Author's Note
Best Foot Forward
is written at the request of Literotica member,
ariel007a
.
It's a story of a smart, confident, and ambitious teen kid, Justin's aggressive takeover of the life and business of Roger Edmund Jackson, an established, mature family man.
Credit is due to Ariel for providing the inspiration and the plot outline from which the story is developed. I've also drawn inspiration from the Literotica story,
The Table That Turns
by the author,
Usualsuspectksa
.
Best Foot Forward
is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real-life characters is purely coincidental and unintended.
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CHAPTER 01: A New City, A New Start
Justin's riches to rags and back to riches life story begins in one of the more affluent, exclusive areas of the United Kingdom's capital city, London. He grew up with the best of everything a young man could wish for, the spoilt only child of highly-educated medical profession parents. His parents had enough money and generosity to ensure their one and only child received the very best education money could buy at some of London's most prestigious private boarding schools.
Justin hardly ever had to hear a "no" to his requests. If there was one thing lacking in his early life, it was the time his parents gave him. Their hectic personal schedule meant while they spent money on Justin, they didn't quite connect with him the way one would expect of parents.
Like his mom and dad, Justin was intellectually smart and physically fit. By the time he left school at 16 he had achieved A-grade passes in all subjects, was already a jiu-jitsu 9
th
-degree red belt, and was earmarked as a potential calisthenics' instructor. But that's where Justin's early life successes stopped. Where he differed from his parents was, Justin had very little motivation to try and push himself, to challenge himself. He had become accustomed to making a demand and his parents bending over backward to fulfill it.
By the time Justin hit 18, genes and fitness had played a role in shaping a drop-dead-gorgeous stud who stood at a towering 6ft 3", 188 lbs, perfect 8-pack defined abs, dusty blond, wavy hair he kept long to his shoulders, striking large wide green eyes and just an overall superb muscular physical form and a level of confidence to match. Girls (and guys) would trip over one another to be his friend, girlfriend, or boyfriend.
Justin had even managed to develop a sexual attachment to his mom. The fact that Justin had spent years living away from home while studying at boarding schools and his mom's busy lifestyle meant they never really formed much of a true mom-son relationship. To his mom, Justin was just a hot young man and to Justin, his mom was the perfect MILF of his fantasies. The chemistry was there and the two connected without the least inhibition.
The "Surfer Dude" stereotype has become somewhat of a cliché in contemporary times to describe an irresistibly handsome young man but in Justin's case, even that didn't do justice. Justin was in a class of his own. He stood at the very pinnacle of male perfection.
Justin had the kind of beautiful muscular physique that was neither unnatural nor gross in appearance. Not enormous, overly bulky, or ugly muscles but rather exquisitely chiseled, finely-tuned, and proportioned. The fact his skin was of natural tan hue only accentuated his muscle definition, making it all the more striking and apparent. If Justin's physique could be described as a classical symphony, then its composer, God, can be called Beethoven.
Justin was also well-endowed where it mattered most, with an erect cock an impressive 9.5" cut, 5" girth. He had it all - from money, breathtakingly good looks, to health and confidence but as destiny would dictate, he came close to losing it all as soon he set foot into adulthood.
From the age of 16 to 18, family circumstances went downhill. Justin's growing independence brought out his parent's simmering relationship difficulties more to the forefront, who both now had one less reason to try and make the relationship work. By the time Justin hit 18, the divorce and settlement were already complete.
Though a very bright young man, Justin had chosen not to pursue higher education and one day simply walked out of the home with just the clothes he was wearing. He left his life behind, randomly heading without any forethought to the central England city of Birmingham. Without a plan, he started living the life of a homeless young man, sleeping in the streets, washing cars, or idly sitting on the sides of busy streets hoping for some "spare change" to be dropped down to him.
CHAPTER 02: The Magic of Bare Feet
Justin celebrated his 18
th
birthday outdoors, sitting on a dirty mat surrounded by a ragtag group of fellow rough sleepers in freezing climate on the outskirts of downtown Birmingham. A young woman had made him a birthday card by drawing a cake on a piece of cardboard that she'd folded in half and taped two £1 coins in the middle. A far cry from the life of plenty Justin had enjoyed growing up with his parents.
Justin noticed he had one regular donator in the first few weeks of his life as a homeless kid. He was a very smartly dressed, slim, handsome man who looked to be in his early 40s, around 5ft 9", 175 lbs, with salt-and-pepper, neatly trimmed hair and beard. He'd always be in a business suit, wearing expensive shoes and exclusive Swiss watches.
Justin noticed how he'd walk past a row of other homeless people including elderly women who all looked more in need of donation than the rugged, well-built 18-year-old Justin. His donations to Justin were no more generous than most people's, often as little as 20 pence or 50 pence. He also used to linger sometimes, make small talk, good eye contact, and have a satisfied smile. He would never just throw money down into Justin's oak bowl, always taking care to kneel and place it directly in Justin's hand and often rubbing his hand to get some skin contact.
It pissed Justin off that someone obviously loaded and eager to donate to him yet was so mean with his money! Justin noticed how he would stare at his body, taking in all of Justin and eyes lingering curiously extra-long time on Justin's protruding crotch area and his tattered size 15 boots.
Justin had made up his mind to severely punish the old pervert:
This rich motherfucker is obsessed with my good looks, that much is clear. The dirty-minded bastard thinks he can take advantage of my youth and homelessness. He wants to touch my hands, ogle my body, and lusts after my fucking feet and cock yet he wants to cling to his money. I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget. If there's one of us who's going to take advantage of the other, it'll be me! I'll put the dirtbag in his proper place!
