My Cousin Rick

Author – Montana

This happened back in the 7th grade my cousin moved in he was in the 8th and I thought this would be great like having a big brother and it was we got along great. The day before school started Mom took us clothes shopping for school new shirts jeans shorts and new shoes. Which was great I had outgrown my shoes Mom told us both to pick any shoes we wanted I picked a pair of Nike ACG Air Terra Antarktik GTX. Ricky my cousin got a pair of Jordan 1 High OG He had picked his first. My dad was so pissed over the cost but my mom said Ricky deserved something nice for once and she wasn’t leaving me out. I couldn’t wait for school the next day that night I tossed my old shoes they were so trashed and hurt my feet. I laid my new clothes out and went to bed. The next morning, I showered got dressed put on my socks my left high top reached for my right one and it was gone I looked everywhere are dog like to get stuff and chew on them. I asked Ricky if he knew where my shoe was, He said no and started looking for it. I asked my mom she started looking my dad said you better find it or learn to hop and he and Mom got into an argument over why she spent that much money on shoes again and how it was a bad idea. We kept looking even Ricky was helping talking about how much this sucked. My Dad came into my room and said we have to go, get in the car I’m not going to be late for work. We got in the car Ricky said we will find it after school. On the way I keep looking down at my Nike ACG Air Terra Antarktik GTX on my left foot and my white soak on my right foot begging Dad not to make me go to school. We pulled up in front of the school dad said go, we got out I walked in missing my shoe. Ricky keeps saying it will be fine just tell everyone your foot is hurt the teachers believed me don’t think anybody else did. The first part of the day sucked with all the comments and questions. We got home and I started looking everywhere dad got home and asked if I found my shoe. I said no he said wear one or find it. I had to go for six weeks not kidding it became just normal. Ricky’s mom and dad got their act together so he went back to live with them. I did not see him until the first week of March this year at a family reunion and it reminded me of what happened he was talking and He said you know I took your shoe and tossed in a clothes collection box because I wanted the best shoes. I picked mine then you picked better ones I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry.

Drunk guys trainers at a bar

Author – Anonymous

It was a typical Friday night at the local bar, the air thick with the scent of alcohol, chatter, and laughter filling every corner of the room. I had just arrived, eager to unwind after a long week at work. As I made my way to the bar to order a drink, I couldn’t help but notice a group of rowdy guys in the corner, clearly already several drinks deep.

Among the group was a particularly intoxicated guy wearing a pair of sleek Nike 270’s trainers. His movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, his words slurring together as he stumbled to the bathroom. Curiosity piqued, I decided to follow him, wondering what trouble he might get himself into next.

I slipped into the bathroom unnoticed and saw the drunk guy stumble into a stall, his trainers visible beneath the door. Without a second thought, I crouched down and reached under the stall, quickly untying the shoelaces of his left shoe. The drunk guy was too distracted by his own state to even notice, giving me the perfect opportunity to yank his shoe off his foot.

Feeling a rush of excitement, I repeated the process on his right shoe, the guy still oblivious to my actions. I couldn’t believe my luck as I held his expensive trainers in my hands, a mischievous grin on my face. But I wasn’t done yet.

With a quick glance around the bathroom, I located the stall next to the drunk guy’s. I slipped inside, taking off my own shoes and setting them aside. Then I smell the inside of his trainers still smelled new and fresh, a stark contrast to the dingy bathroom. I inhaled deeply, the scent of new shoes filling my senses.

I then reached into my backpack, pulling out a fresh pair of socks. I slipped them on, relishing the feeling of clean fabric against my skin. With a sense of satisfaction, I carefully placed my own shoes into my backpack, making room for the stolen trainers. Sliding my feet into the drunk guy’s trainers, I adjusted the lacing to fit comfortably, relishing the feeling of walking in such expensive shoes.

Feeling a thrill unlike any other, I exited the stall and casually made my way out of the bathroom. The drunk guy was still inside, unaware that his prized trainers were now on my feet. I made my way back to the bar, ordering a drink and downing it in one gulp.

As I made my way out of the bar, the stolen trainers snug on my feet, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration. The rush of pulling off such a daring heist, the satisfaction of walking in expensive shoes that weren’t mine, it was a feeling I never wanted to end. I made my way home, the stolen trainers now a prized possession in my collection.

And as I drifted off to sleep that night, the stolen trainers by my bed, I couldn’t help but revel in the thrill of the night’s events. It was a heist unlike any other, a daring act of theft that left me feeling alive and invigorated. The stolen trainers were more than just shoes, they were a symbol of my daring and creativity, a reminder that sometimes, the best adventures come from the most unexpected places.

Cocky Bully basketball player

Author – Anonymous

When I arrived at the party, the first thing that caught my eye was the flashy pair of Nike Kd Trey 5’s basketball shoes that adorned the feet of a cocky basketball player. He strutted around with a slight swagger, clearly aware of the attention his footwear was garnering. As the night went on, I couldn’t shake the desire to possess those shoes for myself.

I mustered up the courage to approach the basketball player and strike up a conversation. He greeted me with a casual nod and a dismissive “see you around the party,” clearly not interested in engaging in small talk. Undeterred, I kept a close eye on him throughout the night, making sure he didn’t slip away before I had a chance to make my move.

As the party began to die down and guests started to filter out, I noticed the basketball player heading towards one of the guest rooms. I followed behind discreetly, ensuring that he didn’t realize he was being tailed. Once he entered the room and closed the door behind him, I quickly locked it from the outside, trapping him inside.

I waited in the shadows, biding my time until I was certain he had fallen asleep. When the room fell silent, I cautiously cracked the door open and peered inside. The basketball player was sprawled out on the bed, his legs hanging off the edge due to his towering height. This was my moment.

Quietly, I tiptoed into the room and approached the bed where the basketball player lay motionless. With trembling hands, I reached out and began to touch his shoes tentatively, almost reverently. The Nike Kd Trey 5’s were even more impressive up close, the sleek design and vibrant colors beckoning me closer.

Gathering my courage, I carefully slipped the shoes off his feet, being careful not to disturb him. His snoring filled the room, providing cover for my daring act. With the prized possessions in hand, I made my escape, leaving the basketball player none the wiser.

As I walked away from the party, a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins. The thrill of my heist made my heart race, knowing that I had successfully managed to take what I desired without anyone suspecting a thing. As I glanced back at the house, I smirked to myself, knowing that the basketball player would wake up in confusion, his beloved shoes missing.

For weeks, I kept the stolen Nike Kd Trey 5’s hidden away, only daring to wear them on the weekends when the basketball player was unlikely to spot them. The shoes served as a constant reminder of my audacious feat, fueling my desire for more excitement and adventure.

In the end, the stolen shoes became both a coveted prize and a burden, a symbol of my daring escapade that I would never forget. The thrill of the chase and the rush of adrenaline lingered in my memory, a testament to the lengths I would go to in pursuit of what I desired. And though the basketball player never discovered the truth behind his missing shoes, I knew that my actions had left an indelible mark on both of us.

Sweet Sweet revenge

Author – Luke

When in school we had a real monster of a math teacher – Mr. McCarter. he regularly punished boys by making them go shoeless, collect the garbage in the yard shoeless, walk round the block in socks, or occasionally go home in socks. Another favorite punishment of his was taking away a chair and making boys sit with bent knees – an extremely painful position. He would always make horribel sarcastic comments to boys he punished like “Enjoy the walk, I think the council cleaned the sidewalk” or “You guys should arrange for carpet for your walk home.” He was a real racist too, and regularly singled out boys from our ethnic group for punishment.

Eventually a couple of us decided that it was time to get even. it had been a few years since, and one of us even had made a small amount of money, and most of us were simply bent of revenge.

We turned up outside the school building one day, and approahced him as he was leaving. “Hi Mr. McCarter” we greeted him warmly. He acted as if he didn’t know us – possibly out of sheer racism.

Jeremiah, dressed in a good suit, and looking the most prosperous took up the conversation. “Hi, I passed the accountancy examination yesterday, and I’m getting a serious promotion at work. You know it’s all due to your math lessons. ” He paused and said, “Hey, I wish I could repay you someday”

Mr. MacCarter softened a bit at this display of effusive praise. Desmond also offered a hand and said that he’s doing well, helping out in an optician, and the math comes in good use. a couple more of us offered similar comments.

“why dont; you have a pint on us” Desmond offered generously, pointing to the pub down the road.

“Sorry, but I have to keep moving” Mr. McCarter said, explaining that he has to take the subway across town.

I told him we’re sorry that hes not joining us, just as Jeremiah said no problem, I’ll drive you home.

He told Jeremiah that we won’t find his house etc … but Jeremiah assured him that if he puts it on his phone on Waze then it will all work out.

He followed us into a pub, Jeremiah said that he can’t drink as he’s driving, so baiscally it was Desmond, Paul, and I drinking with him. we made sure he finished a couple of pints, and then Jeremiah paid and siad that we have to get going.

I climbed into the front passenger seat of Jeremiah’s seven seater, and acted a bit drunk. the others told me to give him teh seat, it’s not respectful etc …. etc … but I pretended to act drunk. He straight away said it’s not a problem etc …. and climbed into the back. Paul was next to him, while Winston and Desmond sat behind him, with Jeremiah at the wheel. So far so good.

Jeremiah asked him for his phone and Waze, and totally unsuspecting he handed it over. Jeremiah put the phone on silent, where MacCarter couldn’t see it. The doors were childlocked before. An Jeremiah started driving. Mac Carter soon told us we’re going the wrong direction.

“OOh no, must be traffic that way, this is what Waze said” Jeremiah said picking up the phone and waving it in the air. He put the news on, and with a couple of pints in him, and distracted by the news, Mac Carter stopped commenting.

After about ten minutes Jeremiah swung onto a highway. before MacCarter could comment Paul leaned over to him “Thanks for your phone. Now give me your shoes man” Mac Carter looked absolutely shocked and refused to cooperate. Winston had remained silent the whole time, MacCarter had probably forgotten there was someone behind him. Now he suddenly pressed a small sharp cold blade, and told him that he suggests he cooperates. Still nothing doing. “Don’t push me, it won’t be funny ” he said, as he put a tiny bit of pressure.
eventually Paul picked up one of the guy’s legs, and pushed it towards me. He was warned that if he moves Winston will cut. his foot came next to my seat, and I unlaced his shoe and took it off. Realising we were serious he gave us his second shoe.

We drove about twenty kilometres down the highway, out of the town, and pulled up by a deserted farmhouse that we knew. the ground was broken cement, bits of grass and weeds that had broken through, loose pebbles, and various bits of garbage. Jeremiah and I jumped out the front, and opened the back doors. We didn’t say much to him, but we got out, and stood around loitering, Jeremiah holding the keys and MacCarter’s phone, while I went to a side to relieve myself.
He stayed seated in the car for a minute or two As we had planned, after drinking the two beers he too had to leave the car and go to the side.
As he got out, Desmond said, “Be careful of rusty nails. We haven;t got a antibiotics here”

Then we told him he ahs to sit without a chair. “I ain’t doing anything of the sort. ” he commented “Yor’e doing what you told. You’ve got about forty days of detention waiting for you anyway, but dont; make them longer. ” As we stood gathered around him behind the ramshakle deserted farmhouse building, the guy realised he ahd no choice, but to complete the various punishments we gave him. First we made him sit for a long time without a chair. then we allowed him to climb up a rusty tractor nd take a seat, and made him write 200 lines – I SHALL NOT TAKE AWAY MY STUDENT’S SHOES.

After a couple of hours we brought him back, with a tiny amount of money in his pcket, and we dropped him shoeless in a subway station.

Sure hope he learns his lesson

The school lost and found find.

Author – Anonymous

When I was going to Physical Education AKA PE I went to check what was for lunch and right next the the cafeteria was the lost and found and after I look at what’s for lunch I turned around and started walking and my eyes saw an adidas shoe but I could see the other pair. I really wanted to take them but I had to go to class so I waited till the end of the day and went to the lost and found and look for the other shoe that matches the adidas shoe and I grab it out of the back but then I put it on top and walked away but then I went back and grabbed then, I unzipped my backpack shoved then in there and zipped it back up. Then I start to jogging a bit to get toward the exit. When I got home I tried the with the laces tied as it was and I new the owner had big feet because the was a gap between the tongue of the shoe and my foot, also the shoe was a size 11 while I can barely fit a 8.5 Nike shoes, then I untied the laces and tied them together tight to my feet but no so tight so I can’t slip out of the shoes, did the same to the other one, then I felt the space between my toes and the tip of the so and it was kinda big so I made a DIY thing and attached it to the tongue of the shoes and it fit perfectly-ish, so I jumped in them, then walked in them. The End.

Shopping in Peti’s clothes

Author – Tomi

Shopping in Peti’s clothes

I met my friend Peti through a cousin. Although there was a good couple of years of age difference between us, we became very good friends, we hung out together a lot in our free time. Once I went over to them in work clothes, and then we were going to do something, but I felt something in the air, it was very tense. Later, she blurted out that she had a fight with her mom because she was her mom, because she made up the idea to ask me to take them to the supermarket in the nearby town, since she didn’t have a car or a license yet. My eyes immediately lit up because I was in work clothes and I had an idea. I’ve always liked his hiking boots, so I said that I don’t want to go home and change, lend me a T-shirt, pants and his hiking boots and we can go. We were about the same size, but I didn’t even ask about the foot size. He found the idea strange, since it wouldn’t have taken long for me to go home, but he said yes. My heart was pounding as I took off my clothes and started to put on his. His sports t-shirt was freshly washed, but it was his! He gave me a pair of gray velvet pants with pockets, just the right fit for me, and the hiking boots… they felt so good to wear. It was Petin all the time at school, and now it’s on me, adorning my legs.
While shopping at the store, all three of us went in different directions, and then suddenly I heard my friend’s mom calling after me. “Pete!” I turned and saw that he was very surprised that I was not his son, I had deceived his clothes.
After we went home after shopping, I put on my own clothes, we had dinner and I went home. At home, I still had the feeling of changing clothes, my heart started beating again, I took off my socks. I could feel the smell of the leather hiking boots on it, since it took over and mixed with mine for about two hours…

On the Train

Author – –

It was late in the evening and I was on my way home from college. Since I live quite far away, I have to take the train. I went up and sat down. There was only me in the carriage, so I had plenty of room for myself.

At the next station a tall, blond boy came up around 19/20 years old. With amazement he sat in front of me, even though the rest of the train was empty. He wore a black hoodie, white cargo and the north face jacket.

Given the heat that was on the train, he took off his jacket and then his shoes, kicking them away near my seat. They were Jordan 1 high size 11 in great condition. They were the same size as me and I wanted them. I thought of a way to get some.

I think he was a student, he started studying from his books until he got tired and fell asleep listening to music with headphones. We were about to get to my station and I said this is the time, but I couldn’t get off with shoes in my hand it would be weird. My backpack was full and there was nothing. I immediately saw his jacket that he had put in the seat next to me. When the train stopped, he was still sleeping. I took his jacket and wrapped his shoes in it. I got up and got off the train. I waited a while to see if he would get off at the same stop, but the train left and I went home. I don’t know what the guy thought when he woke up!

Locker Neighbour Left his sports bag behind

Author – Jayme

Another story of mine from back in my school. One day after school I had to stay back for a drama production. When I arrived at my locker, I realised my locker neighbour (a hot guy in the year above me) had left his sports bag behind at his locker. Not wanting it to get stolen I took it home with me. When I got home I opened it up to find all his worn sports clothes including a hot pair of hot blue Nike runners. So that night I started trying on all his still sweaty gym clothes and the shoes were perfect. The next morning, I put everything back where I found it and let him know I had his sports bag. He was so thankful that it wasn’t stolen. And he never knew how much excitement I got out of it.

Can’t Aford Fuel

Author – Chris Wall

Heres another true story that happened to me.

A few years ago, I was returning home from work rather late, (about 11pm). I needed to fill up with fuel and decided to use my local garage to fill up.

I pulled in and filled my car with fuel, whilst i was filling I noticed a nice BMW parked and a fit lad also filling his car, I was thinking to myslef, I wonder if I could get away with dragging him to my trunk and bundling him in, for some fun???

But after day dreaming and my fuel nozzel clicking to show it was full, I closed the flap and headed into the shop to pay.

I’ve used this station for years and the guy knows me, as I walked in he was shouting at the young lad.

‘Fxxking people, fill up and can’t pay!’

The lad stood they decheveled, “I’m sorry I thought I had enough on my card, I’m sorry!”

Mr Patel, then shouted “I’m calling the police”

The lad stood and begged, “No sir I’m so sorry please don’t call the police, I’ll come back tomorrow, take my watch!”

The conversation was getting heated, I looked at the lad and before I want to drag him in my car to rape him, now I felt sorry.

Mr Patel, picked up the phone and spoke “POLICE PlLEASE!”

I had an idea.

“Hey Mr P, put the phone down” I said.

He looked at me and I continued, “I’ll pay”

The lad looked at me, ” Oh mate, thanks, give me your address and I’ll bring it round”.

I stopped him, “What size are your nikes?”
“Sorry?” he answered and he looked down at his feet. On his feet were a pair of white Nike 270s, used but i nice condition.
“Urr 9, why?”
“Mr P, how much does he owe?”
“£37.50” He replied
“OK, I want your nikes and your socks and I’ll pay for your fuel!”
He smiled, “my trainers and socks?”
“Yep” I smiled
“I can’t, your joking right?”
I looked straight at him, “No, I’ll pay for your fuel and I want your trainers and socks in exchange”
He looked at me, “But……..”
“I inturupted him, “look Mr P will call the police, youll get reported and end up with a caution or worse go to the Magistrate and get a record, so have a think!”

He stood looked at me, “I dont have a choice, OK” he then bent down to undo his lace.
“No No, keep them on not here, lets get your fuel paid”
I gave Mr P my card and he handed me the machine, I punched in my numbers, and it buzzed printing out my sale receipt.

I thanked Mr P and we left, I walked over with the lad to his car. He turned to me I suppose I should say thanks?”
He went to his boot and opened it and took out an old really muddy pair of running shoes, he sat down and crossed his legs.

I watched as he un tied the lace and slipped his trainer off his foot, he placed it down and then rolle dhis jeans and slipped his socks off. It was a white Nike sports sock, clearly been on his feet all day.

He then took one of his running shoes and slipped it one and tied the lace.

Then he swapped lags, untying the lace and sliping his trainer fof, then his hand slowly slid the warm sock down over his ankle and off his foot.

He put the socks in the trainers, put the runner on and tied the lace, then handed them to me.

He got up closed his boot and walked to his door, he banged his feet to try to dislodge some of the mud, and got in.

Before closing his door, he looked at me standing holding his nikes and socks, “Thanks” he said.

I just smiled and went to my car.

I the car the first thing I did was to plant my nose in his trainers and socks and smell his feet.

OHHHHHHH Gooooddd they smelt so nice, like laundry and boy warm feet.

I slipped my trainer off and slid my foot into his trainers, I smelt his socks and just immersed myself in his odour imagining his feet in the socks and shoes.

Eye For A Pair of Air Force 1

Author – Chris Wall

A couple of years ago, I was driving through Upminster in Essex in my truck. It was 5th November (Bonfire Night) it was dark and I was driving homeand suddendly two eggs hit my wind screen, I looked to the side and there was a small grou of boy throwing eggs at passing cars.

I slamed my brakes and and shouted and they run, into an estate. I turned into a side road and see them so I chased them in my truck, they all split off and I followed one and then chased him down an alleyway and caught up with him.

I grabbed his coat and held him, “Get off!” he shouted.

“You throw something at my truck and smashed the window, I want £200 off you” I demanded.

He shood scared he was about 16 and obviously didnt have any money.

“I aint got any money” he said.

“OK I’ll call the police” I replied.

“No, No, I’m sorry” he begged.

I looked down and he had a nice pair of white airforce 1s on. They werent new which made them more appealing.

“OK, get those Nike off” I demanded.

“No dude, not my trainers”

I picked my phone up and pretended to dial the police.

Suddendly he said, “Ok, Ok” and he pulled his trainers off and handed them to me, I could feel they were warm and I could start to get the odour of a warm worn pair of trainers.

I let him go and watched him walking off with his head down in his socks on the damp pavement. I walked quickly back to my vehicle, throw his trainers on the passenger seat and drove off.

As soon as I was away from the estate, I pulled over and had a look at my latest catch.

I checked the size, bingo size 9, so I slipped my trainers off, smelt the AF1s and they smelt so much of boy’s feet, and pulled the laces and slipped each foot into the shoe.

They were still warm!

I still have them today.