Date: Fri, 3 Apr 2009 13:37:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Brant <wellington1962now@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boots in the Backroom   Gay Authoritarian/Encounters

I was in Chicago a few years ago for a convention. After a hard day of
meetings I felt the need for some recreation. I slipped into my levis,
leather jacket and engineer boots and headed over to the Ram Book Store on
Halsted.

As I worked my way to the back, I was relieved to see that there was a
pretty good crowd of men in leather leaning along the walls opposite the
viewing booths or slowly cruising the halls. I took up a position where I
could observe the cliental. My eyes were drawn to a really hot black guy in
full leathers with a beautiful pair of black harness boots. As he slowly
strutted his stuff I stared at his magnificent boots. Shit, I wanted to go
down on them right then and there. As he clomped his way past on his next
round I tried to make eye contact….. our eyes locked, but he gave no
reaction. Strike one!

Next I saw a young white kid wearing an old army jacket, camouflage pants
and a 30 hole pair of shiny Doc's. The guy was a really hot looking
skinhead with a zero crop. He put on a tough looking face as he walked past
us older guys. As I saw his boots gleaming in the low light I felt my cock
begin to harden. Fuck! I would just die to get into a booth with that
skinhead, fall face down in front of his boots and begin licking that
glossy leather. Once again I tried to make eye contact. The skin just
stared intently right back at me and kept walking. Strike two!

There were lots of exciting boots in the Ram that night and I really lusted
after the ones that were "my type": engineers, DM's, 20 Rangers, black
combat boots and harness boots. It was a fucking parade of hot men wearing
hot boots, but so far they all seemed out of reach.

After 45 minutes of watching and walking a bit, I noticed a new dude come
through the turnstile and into the room. He was more my age and build. I
would have preferred a younger guy, but in these situations you take what
you can get! I sized him up fairly quickly: leather officer's hat, a tight
fitting black leather jacket with a police force patch on one arm, leather
pants that creaked provocatively as he walked and a beautiful pair of
Chippewa high shine engineer boots that had been recently polished.

As I stared at those shiny boots my cock came to full attention. If only I
could service those boots and the cock hiding behind the bulge in those
leather pants! The hot guy passed slowly allowing me to get a good look. He
went on down the hall and then started coming back. As he got closer I
looked into his face. As he passed I saw a slight smile appear on his lips
and then I saw a small nod of his head. He walked on to a booth and went
inside. He didn't lock the door. I waited a few seconds and then followed
him into the booth.

When I got inside he was standing there waiting. He didn't say a word, just
pointed with a leather gloved hand at his boots. I dropped to my knees and
hungrily began running my tongue over the glossy leather. I was excited
beyond words. I finished the toe of the right boot and was moving my mouth
over to the left boot, when I felt the left boot kick my face gently. A
deep voice said: "Finish the right boot first, boy. I want to see that
leather shine from your tongue's spit shine." I eagerly worked my way up
the shiny shaft of that boot. My tongue was in ecstasy as it moved over the
folds of the leather where the boot had to bend to fit his leg. I gently
polished the buckle and nibbled on the end of the strap as I gave that part
of the boot special attention.

When it was time to work on the left boot the big bootman sat down on the
shelf, stretching his left leg out so I could fully service his boot. As I
licked that boot intently I thought my cock would explode inside my
levis….. there's nothing like groveling at the boots of a powerful man
and inhaling the smell of warm leather! After gently sucking on the steel
toe, I slid my tongue up the shiny shafts: what a sensation: taste, smell,
feel and sight of hot leather.

As my tongue lingered at the top of the left boot the deep voice said: "OK
now start licking your way up my leather pants to my crotch and then see if
your tongue can find my cock." I quickly realized that once I sucked him
off, he would be gone, so as I meekly looked up into his face I asked:
"Please sir, before I give you the best damn suck you've ever had, would
you mind rubbing my crotch with the toe of your boot…. and maybe, sir,
you could give my balls a few light kicks?"

As soon as I finished my question I saw a wicked grin sweep across his face
and then he said: "OK boy, just move your knees apart so I can get my boot
up on your crotch." As I had been kneeling to lick his boots it was an easy
movement to spread my knees. The next thing I knew there was a black
high-shine Chippewa engineer boot pressing urgently in my crotch. The
powerful boot moved around like it knew just what it was looking for. It
didn't take long for the boot to find my rock hard cock which it started to
rub. As the man rubbed he increased the pressure on my dick which made me
begin to moan in pleasure. The dude must have sensed that I was going to
cum, because without notice he drew back his boot and gave me a firm but
strong kick in the balls. I let out a gasp: "Oh fuck!" The kick was not so
hard that I doubled over, it was just such a surprise. Before I knew it the
boot drew back again and this time kicked my balls with such force that it
took my breath away. I doubled over in extreme pain trying not to cry out.

As I lay slumped over on the floor cradling my balls with my hand, the
bootman took out a cigarette and calmly lit up. As he took a few puffs, he
watched me slowly recover as the pain began to easy. When it looked like I
was over the worst of it he said: "Now what you really want is to get off
on my boots, isn't it?" "Yes sir!" I replied. "Then why not let me rub your
cock again with my boot and when you think you are going to cum, pull down
your pants and hump that boot of mine. When your finished, then you can
lick up every last drop of your spunk. I want to see that boot really shine
after you have fully serviced it."

I couldn't believe my ears: he was offering me a bootlicker's dream. I
cautiously got up on my knees and spread my legs again. I didn't know
whether to expect another powerful kick to the balls or a gentle rub on my
cock. Fortunately he kept his word and soon my limp cock began to get hard
again. Although my balls still ached from the kicks, the sight and feel of
that shiny boot on my dick made all the pain worth it. Soon I could feel
myself wanting to shoot so I said: "I'm ready to cum," and stood up to pull
down my pants. As I did this the man crossed his right leg on top of his
left and said: "OK boy, mount that boot and give it a good fucking." As I
slid my engorged shaft up and down the glossy leather it was not long until
my cock exploded. As I slid up and down the boot, my stomach spread the cum
over the shaft of the boot. When I knew the pleasure of the moment was
fully passed, I slid off the boot and began licking my cum off his powerful
boot.  Somehow it was sweeter than when I licked cum off my own
boots. Maybe it was the aroma of the warm leather mixed with the hot
fuck. I licked that boot until it was as shiny as new.

Then it was time for me to give my booted god that blow job I promised. I
sure as hell hoped I had not over rated my ability to satisfy him.

The End