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“Hey professor, how’s it going?”
The race hadn’t even started any my heart was racing. I walked up the path of Johnny’s parents’ summer home. Johnny was 21 years old, having just completed his junior year at the college where I teach. He had taken my class and had been an ideal student in every way. He was really bright, always showed up for class, sat in the front row, showed up for advice at office hours, and put in solid effort on his assignments.
His status as an ideal student was augmented by the fact that he was scorching, knee-buckling hot. At 6’4” and about 200 pounds, Johnny was a varsity athlete who stood out like a man among boys in my classroom. With tousled blond hair, icy blue eyes, a strong but not bulky build, and a flawless complexion, he drove me to distraction during lectures. I sometimes worried that other students might notice the huge crush I was developing. As the weather warmed towards the end of term, my fantasies exploded as Johnny gradually traded in his worn out work boots for a pair of flip flops, exposing me to a gorgeous pair of manly feet. I have long known I had a huge attraction to mens’ feet, but had never explored it, choosing to simply admire great feet when I saw them and imagining what I might do with them. Johnny’s feet were a sight to behold, more stunning than any I had ever seen – smooth tops, prominent arches, straight and well-proportioned toes, and a shapely forefoot that flowed from a solid heel and ankle. And they were huge – which, given my attraction to big feet, only further aroused me. To make matters worse, Johnny liked to slide his flip flops on and off and to wiggle his toes a lot, and this unintendedly provocative display from under the desk was so incredibly difficult to resist.
At the end of the term, I ran into Johnny on campus and mentioned to him that I would be running a road race down in the town where his family’s vacation home was in a few weeks. (I had learned about their home there during one of our office hours chats that I dragged out for no other reason that to stare at him). “Hey, I just signed up too…Do you want to run together?” It took every ounce of my being to restrain my enthusiasm and say “yes” in a way that would not creep him out entirely. He said he would email me directions to their house and we could meet there the morning of the race.
And so now I was walking up the driveway of this impressive “cottage” with stunning ocean views. Johnny bounded over to me, wearing only his running shorts, and reached out his giant hand, enveloping mine in a way that made me feel 8 years old for a moment. He placed his other hand firmly on my shoulder, momentarily immobilizing me and unintentionally reminding me of his undoubted physical superiority. Unlike so many of my students, Johnny seemed completely at ease around me with a confidence that I never had at his age. “So now that we’re not in the classroom, I assume it’s ok if I don’t call you ‘Professor’”
“Sure,” I said, as my mind spun out of control at seeing Johnny shirtless and barefoot.
“Let me just throw my shirt and sneakers on and we can get going.” Do you really have to? I thought to myself…
Despite my best efforts to warm up and stretch, I struggled to finish the race. I got a calf cramp about half way through and had to slow down quite a bit. Johnny kept running with me, even though I was sure he could have galloped along much quicker. With about a mile to go, I told him to go ahead without me and that I would meet him at the finish line. I finally finished and easily spotted Johnny in the crowd – the blond Adonis had ripped off his shirt and was stretching has legs as sweat pored off him. “Hey you made it man! Great work!” He jumped up and grabbed my hand, before putting his arm around my shoulder. I nearly shuddered as my back grazed the chest of my former student, who was now talking to me like I was his younger brother or weaker rival. And I loved every second of it.
“How about we stretch a bit here and head back to my folks’ place for a beer? You have time for that?”
“Yeah, absolutely! That would be fantastic.” How about we have 12 beers and see what happens? I laughed to myself…
We made it back to the house and wandered around the back to the deck. “So my mom asked us to shower up in the outdoor shower before we go back in the house. We’ve got towels around back right next to the shower…do you want to go first?”
“No that’s ok. You can.” I had planted myself on the floor of the deck and wasn’t ready to move. “I’m really enjoying the view here.” The ocean and sand out there aren’t bad either, I thought.
“Sweet. I’ll try not to use up all the hot water, but I gotta warn you, I am not always the quickest,” he said. At the same time, Johnny nonchalantly stripped off his shoes and then his socks, flopping them down just a couple of feet from where I sat. I couldn’t resist staring at his beautiful feet, which still showed the impressions of his running socks. Even after that long run, his feet were simply stunning.
“Take your time,” I responded, hoping that he would accept this encouragement as I realized I was about to be left alone with his shoes and socks.
I watched as Johnny turned the corner and listened carefully to the sound of the shower turn on. From what I could tell, I would have about 30 seconds from the time he turned off the water until he would be back on the deck. As the sound of the water started to crash down on the shower floor, I lost every ounce of restraint and pounced on Johnny’s sweaty footwear. I knew I had no chance at getting anywhere with his feet, but having some time to privately worship his shoes and socks was priceless.
I grabbed his right shoe and fulfilled one lingering curiosity as I read the label. Size 14 – which was about what I guessed. I then plunged my face into the insides of his shoe, soaking up the manly aroma of the foot that had recently occupied it. I quickly kicked off my own shoes and socks, sliding my left foot into his other shoe and sliding it around – up and down the insole and from side to side. The shoe felt absolutely cavernous on my size 9 foot. My hands gripped each of Johnny’s socks and I slid them on my hands like oversized gloves. I brought them to my face, licking the soles before quickly returning his shoe to my face like a gas mask. My hands were immediately redirected at the raging erection this all gave me. I was in a state of sheer ecstasy and didn’t want it to end. As I kept listening to the soothing rhythm of the shower, my world was turned upside down by two words.”
“What…the…”
I bolted upright and was staring at Johnny, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. The shower was still running and the object of my affection had returned to the deck, his big feet not even making a sound on the way.
“I was gonna ask you to throw me the shampoo…but..I have so many other questions right now…”
My mind froze. What possible explanation could I have for being in the situation in which I was just found? In a few milliseconds I ran every possible excuse in the book through my mind and none of them worked. Plus, this kid was a student at my school – if I didn’t fix this quickly, I could become a laughingstock on campus.
“Johnny…please let me explain…I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I did this…I just-”
“Are you like…gay for my feet or something? I mean, you were just smelling my shoes and jerking off with my socks? That’s some kinky shit…”
“I know it looks awful, just let me explain. I-“
“I’m not gay, you know. I mean, it doesn’t bother me if you are, but I don’t swing that way.”
Having overheard Johnny’s classroom conversations with his classmates about his weekend conquests, I was never under the impression that he was anything but straight.
“Johnny, please, I’m begging you. Let me explain, and I am just praying you will keep this to yourself. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I’ll just get lost if you’d rather I leave now.”
“Ok, I’m all ears.” And Johnny pulled over a deck chair and sat down in front of me. I was too overwhelmed with anxiety to even try to lift myself off the ground.
At just that second, the shower shut off, and I started to worry that someone else was nearby. Johnny sensed my fear and smirked in a nonthreatening way. “Don’t worry, no one else is around. The shower has a timer on it.”
Johnny looked intentedly at me as he waited for me to explain myself. He didn’t seem angry or disgusted, just curious or even baffled. Even in this most awkward of moments, he had a calm demeanor that disarmed me. I couldn’t return his eye contact, but I felt safe, even if I had just revealed my deepest secret to a man-child whose feet I lusted after and now sat at.
My mouth started talking faster than I could think. “So I am attracted to guys but particularly to their feet. I don’t know why I have these feelings, but I just have this insane fetish for men’s feet. And as you can probably tell, I am attracted to you and turned on by your feet. I hope you realize I didn’t think for a second that you were anything but 100% straight. I didn’t come here thinking anything like this would happen. But after seeing you today and then having your shoes and socks laying there, I couldn’t control myself…I’m sure this creeps you out, I’ll just leave and hopefully we can pretend this never happened.” And I started to get up off the floor, trying to avoid breaking down in tears amidst the most epic embarrassment I had ever faced.
“Hold on, no need for you to go anywhere. I’m not pissed off at you man. I guess I’m a little flattered at your interest even if I don’t share it or understand it really. Everyone has their own kinks. Stay right there, I’m gonna grab us a couple of beers and we can keep talking about this.”
I almost wished that Johnny had reacted in a brutish or hostile manner, so that I could maybe shake off these feelings. But instead, he was open-minded, friendly and supportive. Could this kid be any more perfect? I stayed on the deck floor, tuning in to the firm but gentle way that Johnny had instructed me to do so.
He returned in a minute, having put on some shorts, but remaining otherwise unclothed. He handed me a beer, and said, “So have you been crushing on me all term?”
I was so turned on and terrified by this question. I promised honesty, and he seemed to be looking for it. “Yeah, definitely. I feel so awkward telling you this but I’m not gonna lie to you about anything.”
“It’s alright, man. I kinda had a sense you might be gay for me during the term. You definitely seemed to pay a lot of attention to me. I had no idea about this feet thing though. Tell me more about it.”
“You really want to hear this?”
“C’mon, you gonna make me ask twice?” he said with a rakish grin on his face.
“Well, um…yeah, your feet are really hot. I’m not sure I even understand why I’m attracted to feet in general. But yours in particular are so attractive. I’m not even really interested that much in regular gay sex. I just have these intense feelings about feet and doing all sorts of things with them.”
“So I’ve got hot feet, huh? Tell me what you like about them.”
“Honestly, they are maybe the most attractive feet I’ve ever seen.” I described in detail my appreciation for the size, shape and condition of Johnny’s feet to him. He seemed to be enjoying me telling him how much I admired him. “And well, the rest of you is pretty incredible to look at too,” I added in an effort to heap on more of the praise he seemed to appreciate.
“Who else knows about this foot fetish of yours?”
“Just you.”
“You are probably scared shitless right now. This seems like it’s a pretty big secret for you.”
“Well, yeah, pretty much the biggest…”
“Just relax, man. I guess it is kind of a rush to imagine the power I have over you right now. I mean, you were my professor just a couple of weeks ago. I guess I’m in charge now! Haha. But really don’t worry, I’ve got you.” It turned me on so much to see this gentle giant explain that he knew he owned me but would protect me. He was just so much more considerate than any college kid I had ever taught.
“Thanks, you don’t know how much that means to me. I’ll do anything to make this up to you.”
Johnny’s face signaled his awareness of my complete and utter submissiveness. “So what kinds of things do you fantasize about. I mean, like about me and my feet…”
I couldn’t believe where this conversation was going, but I had long given up any hope of concealing my feelings. “I guess I like to imagine being on the ground in front of you and admiring your feet.” Johnny smirked at me as we both realized that I was currently fulfilling the first part of my fantasy. “I…I fantasize about licking your feet, sucking on your toes, massaging your arches. I like to imagine you gently ordering me around and dominating me with your feet.”
“Dominating you? Like some kind of slave? With my feet? Like how?”
“Well, um…I suppose you might stand over me or on me…and you might rub your feet in my face. Or you might tell me to get on all fours while you use me as a footrest. Or you could smother my nose and mouth and control my breathing. Pretty much, it would be hot for you to do whatever you wanted to me. I would just enjoy being ordered around by you and having any contact I could with your feet.” Why was I saying all this? I couldn’t resist the subtle pressure that Johnny was applying to unburden my soul. With each word, his power over me increased and my attraction scaled new height.
“Wow, boy, those are some pretty freaky fantasies!” He had just called me “boy.” I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not, but the status degradation that it implied was not lost on me. “You are probably sitting there hoping I might let you lick these big sexy feet, huh?”
“Well, um…I wasn’t really thinking about it anymore.”
“That didn’t sound very convincing from a wanna-be foot slave, boy!”
Wait, was he seriously suggesting this, or was he just teasing me? I didn’t care. “I’d do anything in the world to have the chance to lick your gorgeous feet…Sir.”
With that last word, I completely gave up on any chance of recovering my dignity. And Johnny beamed as he noted my surrender.
“That’s a good start boy, but you should really be on your knees.” I knelt in front of my new master and proceeded to beg like never before. My cock was ready to explode off my body.
“Sir, I can’t believe I’m here on my knees and telling you all of this. I want nothing more on this earth than to please you like a little weak foot slave. I know you aren’t into this at all but I would gladly serve you in any way you can imagine just for the chance to touch and lick your feet for 5 minutes. I promise my complete and unending obedience, Sir.”
With that, my 21 year old student-turned-master leaned back in his deck chair and raised his left leg, planting his heel on my shoulder. He then lifted his right leg and placed his foot in front of me, with his endless, smooth sole just in front of me and ready to smother my face. He gently pushed at the side of my head with his left foot to ensure I was staring at the sole of his right foot, which he slowly lifted up and down in a hypnotic manner. The way his foot grazed my face sent chills down my spine.
“Now stay still for a minute boy. I want you to listen closely to what I have to say. I kinda like the idea of having a foot slave. Now, I am going to completely control you from now on. You will do everything I say. And I will reward you as I see fit with time at my feet. Next year, I will enroll in your elective course and I will get an A. I don’t plan to do any work, but I will attend class so I can torture you with my feet. I will also decide all the grades of the other students. You will do my homework for all my other classes. I will use your office – and your parking spot – on campus whenever I want. You will buy me new shoes whenever I want. I expect you to be available 24/7 to worship my feet and do whatever I say. Don’t worry, boy, I will never tell anyone about our arrangement as long as you remain obedient. So how does that sound, boy?”
“It sounds amazing Sir. Thank you for taking control of my life.” I had entered a trancelike state, completely mesmerized by the gentle but assertive voice of my Master and the sight of his feet.
“Ok boy, pull down those drawers, I wanna see how turned on you are by all this.”
I tugged down my running shorts and looked up at my Master, who had now placed his feet back on the ground and stood up over me.
“Ha ha ha, this is incredible. I can get you rock hard by talking down to you and teasing you with me feet!”
“Pretty much, Sir. I can’t control it.”
“Ok pull up your shorts boy, I don’t need that cock exploding all over me. Now you will never ever have any contact with anything above my ankles, do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Ok, now I want to hear you beg me to lick my feet.”
“Please Sir, with all my heart, I want nothing more than to lick your feet. My life is worth less than the dirt under the sole of your foot.”
“Do you know how ridiculous you sound? A fully grown man reduced to a pathetic heap on the ground, just begging for the privilege of licking my feet?”
“Yes Sir, I totally understand how foolish I sound. But I’ve never done this before, and I can’t resist any more. You are so amazing and perfect, I need your feet like air in my lungs. Please Sir.”
“Ok boy, lay down on the ground. You have five minutes to clean my right foot. If you remove your tongue from my foot for even one second, I’ll punish you by making a video and sending it to the whole school. Now get started.” While I trusted Johnny to keep my secret, his playful threat to expose me aroused me beyond belief.
Johnny sat back down and my whole being became enveloped by his mammoth foot as he lowered it to my face. As I ran my tongue the arch of his foot for the first time, my engorged cock exploded like a geyser. As my body seized up in a mind-blowing orgasm, I desperately kept my tongue impressed on his sole to keep him happy. I frantically wiped my tongue from heel to toe, sucking every lingering drop of sweat my tongue could find. I sucked on his ankle bones and nibbled on the firm skin of his heels. Johnny seemed to be enjoying it, letting out some moans and occasionally toying with me by pressing his toes into my eye sockets. I embedded my whole face in his sole, breathing in the mild leathery, musky aroma of a freshly groomed athlete.
Without speaking, Johnny twisted his foot, signaling it was time to focus on the top of his foot. I devoured ever square inch of his broad, smooth instep, imagining I could shrink myself to the 3 inch being I felt like right now and climb up and down it. I scoured between each of his toes as Johnny playfully jammed his foot as deep in my mouth as he could get it. His wide forefoot stretched the sides of my mouth beyond my imagination and he nodded my head up and down by flexing his ankle, controlling my most basic movement from within my mouth like I was a sock puppet.
When five minutes was up, I repeated the routine with his left foot as his right foot gently pressed against my throat.
“Alright boy, that’s enough for now. Crawl over to the cooler and fetch me another beer. But get back quick. My legs are sore from the run and I need to try out my new foot stool.”
With that I scurried to the cooler and imagined the amazing school year that lay ahead of me…
