High School High Jinks
by Luke Hanson

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Back when I was 18 in my senior year at school I always thought it was stupid to have to go to gym. The only reason I ever went was to see my hot gym teacher. He wasn't your ordinary gym teacher. He was young, late twenties, my height, about 6' 1, and obviously worked out a lot. His legs were hairy and amazing, and the only thing I could imagine would be sexier were his feet. I dreamed about sucking them for hours on end.

It was Monday morning, and of course I didn't want to go to gym, but even more so today because I had just done really badly on a math test. But I knew I could look forward to seeing Mr. Samson. Naturally I went late, but I was later than I thought I was. When I got to the locker room, there were only a few people there, and they were already headed to the gymnasium.

I went to my usual changing spot, and there was no one there either.

I was all alone.

I meant to open my locker, but by accident I opened the adjacent locker. I was pleasantly surprised to see that there were a pair of sneakers just sitting there. To me it felt like an undiscovered gold mine. I looked to see what size they were. They were my size, 11. I

took a big whiff of them. They smelled like sweat and men, amazing. I looked around, and still no one in sight. I put the sneakers on. They were warm as though they had just been used, and I started to imagine how hot their owner was. They idea of being in someone else’s shoes was so arousing and I thought with no one in the locker room, I wouldn't bother anyone if I started to jerk off. It felt spectacular.

I was jerking off for about a minute when I looked up and saw someone staring at me. It was Mr. Samson. I was so shocked and flustered that I had no idea what to do. How was I going to explain this? But my mind eased after I noticed something.

He had the biggest pants tent I had ever seen in my life.

He started to approach me with a painfully sexy look on his face. When he finally got face to face with me, he checked me out from head to toe and he said, " Sorry you're going to be late to gym today. I'll write you a pass. You just look too damn sexy in my sneakers."

This intensified my hard-on in an instant. I thought the guy who owned the sneakers would be hot, but not the sexiest man in the school.

" Do you mind if I suck your toes?" He asked. Like I was going to object. He didn't even wait for an answer. He slowly dropped to the floor, and took off his sneakers from my feet. He fulfilled his promise. He sucked my toes, and licked my feet with his long tongue, slowly. The sensations were almost unbearable.

I was about to cum on my school’s gym teacher.

But I didn't. All of the sudden he stopped. He got up and gently slammed my body onto the cold, metal lockers. In an instant he pulled my shorts, and my briefs down, and shoved his huge cock right up my ass. While banging me against the lockers, he held up his sneaker to my nose, and it smelled even sexier than my first encounter. At that point I was on the border line of cumming, and so was Mr. Samson. As he whispered gruffly in my ear "I'm gonna blow my load," he put his hand on my cock, and I blew mine first, all over the lockers. Then I felt a wave of cum in my ass, and I heard a sigh behind me. Mr. Samson pulled himself out of me, and pulled up his pants.

" You can keep the sneakers," he said. "we'll use them for tomorrow." He winked at me with that look that made him so hot in the first place. Then he walked out of the locker room, leaving me alone again.

I still wasn't done with his sneakers...