Oarsman's Feet
by Musclelov

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At that time I was a student. From time to time I was teaching French to have some pin money. I was also working as a freelance translator and interpreter.

One afternoon a young man called me in order to make an appointment. I heard manly but still friendly voice. He said that he’s an oarsman and he had not too much time since he had to practice but he would like to learn three times a week. I told him to come at 6 p.m. the very next day. He’s name was Tom.

When he came I was completely shocked. He was 6’8” wearing only red top tank and blue shorts. I could see his muscular arms and strong legs. But the first thing I spotted was his feet (I am only 5’7” so I was closer to the floor than to his face). They were huge. I couldn’t even think what size they were. I was in a dither. When I got over after a small talk I started the first lesson. Tom was friendly and diligent. He was following all my instructions. But I could not think about the lesson. I was spying on his feet all the time.

- 18 – he said.

- What? – I asked roused from torpor.

- You’ve been watching my feet, haven’t you? Size 18. I am use to it. Almost everyone is asking about them.

- Yes they are huge. I mean I haven’t such feet as yours before.

He was wearing blue Nike Shox but they were like boats. I knew that I have to finish the lesson otherwise he will probably notice my hard-on.

From that day he was coming three times a week. It was a real torture. I was spying on his feet all the time. One day I dropped my pen. I bent down to pick it up. Tom was wearing white and red Shox. They looked even bigger than normally. Suddenly out of the blue Tom asked:

- Why don’t you take them off and message my feet when you are already there. I know how much you appreciate my huge feet. Each time I come here you stare at them.

- What you mean? - I asked completely ashamed.

- I know you are into feet! I could tell it for the first time I came here. I thought that maybe you like my sneakers, but then I started changing them each time and you still watch my feet.

I replied with shaking voice – You are wrong. I mean I was looking at them just because size 18 doesn’t happen very often. But that’s all. – He knew I was lying.

- Bullshit. I’m not gay but I like having a guy at my feet. I know you like that and you can’t help it. You are a very strict teacher and here comes my revenge. From now on instead of getting money you will smell, rub, and message my feet after workout. And by the way you don’t have any choice. I mean if you don’t do that I will have to tell other students that you tried to seduce me. On the other hand I know you are not going to miss the chance of smelling my feet.

I was completely shocked. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to pretend anger to show he was wrong. There were million thoughts in my head.

- Get out of here, would you? – I shouted.

- Calm down. Why do you fight with your destiny? You know you want my happy feet. You don’t fool me.

His voice was calm but still overpowering. I was petrified. I wanted to bury my nose in his huge sweaty feet. I strived for that stench. On the other hand I didn’t know what to think about the whole situation. I saw the evil grin on his face, but there was something more as if he was telling: C’mon bud! I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want to feel that power over you.

- Your place is under my feet faggot. Down on you knees and serve my manly feet. I worked out at the gym all week long in these sox and sneakers. You will love them.That was like an incentive for me. I did not think what’s gonna happen later. I wanted badly sportsman feet. Nothing was important. I kneeled down and started unlacing his left sneaker. Taking it off, I could smell pungent aroma of his feet. The soles of his sox were yellowish and you could tell the exact shape of every single wrinkle of his skin. Then he pressed his socked foot against my face. The sock was damp and warm and the stench overpowering.

- That’s good. It feels so good having my foot on the slave’s face. Take a deep breath. I want to hear you breathing. Savor my sweat.

He had unrestricted power over me and I was completely intoxicated with the aroma of his feet. He was chuckling, telling how strong and powerful he is. Suddenly he took of his top tank and started flexing his muscles. I saw those tiny trickles of sweat rolling down his abs. He was perfect in every inch of his gorgeous body.

- Peel my sox off and lick my feet – commanded.

I did it immediately without hesitating and started licking his sole, arches, and toes again and again. He played his feet with my nose, wiggled his toes all over my face. I could see him stroking his dick. It was so unreal. I just simply could not believe that it is happening. He cummed all over his feet and forced me to lick it. Finally pressing his right heel into my mouth he said:

- I would almost forget. I’m movin’ in tonight. I knew you wouldn’t mind. – pressing his heel even stronger to prevent me from saying anything.

To be continued…