I flipped the light switch to watch my eyes suddenly adjust to the bright living room and kitchen since there was no light coming in from the windows. The house was a bit of a mess but I didn't feel like cleaning it up, especially today with everything that's happened. I walked to my room and dropped my book bag on the floor. My bed was undone and there were clothes everywhere, but I really wanted to take a whiff of the gold I had in my backpack.
I opened the zipper and the aroma of the socks burst out like a geyser shooting out of the ground. My soft pudgy cock suddenly became hard once again in my shorts as soon as the smell hit me.
I grabbed them out of my book bag all crumbled up in a large ball. I felt the sweat of the socks stick to my hands and I was euphoric. I separated them and they just rolled out into long, dirty and smelly pieces of black cloth. The sweat marks of where his soles pressed on were still there. The outline of his huge foot just had me in awe as my fingers rubbed against the thick, sweaty cloth. The imprint of his enormous foot and toes just seemed surreal as it seemed like a monster's foot rather than a normal human's foot.
I couldn't contain myself any longer. After looking at them I just had to press them hard against my nose and face. The sweet stench affected my whole body as the strong smell entered my nostrils and rubbed against the skin of my face.
I put the toe area of both his socks in my mouth while I continued to rub the rest of it all over my face. The smell was entrancing and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I unbuttoned my pants, lowered my underwear and started stroking as fast and hard as I could with his socks on my face. My cock was as hard as a pole and ready to shoot out at any second. I then erupted continuously until I felt the emptiness inside me overcome me.
I cleaned up and kept the socks inside a pair of shoes inside a shoebox that I had in my closet that I didn't use to keep them fresh, but either way, I knew they were gonna stay fresh throughout the Thanksgiving break.
I then picked up my room and a bit of my house to then laid on my bed again with my phone in my hand. I reach to my pocket and I got the small piece of paper he handed me in the car. I texted him telling him that it was me, just to let him know.
I was eager but intimidated for a response. I didn't know how to feel at the moment and I was already sweating with my face as red as a tomato. He answered saying "Alright. You doing anything Saturday?" I was puzzled. Was he really asking me to go somewhere with him? I responded that I wasn't. A few seconds later he replied telling me that he wanted to invite me to lunch and talk about football and stuff like that since I'm his newest player and he wanted to treat me. I was still in shock he liked me this much, but I gladly accepted the offer.
He told me he'd pick me up at 2 at my house to go eat something. He asked if I like burgers and I said yes. Now I just have to make an excuse to my parents I'm going out with my friends on Saturday. They didn't really ask many questions anytime I'd go out, so I figured this time would be no different.
I turned off my phone just thinking about his enormous smelly feet and toes on my face all around me after we'd eaten, as I laid on my bed. I already know something was gonna happen with him again, he never did that with his players in my school, at least, not that I've heard of. I wondered if he did this regularly with new players or if it was just those he wanted to play around with, but either way, I was still part of this, so I knew something was bound to happen when we'd meet.
I enjoyed those few days we had off. Rested up and ate lots on Wednesday we had off before Thanksgiving, got stuffed like crazy on Thanksgiving day, and scored a couple of good deals on Black Friday. I gained a bit of weight from both Thanksgiving and all the leftovers that came with it, plus eating fast food since both my parents had to work on Friday. I figured that this was fairly normal for anyone since the holidays always gave everyone a few extra pounds. I knew coach was a big eater as well, so I wondered how much he would gain on this short holiday. I then ate some more at night when my appetite kicked in again, jerked to the idea of his feet, and then fell asleep right after.
I woke up the next morning around 10, really looking forward to my lunch with coach later. I got out of bed and grabbed his socks from my closet, taking a nice whiff of the smell that was still extremely strong. I got as hard as a rock, but my family was having breakfast, so I didn't wanna miss out on the opportunity of the large serving. It consisted of pancakes, waffles, milk, and a few sandwiches. After my morning stuffing, I brushed my teeth and went back to my room to clean it up a bit. I laid back down after I was done just thinking about what was gonna go down in a couple of hours.
I was hard the whole time. I couldn't decide what was hotter about him: his huge feet, his belly, his thick cock, or his alter ego when we're alone together. I didn't know how I was gonna act when we'd meet for lunch. So I just kept it to myself that I'll play along with how he treats me and stuff, besides, I always liked being the smaller one when I'm with him.
About an hour before 2 he texted me asking if I could still make it. I told him that yeah I can for sure. He told me he'll pick me up in about half an hour or so. I told him that it was fine. I got hard again as I was texting him. My mind was racing from all of the times I would fantasize about him and now it was becoming a reality.
I got out of bed to get ready since he was almost on his way. I decided to go decent to go eat since I didn't want to leave a bad impression nor look bad to wherever we were going. So I wore some jeans, a graphic tee, and sneakers. For some reason, my sneakers felt a bit tighter than usual, as if my foot had grown, but it was bearable for a while, since I was more focused on coach.
When he got there, I told my parents I was going out with some friends to eat and maybe watch a movie or two and left after their compliance. I walk over to his truck and the smell of his musky feet hit me as soon as I close the door, just as it had the last time.
"Hey coach, Thanks for inviting me for lunch, I really appreciate it," I said to him as he drove off.
He smirked and looked at me for a split second. He responded saying "Of course boy, I always treat my new players to discuss everything and connect with them about the sport more so they don't feel uncomfortable during practice or games" and he smacked my left thigh twice saying "you'll do good."
I wondered if he did this with his players, or if it was made up and just with me. Either way, I still liked it. He was a bit sweaty in his face and underarms, as well as his legs having a bit of that gloss, suggesting he did something earlier. He was wearing one of those dark grey dri-fit shirts with a collar, and some cargo shorts that really hugged his thick thighs and his belly hung over the button, making his love handles push out a bit through the back and side of his shirt in his seat. Down his hairy legs, his huge sneakers were filled by his huge feet and some black, medium-length socks. They looked a bit used from the creases he had at the front of the shoes, I just imagined how much they smelled as he drove and shifted his right foot from left to right.
"You ever eaten at Burgrow?" He asked as he looked at me at the red light.
"Nope, but I've heard it's good" I responded.
"Yeah it really good. Even though it isn't that cheap, they're the best I've ever had, and trust me, I've had a lot of burgers, heh," he said as he rubbed and smacked his gut. "And I'm hungry for one or two today" he added.
"Aren't they huge, coach?" I asked.
