I was just about the last one in the gymnasium, being team captain for the wrestling team meant I had to make sure our practice area was in tip top shape before I could leave.
I quickly gave the room a scan, with nothing out of the ordinary I bolted out the door, being late to to hang out with my friend, James at the carnival uptown. “NOT SO FAST JOHN, GET IN THIS OFFICE” Coach Smith said with an aggravated tone. Coach clocked in at 5’11, 179lbs and had a body you could tell he frequently works out. I huffed my breathe, wondering what he could possibly want as I headed over to his office.
As I entered he closed the door behind me and asked me to sit. Coach sat right along side me and got right to the point. “John, son, you got any ideas? Team districts is only a month away and our team lacks so many of the basic traits that we had back in my day.” “like what?” I asked not really caring. “For starters, skill. Nobody wants to put in effort. These boys lack the will to improve themselves and the team.” Yea, only a few people on the team seem to take this sport seriously.” I added. “Right you are. If it wasn't for you and a couple other boys with heart, I would feel like a complete failure as a coach.” I think you’re a great coach, these guys just suck. Coach smith looked me dead in the eyes, as if he was searching for something.
He smiles, looks away and says “you're a great athlete yourself”. I felt my face turn a little red as he said that and we both laughed it off. Changing the subject I asked him how was wrestling back in his day. I must've struck a nerve because he went on for about 7 minutes on random wrestling information that I barely remembered.
Afterwards I asked about how he did and judging by the way he smiled, that's exactly what he was looking for. “I was two time state champion going for my third year when I dislocated my right ankle completely in the final round.” How bad was your ankle? “It was twisted about 45 degrees and I had to get 4 surgeries, still got the scar” can I see? I asked. “I don't know son, it's been a long day, tough on the feet and I don't want to kill ya with my stench” he said while chuckling. “I don't really mind Coach, stench of a two time champion.” I said a little too eagerly. He gave me a sly smile as he untied his shoe laces. “Were both men, nothing we haven't experienced before.” he said. With that, he completely took off his right shoe, exposing his massive fat foot covered by a dark black sock with wet patches all around. The smell was intoxicating, strong and demanding. I felt light headed and slightly euphoric. He peeled down his sock half way to show me the scar. Thats gnarly I insisted. “Real mans scar” he said with a smile. I stared at his massive foot, taking in the manly aroma like it would be my last time. Coach smith, who never put his shoe back on, broke the silence by asking “you want a better look?” he didn't bother waiting for an answer and took off his sock completely, leaving his plum, fat, succulent toes out in the open. I moved my chair closer to him as he held out his foot for me to examine. “Man coach, you sure have some giant feet!” I said in awe. “You're right about that son” he said as he raised his foot closer to my face. “My big toe could cover your whole mouth!” coach placed his plump toe on my limps and gave a slight chuckle. We held eye contact for a short moment, as he looked for any sort of objection from me about his toe being on my lips. I sat silently and closed my eyes as coach slowly pushed his toe past my lips and into my mouth.
The taste was salty and manly and I started to suck on it with a little more passion. He told me to get on the floor and I wasn't sure if I felt like I had too or if I wanted to , regardless I ended up on the floor. I instinctively laid on the ground as I looked up to see a hug smirk on my coach’s face. He lifted his foot and covered my face with it. He started off quite about it, but got really verbal afterwards. “Yea you like that? ...That's the closest to success youll ever get... Someone could walk in right now and see you're my little foot boy.” Coach seemed like he knew exactly the right words to say to me to get me in this state of mind. I felt grateful that he would let me lick his feet.
I told him thank you and in return he took off his other shoe and placed his other foot on my face. It was at this point I felt truly dominated as looked up at my coach with the same smirk on his. All of a sudden, I got a sense of urgency that I need to be dominant, and without hesitation, I stood up and grabbed him by the neck while searching for some sort of protest.
He showed no signs of objection so I continued and threw him on to the ground and made him lick my shoes clean. He was really into it, did a way better job than I ever did. I took pleasure in seeing his facial expression oozing with ecstacy. I took off my shoes and socks and made him beg to let him lick my feet. He begged with such enthusiasm I had no choice but to allow him to lick the sweat from my toes. Remembering I had to be somewhere I began to pull away from Coach to get my shoes back on. “Where ya goin’?” he protested. “I have plans sorry coach.” I said as I quickly grabbed my shoes and socks and started to put them on.
I looked over at coach with the same smirk he had earlier and threw him one of my socks, which he eagerly went after.
