It was late November in the school year, right before Thanksgiving weekend, and I walked down the hallway to my last period of the day after lunch, it was P.E, of course, and it was actually one of my favorite classes for a reason. I was a senior in high school. I was never a small student for their my age though; I was 18 years old, 6'2", 250 pounds, with size 13 feet. I always stood out in among my own peers and throughout most of the school. I was never interested in men that much, but sometimes there would be guys that I just couldn't stop staring at sometimes, especially when they had big feet or an appealing body for my style. I hid my feelings really well though. I never made any weird gestures in front of my friends or family.
I walked into the huge gymnasium into the area where my class sits on the left side of the blue colored bleachers to call for attendance, the other class sat to the right. I usually sit in the middle of the crowd so I wouldn't be so noticeable, but it was inevitable, when mostly everyone was there, my P.E. teacher Mr. Smith wasn't quite the eye candy to look at, he was older, mid 50's, grey hair, lanky body; the regular old person.
We really didn't do anything with him, which was good for most of us. He would only sit at a small, 2 person table at the bottom of our side of the bleachers. Only the occasional time when he would tell us to dress to give us a grade and do some simple exercises. Though this time, he sat with the other P.E. teacher at that same table, who also happened to be the football coach for my school. He was a beautiful man in my opinion. He was in his late-20s and had a light golden skin tone with huge arms and a nice round belly that hugged his waist which is what made him look even bigger than what he already was; he was basically made out of both fat and muscle. Though the part that I liked the most was his huge feet. Even from afar they looked huge for his body. He was about 6'6" in height. He had previously asked me twice to play football in my previous years, however, I rejected his offers.
That same day he came up to me after class to talk to me in his office, which was in the locker room. It was a rainy day so he canceled practice for his players, giving him the chance to talk to me with no one to intercede. I walked with him to the office, trying not to stare at his huge ass as we walked while the other students were facing the opposite way going home. We then turned to the hallway that the locker room was in. The empty hallway had the smell of sweat and musk, it filled the air.
We walked into the empty locker room, then into the small office inside of it. He let me go in first and then him into the simply furnished room. It only consisted of two desks and three chairs. One desk with a computer against the wall and the other one had a wood top and metal sides with nothing else on it, you were able to look under the desk fully to see the desk chair. You could tell the desk chair was worn in. I sat on one of the other two chairs on the other side of the desk, facing the worn-in desk chair and the wooden top.
He sat down on the desk chair and it lowered a bit from his heaviness, he moved forward and I could see his huge belly rub on the edge of the desk as he talked to me about football and all that kind of stuff. I still refused his offer, even though he said some convincing points, but he understood I simply just didn't like the sport after all of the refusals.
We both stood up and his staggering height was kind of scary. When I gave him a handshake to leave, his huge, strong, and meaty hands covered mine without even trying. I looked down when I gave him that handshake, and through those huge baseball mitts of his, I noticed a huge pair of grey basketball shoes on his feet. You could tell they were a bit used, but they had to be at least a size 16 from what I have seen. Even with his wide, heavy frame, they looked enormous for his size. I got rock hard staring as his deep, firm southern accent startled me out of the trance I was in. "I see you're surprised at the size of my feet," he said, letting the firm grip go while looking down and wiggling his huge shoes around.
"Yeah, those are really big. What size do you use?" I asked.
"These babies are a size 18 and a half, but I usually wear a 19," he responded.
"Woah, now that's huge. Way bigger than my 13's, Coach."
"Yeah, yours aren't small either but compared to mine, but they do look like it. Maybe you can wear my shoes one day... besides, you're still growing aren't you?"
"Possibly, Coach, but maybe not that big."
"You never know. Wanna see how they feel?"
That would be pretty cool to compare... I wondered.
"Sure, Coach!" I shrugged.
He sat on his desk chair and I sat down on the one facing his desk. I noticed a huge bulge in his basketball shorts. He was trying to hide it under his soft, round belly as he started to untie his huge shoes. I could barely hide mine either as he pulled his huge feet out of his enormous basketball shoes. The thick black socks released the smell of his huge sweaty feet as it filled the small room quickly. "Sorry son, it's been a really long day. Morning practice can be a killer, plus today I supervised my players during lunch in the gym and my P.E classes" he said.
"Don't worry Coach the smell doesn't bother me," I replied.
"Alright then... I guess we're both used to it." He smiled in a way that I found so sexy.
He handed me his left shoe. My hand looked so small as I grabbed it and felt it's large rubber sole. I felt the weight of the huge shoe let made my wrist drop. The aroma from the shoe just stiffened my cock and let it get wetter than before.
"Damn Coach, these are some heavy shoes, how do you walk with these?" I said.
"Guess I'm just used to it. Big feet means big shoes, and big shoes tend to be heavier" he replied with a chuckle.
He untied his other massive shoe. I put the other shoe next to mine to compare, and it looked massive next to mine, they looked at least 2 inches longer than mine. I was in awe as I felt my cock harden and ooze precum in my pants. I looked at the small tag on the large tongue of the shoe and it read 19 as I tried to take a whiff of his enormous shoes without making it look suspicious. Then, he pulled out his other huge foot out of the remaining shoe. He then gave me that shoe and the stench was twice as strong since he just took it off.
When I started untying my shoes, I heard the desk chair creak and a clunk on the desk in front of me. I looked up and I saw him leaned back with his enormous black-socked feet crossed diagonally on the empty wooden desk in front of me. He put his arms up and stretched his legs and body while he exhaled all of his breath. He closed his eyes and said "I told you they were huge."
