30 Long Minutes
by DrawnTogether

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I can never say what exactly is my sexuality, all I can say that I love what I do.

I was born in Korea, my father is Korean and my mother is Chinese. I was mostly teased because I was a social outcast at school, but there was always something that seems to make me happy, no matter what: guy’s feet. Yes, guy’s feet make all my troubles go away. I have specific qualifications for guy’s feet though. Like, I like only 3 types of guys: They must have a beard or any sort of facial hair, they must be old, or they must be hairy. It might seem a little judgmental, but that’s who I am.

I’ve always concealed my liking to feet, but there are sometimes when I can’t hold it in. When I was an eighteen year old senior in high school, I was going to my gym teacher around lunchtime, who I have to say have the most beautiful feet ever. Anyway, I was going to the locker room and I called out to him

Me- Mr. Jackson? Are you here?

I got no answer, but what I did found was a Mr. Jackson, sleeping on his seat, with his socked feet on the desk. Oh, man… I can’t miss this great opportunity, but I’m scared, scared that he’ll wake up and see me worshipping his feet with all of my passion of love. But my instinct told me to go at it! So, I began by doing small things: grabbing his shoes and smelling the smelly aroma that dwells within these fabric containers of feet. OH MY GOD!! It smelled so wonderful, I guess because he exercises for 4 hours a day at a local gym. I pressed the bottom of the shoes, where from pieces of fabric stuck to my nose. I looked at the clock and saw that it is only 11:21, and lunch ended at 12:10. I had more than half an hour to have some good foot fun.

Me- Man, I’m going to enjoy this!

I then started to take out the pad at the bottom of the shoes and rubbed this moist pad all over my face. Oh, the smell immediately began to stick to my face. I then stuff the pad into my mouth and started to suck out the sweat, stink and the pleasure out. Oh, my mouth smelled like feet, but the taste was more rewarding then the smell.

Well, that’s one shoe done, I guess I should’ve gone to the other one but I decided to do something else instead. I stood up, slowly unzipped my pants, and slowly pull out my dick through the boxers. I then thought about all of the things I would do to Mr. Jackson’s feet; I would suck, lick, smell, eat… GOD! My dick slowly started to grow and become very hard. I then slowly placed my dick inside the shoes and it was a perfect fit.

Me- Man, this is great. Yes, yes, yes!!

Feeling the sweat all over my dick was so relaxing and stimulating. My dick started release cum, but only in the little amount. So, I grabbed the shoes and kept turning it around my dick, and I just wanted to scream, and moan!! Cum just burst out of me and it sprayed all over the toe area of the shoe. The cum slowly started to drip on my pubes. I was in a heaven I thought I could never go to. I took the cum filled shoe off my dick and slowly put the pad back on the shoes and the cum just spreads out like the jelly on bread when you put them together.

Me- Mr. Jackson, I love your feet… I do.

I decided to keep the other shoe as a souvenir. It was 11:40, I had exactly 30 minutes of good foot fun left!! YAY!!! I went to Mr. Jackson and he was still asleep, but I still had to be precautious. Then, some caught my attention, a more stinky and strong smell… it was his feet!! Man, I was right in front of him and hit feet are just sitting on the desk, 2 inches away from. It’s like he wanted his feet to be worshipped.

What should I do?

There I was, right in front of the feet of my gym teacher, Mr. Jackson.

He was wearing white socks, but you can see a lot of dirt and fuzzes at the bottom. I took my chances and decided to give those feet a little pleasure. Before I went and just do it, I had to take a little precaution step: tap his foot, see if he’s a light or heavy sleeper. So went and gave him a little poke and he didn’t even move an inch. I then poked harder and still no reaction. I knew it!! He’s a heavy sleeper, thank God! I then put my nose right in front of the foot and inhaled it’s aroma.

Me- “Cough, cough”!! Man, that stinks!

It stinks like hell!! I then stuff my whole face on his right foot and just dragged my tongue all over the sock. I hear some moaning, so I ducked down under his desk, hoping he won’t wake up. All Mr. Jackson did was dropping his right foot on the desk, which was only 5 feet away from me. I looked at that foot and I just fell in love with it. I just wanted to go up to that foot and just suck on the socks that are filled with foot sweat and odor. I slowly crawled to it, and places part of the middle toe in my nose and just inhaled.

Me- Whoa… this is what crack must feel like.

I just felt good al over. My dick started to harden and before I knew it, I was shooting out precum. I tried to contain myself, so people won’t ask me in my last 2 periods “Why are your pants wet?”

So I tried to contain myself for 4 minutes. After that, I build up my courage and grabbed Mr. Jackson’s right sock. I slowly started to pull it off. I pull the sock halfway off, and then I placed my nose on the heel of Mr. Jackson’s foot. It was very chap, but soft at the same time. Suddenly Mr. Jackson’s toes started to wiggle. I panicked and backed away from his toes. Man, my heart started to beat faster and faster. I thought my heart was going to explode. A load of questions started to go into my mind:

“ What if I get caught?”

“ What if he tells?”

“ What if the world knows about me?”

I had to contain myself, but it is so hard to contain my fetish in, I had to have those feet. I’ve had it, I had to take action. It turns out that his toes just twitched a bit, since I was breathing on them and I was taking his socks off. Now, I had to do things quick, because it seems I only had 22 minutes left, meaning I have to quickly take action, but first I had to make sure I set everything up. First, I went and got a chair and tried to pick up the plastic surrounding the clock. I then turned back the minute hand by 30, so just in case Mr. Jackson sees the clock… well, you’ll see.

Now, I had to lock the doors, hoping no one would come in, hopefully. Now, here is where the foot play shall begin. Mr. Jackson is still in the same position he was before: still on a chair, with his right on the floor and the left on the table. Man, I’m about to have a lot of fun doing this. Well, I had to get started. First, I had to lightly pick up Mr. Jackson’s right foot and place it back on his desk, so I did. I thought he’d move, but I was lucky, he didn’t even flinch.

There he was, in the perfect position of foot worship. Now, it is time. I slowly started to peel off Mr. Jackson’s right sock, and it felt good. Feeling the soaked sock in my hand put in a state of great orgasm. Finally, the right sock was off and next, I did something I thought I would never do: I stuffed the sock in my mouth and started to suck the sweat and stink out of it. Man, it was like sucking on a pacifier. Oh, it tasted so good and it just felt so right. I felt the liquid sweat coming off the sock and entering my taste buds, unleashing a great sensation. Well, I just finished with one sock, time for the other one.

This time, it was a little bit harder, because I noticed Mr. Jackson constantly moving, making it harder for me to get the left foot. But, there was only one way to make sure he’s secure enough for me to unleash my fetish on that last sock and foot, but I can’t. Tying him up will get me in a psych ward and expelled, what am I going to do? Then, I saw something on the wall next to me that might help me with my problem: a sky mask. I remember that one of the gym students that attended Mr. Jackson’s first period class was into skiing and left the mask for Mr. Jackson to keep. I went over and out on the mask. I felt like I was Spider-Man for a second.

Well, I had to get back to work, so… it’s time to tie up my teacher, literally. I went into my backpack and got some string I needed to use for my last period of the day, but this was more important that some dumb class. I pulled out 3 feet of string and quietly tip-toed behind Mr. Jackson. Then, I grabbed his hand, his rough and hairy hands and started to tie them behind him. Man, just tying him made me cum, God! Step one was finished, and amazingly, he didn’t wake. Usually someone would wake when it comes to that. Well, now I had to do his feet. I pushed both of his feet down, under his desk and started to tie them together. Man, tying one socked foot and one barefoot made me feel like I was in a heaven I’ve desperately wanted to go to. Well, that was done, but something happened that would have given me a heart attack: Mr. Jackson woke up!

Mr. Jackson- Uhhhh. Huh? What’s going on!?

Oh NO! Man, I’m not ready to do this kind of shit, I should’ve have just took his socks and leave, but now I might have to deal with criminal charges. No, I should just stick to the plan I came up with, but first, I had to try to make me sound like someone else. So, I decided to make myself sound like that dude in LOFR, who keep saying “My precious”.

Me- Hello, Mr. Jackson.

Mr. Jackson- What is going!? Let me go!

I knew I had to make him shut up, so I decided to place my foot on the desk.

Mr. Jackson- What are you doing?

I slowly started to unlace my shoes, which turned me on when I think what I am about to do. I pulled my shoe off and placed it on the side. I then slowly started to peel the sock off; I think Mr. Jackson got the idea of what is going to happen.

Mr. Jackson- If you are even thinking of-

I peeled off my sock and then I stuffed my foot into his face, hoping to get him to taste my feet.

Mr. Jackson- Mmmm! Stop!

He resisted, and it was hard to get my foot in his mouth, unless I play dirty. So, I decided to do something I would never do.

Me- Look, I will kill you if you don’t open your mouth ok. I will… kill you. Now, I’m not going to ask you one more time, open your mouth.

I saw fear in Mr. Jackson’s eyes, and I liked that. I knew I didn’t sound serious, but I hope it convinced him to open his mouth. After all, he is tied up. Like a good boy, he opened his mouth and I stuffed my foot into his saliva covered mouth. Oh, it felt better than those foot baths, it felt fucking good, Man, I made his slippery tongue bathe my toes, covering them with spit. God, I could see he was trying to resist the smell and taste by looking how shut his eyes were. I could have sworn I saw tears coming out of his eyes. I wanted his tongue to move through my toes, but he trying to play dead. I had to do something.

Me- Look, go through my toes, or else!

He didn’t listen to me, and then just spat out my foot on the ground, and started to yell at me.

Mr. Jackson- You let me fucking go now!

He then started to struggle. He pushed back on his chair, causing his feet to drop under the desk. He started to kick up the desk, trying to turn it over. I knew if Mr. Jackson kept doing this, someone would come in and I would be caught.

Mr. Jackson- HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!

I knew I had to do something, so, I quickly grab my sock I put on the side and just quickly stuffed it into Mr. Jackson’s mouth. It was hard, but luckily I caught him off guard and nobody seems to have heard him.

Mr. Jackson- MMPPPMMMM!

I once again took over the situation, thank God! Now, I had to get to the point, because I only had 14 minutes left, which is enough for me.

Me- Look, I make the rules and you disobeyed them. Now, I will make sure you will suffer to the full extent of your punishment. Notice that your right sock is off, it’ll give you a clue of what is going to happen next.

Mr. Jackson looked down, learning that I was telling the truth, and knowing what is about to happen. Mr. Jackson started to nod “No”. I’m glad he knew what is about to happen, it’ll make it a bit more enjoyable when I hear him squirm.

I dropped under the desk, trying to make sure Mr. Jackson’s feet would settle down. His feet were like wild dogs, they were everywhere. I was lucky enough to grab the ankles of one of the foot, giving me the chance to tuck the feet under my armpit, wrapping my arm around it. Oh, he did struggle, but it wasn’t going to save him from the torture he’s about to go through. I had to take off his left sock, but I wish I could have done it slowly, but I only had 13 and _ minutes. So, I just grab the sock and just stripped it off. I then dragged my index finger all over his soles, driving him to hysteria.

Mr. Jackson- MMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! MPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMM!!

Oh, I just enjoyed seeing his struggle as my finger made love with his soles. I wished I could hear him beg, but I knew the yelling would cause someone to come in and catch me making love to his feet. So, All I had to hear was MMMMMPHHHHHHHHH and MMMPPPPPPMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMM. I want to enjoy and torture him at the same time, and there was only one way to do it. I then stuffed the teacher’s beautiful toes into my mouth, and started to suck on them with great pleasure.

Mr. Jackson- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MMMMM!!! MPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHH! MMMMMMMMMMMM!! MPPPPPPPPPPPPMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! MMPPHHHHH!! MPPHHHH!!! MMMMMMMMM!!

Man, his scream and squirming sounded like a lullaby rhythm to me. I then went for his soles, which became much softer, due to the tickling. I dragged my tongue over his soles, and hearing the squirming become louder and louder.

Me- You know, I would if you ask me to stop I would. Do you want me to stop?

Mr. Jackson- MPPPPPHHHH! MMMMM!!! MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Me- What? I couldn’t hear.

Mr. Jackson- MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHH MMMMMMM!!! MOOOOPHHHHHHHH!!

Me- I guess you don’t want me to stop.

I continued to tickle Mr. Jackson until it was 12:00. I only had 10 minutes left, so I better make this moment worth it. I stopped tickling him, and pulled up a chair, sitting next to a frightened gym teacher.

Me- Hey, I’m going to pull out that sock, only if you promise not to scream. Do you promise?

He nodded “Yes” and I believed him.

I pulled the sock and out and like he promised, he didn’t scream. Lucky me.

Mr. Jackson- Please, why are you doing this to me?

Me- Bring your feet up to the desk, now.

He didn’t do as I say, so I pretended I was going back under the desk to tickle him more.

Mr. Jackson- OK, OK! I’ll do it, just don’t tickle my feet again, please don’t.

Me- Good. I’m doing this because…

I went up to his feet and started to sniff the aroma his feet left in the air. Mr. Jackson was trying to pull his feet away, but he was too frightened to move, who wouldn’t be.

Me- I love your feet. I love the smell… taste… and feeling.

I then pulled out a camera out of my book bag and took a picture of my teacher, to keep as a souvenir.

Mr. Jackson- Don’t… please. Don’t hurt me.

Me- Oh, don’t cry. I promise that this will seem to be to a bad dream after you wake up.

With that said, I put all my strength into my right arm, as I hit his head as hard as I can. As plan, I knocked him out. There laid my unconscious teacher, tied up and tired. Now, I had 9 minutes left, just enough time. I went and untied my teacher. I then had to place his sock back on, and hopefully he won’t notice how wet his right sock was. Then, I noticed a shelf up above my teacher, which gave me an idea to cover up what I did. I grabbed one of the legs holding the shelf, and slowly titled it to the side. I grabbed one of the statures that was on the shelf and dropped it to the ground, hopefully he’ll think that the shelf broke, causing the statues to hit his head, making him think he was knocked out by that. The clock said 11:47, which was good. If Mr. Jackson saw the clock, he’ll think it was somewhere around 11: 10 to: 11:30, so he’ll think he got knocked out before I was even here. So, as the bell rang, I went to class, wearing a clean sock on my left foot and being barefoot on my right foot. I was lucky enough not to get caught and everything went according to plan: Mr. Jackson woke up, thinking it was a dream and the statue knocked him out. It’s weird; he still talks to me, even though he shouldn’t if he knew what I did to him.

I look back at high school, remembering what happened. I loved that year and I am grateful for remembering it. To make it more addictive to know, the day I graduated, I sent a printed copy of that picture I took from Mr. Jackson. I wonder if he remembers?