Barefoot At School

When I was in high school, the last two years I drove in, like most of the other people who were juniors and seniors at that point. To get inside the school from the parking lot you went in through the back of the building, which was one of the older parts of the building that, I found out one morning didn't have the best storm drains. This particular morning we had a torrential rainfall that turned the area around the back entrance into a small lake. My friend that I was walking in with said he was just going to go around to the front, but I didn't want to walk through the rain any longer, so I said I was just going through the water. Big mistake. The water came to about halfway up my calves and my shoes and socks were thoroughly soaked. Spending the first period with wet feet was extremely annoying, and slipping my shoes off did nothing as my socks were like sponges. By the time second period came around, I knew I couldn't keep them on.

I know, you're probably thinking 'so what? Just take off your socks. Who cares?' Well, at that point it was a huge deal. Almost panic-inducing as at that point, I simply did not go barefoot. Compared to today where I wear sandals at every opportunity, once I got into my teens I wore shoes and socks even in the dead of summer. I guess because of teenage hormones and that I was coming to the realization that I have a foot fetish, just having bare feet was enough to get me horny, and someone seeing me barefoot was just about the same as someone seeing me naked. Nevertheless, sitting towards the back of the room, making sure no one was paying attention, I quickly peeled off my socks. By the time I wrung out as much water as I could and stuffed them in my backpack, I was hard. Like, ready to masturbate hard. Pointing down my right pant leg, it felt burning hot against my chilly thigh. Slipping my toes back into my shoes, I tried to ignore it the best I could, with it finally deflating enough that it wasn't noticeable. Going to my next class, I slipped out of them again, trying to get some fresh, drying air into my shoes. And once again, being barefoot = my cock growing hard again. Feeling the cold tile under my damp soles didn't help matters, either. Needless to say, I was pretty distracted that day and didn't pay much attention to anything other than my feet. This pattern went on throughout the rest of the day, and thankfully I had on a pair of heavy jeans and a long hoodie, because from constantly exposing my feet all day my boxers were a mess of sticky, cold precum. I know now that no one could have cared less that I sat there barefoot (this was the early 00's and everyone and their brother started wearing flip flops to school), but being 17 with a foot fetish, it felt like everyone around me was staring at my bare toes. 

When the last period was over I hurried out to the lot and went home, and thankfully I had about 40 minutes of having the house to myself. As soon as I got inside I dropped my things and hurried to my bedroom, stripping of my clothes and jumping into bed. Not just because I was pretty cold, but because I needed to masturbate like my life depended on it. It took about 10 seconds to get hard and about another 10 seconds of stroking before having an incredible, toe-curling orgasm. Normally after I cum I'm finished, but not on that day. I threw away the tissue and took another one, got back in bed, pressed my soles together and again started stroking. This time obviously took a little longer, and not having time to boot up the computer and dial in to look at some porn pictures (remember dial-up?), I just kept thinking about spending most of the day sitting in classes barefoot. A couple more minutes went by and I blew my second load, making me squirm around in my bed, filling a second tissue with my young semen. All I wanted to do at that point was pull the covers over me and fall asleep, but my parents were going to be getting home soon so I got dressed with dry clothes, hiding my wet socks and boxers deep in the hamper. Later on that evening, before I fell asleep I masturbated a third time. 

I wish I could say that after that day my fear of being barefoot went away, but it didn't. I still wore socks every chance I had and my own bare feet were enough to make me need to masturbate. This went on until my early 20's until I decided it was stupid to keep going this way, got a pair of slide sandals and basically forced myself to go out in public without socks. It still took some time, but I eventually got used to having my feet exposed. Even though there are still some random situations that being barefoot turns me on and I still have a raging foot fetish, the past, they say, is history.