This story is based on a series of true events which occurred during the year of 1999. To preserve privacy, I have changed the names of all of the people in the story, including myself. I was in year 10 at school, 15 years old and half way through puberty. I wasn't as advanced as all the guys in my year - sure, I had hair around my cock and balls and my voice had deepened a lot, but I was still quite short for my age and I hadn't got any hair at all on my chest, face or armpits. A lot of the other guys had tufts of hair under their arms and were having to shave regularly. I saw the other guys quite a lot in the changing rooms. I wasn't the least advanced, but I was pretty close. One guy, Mark, even had a hairy chest already. I checked out the other guys every time I got the chance. I had known I was gay for about two years, ever since I started jerking off to pictures of male underwear models in my mums clothes catalogues. But I hadn't done anything until one rainy afternoon.. It had been a regular day for me: overslept and got up late for school, didn't have time for a shower so I just threw on my uniform and ran to catch the bus - I missed it. An hour later, I was at school being given a bollocking by my senior teacher, Mr Evans, for being so late. I tried to explain but he wasn't having any of it. Detention at the end of the day. I got through the rest of the morning OK, and was looking forward to the afternoon because my only lesson was PE. Ok, so Mr Evans was my teacher and he would probably give me a hard time, but at least I'd get to have a good look at all those sexy guys! Lunchtime came and I was waiting in the dinner queue when a group of guys behind me ran down the corridor to get to the front of the line. One of them, Nick, hit my shoulder as he went past and he fell over. Everyone in the queue laughed, including me. Nick picked himself up off the floor and walked over to me. He grabbed me by the collar and pushed me back against the wall. "You ever fuckin do that again, I'm gonna." he started, but he was interrupted by Mr Evans. I didn't hear what was said, I was loosening my tie and trying to get my breath back. I think Nick got a detention. I arrived early for PE - well, it is my favourite subject after all. The locker rooms were as fun as always. Ben showing off his hairy pits (not on purpose, but I was looking!), Mark with his hairy chest, Paul's amazing legs, Matthews treasure trail, Steffan mooning. And Nicks feet!!! I don't know why but I always had a thing about feet. Its not such a big thing to me now, but back then I couldn't get enough of seeing those sexy feet (Okay, I know, repetition of feet). Nick was probably my favourite guy in the changing rooms back then - alright, so his chest wasn't as good as Mark's, his six-pack not as well defined as Alex's and his legs not as to-die-for as Paul, but his feet were amazing (if you're not into feet, I probably can't explain it) and the rest of him wasn't bad either. Soon, we were all ready to go out to play rugby (in the rain) and I was already looking forward to seeing the guys showering off afterwards. We headed out of the changing rooms and out of the school gates. The playing fields were about a five minute walk from the school. By the time we got there we were already soaked. Mr Evans sorted us into small teams and set up a small tournament. About halfway through the lesson, Paul tackled me and the studs in his boots scraped along my thigh - nothing serious, but Mr Evans said I had to go back to the changing rooms and get the cut cleaned, so I headed back alone. I arrived back at the changing rooms, and stripped off my soaking wet jersey. I went to the shower room, turned on the nearest shower head and started to clean the cut on my leg. I didn't expect anyone back for at least 45 minutes, and so I didn't hear the door to the changing rooms open. I did hear a slight pattering of feet but I just thought it was the water dripping from one of the other shower heads. Big mistake. Next thing I knew I was lying face down in the muddy water on the floor. I looked up to see Nick standing over me. "What the fuck." I started to ask, but he didn't wait for me to finish. He grabbed me by my hair and led me through to the changing rooms. He sat down on one of the benches and pushed me down onto the floor. "You thought you'd fuckin got away with what you did earlier, didn't you?" he said. I didn't answer - I wasn't sure if he wanted me to. "Well, I saw you wimping off back here, so I told Mr Evans I had a sore ankle and he sent me back too. And now you're gonna make it better." "What do you mean?" I asked. In response he lifted his right foot up and touched the sole of his boot against by nose. "You're gonna clean my feet for me Stu, and you ain't gonna tell a fuckin soul about it or I'll fuckin kill you!" I didn't know what to say. My dream come true, a chance to see Nicks feet up close - not a bad punishment for embarrassing him earlier. "Shall I go and get a bucket of water then?" I asked nervously. "No," he said, "you're gonna use that fuckin mouth of yours!" I was shocked - Nick wanted me to lick his feet clean. "So you're gay?" I asked, realising what must be the truth. The answer was short and sweet. He kicked me in the face. Not too hard, but hard enough to let me know I'd asked a stupid question. "Just clean my fuckin feet Stu, or I'll have to tell sir that you punched me earlier on!" I knew I had to go along with him. I already had a detention later on, and I had a bad record with Mr Evans. If he thought I'd punched someone, I might get a letter sent home. I moved forwards towards Nick and took his right food in my hands. I quickly undid the laces and pulled off the boot. The stench of fresh sweat hit me and I almost fainted, it smelled so good. I went to peel of his socks with his hands but he stopped me. "Your mouth from now on" he said, almost playfully. I gently put my mouth around his toes and pulled the sock. It slowly slid off his beautiful foot, but the sight was the only thing turning me on. As I was pulling the sock with my mouth, I was sucking the sweat out of it. It tasted sweet, just how I'd imagined it when I'd jacked off at home. I managed to completely remove the sock, and there before my face was Nicks right foot. It was beautiful, even better close up than I could have imagined. I moved my lips close to his big toe, opened my mouth and took it in. I gently sucked on it, tasted the sweat and dirt in my mouth. I heard him let out a quiet moan and I knew I must be doing it right. I serviced each individual toe, savouring every drop of sweat, licking deep in between each one. Then I moved onto the rest of his foot. I licked right along the soul of his foot, and this time he let out a louder, almost girlish moan. I looked up, and saw that he had his head tilted back looking at the ceiling, one hand up under his jersey playing with his nipples, and the other in his shorts, playing with what looked like a pretty big boner. I looked down at my own shorts and saw that I too had a massive stiffy, and a wet patch of precum was getting bigger by the second. I finished the first foot by licking along the top. The sensations on my tongue were incredible, as I felt the tiny hairs that signalled the beginning of his leg. I moved on to the second foot, and serviced it in the same way. As I finished his left foot, Nick let out his loudest moan. I looked up to see an intense look of ecstasy on his face. The hand in his shorts was moving up and down in short jerks, which I recognised from my own experience as being as sign that he had just hit orgasm. Indeed, he was shooting so hard that some of the cum came through his shorts and dribbled down onto the floor. We sat therefore a moment or two in silence, just looking at each other. Nick spotted the erection in my shorts. "You want me to take care of that fucker?" he asked, a lot more playfully than last time. I stood up and stepped onto the bench, one foot either side of him. To this day, I don't know what possessed me, I was just on auto pilot. I stood with my crotch in his face. He pulled down my shorts and took my cock into his mouth. I started to thrust forwards and backwards into his mouth, like I'd seen them do on the porn vids I'd downloaded. Then Mr Evans walked through the door. I lost my footing with shock (I was still wearing my boots) and fell to the floor, my cock still sticking out from the top of my shorts. I passed out.
More to come.
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