From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: BOOTS
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 1996 07:22:23 GMT

                              BOOTS

by MANFUN

     This was the fourth meeting I had to attend in the last two
week out of town, and the first time I didn't have to be back in
the office the next day.  As the meeting dragged on and on I
started to daydream about how I was going to enjoy myself on some
of the expense-account money.

     Jason, a computer programmer who looked like he was about two
minutes out of college, kept nudging me to bring me back to
attention.

     When the meeting broke up, I followed him back to his office. 
"What's the big idea?" I asked, "Trying to leave bruises?", looking
him up and down in an unmistakable invitation.

     The computer nerds back home were all crumpled polyester
shirts with coke bottle glasses, and pens and pencils for days. 
Jason could have been in a C&R commercial or even better, one for
jockey shorts.  He was a tall, long-legged son of a genuine cowboy,
with an arrogant thrust to his pelvis that made you think he was
about to shove his cock in your face.  Judging from the bulge in
his slacks, it was  a pretty impressive cock, too.

       "Well, I, uh..." he stammered, "didn't want you to get into
trouble.", turning a shade of red.  I haven't seen that type of
shyness in years.

       "I can take care of myself," I assured him.  "In fact I am
about ready to go looking for some.  What to come along?"  He
hooked his jacket off the rack, and we headed out the door.

      I can't remember what drew us into the leather store, with
its acres of hand  tooled boots, leather jackets, and tight leather
pants.  I tried on a pair of $500 boots, which gripped my feet like
a tight man's asshole.  I walked over to a three way mirror,
intrigued by my new look, but still not really intending to buy.
I glanced at Jason.  His mouth was open, and if he wasn't actually
drooling, he was so close to it that it didn't make a bit of
difference.  My gaze dropped to his crotch, his pants were having
trouble holding in his swollen prick bulge.

     Then I turned to Jason.  "Your into boots, aren't you?"

     His cheeks reddened slightly, and he glanced down at the
floor.

     "You'd like to lick these boots for me." I said, lowering my
voice to a secret, seductive whisper.  "You would like to lick them
clean."

     He whimpered softly.  It was all the answer I needed.  I
handed the clerk my credit card.  Then headed back to my hotel in
a hurry.  I was aching to get down with my newest "toy." 

     When we got in the room I slapped the "Do Not Disturb" sign on
the door and locked up tight.  Then I turn to Jason, knowing what
he wanted by the sheepish yet expectant expression on his face. 
"Strip," I commanded.  Sitting back on the sofa, I popped my booted
feet on the coffee table.  

     He undressed slowly, he shed his jacket and shirt first,
revealing his sleek, tanned chest without a single hair on it.  He
pulled off his shoes and socks, but he lingered as he unzipped his
fly.  Jason turned shyly so that I was looking at his butt as he
slowly lowered his pants and jockeys.  "Turn around, boy!" I
ordered.

     When he turned around to reveal his cock I did a double take. 
It was thick and uncut, about ten inches as it stood.  The plump
head reached past his bellybutton.

     My next words were, "Get down on the floor and lick my boots!"
Jason dived for the floor like an addict.  I liked the way he
looked down there on all fours.

     A soft moan escaped him as he began to slither his tongue
around the sensuous leather of my new boots.  As he lovingly licked
them clean.  I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my own throbbing
cock.  Jason looked up at my cock, a fire flashed in his eyes as he
looked at it.  "Keep licking my boots!" I ordered.

     It did something to me just watching him lick up the leather
of my boots, I wrapped both hands around my cock and began to
stroke myself.  Before I knew it I was shooting gallons of thick,
sperm-clotted fuckjuice down his naked back.

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                         Jerry Gaither

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