by Drakeo
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Mike wouldn't leave me alone. I wanted to watch him, not Mike. I wanted to watch his lips moving, his hands gesturing, and of course, his feet walking. Although Mike was sexy enough, messy hair, deep blue eyes, with an amazingly cheeky personality - I found no need to lust after Mike's feet when he was there.
"What the fuck's wrong with you? Your usually funny and charismatic! Is there something special going on today or something!?" Mike exclaimed to me as I tried to ignore him. Yes. There WAS something special about today... He was wearing flip flops. Just, flip flops. How could I miss this?
"No, there's nothing going on, Mike, I just wanna pay attention to--"
"Drake, detention!"
I turned around abruptly and saw what I thought it was. He exclaimed my name, cut me off my speech. I noticed the classes eyes on me so I began
to protest. "It wasn't even me!"
"Right, your in for half an hour, or do you wanna make it more?" I just secured myself half an hour with him. As I looked to my right Mike was therelaughing his head off, little did he know I was over the moon.
15 minutes later and everyone had left, it was just me and Him. OK, let me break it to you. He is my French teacher. Young, tall, athletic build, slightly shaved hair with emerald green eyes - not to mention his perfect Miami tan. He was Mr DeLeon.
He turned his back to me and continued his work on his PC. Feeling slightly distressed at this, I coughed. No reaction. I got my phone out. Still no reaction. Then, as if Cupid hit me right there and then, I looked down to see he had slipped off his sandals and I was basking in the ambience. I sat there and slowly, but slyly, slid my hand down to my pulsating penis.
It was hard alright, hard for him.
He then got up, and strolled to the door and locked it. "Been a stressful day, Drake... Your constant chatter throughout the lesson didn't help. At all."
"I could tell, Sir."
"Oh yeah?" he looked at me quizzically. I suddenly realized I blurted something out in the open that was completely random. "Erm, it's just, you seemed to have slipped off your sandals, so it couldn't have been too calming."
He smiled at me then walked towards me, "You've always been observant. I noticed that about you."
"I could give you a massage if you want," He gave me a weird look. "For your feet, I mean," as if to turn down the weirdness.
"Yeah, go on then." He sat opposite me and propped his feet up on my lap. I felt so at home. So in comfort. And my dick certainly agreed, he was as high as my college friends. I started to work through from the bottom of his heavenly heels to the top of his solemn soles. Then I massage his sexy long toes, and inserted my finger in between them. "Oh, yeah," he mumbled. He knew I had a boner, as his right foot kept on sliding up and down my dick. He knew about my foot fetish, and my strong lust for him.
"I've always loved these feet, Sir," I said, as I raised it to my face. I didn't know what I was saying, yet it felt right.
"Just massage them, ok?" at saying this he slightly pushed his feet into my face. I leant forward, and gave it a kiss. I kissed the feet of the man I wanted to dominate my life, I wanted him to have me, hold me, dispose of me, anything.
"Show me how much you love me."
At this command I got down and acted as his footstool for what seemed like about 15 minutes, then kissed his feet and proceeded to suck on his heavenly toes. I kissed up his masculine legs, (slightly hairy, and tanned.) I licked and kissed, licked and kissed.
Finally I got up to his dick, which I kissed from outside his shorts. I kissed and sucked his crotch area wet 'till he finally raised his toe as if to silence my lips.
He unzipped his boxers and revealed unto me his amazing dick. I raised it and sucked it, sucked it hard. He took control of my head, I was merely a vehicle to aid him into the road of sexual pleasure and ejaculation.
His moans made me hornier, every time my mind focused on sucking his dick I felt as if in euphoria.
"I'm…cumming…" he stopped vigorously moving my head up and down, and I took it as a queue to continue myself. He raised his hands behind his head and looked up, closing his eyes. "Uh…yeah.."
BAM.
His cum filled my mouth and my throat as I lay back, feeling as proud as ever.
He looked at me with his gorgeous smile and raised his foot to my cheek. He caressed my face with his sexy feet, and I proceeded to kiss them.
I woke up the next morning in his bed, awoken to him rubbing my face with his feet, as I woke up I kissed them again. I'll write about our evening endeavors in another story, maybe.
Next French class, I deliberately spoke to Mike. I wanted that detention.
