Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2023 01:54:37 +0000 From: Richard Footman Subject: Personal Trainer Students Feet - Part 1 This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Except for the standard license given to nifty.org as per their submission guidelines, all other rights are reserved by the author. This is my first story, and all feedback is very welcome (ozfootman@hotmail.com). The Nifty archive needs your help to continue bringing these great stories to you. Please show your support by donating at https://donate.nifty.org/. My early morning train journey to college was usually deserted, that is until about three weeks ago. A new fitness and personal training college had opened, and my now quiet and empty carriage was disturbed by four post high school students who shared thirty minutes of the journey with me to their stop. They seemed in their very late teens, maybe even 20s or so, and usually wore a bright yellow college polo shirt with logo, Lycra athletic shorts which accentuated their muscular thighs and bright coloured mesh trainers with black ankle socks. Each carried a lightweight backpack to complete their sporty look. There was a mix of dirty blonde and black hair, strong facial features, perfect white teeth and already sculptured bodies from their obvious passion for health, fitness and gym workouts. I stared heavily at them when they first got on - I'm sure they were used to that. After that, it was fleeting glances in the hope that they didn't notice me. From their conversations I gleaned that they had all attended the same school, and each wanted to continue their passions as personal trainers as their career path - they seemed to be close friends who grew up together through their school years. My morning reading work had become less productive as I watched them interact with each other. I must admit, I looked forward to pulling into their station and watching eye candy on the way to classes. I was particularly interested in what their feet might look like. I had an intense foot fetish which I couldn't explore through school years, but I had started to incorporate where I could while exploring my sexuality at college. I tried to imagine that their perfect bodies and sculptured features extended to strong well defined looking feet. Today I must have been staring too long at their shoes letting my imagination wander, as I sensed one of them was looking back at me. I was jolted back to reality on meeting his gaze and I tried to work out what the expression on his face meant. It seemed to be a mixture of puzzlement and surprise. A cocky grin spread across his face as I buried my head back into my textbook. We were pulling into the station they got off at, which meant my embarrassment would soon be alleviated. As we pulled away from the station, the guy who noticed me was again looking directly at me with that same grin on his face. The next day I felt a tightness in my chest and butterflies in my stomach as we pulled into their station. I had no idea whether he was going to confront me or whether it would just pass as I hoped it would. I was shocked to see that he was the only one who boarded at the usual stop. He confidently made his way down the carriage and instead of sitting in their usual spot, he sat directly opposite me. I usually spread out a bit in this four-seater pod and I quickly collected my belongings as he sat down. Fear must have been showing on my face because he looked directly at me with a smile - those gleaming perfect white teeth. "Hi, I'm Danny" he said. "Hi, my name's Tim" I managed to blurt out. I had no idea where this was going as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "Where are your friends?" I asked. "Oh, they're catching the next train - we don't actually start classes for an hour after we get there so they have plenty of time to get the following one. We usually just have a quick cardio session before class to get the blood pumping. With no-one else in the carriage I thought I'd come and sit next to you and say hi." I nodded my understanding as my eyes wandered everywhere else on the train except his face. "Actually, I did want to ask you something." he said. A feeling of dread came over me. This wasn't going to pass as I wanted it to. "I couldn't help but notice you staring at our feet yesterday. Was there something about them that you took an interest in?" he asked, as he put his feet up on the seat next to me and crossed his legs. "Not sure what you mean." I could feel my face getting hotter - I knew my cheeks betrayed my embarrassment. "I'm guessing by the way you're blushing that you do know what I'm talking about. They're right there next to you so you can take a closer look." My mind started reeling. I couldn't believe how brash Danny was, goading me to take a closer look at his feet lying so close to me. My face must have looked like an animal frozen and trapped in headlights. "Let me make it easier for you. I'm guessing you're into guys by the way you've been sneaking looks at my friends and I over the past few weeks. That's cool...we're built, and we spend a lot of time making ourselves look good. It's only natural for people to check us out. I don't really care if it's a girl or a guy who's admiring me. Then I noticed how much you were staring at our feet. It was so obvious. You really should be more discreet." My mind was having trouble keeping up with what Danny was saying. He's cool with gay guys, and he seems to know about guys being into feet. "See, I convinced my mates to take the next train so I could ask you if you were one of those gays into guy's feet. We had one of them in our class at school. He'd do errands for all of us or whatever we'd ask and in return he got to worship our feet for one hour after gym session Fridays. Unfortunately, he moved away after graduation, and we really miss a foot boy to do stuff for us. So, are you one of those gay guys into feet?" I'm sure my mouth stopped producing saliva several minutes ago as it was so dry. I tried to swallow hard, but nothing was there. All I could muster was a weak head nod. "Perfect " he chuckled, "we've got an opening for a foot boy, and you like guys and feet. How about we come to an arrangement?" "What would this involve?" I stammered, not quite believing I was even considering this or even talking about this in public. "Cool - I'll get to that, but in the meantime, I thought you might want to sample the quality of our offer. Like I said before, we all spend a lot of time making ourselves look good. That includes keeping all our body parts in perfect condition, including our feet. We take good care of them, so they stay soft and silky smooth. All our feet are around the same size, shape, look and feel. At least that's what the last foot guy used to say to all of us. He couldn't get enough of them. Why don't you take one of my trainers and socks off and see for yourself?" If I thought the conversation so far was surreal, this just took it up to eleven. I scanned the carriage to make sure no-one else had come in since Danny arrived. "Don't worry, " he reassured. "We're all alone for at least another fifteen minutes. Go ahead...check out my bare feet." Nervously I reached over to unlace one of his shoes. Danny stretched back, put his hands behind his head, and observed the situation. I was so excited to see what his foot looked like my hands were shaking. I managed to loosen the lace and then slip the shoe off until it made a muted thud on the carriage floor. "They're size 11 wide. Not the biggest of our group, but certainly enough to cover your face comfortably, if you were to agree to our arrangement." Danny was absolutely right. Even with the sock still on, his foot looked amazing. A nice light sweat had formed on the fabric and it was very warm in my hands. "Nice huh? Why don't you try a little skin on skin" he teased. My fingers slipped in between his ankle and the sock, and I must have shivered a little. His skin was smooth and silky. I pushed the sock down further over his heel and slowly and deliberately peeled it upwards to expose the sole of his foot. I marveled at its beauty and every element of it. Smooth heel with no calluses. A nice high arch which I imagined would fit the contours of my face perfectly. A nice wide bridge just below five perfect toes - each totally proportionate with the entire foot. My eyes widened as I took in the whole view. "Run your fingers along the sole and feel how smooth it is." he invited. I began caressing the sole of his foot, totally blocking out everything around me. Passengers could have arrived in the carriage, and I would have been oblivious. I felt my groin stir and blood rush to my cock as I held his foot in my hands. "Put your nose in between my toes and inhale my foot scent." All inhibitions had gone by this time, and I raised his foot up to my face to nuzzle my nose between his first and second toe. I inhaled deeply and was delighted to be met with a decent manly scent. Not overpowering - just a healthy teen male sweaty aroma. Now I was getting very hard. "Do you like the smell?" he asked. "So much. The smell is perfect. Fresh yet still a musky sweaty scent." I responded. "Only one more thing to sample, I guess. How does it taste?" Danny enquired. My eyes widened. Did he just say I could put my tongue on the sole of his foot? By now my pants were uncomfortably restricting my rock-hard cock. I pushed my tongue between my lips and extended it to experience the taste. I was delighted to be rewarded with a salty but clean flavour which I tried to commit to memory. I knew my first stop when I arrived at college was the toilets in the cafeteria so I could jerk out a big load before my first class. The memory of the taste of his foot would ensure I wouldn't last long. I was so lost in my own world I barely registered the train announcement of Danny's station approaching. I let go of his foot and he began to put everything back on. "So... there's three other pairs of feet which are equal in quality to the one you've just sampled. We can talk more tomorrow morning and I can introduce you to my mates. We'll discuss what would be involved and you can decide then whether an arrangement sounds good to you. Don't forget to re-adjust yourself before getting off the train - you're pitching quite a tent there." And with that, Danny grabbed his bag before heading to the door. As he walked out, he gave that same grin as yesterday and a wink. My head was still spinning from the experience of the last half hour. I was very aware of the raging hard on in my pants and how urgently I needed relief. The rest of the journey seemed to go quickly as I replayed the events of the morning. When I got to college I ran to the toilets and locked myself in the far cubicle. My cock needed release and it needed it now. As I recalled the scent and taste of Danny's foot, it only took half a minute or so before I pumped several long ropes of cum from my nuts. My orgasm subsiding and through heavy and deep breathes my cock finally started to go down enough to get to my first class. Although I had absolutely no idea how I was going to concentrate for the rest of the day. I can't wait until tomorrow's train journey and the discussion with Danny and his mates.