It all started my junior year in high school, I was a cocky teenager with a fuck you attitude. I didn’t always pay attention in class and my grades showed it, especially in physical education. My teacher was the picture of heath and fitness, he had short black hair and abs so defined you could see them threw his shirts. I never really liked phys ed, especially the fact that you were being graded on how many push ups you could do. Anyway this is where it all began, my 9th period class, gym class. I was usually late to every class and never changed and sat on the bleachers. Till one day I got called down to the principals office to discuss why I was failing gym class… Its the easiest class. I was told that if I did not get a C by the end of the 9 weeks I would have to repeat gym the second semester of school, and trust me I was not going threw this hell for another 90 days!

            After the meeting with the school principal I went down to the gym looking for Coach Jones. I had to beg for some way to earn extra credit! After 10 to 15 minutes of begging Coach Jones, I was told I could earn extra credit if I cleaned the locker rooms and equipment after school for the rest of the semester, and thats what I did every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday from 3:00 pm to around 5:30 pm.

            It was no fun at all until I saw the lost and found box in the back corner of the locker room. I went back and looked inside, and I found a mountain of dirty athletic gear. My eyes almost popped out of my head! I was just staring and thinking of all the possibilities. I saw socks and shoes, jackets and shorts, and best of all a cup. First thing I went for was a pair of beat up black nike free runs.

            They looked so worn I had to take a sniff. I looked around just to check and see if anyone was around, and the coast was clear. I slowly raised the shoe to my nose and inhaled, I was in heaven! They smelled so good I was rock hard in seconds. I knew I was the last person there so I decided to do some more digging, after a few minutes I found a pair of nike soccer socks and a few pairs of nike dri-fit socks. I started to sniff them one by one to find my favorite pair. I settled on a white pair that had the foot prints etched in from dirt and sweat. I spent about ten minutes with them glued to my nose, slowly massaging my cock. I was just on the verge of shooting in my pants when I hear someone clear there throat! I was so afraid to turn around, I was frozen in place. I was so nervous till I heard them say, What are you doing down here son? I knew this voice from somewhere and I finally remembered just as I was turning around to face my fate. It was the janitor, Mr. Manson! He was so sexy he had a perfect 5’ a clock shadow and a medium to large build. He was no Coach Jones but damn he was fine. He was in his late thirties if I had to guess and had salt and pepper hair. He looked like he hit the gym every once in while to stay in shape.  He asked again and I said I dropped my phone and was digging threw to find it. He then said it looks more like your getting off on some dirty socks.

            I was mortified! I stood there silently looking at the floor ashamed of what I had just heard him say. He started to talk and said in a stern voice      “look at me when I am talking to you son!” I looked up to see him with a mischievous look on his face. Then he started talking again. So you know your secret is safe with me boy, under a few conditions.

    1.  After you clean the locker room you will find me, I want you to lick and massage my feet, cause after running around this building all day my feet are killing me.

    2.  I will be allowed to invite three other faculty members of my Choice,

 And last of all

  3.  I want you to beg to worship their feet every time we get together, you will be used by any man I say!

In a cocky attitude he asked “ is that understood boy?” I then replied yes Mr. Manson. Good boy he replied and walked towards the door, I will be on the second floor come find me when your done!

End of Chapter one