My Hot Music Teacher
by Maco
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I was heading towards my piano class ready as always: excited and yearning to see my hot male teacher again.
He is that type of guy everyone desires: thin and fit, not too muscular, young (early 30's), dark eyes, sexy as hell, with sexy dark hair, straight, hot feet, hot voice, a frequent user of Timberland loafers and my object of sexual desires. Today, as it was the end of April, he greeted me with his usual smile and his beautiful sock-less feet. Not only did he just cut his hair and looked even hotter, his nice, sweaty and perfect feet were in great view thanks to his trousers that were a little too-short on the ankles. His shoes were the Timberland loafers in leather, which turned me on like crazy!
As soon as we sat in his room, he closed the door as always and told me he wasn't wearing any socks with those shoes: "I just love Spring time" I told myself, as I quickly examined those hot ankles and a little bit of foot from those Timberlands. Anyways, as we started the lesson, I couldn't get my eyes off his hot feet. The way his pants cut his ankles left me time to fantasize what his hot, sweaty soles looked and tasted like... I got hard before I knew it. As he asks me to play and show him my work, I am often distracted by his incredible feet who keep on calling me like a mermaid; I tell him that I am confused, and ask him to write some explanations on my notebook. As he agrees, he stretches over the piano to write in it, and just as he does that, I am able to take a peek at those hot feet and soles coming out from the shoe by the heel!
Now, as a foot fetish guy, I was in heaven! I could almost smell the aroma of those hot, perfect feet who had been trapped in those shoes all day! I got harder. As I kept on fantasizing about those feet I am not able to notice my teacher who is having to repeat my name twice. "Marco, what's wrong today? You are so distracted. That's it, I'm telling your parents!" he said, in his incredibly hot voice. "oh no! Please! I'm...I'm sorry, I was just... I'm sorry..." I reply, still thinking about his hot soles against my cock. My teacher sighs: "no, no...I'm sorry, I am just very tired today. Let's take a brake Marco, shall we?" My mouth moves before I am able to process: "would you like a foot-massage? I am pretty good at those, and I know that they do help with stress. I will only take like a few minutes". I begin to sweat cold drops of water: what if he will tell my parents? What if he will say no? I begin to panic. "my feet?" he replies, "if you don't mind them being smelly: this leather makes them sweat like crazy". Bingo, I say to myself. "oh no, it's fine" I say, feeling like my cock will explode any minute.
As he takes off those wonderful Timberlands and places both his bare feet on my laps I can smell that beautiful, hot and warm aroma of his sweaty feet. I can also see those hot heels and soles to which I had jerked off so many times before. As he lays them there I tell him in a sexy whisper: "close your eyes, and try to relax. Imagine your happy place". He does so. I get harder and harder and feel as if my cock will break through my jeans. My desire to worship, lick and tickle those feet makes it all more painful, but I love it. As he closes his eyes and relaxes, he put his hands behind his head (I just want to fuck the shit out of him). I begin to massage those hot feet: his feet are warm and smell amazing, his nails have just been cut and his toe fingers are not hairy at all: I am in heaven. As I try to contain my thirst for his soles and heels I see him get more relaxed: I had practiced by myself at home and by googling "how to massage feet" so I was sure as hell good. After a couple of minutes I would have sworn he fell asleep, but just to make sure, I called his name three times: no reply. I tapped him on the ankle: no reply.
I inferred he was sleeping and decided that it was not or never. As I unzipped my pants and unleashed my throbbing cock I began to slowly (to increase the sexual torture) sniff his feet: the aroma of that young-man was better than I had imagined in my dreams. Not only was his foot the hottest I had ever seen, it was the most aromatic. I made sure he was completely asleep by tickling his feet: no reply. I had had it! I then barged in: I kissed up and down those hot feet, I smelled them up close, and I licked those soles up and down with my tongue leaving no inch free: I wanted to die of happiness.
I licked in between those toe-fingers, where little pieces that derived from his hot socks were left from the morning, when he still had them on. I then took his shoes and as I placed by aching cock in between those warm soles and began stroking, I inhaled that manly aroma that almost made me cum. I wanted to torture myself even more: I was determined to have the best jerk off ever by holding it back for as long as I could. I soon remember that I only had half an hour left of fun, so I texted my dad saying that I needed to stay half-an hour more to review some exercises.
He soon replied saying that it was ok. Could that day have gotten any better? And it did. I then go the idea that after I had almost raped those hot as hell feet, I decided I wanted more. I decided to torture MY teacher a little: his feet, now dry thanks to the fact that I had wiped them with my cock, were now placed near my tongue and I began licking extremely slowly from his pink heels up to his soles. I did it up and down slowly, to get harder.
As I did it, my teacher began to moan softly, that kind of super erotic type though. The one that could get anyone hard. As I kept doing it - which I figured he enjoyed since he was beginning to smile - I saw his nice, gorgeous cock grow a boner under his orange Spring pants. I wanted to cry of joy. As I saw that masterpiece grow thicker and thicker right before my eyes, I placed his feet on the ground and slowly, to not wake him up, I unzipped his pants. As I opened his pants I unbuttoned the three buttons of his boxers (my favorite) and passed through them his hard cock. My first one outside my dreams! Yey! It looked so yummy... I went for it. I stroked it up and down and sucked it the same way: I licked his glans right at the top in order to tickle him.
The moaning got stronger and stronger, and as I kept on stroking, tickling him with my tongue he finally came: it was an explosion! His moan echoed like hell: he was in heaven as well! His breath was now strong and his bare feet curled in delight. While moaning with pleasure he smiled and I swallowed his hot cum and thought it to be the best one I could have ever tasted. After tickling his glans some more he laughed in moaning pleasure, his hard as hard as mine. I couldn't take it anymore, I had tortured myself too much: I opened his mouth and heard him suck me, for he was awake. Before he or I could say anything he did the same to me: he licked and tickled my cock, his tongue unsettled as mine, eager for cum.
It was then that in my moans I came in his wonderful, hot mouth...
To be continued... |
