Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2010 10:53:55 -0800 (PST)
From: John Brant <wellington1962now@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boxing Day Boot Bash    Gay Authoritarian, Encounters

Note for you Yanks: Boxing Day is a British Holiday (also celebrated in the
Commonwealth -- including Canada) that follows Christmas. It is very useful
when Christmas falls on Mondays to Thursdays, as it gives blokes a day to
get over their hangovers.

Boxing Day Boot Blast

Nigel was an older gay skinhead with a serious boot fetish. He wouldn't
consider himself old, but at 50 he had been around a lot longer than the
average 25 year old skin.  After a dull Christmas and a boring Boxing Day,
Nigel decided to take the tube to a gay skin bar on the other side of
London on Boxing Day night to see if he could get some boot action.

When he entered the pub he noticed that the crowd was a bit thin, but
enough lads were there to make it interesting.  He got his pint and headed
to the back room.  It was pretty dark in the room but as his eyes got used
to the limited light he could see quite a few skins taking advantage of the
atmosphere.  He passed one side room where there was a sling, but it was
occupied by a young skin who was being fucked by his mate. The next room
seemed empty, so he leaned up against the wall and waited to see what would
happen.

After a couple of minutes a 35 year old man moved into the dimly lit
room. He was wearing black 30 hole Rangers, camo pants and a leather
jacket.  He slowly approached Nigel. He leaned up against the wall next to
Nigel, but said nothing.  After a few minutes he said: "What kind of action
you looking for, mate?"

Nigel replied: "I like rough boot action. You think you can deliver?"

The reply came back: "No problem, mate. I've got steel toed Rangers that
have kicked the shit out of lots of fuckers."

To that Nigel said: "Well, I've got balls of steel that can handle most
every boot I've met."  Fortunately Nigel had put on his rubber cock ring
before coming, so his balls were not hanging loose.  "Maybe you'd better
get my cock out of the way by rubbing it with the toe of your boot. When
it's hard, my balls will be in position."  With that Nigel dropped to his
knees and the other skin moved out in front of him.

Slowly he began rubbing his powerful Rangers against Nigel's crotch.  He
could feel with his boot that Nigel had a rather large package.  As he
rubbed he began to feel the cock get hard.  Nigel's balls also began to
fill out and tighten up as his balls began to pump seamen into his tubes in
preparation for jacking off or a good fuck.  When the man felt things were
"ripe" for kicking, he hauled back his right boot and kicked Nigel right in
the centre of his crotch.  Unfortunately his shot was a little high and his
boot landed more on his cock than balls.  Nigel laughed: "You call that a
kick? I've felt harder ones from a teenager."

"Shut up, Dad," the man replied. "I was just warming up."  With that he
resumed rubbing Nigel's crotch which really made him feel good.  This time
the man measured more accurately where those balls were being held in place
by that rubber cock ring stretcher.  This time he held nothing back. He
pulled his size 12 (American size 13) Ranger boot back and kicked like he
was attempting a rugby goal. His boot caught Nigel's balls right on this
time.

All of a sudden Nigel saw a flash of light before his eyes and then
terrible pain shot through his groin and into his stomach. That boot was so
powerful it took his breath away. He let out a gasp: "Shit! SHIT!  Oh,
fucking SHIT."  Then he collapsed on the floor in front of the skin's
powerful 30 hole Ranger boots where he lay moaning.

Nigel had seen a lot of extreme boot action, but this was the most powerful
kick he had ever felt.  As he lay there moaning, he began to feel the warm
glow that follows such an exciting encounter.  When he opened his eyes he
saw those powerful black Rangers right in front of him.  Although he was in
real pain he pulled himself closer to those huge black boots and began to
lick those Rangers which had given him exactly what he wanted for Boxing
Day.  As he began to lick the thick black leather toe cap he felt the other
boot descend on his head and press his tongue closer to the powerful boot,
encouraging him to lick that boot like he really meant it.