Boot Service and More – Chapter 17
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Needless to say, Bubba and I were worn out after Friday night's escapades, but we made it to the Saturday night poker game. Jimmy and Danny were there, and I really wanted to tell them about what we did with Boot Boy on Friday night, but I didn't want to say anything in front of the other guys. That was my plan.
When I came back from having a piss, Bubba had the whole table laughing which made me smile too, until I heard him say, "Don't ya' think he piss his pants when I acted like I was cutting him with that putty knife? The hot water was everywhere but I think some of the stains on his pants was piss. Right?"
Bubba looked at me laughing. I wasn't laughing, and I certainly wasn't smiling any more.
"What the fuck Bubba? You shouldn't be talking about that," I complained at him.
"I wanted to tell Jimmy and Danny. And Wilbur and Jose don't care," Bubba whined.
Wilbur questioned, "I just want to know how much do you get paid to let this fucker lick your boots? And also, why haven't you included me and Jose? You cut these three crackers in on the gravy train, but not us!"
I knew Wilbur was just giving me shit. Wilbur was a motorcycle cop who had pulled me over when I was in high school, and kept track of me ever since to make sure that I didn't get into trouble again. He even taught me how to ride a motorcycle. He was more of a father figure than a friend given that he is about 55 years old. He is African American and looks like a cop with a bushy mustache and still built like a football lineman.
Our other friend at the poker table was Jose who Wilbur and Jimmy had gotten to know while being on patrol. He was a lineman with the electrical co-op and was a bit younger than Wilbur, maybe 50 years old. He was Hispanic, but I don't know where his family came from – he was born in Edison County like the rest of us.
So, the cat was not only out of the bag, it was dancing on the table after Bubba's loud mouth shared everything. I was badgered until I gave the whole story, and this time I didn't limit it to my story, I spilled the beans about Bubba's, Jimmy's, and Danny's stories as well. I wasn't going to get shit about anything – I have been happy to share the wealth with everyone.
And share the wealth was fine with Wilbur and Jose. I don't know who suggested, but all of the guys agreed that we should have Boot Boy come to a poker night. He could set up shop under the table and get his jollies servicing six pairs of boots. It was funny to hear Jimmy and Bubba arguing on which of us should wear what type of boots. I never thought of them caring about their "outfits" before, but I guess if the right type of boots gets them $100 bucks, then they were fine with being fashion designers.
I told them all to stop this planning until I contacted Boot Boy. He has been fine with small groups, but six men might be too much, especially after the shit Bubba had put him through on Friday. Boot Boy seemed to have fun after the whole putty knife thing, but he might have been in shock or something. Bubba and I did scare the piss out of him – I'm pretty sure that he wet himself Friday night.
On Sunday, I finished recovering from everything that had occurred over the weekend so on Monday morning I was mostly ready for work.
Bubba and I and the rest of the building crew were having a job site meeting with the crew lead when he got a phone. He stepped away to take it and when he returned, he said that it was an Uber food delivery guy trying to find the job site. Bubba and I looked at each other and I know our mouths fell open.
The crew lead continued, "This delivery guy says that he has huge food order and was wondering how many houses we were building. I don't know what he means, but I am guessing you all impressed our home buyer and he wanted to give us a thank you. I don't think I have every had a client do something like that before."
About 15 minutes later, a little car appeared on the street in front of the job site and the driver brought two loads of breakfast sandwiches and donuts and coffee and orange juice. It was enough food for a crew twice or more the size of ours. Bubba just kept looking at the food say, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."
"I guess I need to thank that bastard. He must not be mad at us," I shrugged.
After all of the breakfast feast, I really hadn't thought about lunch, either eating lunch or what Bubba and I demanded from Boot Boy on Friday night. That was until a taco truck pulled up exactly at noon and honked his horn. The crew lead went over to talk at him thinking that the guy must be lost, but Bubba and I were both swearing under our breaths in amazement.
"Come on guys and tell him your orders. Everything has already been paid for," the crew lead shouted over to us. The crew lead was completely speechless, but enjoyed his fresh made tacos and horchata. I had never heard of that but went well with my steak tacos.
I felt that I should send Boot Boy an email immediately after lunch, but I didn't want to look like a dork so I wanted until I got home: "Thank you for the breakfast and lunch food. The whole crew appreciated it. The breakfast was enough to feed us all day and the hot lunch was nice too." I tried to sound appreciative but didn't want to be mushy or anything.
Boot Boy responded fairly quickly: "I am pleased that my small contribution to your work day met with your approval. I will adjust the breakfast order so that you all won't have to deal with excess food. Please inform your co-workers that I will continue providing this small gesture of appreciation."
I guess Boot Boy will be treating us to food for the duration of the project or if he doesn't, that's okay as well. I was amazed that Bubba and I hadn't pissed him off. I really was thinking that he might have had our crew leader fire us or something.
I thought that because we all were on good terms, I might as well ask Boot Boy the question that my five poker buddies wanted to know: "Boot Boy, would you be interested in servicing my poker buddies? There's 6 of us. It would be Bubba and me and you already know Jimmy and Danny and there is also Wilbur and Jose. I would probably move the game to my trailer home and use that big round table on my deck. You could just hang out under the table and have 6 pairs of boots to choose from."
Boot Boy responded faster than I imagined possible: "Dear Booted Sir, it would be an honor to serve you and your friends. Please let your lowly boot licker know when you wish it to be available and it will make itself available."
I never had him refer to himself like that, and I just assumed that he must like the suggestion: "This coming Saturday night might work with us, but I need to check with the guys."
"I am available at your convenience." Boot Boy emailed back.
I sent one final email letting him know that I would be busy during the week and that I would confirm about Saturday on Friday afternoon. On Friday, all of the guys responded `Yes' to a group text message regarding a Saturday night game. Then Bubba completed his boot assignments to the guys. It made me laugh but at least there would be a variety of options for Boot Boy to choose from.
Just as we were leaving the job site, Bubba told me that he was coming over and needed my help. I had no idea what he meant but I said `okay.' When Bubba got to my trailer, he told me that he had a new table top for me. He had helped me build that table years ago and it was sturdy – it held up Boob Boy and Jimmy when they got fucked. Bubba and I unscrewed the table top and carried it out to my shed. The new table top was also home made but it had something unique to it. Bubba had built a big wooden ring that was larger than the old one but the center was open. After the top was secured, he had me help carry an old patio table clear glass circle. This would work well for our needs - we could play poker onto of the wood and glass surface but still watch Boot Boy doing his thing underneath.
So the final boot assignments for the guys actually made sense: I could wear a pair of my pull-on work boots; Bubba would wear his old engineer biker boots; Jimmy was assigned to wear a pair of his tactical police boots; Danny would wear a pair of his pointy toed cowboy boots; Wilbur was asked to wear his tallest motorcycle riding boots; and Jose could wear his regular lineman boots which are pretty tall as well but brown instead of Wilbur's black pair. If Boot Boy wasn't in his boot licking heaven, I don't know what we could do different.
I don't know who was getting the better deal because we would have $100 bucks each to use in the poker game plus all of the other gifts that I had received this summer. Boot Boy would have six working class men resting their boots inches from his face, and I bet that would be a first for him too.
The last thing that Bubba helped me do was we moved the big screen television from the sitting area to the table area so that we could watch a game when we weren't playing poker or watching Boot Boy service our boots.
I told the guys to arrive at 7:30, but Boot Boy was to be at my single wide at 7:00 PM. He was very prompt and had an armload of beer and handfuls of cigars with him. The second load from his fancy car trunk include two bottles of whiskey plus some little glasses and ashtrays with cigar lighters. The last load was about four different snack mixes that one would find at Appleby's or some other high-end bar like that. Boot Boy even had little bowls for the snacks. If the Wilbur and Jose weren't into having their boots licked, they would still have a good drink, something to eat, and some fine smokes.
By 7:15, Boot Boy had filled the snack bowls, organized the cigars, and set out the ashtrays and lighters. There was also franklin on the table in front of each chair. By 7:20, he was kneeling under the table with his head on his forearms which were flat on the deck. I had arranged the chairs so that there were seven spots, six for us players, and one for Boot Boy (BB). I was thinking that Bubba and I would be on either side of him and if he wanted, BB would be able to lay down flat while he serviced our boots. I think he likes being as low as possible while he completing his boot service.
Bubba and Jimmy rode together and arrived first, and Wilbur brought Jose and Danny with him. Wilbur barely drank alcohol so he would be the designated driver for the night. Bubba and Jimmy could crash in my big king bed if they got too drunk, or if they just wanted to fuck around at the end of the evening.
Wilbur and Jose asked if the boot licker had flaked and I just pointed to the table and they could see a shadow sitting under it.
Bubba was to the point, "We got cash on the table, literally on the table, so let's play poker!"
We grabbed a beer and a small glass of whiskey to sip and sat down at the table. Bubba and me as well Jimmy and Danny stretched out our legs so our boots were starting to form a ring in front of BB.
"Stretch them legs out. There's a footstool under the table," Bubba started out the evening. BB moved to lay flat on the deck and Bubba and I propped up one boot on his lower back while Danny and Jimmy just stretched out and placed their boots on whatever was closest to them, arms, head, back.
"Don't be shy guys. Give him what he is here for," Bubba instructed Wilbur and Jose. They stretched out their legs and found a spot to rest their boots as well and completed the circle of boots in all of its types and colors, well brown and black.
After a couple of hands of poker, I could see BB relaxing under the weight of our boots and also giving some small hip thrusts. We weren't going to have any of that so I put my foot on his butt and pressed down on BB's ass.
After another hand of poker, I took my right boot and tapped BB on the thigh. I think he opened his eyes and raised up some so that he could hover over and of the six pairs of boots.
"Who wants to go first?" I asked the guys. There was no response until Jimmy said that he could have a go at his boots.
The rest of us pulled our boots back some so that Jimmy boots were front and center of BB's attention. BB moved forward somewhat and started to lick on the toe and front seam where the toe met the sole. Jimmy's tactical police boots are a high-tech version of a combat boot and regular boot with a mix of leather and nylon. We played another couple of poker hands; BB had worked over almost all of Jimmy's boot surface. Wilbur and Jose were amazed at the scene.
Jimmy asks, "Who's next?"
"Hell, why not," Jose says and Jimmy pulls back his boots from BB's open mouth and Jose places his brown lineman boots in front of BB's face.
BB scooted a bit to be close to Jose's size 10 boots. Those boots must have a dozen or more pairs of eyelets and Jose had tucked his jeans into the boots so the tall leather uppers were completely exposed, and ready for BB to clean. I think these boots will take more than two poker hands. Those tall scuffed up boots gave BB a challenge and after three hands of poker, Jose's boots liked well worked over. I think Jose was feeling the tongue working over the boots because I think I saw Jose give a little moan a couple of times.
Wilbur took the initiative, "Let's give him a chance at my boots." Jose pulled his boots back and Wilbur stretched his legs toward BB. I could tell BB was really liking what he saw and was worked up after working on Jose's tall boots. Wilbur's boots were really tall as well but not as scuffed. They showed some road dust and who knows what on them. BB moved forward more and wrapped his arms around the boots and really took his time giving those boots the attention that they desired.
So that he could do the whole length of Wilbur's boots, BB raised up to all fours or nearly all fours. With his ass off the ground, Danny wedged the pointy toe of one boot under BB's asshole, and then placed the other boot on top of BB's back.
BB really worked over Wilbur's boots from the sole seam to the top of the upper. Wilbur gave a noticeable moan more than a few times which made the rest of us laugh. It is amazing to feel a massage through the boot leather from a man's tongue.
Wilbur waited until the end of the fourth hand and then announced that he was pulling his legs back. BB released his boots from his grasp and moved to face Danny's boots. Danny watched BB's head move back and forth while Danny stretched and flexed his legs and boots. After the toe in his ass, I think BB was ready to suck on that leather point and finally Danny gave him permission. BB just sunk his face down onto the toe of Danny's boot and sucked in as much of the toe and foot as possible. He didn't gag until his mouth was stretched over the whole boot tip nearly to the arch of the foot. Danny scooted his other leg under BB and started to wiggle the other pointy toe into BB's ass again.
I didn't keep an eye on Bubba and he had his own plan for BB, and the rest of us would be impacted. I didn't know what Bubba was doing until I saw the splatter hitting the bottom of the glass table from Bubba pissing onto BB's back.
"What the fuck, Bubba!" I shouted. Bubba didn't stop, and the overspray started to land on the rest of us.
"Shit!" "Hey" "Cut that out" was the response from the rest of the men at the table.
Jimmy wasn't going to be out done and said, "I gotta piss too." Jimmy let loose with a heavy stream that took over when Bubba stopped.
"What the hell ..." Wilbur added with his own piss spray. Jose did too.
Soon, BB was soaked and most of the tops of our legs were too. At least it was a warm night so we weren't going to get cold, but we all would be smelling like a urinal. I stood up, pulled off my boots, then off with my wet pants, pulled my boots back on, and sat back down. The rest of the guys did the same except Danny.
Danny used the boot in BB's ass to pull BB forward and up his leg until BB was pressed into his piss splattered legs and crotch. I think Danny let loose with his own piss in his own jeans because I could see a growing wet spot in his crotch. BB kept his face in Danny's more than significant crotch mound and the steel hard cock that ran down Danny's left thigh. Danny had moved one hand under the table to press BB's face firmly into the piss-soaked denim.
Seeing BB's head sucking out the piss got all of us hard and Bubba moved things to the next level since he and I hadn't had our boots licked. "Share the wealth. Let me use the boot licker – I need a blow job," Bubba told Danny.
Danny released BB's head and BB crawled over to Bubba's sweaty and pissy Fruit-of-the-Loom's. BB was sucking the piss-stained crotch until Bubba lifted up his ass and shucked off his underwear. All of us stared at BB sucking off Bubba. Needless to say, the poker game had stopped at that point.
It didn't take Bb long to milk a load out of Bubba's fat uncut cock. When all of the load was sucked out, BB moved over to me and waited until I pulled down my underwear and motioned under the table for BB to latch onto my dick. I shot a healthy load into slippery wet mouth. BB kept up his completion of the circle of hard dicks. Bubba and I need to have a post-cum piss which we used to soak BB even more, and that was true of each of the guys he serviced.
BB did a good job on Jimmy's 6-inch uncut cop dick and then tried out Jose's 7-inch cut cock. The last two dicks were the biggest with Danny's uncut 10-inches of a fireman pole followed by Wilbur's 8-inch cut policeman's billy club.
Pretty soon all of us had shot our cum loads and BB was back in front of Bubba. Bubba motioned BB forward and just stuck a thumb into BB's mouth to keep it open while his other hand directed the last beer piss into BB.
We were all pretty much spent by this time, and Wilbur announced that he was driving Danny and Jose home. I think they all were sad to go, but there would be other poker nights, I was certain of that.
Jimmy, Bubba, and I stood up to shake their hands and give them their $100 bucks back – we all won that night so no need to fight over the poker chips. After Wilbur drove off, BB crawled out from under the table, and I ordered him to hit the road. He gave us a really big smile as he crawled down the deck stairs.
Jimmy, Bubba, and I had a night cap of whiskey and after a quick shower to wash off the piss splatter, we all tumbled into my bed. Like other nights, nothing happened until early the next morning when Jimmy woke us up sucking Bubba and me off. Bubba and I took turns fucking Jimmy until we loaded him up and crashed asleep until late Sunday morning.
I think poker nights were going to be a lot more fun from now on.
Author: I think I have taken this story line as far as I can. If anyone has suggestions for additional story ideas, let me know and I might try to add another chapter or two. Thanks for reading this set of stories.