desk and said can I have a pencil. She said yes and pulled out a pencil and said now give me collateral. Alex pulled his right cowboy boot off his white sock foot and handed it to her and she handed him the pencil. Alex then sat down and said ok happy. I laughed and said yea. Me and Alex sat on our phone till the end of class. When the bell rang I said Alex remember just walk out without your boot. Alex said ok fine and left with his left boot and just a white sock on his right foot. Alex said as we were walking down the hallway this feels so weird. I said it’s fine don’t worry about it. For the next classes Alex was one shoed and tried to keep his sock foot hidden behind his booted foot but his white sock foot stuck out. His sock also got dirty and turned tan and had dirt and even a hair dangling off of it. Then it was time for lunch and me and Alex got a trey of food and sat down. Alex kept putting his sock foot in my lap. We then finished the day. Me and Alex were walking down the hallway and Alex said give me a minute I’m going to go get my boot. I said no don’t not yet. Alex said I need my boot. I said just wait till tomorrow. Alex said ok fine and we got on the bus and went home. The next day Alex got on the bus wearing his left boot and a new white sock on his right foot. Alex sat down. I said what’s up Mr one shoe. Alex said shut up I wouldn’t be missing a boot if I didn’t take your dare. I laughed. We made it to the school and went to first block. Alex once again tried to hide his sock foot and his sock started to get dirty again. Then first block was over and it was time for second block. As we were walking there Alex said I can’t wait to get my boot back. I said I’m not this was funny. When we got in the classroom we sat down. Alex then whispered to me dude I can’t find her pencil. I said just give her another one. Alex said ok. Basically our teacher give out these pink pencils with strawberry shortcake on them. He pulled out one of his own pencils and went up to her desk. Alex said can I have my boot back. Our teacher said I thought you weren’t coming back for it after yesterday. She pulled out Alex’s boot and said hand over my pencil. Alex said yea about that I kind of lost it but here’s one of mine. Our teacher said I’m not taking your pencil back I want my pencil back. I said well I lost it. Our teacher said well then till you give me my pencil back or another pencil with strawberry shortcake on it you’re not getting your boot back. Alex said seriously. Our teacher said yes now go sit down. Alex sat back down next to me and said this is all your fault and laughed. Ever since then for the past week Alex has been stuck wearing one boot. His dad won’t buy him a new pair of boots. He ordered some strawberry shortcake pencils but they aren’t going to be here for a few weeks so Alex is stuck wearing one boot till then I guess. Surprisingly he doesn’t really care that much about missing a boot and jokes about it now it’s so funny. Can’t believe my little dare did all this. I’ll write an update when more stuff happens.

Orange Socks – Pt. 5

Author – Jman

Scott was not able to pay for the food that he ate at the diner and was given two weeks of community service. He had been to the diner many times before but now he would be walking in wearing the infamous orange socks, indicating he had broken the law and was being punished. He often teased others who cleaned tables in their orange socks but now he was cleaning tables in his orange socks. He felt quite humiliated. I had entered the diner with my lunch voucher and saw him there. We made eye contact. Part of me was glad that he finally got a dose of his own medicine but I also felt for him because I know what he was going through. The orange socks let everyone in the town know he had broken the law and was doing community service.

Later that afternoon Ryan and Andy were driving through town. They stopped at a mom and pop grocery store to buy pop and potato chips. They ate the chips in front of the store. They crinkled up the bags which the chips were in and threw them at the trash bin on the side of the street as if they trying to make a basket with a ball. The bags missed the bin and hit the street. They went toward the trash bin to retrieve the bags when they were stopped by the sheriff. He waked up to Andy and Ryan and told them they were under arrest for littering. They explained that they were just playing around and missed the trash bin. The sheriff told them that because the trash hit the street, that was littering on the street and they would have to be taken to jail.

Having no choice, they got in the police car and went to the jail. Upon arriving the jailer said, “Two more.” Ryan and Andy were told to take off their shoes and go in the jail cell. They asked for mercy stating that they were just acting silly and the chips bag missed the trash. The sheriff told them that they could straighten everything out with the judge the next morning. They would have to spend the night in jail until the judge could hear their case the next morning. Knowing that there was nothing they could do, Andy took of his Red Wing work books and Ryan took of his brown casual slip-on shoes. The jailer took their shoes away and put the young men in the cell for the night.

The next morning, they went to court. They asked where their shoes were and were told that they had to go to court in stocking feet so they would not escape while going from the jail to the courthouse. Andy had white socks and Ryan had brown socks. If they were found innocent, they would get their shoes back. If they were found guilty, their shoes would be donated to the thrift shop and as the town passed a resolution that anyone found guilty of a crime has to donate their shoes to the thrift store.

Ryan and Andy appeared before the judge. The sheriff charged them with littering. Ryan and Andy explained that they were acting silly by throwing the potato chip bags into the trash bin from a distance and they did not mean any harm. They missed the trash bin and the bags landed on the street. It was an honest mistake.

The judge then said, “If the trash lands on the street, then that is littering. I find you guilty of littering and sentence you to two weeks of community service.” The young men stood there in shock over what just happened. The judge turned the two offenders over to the community service supervisor who loaded them on the mini bus to take them to the bunkhouse.

Once at the bunkhouse, the two were exchanged their brown and white socks for the orange socks. They were told to put on the orange socks. “This is what you will be wearing when you do your community service so that everyone knows that you broke the Law and are serving out your sentence. To make sure that the orange socks are clearly seen by everyone, tuck them into your pant legs. These socks are thick and durable so you will not be wearing shoes while doing your community service.” Andy and Ryan did as they were told. They were loaded on to the mini bus and given their assignment of sweeping the streets. “You dirtied our streets, now you can clean them,” the community service manager said to them. They were just passing through and stop to get a snack and now they were sweeping the streets in bright orange stocking feet.

Meanwhile the jailer took Ryan’s slip-on’s and Andy’s work boots to the thrift store. Placing the shoes on the shoe shelf he said, “Two litter bugs.”

to be continued.

Orange Socks – Pt. 4

Author – jman

It was spring break time which meant many people travelling through the small town on there way to the beaches. Many heading to spring break were not going to have the spring break they wanted. Instead of being on a beach wearing sandals or flip-flops, they were going to be wearing orange socks with no shoes and doing community service.

The eight offenders arrested yesterday put on their orange socks and were loaded on the mini bus. Joel and Paul were dropped of at the gas station. Since they made fun of Matt’s shoeless state the day before it was fitting that they also clean windows in their stocking feet. Jesse was dropped of at the diner and the rest were sent to various yards of people to do spring clean ups. Sockies could bee seen in their orange socks all over town always but more so this time of year.

Scott, a college student who lived in the town, always liked to taunt and tease the sockies because they are not allowed to talk to anyone while doing community service. He would also buy from the thrift store that violators had to donate to taunt them even more. He walked into the diner where Jesse had his pants tucked into his orange socks on his shoeless feat, identifying Jesse as an offender. Scott made fun on his shoeless state. Jesse wanted to say something but could not.

Sally told Scoot that he should be nicer to the sockies. Scott replied, “Why should I? They come into our peaceful town and break the Law. They need to know that actions have consequences. If they are going to come into our town then they had better behave.” With that Sally gave the Scott the bill for his food. But it seemed that Scott was short on money that day.

Despite Scott begging her not to, Sally called the police. She informed the police that Scott ordered food and would not pay for it. Scott got arrested. He was taken to jail and was forced to take off his tan Osiris. He begged for mercy and appealed to the fact that his dad worked at the jail. He was told that because his dad is an officer, that he should know the rules. He kicked off the tan tennis shoes. They got placed in the bin and Scott went to court in his stocking feet, just like so many before him.

He was found guilty of not paying for goods or services and he was sentenced to three weeks of community service and he had to donate his sneakers to the thrift store. He asked if he could still live at home while doing his community service. He was reminded, all those who do community service live at the bunkhouse and to get on the mini bus that was waiting for him.

He got to the bunkhouse and was told to put on the regulation orange socks. Scoot asked if he could do his community service while wearing shoes because everybody in town knew him and it would be embarrassing. his request was denied: “You break the law, you were the orange socks.” Scott found himself among the sockies that he had taunted and teased and all the other offenders were delighted to see him wearing the orange socks.

Scott would then be assigned to work at the diner.

to be continued