P.E.teacher Ohyama hidekatsu Bare feet smell

 
That was when I took classes in the gymnasium. 

That day, I changed my shoes in front of the students.

 I usually prepare everything in the instructor's office before going to class, but that day before the test, I spent a lot of time preparing for it. 

That was the beginning of everything. 

One of the students pointed out the smell of my feet. 

At first I thought it was just a prank, and I laughed lightly and returned.

 But as the other students gathered, they all sniffed my feet and clogged with the smell. 

In the end, I had to stop denying and pretend to reopen, saying, "I'm an adult man, so I guess I can smell a bit." 

 
When I returned to the physical education instructor's office, I looked at the shoes I had worn before. 

Sit in a comfortable chair and take blue shoes in one hand. 

I approached my nose where my legs were stuck. 

 
Hmmm ... guh ...! Mmmm ...! ! 

I noticed a terrible smell of bitterness and sourness, different from the smell of sweat, rising from my nostrils to the brain. 

Fat sweat spreads. My body shakes. 

The room looks distorted with tears.

 But, isn't that something we can't help? 

This is the result of healthy metabolism as an adult man. 

It's such a proof that you have worked as a teacher, thought about your students, and continued working. 

This is the result.
I need to be careful, but don't be ashamed. 

This smell is proud. It is a history of activity as a male. 

No matter who else smells, I alone ... must acknowledge my achievements. 

Just as you praise the students' efforts, you should praise the ridiculous smell in these shoes. 

Yes, nothing is wrong. It's amazing, it smells amazing.

 I opened my crotch, shook my waist and went crazy, sniffing my shoes. 

"Mr. Ohyama ... what the hell ... 

Suddenly, there was another human voice in my own world. 

I pulled my nose out of my shoes and looked at the door connecting the instructor's office and the gymnasium. 

 New Harada teacher. 

He is still young, a little sweaty, but also a refreshing, fearless colleague and a cute junior.

Oh, no, it's just ... just checking the smell of the shoes ...

Harada wasn't looking at my face.
Harada was staring at the large bulge that could be seen from above the jersey. 

With eyes that see incredible things.

Ah, ah, this is ... it's an erection, but you've been trying hard and smelling it ... Good smell. 

As a man, just because I reconsidered my work ... I understand that Harada, you know the same P.E. teachers. 

Harada approached me as an excuse.

 An ordinary gentle smile is like a lie. 

 "Did the student point out the smell? Can I check one?" 

Oh, like that. What do you say? Mr. Harada.
check. Is it such a different physical education teacher? My foot smell.
It's no use to smell the sticky foot smell of the stuffy stuff with a new young teacher. 

But I have no choice. 

If this kind of figure is broken by someone, my teacher's life is over. Now in this room, Harada's decision is absolute.

I shook my feet and turned my sock-wrapped sole to Harada.

 
"--Wow! Wow, what's this smell! I'm always in front of my students in this way !? I've never smelled like this."  

Mr. Harada told my feet to spit out.

 This is a hard-working smell, and I can't help but smell it. I replied weakly. 

 "Somewhat? It's sexual harassment that smells like a man. 

 Younger Harada condemned my feet and me without any mercy.

 Just because my feet smell. Just because you're too masculine. 

 "Ohyama, what are you doing, this is the P.E. instructor's office, the holy school building, what are you going to do?" 

 Huh ... huh ... ah, it doesn't stop. 

Although this is being said, precum overflows without permission. 

Juicy dripping from the cock.

"... I know, Oyama. You're a pervert excited by the smell of your feet.
And that's what makes people excited about it. "

Ah, everything, everything is gone.

 Was the smell of my feet, my quirks, and Harada crazy?

I finally couldn't hide my excitement.

Smell more, more. Admit me, my work, my stinking feet ...

See how I am normative as a man, like a dad, see me, see me, my feet smells like a child, my feet tell me my father is just smelling, oh, look, Smell and acknowledge me, make my child !


"Oh, cum out!

 I spit out the semen into the closed gym room.

I put strong force on my odorous toe, and my conceived juice was spit out.

The smell of my feet and the semen spread to the empty instructor's office.

The smell slowly penetrates deep into your head.

Oh, if you don't clean up quickly, someone will really come.

 That's when Harada comes here after finishing classes.

However, it can't stand up with the ejaculation. 

Erection does not fit. I can't stop smelling.

Because many of the students point out my smell. 

Because I admitted my odor in front of such a student.

 Today, a very strong thing has come out.

Oh, it seems to ejaculate again, and the teacher juice rises for the second time only because of the smell and lingering. 

It seems to ejaculate. 

 Out. Get out. 

Someone may come in, but it's gone.

I felt footsteps behind the door.

It's Harada's voice. I'm heading here, talking with the students jokingly.

I gasped. At the same time, the odor was inhaled through the nostrils.

Oh.
Come out again. Really comes out.