Boot Service and More

Boot Service and More – Chapter 12

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When I went to work the next day, I told Bubba about what happened. Like always, he was absentmindedly rubbing his cock and balls while I was telling him the story. He did have one big mound in his pants – looked like his jeans fly might split.

I gave him the news of my plans, "Next Thursday is July 4th so we have that as a paid holiday, and since the boss will pay us not to come to work drunk on Friday too, we actually have a four day weekend. With the bike ride in the morning and the motorcycle club's cookout at noon, I was thinking you could come over to the trailer in the afternoon and meet my boot licker."

"Really!?! You up for sharing your boot licker with me?" Bubba asked.

Me: "Yep, I asked him and he said that it was okay."

Bubba: "Does he take it up the butt? I haven't fucked a hole in months. Hell, I would fuck a knot hole if I could find one large enough."

Me: "There are lots of knot holes that could handle your pencil dick. Ha Ha"

Bubba: "I ain't got no pencil dick and next week I will be showing you!"

Me: "Don't make me lose my breakfast thinking of your dick. And you are fuckin' married with three kinds. What do you mean that you don't get to fuck?"

Bubba: "She won't let me fuck her because it hurts."

Me: "Pencil dicks do that."

Bubba: "Fuckin' asshole. She makes me use a rubber and the rubber dries out."

Me: "You are married! Why are you using a rubber?"

Bubba: "That was the third kid in five years and she doesn't want another one – and I ain't arguin'! At first, she was back on the pill but got worried that it won't work. So, I had to wear a rubber too. Now she is just tired of the rubber so I have to get a vasectomy. Until I am shooting blanks, I can't touch her."

Me: "So get your tubes snipped. Its not like they are gonna cut off your balls."

Bubba: "I know. I just am nervous about having a man anywhere near my nuts."

Me: "But you want the boot licker suckin' and slobberin' all over your junk? You are fucked up, buddy."

Bubba: "Nope! I'm not fucked up. That's the problem!"

We both laugh.

Bubba: "Contact your boot licker and ask him if he takes it up the butt."

Me: "I will next week when we confirm the times. I want him drooling for dick on Wednesday night and not canceling out because you want a hole to poke."

Bubba: "Whatever! I just hope I can fuck some ass – never did a guy's ass before."

So, the weekend came and went, and I was at home on the deck sweating my balls off when I got the email from Boot Boy. I told him that he would be serving me and Bubba and should wear something that can get dirty, like a t-shirt and jeans. After Boot Boy confirmed, I asked him if he was willing to get fucked in the ass.

"Dear Booted Sir, it would be an honor to receive your phallus or your friend's inside of me. Your Boot Boy."

It took me a minute to figure out what a phallus was, but once again I am surprised how easy all of this stuff is with Boot Boy. (ED. For simplicity, I will use bB for Boot Boy.)

I texted Bubba and said that he should come to my single wide after the cookout. He responded back and asked if "everything" was set up. I answered that "everything" was all okay.

On Thursday morning, I dressed for the motorcycle ride: engineer boots, old tight wranglers, chaps, and vest. I wore a bike helmet, but no underwear. It was tough to keep my dick from showing hard all morning. Bubba had the same idea for biking duds but his jeans were packed full in ways that I wasn't able to compete with.

We all had a nice motorcycle ride to a state park about 2 hours away. Some of the guys and their wives had set up the cookout there. For the next hour or so while we ate and shot the shit with the other folks, Bubba kept pawing at his jeans like a horny teenager. Bubba and I rode back with the pack to Edison County, but when we were near Edisonville, we waved goodbye to the rest of the guys and drove our bikes over to my trailer.

I noticed it was about 3:30 and I was worried that BB wouldn't be there. I had guessed that we would be at my single wide at 3:00 so I might have fucked up. Bubba and I drove up the long driveway and there was BB's fancy imported car. Had he been there since 3:00? And he probably got there before 3:00 so he had one long wait for Bubba and my lazy asses.

Bubba and I parked our bikes next to the deck stairs and he gave a big whoop as he got off his motorcycle. I gave him a signal to chill out as we took off our helmets and left them on our bike seats. As we walked onto the deck, the first thing I noticed was BB lying flat on his face in the sitting area of the deck. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt (not that it would be white for long) and a pair of jeans. They looked like regular Levis which surprised me that he would have those and that they had faded like they had actually been worn some. BB surprisingly was barefooted.

The next thing that I noticed was there two Yeti camping chairs next to his prone body with a big ass Yeti cooler too. Each chair had cup holders on them with about a half dozen cigars in them. I don't remember asking him for extra cigars, but what the heck! I'm sure the cooler was filled with beer too so that we won't have to move much. The hi-res TV was turned on to a baseball game. Heck there was even a new small side table with a lighter and ashtray on it plus two $100 bills. I bet there was $2,000 plus worth of new gear on the deck today.

Bubba took in all of the scene and turned to me and just mouthed, "WTF!" I shrugged and mouthed, "Yep." Bubba was ready to go by the way he was rubbing his fly – god, he could not keep his hands off his own junk.

Bubba walked over to BB and placed his left boot about four inches from BB's face. With his right boot, Bubba nudged BB's face on its side so that the left boot was completely in view. Bubba opened up his fly, and actually when the zipper was tugged just a little, the zipper just popped down on the stress behind it. Bubba wasn't full of shit because out sprung, a semi-hard uncut cock. And this half hard dick was the size of a beer can but longer, about 7.5 inches long or longer. I was never sure if he was all meat or all potatoes, but two furry huge nuts spilled out as well. Bubba wasn't lackin' in what he was packing'.

Bubba, with some difficulty, pushed his cock down and just let loose with a horse piss. The first piss hit the side of BB's face and then Bubba just moved the stream over to his own left boot where the piss splattered off the boot toe onto BB's face. Some of the piss was running down Bubba chaps as well.

Bubba half tucked his dick and balls back into his jeans and chaps, pulled one of the new chairs over, and sat his ass down. He didn't even look at BB because he was too busy looking through the cigar selection, and just said out loud, "Why ain't my boot being cleaned off? Now!"

I laughed to myself and opened up the new cooler and pulled out a couple of beers. I handed one to Bubba.

BB lifted of the deck in an flash and started licking away on Bubba's worn out engineer boots. I thought I treated my boots bad, but Bubba's probably had never seen polish since they were made. The licking followed the normal routine – around the top of the sole and then the toe. Conveniently, Bubba and tucked his chaps into the top of the boots so BB was able to lick all over the uppers of the left boot. Just as the boot was well cleaned, I handed another beer to Bubba. He took the beer and gave it a couple of hard shakes. He opened up the beer and showered his right leg and boot with beer fizz.

"I spilled some beer on my boot. Clean it!" once again Bubba announced to anyone who could hear it. BB slide over to the right boot and started his licking chores with gusto.

As BB licked, Bubba raised his boot off the deck so that the sole of the boot could be cleaned. BB even rolled onto his back and gently took the boot into his hands so he could lick the bottom of the sole. Bubba just raised up his boot and helped by placing it on top of BB's face. The boot completely covered his face and Bubba just let his leg relax so that nearly all of his leg weight was resting on BB's face. His tongue was drilling in the worn-out grooves of the sole and his throat was moaning while he did it.

Bubba was getting a little onery and let more of his leg weight drop onto BB's face. His nose was getting squashed pretty hard. After there was some snorting due to the lack of air, Bubba released BB's face and placed his right boot back onto the deck so that the rest of the beer could be cleaned off. Pretty soon, all of the beer splatter was gone.

"I'm tired of this Boot Licker lookin' at me. He ain't earned that privilege. Wrap that bandana around his fuckin' face." Bubba said while looking at me with a wink. I took the sweaty handkerchief from my forehead and wrapped it around BB's eyes. I hadn't wringed it out so my sweat was running into his eyes and down his nose. I think he could smell and taste my sweat.

With that done, I told BB to lick my boots and he took to the task like a trooper. Bubba handed out more beers and while he was standing opening the beer, he fished out his cock and started pissing all over BBs feet and worked the spray up his legs, just weaving back and forth. I took the hint and pulled out my dick as well and let loose with a spray of really strong piss. I had been sweating a lot so it had taken a lot of beer between the cookout and the deck to get a full tank. I started by spraying BBs face and mouth on my boot and then let the rest spray over his head and back. That nice clean white t-shirt turned into a yellowish wet mess.

BB kept up his cleaning until both of my boots were well licked. While he was finishing on my boots, Bubba and I just sat back watching TV, chatting, smoking, and of course drinking beer. We had put away a lot of beer by this point. I decided that BB should serve us a little different for a while. I had Bubba move the little table out of the way, and ordered BB to kneel between us. Bubba got the idea of raising his arm over his head and just turn BB's head to the furry pit. Given Bubba's never ending body hair, you really couldn't tell the difference between his pit hair and body hair. BB could smell the ripe pit, and started taking deep sniffs trying not to be obvious about taking deep sniffs. Bubba just leaned closer and let the wet pit hairs tickle his nose. BB almost sneezed which make me nearly laugh.

Bubba reached over and pulled BB into the pit and let him enjoy the stink of a blue-collar working man who was sweated up from a good motorcycle ride. BB sniffed and licked up his pit. Bubba nodded at me and I grabbed the boot lickers head and turned him to my arm pit. I didn't let him just lick my pit, I used his face and tongue like a wash cloth and wiped his face all over my sweaty skin.

I released his head and Bubba told BB to open his mouth which BB did and into his mouth went the rim of the ashtray. I guess Bubba wanted us to have a more appropriate place to drop our cigar ashes. With his eyes blindfolded and wrapped with the bandana, the smoke from the cigars resting in the ashtray didn't burn his eyes, but it was impossible to keep the smoke out of his mouth or nose depending on where BB inhaled.

We let BB be our ashtray holding side table for about 15 minutes until his mouth started to tremble from holding the ashtray for that long. I took it out of his mouth and told him to lick Bubba's leg from the boot to the hip and then do mine.

BB just moaned into licking up Bubba's boot heal, over the boot uppers, up the chaps' leather to the knee, and finally to the hip where the chaps meet the jeans. He then did the same leather cleaning on my boot and chaps. I directed BB to do the same on the inseam of Bubba, but Bubba said don't lick his balls or cock (he was getting too worked up I think).

BB started a slow lick from the boot heal to Bubba's crotch which drove Bubba crazy. When BB started doing the same thing on me, Bubba got up and got us beers and went into my trailer for some reason. When Bubba returned, I saw that he had a half stick of butter in his hand for some reason.

Bubba told BB to get on all fours, and from his belt, Bubba pulled out his knife. I asked Bubba WTF, and he said just making a slit in these jeans. With that, Bubba made a cut in BB's jeans along the seam of his butt. With a quick yank, Bubba opened up the jeans to see BB's crack. Next the stick of butter was unwrapped and pushed into BB's asshole.

Again, I asked, "What the hell are ya doing?"

"My cock ain't gonna fit in this ass without something slick in it." Bubba said while pushing his fat calloused finger into BB's ass.

BB just moaned into my crotch which was getting the full cleaning treatment. BB was licking and sucking the sweat that had accumulated in my jeans from the motorcycle ride and just because today is extra hot and humid.

I opened up my jeans' fly and let my cock and balls air out and then directed BB's mouth on to my junk. Bubba kept up his fingering to open up that ass and I just held BB's face and directed my cock into his mouth.

"I think you should take this ass for a ride before me. It is just too tight for me to drill." Bubba matter-of-factly said.

"Huh?"

"Spin around and take your first cock of the day," Bubba said while slapping BB on the butt. BB pulled off my cock and spun around with his winking butter coated hole looking at me. I just knelt down and was drawn to the slippery hole in front of me. I could actually see the butter bubbling out of the hole.

I pushed my hard dick down and leaned forward until my cock head was pushing against the pucker. With slight pressure, I just sank into BB's ass literally like a steel blade into soft butter. I didn't stop until my balls were pressed up against his jeans covered crotch. I moaned. Bubba moaned. BB moaned and stared at the Bubba's pre-cum dripping uncut cock just a few inches in front of his face.

Even I could smell the ripe scent of Bubba's junk. Being as furry as he was, he worked up a stink, but none of us were complaining. I grabbed BB's waist band and just started a nice push and pull into his ass. I have fucked a lot of pussy but never an ass and never thought I would be fucking the muscled ass of a man who licked my boots.

"Why don't you just keep fuckin' until you drop a load in that ass." Bubba said as an easy challenge. I didn't acknowledge the suggestion, but just kept my push and pull going until my motion became irratic. BB's ass was starting to grab onto my cock on each withdrawal which helped me on my stroke in. I never guessed that there would be sensations all along the length of my cock as I fucked. This butter slicked hole was smooth and felt like he was jacking me off with his insides.

After another few minutes of drilling, I was ready to jizz his ass. I shouted out some profanities and let loose with a big load of baby batter. My body started shaking from the top of my head to my boots which made little drops of sweat flinging off of me. I held onto BB's jeans waist band so that I didn't shake myself out of the gripping asshole.

Bubba gave me a minute or so to calm down and then said, "Get your stinking cock out of his hole, I need to fuck!" I pulled out, BB spun around, and Bubba pulled his cock and balls fully out of his jean fly.

With his dick and nuts throbbing red against the leather of this chaps, Bubba pushed his precum dripping cock down toward the ass winking at him. BB's ass was very slicked up with butter and even a drop or two of my cum was seeping out. Bubba placed his `skin covered cock head against that pucker hole and pushed. That tight ass ring pushed Bubba's foreskin down his shaft while the fat cock head sunk into the slippery hole. This time Bubba and BB were moaning together.

I scooted around to Bubba's side and just watched him sink in until his balls were squished up against BB's jeans covered balls. I was shaking the cum and sweat drops off my cock while Bubba was working on a new layer of sweat from his ass plowing.

Bubba had a nice slow rhythm going on with no hurry to his fucking. I was just amazed that an ass could stretch enough to let Bubba's big uncut cock slide in and out with almost no resistance. Bubba would pull out far enough that his extra skin would bunch up near the ridges of his cock head and then smooth out as his shaft sunk back into the hole. I think I could even see some of my cum drops on the length of Bubba's dick. I have never fucked a pussy after another man had cum in it and I have no idea if this is first for Bubba or not.

I thought for sure that Bubba would have a hair trigger given how horned up he has been all day (and the last several weeks), but he had some unexpected staying power. Bubba kept up the plowing for another 10-15 minutes until he started pulling his dick completely out of BB and driving in until balls started to get covered in sweat, butter, and my cum that was pushed out of BB's ass. BB's ass was just a gaping hole that didn't shut when the cock left it.

With an unpredicted roar, Bubba obviously having a big cum in BB's milking ass. Bubba nearly stood up and likewise, lifted BB off the deck with his gripping hands and rock-hard drilling dick. After several minutes and shaking and groaning, both of them relaxed back done onto the deck.

Bubba pulled out and a big wad of cum just followed his dick head and splatted onto the deck. He lifted himself up and dropped himself back into the Yeti chair. I did the same.

"Cum dump, get us some beers!" Bubba barked in a good-natured way.

BB crawled over to the cooler and fetched us beers and after we took the beers, BB just sprawled himself out on the deck to rest his knees and elbows. We all took a good long rest after such intense cumming.

Bubba was the first to talk, "Ain't had my ass ate." Bubba was nothing less than direct.

BB took it upon himself to respond, "Perhaps Sir, you can take off your jeans, but put your chaps back on. I could properly serve you."

Bubba looked at me and we both said together, "Okay."

While BB laid sprawled out on the deck, Bubba and I took off our chaps and jeans and then pulled the chaps back on. I pulled out the rim chair and Bubba took a sit in it.

"Crawl over here under this stupid chair," Bubba instructed BB. It took a little time for BB to crawl over to the rim chair given that he was still blindfolded.

BB pulled his head under the chair and stopped with his mouth under Bubba's low hanging hairy balls. The rest of BB's body was laying in front of Bubba which meant there was piss-soaked shirt and Levis on which he could rest his boots. By raising up his legs to place his boots on BB's chest, Bubba's ass was pushed down lower toward BB's face. The licking tongue moved from the balls to the taint and then to Bubba's sweaty asshole.

Bubba had never had his ass eaten and having a tongue drill into his butt hole was something that he had never imagined happening. Either way, Bubba let out a moan and just sat there enjoying this new sensation.

BB was enjoying licking the sweat from this motorcycling riding ass framed by sweat soaked chaps. His tongue moved from drilling into Bubba's ass and then licking all over the limited exposed skin.

After about 20 minutes, Bubba had another hard dick sticking up out of his chaps crotch. The precum was bubbling up out of the foreskin lips. With a couple of tugs, Bubba slide the rim chair back so that his balls were dangling over BB's mouth.

"Get up here and suck the cum out of my dick, ass wipe." Bubba told BB. BB crawled up off the floor and slide his mouth and throat down over Bubba's cock which pushed him over the edge.

Bubba fired several shots of cum into BB's throat and then the last couple just on the back of his tongue. This was the second Bubba load that was placed directly inside of BB.

After they calmed down, Bubba moved back to a regular chair.

"Get your face under the rim chair and I'll sit my ass on your face when I am ready," I instructed BB. He complied and when I needed my next beer, I decided that that I should sit on the rim chair now.

I dropped my chaps-framed ass onto BB's face and felt his tongue drive up into my hairy sweaty hole. This was going to be nice and I settled in with my beer and cigar so that my ass could be treated really good. Once again, I didn't last as long as Bubba and was ready to shoot another load after about 15 minutes. I wanted to watch my load shoot into his mouth. I pushed the rim chair off of his face and told him to open his mouth. With a couple of strokes, my cum shot up in the air and rained down over and into BB's mouth. Even Bubba gave me a good job compliment. I moved back to the camp chair.

BB laid prone on the floor and Bubba and I just sat back drinking more beer and smoking more cigars. At this point, about every 15 minutes now, Bubba and I would stand up and stumble over to BB and let loose a spray of piss, sometimes on his face or in his mouth and other times all over his body. He was starting to smell like a rest stop urinal by now and none of us really cared.

We finally stripped off our leathers but left our boots on. Bubba and I took some turns sitting on the rim chair to relax and even had BB lick our legs and pits some more.

It had gotten dark and Bubba and I had drunk all that we could hold so I told BB to get the hell out of here. BB flipped onto his stomach, slipped off his blindfold and started crawling to the deck stairs.

"You free Saturday afternoon about 5 o'clock until whenever?" Bubba asked BB.

"Yes Sir, I am free." BB answered.

"Be here at 5," Bubba instructed.

"What the hell Bubba?" I asked.

"I got someone to payback and I think this ass licker will hit all of the right spots." Bubba informed me.

WTF.