Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 17:13:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Bruce Nathan <jo247cum@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Extreme Games Chapter 2

WARNING: If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex, this
story is not for you. Stop reading now. If under the laws of your locality
this type of activity is proscribed, stop reading now. If you are under the
age of 18 (or whatever is the age of consent in your jurisdiction), stop
reading now. Anyone not falling into one of the above categories,
enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one
living or dead is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual
experiences in my own life is my business.

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Gay Extreme Games 2 - Nathriwat Pathiwon

Nathriwat Pathiwon couldn't believe his luck. It was simply too good to be
true. A boot lover for as long as he could differentiate between boots and
shoes, Pathiwon thrived on the sight and taste of boots. At 10 years old,
he had already developed a fetish for boots and sneakers worn by real men.

In school, he joined the basketball team so that he could get to the jocks'
sneakers. Although they were usually just canvas sneakers, the lingering
sweat smell was heavenly. He would frequently spirit his favorite hunk's
pair of high top Converse All Stars for a quick sniff in a toilet
cubicle. Thank god for the wall separating the showers and the changing
area. He was almost caught on many occasions but he was often resourceful
enough to know that the minute someone stopped joking, or if the laughter
stopped, it's time to return his spirited prized possessions.

The owner never knew but Pathiwon's favorite hunk was three years his
senior. He is Supawat Thiduneng. When Supawat left, Pathiwon tried to
change a target but his taste in canvas sneakers had somewhat waned. The
introduction of the professional basketball sneakers heralded in a new
dimension of smells and feel for Pathiwon. Seeing the Globetrotters in
action in their new gear stirred Pathiwon in the groin. He never knew
whether it was the basketball players or their sneakers that turned them
on. Somehow, he felt he had to move on.

Pathiwon then joined the school boxing team. His size and physical make-up
was good for the lighter weight classes but Pathiwon was not in for the
sport. He did not wish to be repeatedly hit in the head by his
opponent. Nonetheless, he went through the training paces faithfully and
wholeheartedly. At least, it helped in building him up a little and equip
him with some self-defence skills. The ultra high top boxing shoes were his
chief interest then.

Pathiwon was lucky. As many of the boxers do not bring their shoes home
after practice, he was usually spoilt for choice. One of his favorites
boots was a pair of 10 inch 15 holed size 10 black leather boxing shoes
worn by the school's only heavyweight boxer, Chan Thuboi. Chan's boots were
often damp after practice and for some unexplained reason, there were often
white streaks on the outer surface of the boot tops.

One day after practice, Pathiwon volunteered to stay back to clear up the
gym. He made short work of the rearrangement of stuff and quickly retreated
to the shoe lockers. He quickly found Chan's bots. He stroked his then
10-inch dick to its full masted glory and placed Chan's boots over it. The
wide shaft made his dick seem thin but Pathiwon could feel the sole of the
boots with his dick. It felt wet and cool. He wrapped his left hand around
the supple boots and grabbed his dick with it. He began a rhythmic
up-and-down stroking. Meanwhile, his right hand reached the other boot,
which he raised to his nose and inhaled deeply. The man-smell was
overpowering. He stuck out his tongue and licked the surface lightly. He
liked what he tasted. He was especially fond of the complex tasting white
streaks on the surface.

He had imagined that Chan sweated nectar onto his boots. As he thought, he
started stroking more and more furiously at his cock. Suddenly, he heard
approaching footsteps. He saw his trainer approaching but he had reached
the point of no return. He cummed into Chan's boot and at the same time, he
dropped the boot in his right hand. There was a look of shock on his face.

The trainer looked at him and smiled. "You do love boots, huh." Trainer
Tran said.

"My, look at those wet marks over the white streaks. You are a cum-bag you
know that? Those are my dried cum." Tran continued.

Pathiwon did not feel any sense of disgust even though he had licked off
the trainer's dried cum. In fact, he was rather excited by the
taste. Chan's inner sole was entirely covered by Pathiwon's huge cum
discharge just now. He removed the boot and Tran took it to his nose and
inhaled. "Not bad at all!" He exclaimed. Tran then swiped his finger at the
cum and tasted. "Best juice ever."

Pathiwon's secret was safe with Tran. They even had weekly sharing sessions
with those boots. None of the boxers were aware of what was
happening. Pathiwon graduated from high school two years later and went on
to University, where he earned his honors degree in Economics. Upon his
high school graduation, Tran invited to train under him and join the
underground circuit of gay fighting. "It will pay for the fees." Tran said,
ignorant of the fact that Pathiwon actually needed no such money.

But Tran was right. Pathiwon had good sense of coordination and was well
conditioned. Modified from classical Thai Boxing, freestyle and Greco
Norman Wrestling, free sparring was almost devoid of rules. It was an
anything goes (under the belt even; though honor frequently discouraged men
from doing that to each other during fights), no holds barred style of
fighting. You may wear boxing gloves if you wish, boots if you wish, head
protection if you wish and so on. So long as the equipment on you satisfies
the set of rules and regulations set down by WWF and WCW, you're in
business.

Pathiwon often made short work of his opponents, never resorting to any
illegal moves. But Pathiwon always had a condition for fighting. If his
opponent lost the match, he must give Pathiwon his boots and two condoms
filled with a cum shot each. He often coated the boots with the cum and
kept them once they dried. He does not lick them but he savors the smell of
each man as he jacks off. From 18 years old till now (25 years old),
Pathiwon fought in 300 matches and has won a total of 244 pairs of boots
(50 matches did not involve boots but he won them all anyway). Those that
are not his size are often "consumed", cleaned upon, and then given away to
budding boxers. Those that are in his size, he would keep them for his
fetish.

In high school, Pathiwon would sneak into construction workers' quarters
whenever possible. There, he could get some boots if he were in luck. He
was frequently caught, as his luscious hair covered head was a dead
giveaway in an area where hard hats were compulsory. Smelling those stinky
shafts was gorgeous but he had to resist the urge to lick them - these
boots were often crusted with thick layers of mud and cement. He jerked off
many a time into his briefs during these clandestine visits. Even now, he
would sneak in with his hard hat and all and pull on some boots, if it is
only for the joy of wearing another man's boots.

Since time immemorial, man and boots were one and the same for Pathiwon. It
did not matter anymore. No woman in any boots, not even men's boots, would
get any interest or attention from him. He now could look at the boot, the
face and then decide on the course of action.

Pathiwon found a job as an Immigration Officer with the Thailand Airports
Authority upon graduation. He kept his fetish and inclination the best kept
secret in his life. Many a day, he would be jacking off his most intimate
fantasies about some of his booted colleagues in the secrecy of the
employees' toilets. No one actually knew about that. No one must know, or
his job would be in jeopardy. He bought himself several pairs of boots,
which he rotated and wore for work. The cowboys made him look out-of-place
with its pointed fronts. The side-zippers made him look old and stiff. The
local produced boots never had the air of sophistication. His favorites
were the American work boots (but are ironically mostly made in China).

His first pair Caterpillars was a joy to wear. The thick cushions and the
way it breaks in and moulds perfectly to his feet were unparalled. He then
stuck on to Cats, having worked through the soles of almost 6 pairs of
boots. He wore them almost round-the-clock each day. The heavy duty walking
around the massive airport and its surrounding areas also took their
toll. The Bangkok traffic and his heavy motor biking also led to shorter
boot lifespan but he simply loved getting new boots.

Hardworking and motivated, Pathiwon was quickly promoted to section
supervisor in 2 years and now, he had just been promoted to assistant
operations manager for the customs and excise department in the airport.

Right after his first promotion, his counter work was reduced but he had to
do rounds each day in the airport. He has "helped" many a tourist in
"distress" but it had been really distressing for him as well. Most of them
were more interested to make him suck their cock than to actually share his
passion for boots and reciprocal love. His best experience then was at best
a blowjob returned.

It was all to clear and evident that getting a life-partner through such
short-term trysts was unlikely. Pathiwon was careful to use a condom each
BJ and he restricted his ministrations to the stranger to only such. He
allowed reciprocal BJs and would plough the guy's ass if he wanted it but
it was also with a condom. He would never forget that hairy Indian ass that
he took (he wore a pair of flavorsome 6 inch side-zippers) that made him
feel as though there were ants crawling on his thigh and groin areas the
whole day. The Hong Konger with a pair of 10 inch German Army Boots was
also interesting. He had the smallest but thickest stub of a dick
ever. There was this foul-mouthed Australian who, wearing Aussie cowboy
fakies, cummed so much that it filled almost a quarter of the condom. The
Australian guy removed the condom and then dropped the entire thing into
his boots, spilling the contents entirely.

There were many others, but none of them were memorable. At least not for
the correct reasons.

His promotion to assistant manager came about a month before Bruce's
visit. He was entirely relieved from his desk-bound job and now, his
primary duty was to cover "some aspects of airport security, some aspects
of passenger management, some aspects of information and enquiries, some
aspects of airport management". Hell, that was a mouthful. At least, that
was how he felt when the deputy director of operations briefed
him. Nonetheless, he was not going to argue with the 100% increase in
salary and a 21-day increase to 35 days of annual vacation.

He sent in his leave form immediately upon his promotion for a 21-day
break. He would be visiting Chiang Mai, so he said. What he did not say was
that he was off to take part in the Gay Extreme Games in Chiang Mai, which
would last for about 15 days. He would take another 7 days to recover from
his possible injuries before coming back to work. He had sent in the forms
since 6 months ago and his acceptance was sent to him some 3 months'
back. He had been fidgeting about how to get enough days for the event. Now
his problems are over.

Being the low season for tourism, his boss approved his leave without even
a blink. Good, now it's done!

Meeting Bruce must have been the best thing that has come true for Pathiwon
this year. The passionate love for boots and the passionate love making
session, although it was only BJs and masturbations, augured well for the
relationship. Bruce will be returning to Bangkok in 24 days and that should
give me a well-enough head start to wait for him.

He had never been so satisfied before. He knew he had found the right guy
when the first thing the guy looked on him was his boots, his crotch, and
then at him. He caught Bruce at once but Bruce had not noticed. He placed
himself prominently to catch Bruce's attention. It worked. The session in
the room had made him complete. This was the first time Pathiwon had made
love with someone without a condom. It was an act without remorse, without
abandonment. The exchange of bodily fluids was an initiation ritual and
bound the two souls as one. The exchange of boots, the right to each
other's body.

Pathiwon replayed each scene in the room in his mind over and over
again. He saw Bruce off at the gate and he went home and prepped himself
for the long ride up north the next day.

"Hopefully, I do win something. The 1 million baht winner's check would be
nice but it's going to be tough, with those 'white ghosts' (Caucasians)
competing. But if I give up now, there is no chance for anything at all."
Pathiwon thought, as he proceeded to get some sleep.

He tossed slightly at first, unsure if the relationship might work up but
soon fell asleep due to his exhausting day.

The next morning, Pathiwon got up just before his alarm clock went off. He
took a good bath and did the usual pre-fight ritual in front of the Buddha
image. He put on his biking leathers and wore his Alpinestars Tech 8. After
checking and confirming that all his belongings are in order, he proceeded
to ride up to Chiang Mai on his trusty Honda 400 cc. One thought that
lingered on his mind was "What if I see Bruce? What am I to say?"



TO BE CONTINUED
(Gay Extreme Games 3 - Nicholas Grant)


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