Boot Service and More – Chapter 8
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After Tuesday's session, I was worn out and spent – in more ways than just one. I wasn't sure if I wanted to have Boot Boy over again. I told him that I didn't want any weird stuff and here I was grinding his face into my crotch and enjoying it. Shit, what is going on with me! All day Wednesday, I wasn't sure how I would react or respond if Boot Boy contracted me.
When I got home Wednesday afternoon, I was drenched. It was a hot and humid day, and I stripped off my boots / sox and shirt / pants. I was sitting on my deck in my underwear with a beer and a smoke. Then my phone pinged. Yep, it was Boot Boy sending me an email. I guess we have a routine already.
"Dear Booted Sir, thank you for the permission to clean and service your boots, chaps and more on Tuesday night. I would be honored to be of service on Thursday night. If it would please you, I would be a privilege to service the fabric of your jeans and/or underwear. Wearing your scent would be an immense pleasure for this worthless boot licker. Your Boot Boy."
WTF did I do! I opened up the door to a whole new thing and jumped in the weird-ass room with both feet. Worse yet, I got hard as a rock as I read this email so hard that I had to stand up and re-arrange my cock in my underwear.
But why am I even worrying about any of this stuff. I still wanted to screw chicks. For the right woman, I would eat pussy for days. Having my boots licked or crotch sniffed doesn't make me gay or anything. And I get hard in a heartbeat like every 28-year-old. Guys just get boners! Right? Hell, I have gotten a hard on from the vibration while riding my motorcycle. Even smelling my own sweaty pits has gotten me worked up in the past.
If Boot Boy wants to sniff and lick my underwear and pay my cash and beer for it, why should I give it a second thought.
After about 30 minutes of giving myself every reason for and against allowing this boot-licking guy to return and let him get his jollies, I just turned on my auto pilot and responded, "Yeah, you can come by Thursday. I don't know if I will let you sniff my underwear, but you better bring $40 to sweeten the deal plus the beer. No promises on what you will be licking or sniffing."
Almost immediately, Boot Boy responded that he would be honored to service anything that I allowed. Shit! What did I get myself into!
On Thursday morning, I received the confirmation email like always so things were set for him to come over. At the end of the day, Bubba came up to me and said that he found some plug boxes and outlets in his garage and would come over after work to help me finish up the electrical installation for my future bar counter area and the wall mounted TV location. Shit! I just got double booked.
I couldn't say no to Bubba because the electric work was a two-man job given where the electric had to be run and free hardware would be great too. So, I sent a quick email back to Boot Boy and told him that I was doing some re-wiring with a friend for a future wall mounted TN (I wanted him to know what was up). And we either had to re-schedule or set a later time, like 8 o'clock. He responded back that there would be no reason to re-schedule and he would be honored to arrive at 8:00 PM.
That should work – Bubba comes over after work about 4 – 5 o'clock and that would give us 3-4 hours to finish up the work. Here I am feeling like I was juggling dates with two different chicks on a Friday night!
The work day was a long one and Bubba and I got to my single wide at 5 o'clock. As he was unloading the hardware I sprinted up my deck to get the doors open and all so that things could go fast. WTF! I nearly tripped over a big ass box sitting on my deck. I had to shake my head a couple of times because it didn't make any sense because I hadn't ordered anything for delivery. Almost like magic, my phone pinged and I just stared at the box for a 65-inch TV and opened up my email.
"Dear Booted Sir, I hope I did not over step my position but I had a television delivered today as a small gift for your new entertainment area. Your Boot Boy"
I was dumbfounded! I just stood there staring at the box. Bubba walked up onto the deck and laughingly said, "Wow, you just couldn't wait to buy a new TV could ya?"
"I didn't buy it." I automatically replied without thinking.
"Did that boot licker give you a TV? You Dawg – you have a sugar daddy!" Bubba added.
"Fuck you! No, I don't" I barked back.
"HA HA! It is true. He gave you a TV and you just have to let him lick your boots. You are the luckiest ass hole in the world!" Bubba was nearly bent over laughing.
I know I turned bright red and couldn't look at Bubba. What is happening here?
Bubba stopped laughing and just matter-of-factly just said, "Let's get this wall wired up and TV installed. This is one of those super high-resolution ones so it should be kickass."
He was a lot better at house electric stuff than I am so I just followed him around doing what he said. Pretty soon the wires were set, outlets installed, and everything was tested. Bubba and I were ripping into the TV box like Christmas morning. I didn't even notice that there was a little box with universal wall mount kit and another one with a sound bar and speakers. Boot Boy had thought of everything!
Bubba and I had the TV and speaker installed easily because it was new construction and we knew exactly where the 2x4's were located. Bubba and I had sat down watching the new TV having a beer when I looked at my phone and saw that it was 7:40. Oh shit! I started to clean up the tools and such and getting all of his stuff out to his truck. He just watched me and when I started to come up with reasons that he should go home to his wife, Bubba responded, "My wife knows I'm here and she is happy that I ain't home because she can ... Oh fuck! Your boot licker is coming over tonight ain't he?"
I stammered. Bubba added, "He is! He really is coming over and licking your boots! Can I stay? My boots need a cleaning. Or I can just watch if he don't want to lick my boots."
I stammered more and gave some half-assed reasons for him to leave.
"Okay. Okay. I'll leave, but you better tell me what happens. You owe me big time and not just for the wiring. You got to share you sugar daddy!"
I was nearly pushing him off the deck, and he finally was laughing his head off as he drove off.
Bubba was barely gone and I had moved the sitting area furniture around so that it was better set up for my boot licker. I bet it was barely 3 minutes and then Boot Boy drove up. He and Bubba had to have passed each other on the road. Will Bubba know that? My head was spinning.
My head was spinning and over thinking everything until I realized that I was just staring at the big ass TV and opening a new beer and then I remembered Boot Boy was actually flat on the floor at my boots. It was about 8:20 and I just sat there and Boot Boy hadn't moved at all from his prone position. Actually, I only remembered him because I shifted my foot and kicked him in the head.
I looked down at him and didn't know if I should thank him for the TV or kick him harder in the head for embarrassing me in front of my buddy. With a boot licker like this, I could treat him like a piece of trash and he would get off on it. I could ignore him and he would just get more excited. This is fucked up – how do you punish someone who gets off on punishment and being ignored?
And worse yet, I was getting a hard-on just thinking about what I could do to abuse him. WTF is happening to me! I'm sitting here making cash for doing nothing, drinking free beer, enjoying a big-ass TV and sporting a woody thinking about kicking a guy in the face.
What I really needed was a smoke. I hadn't brought out a cigar because I didn't have the time between Bubba's departure and Boot Boys arrival. I got up slowly because I was a bit drunk. Bubba and I started drinking beer while we did the wiring, but since he left, I had a couple more on my empty stomach. I wandered into my trailer home and got myself a cigar and on the way out the door, I realized that I needed to piss, but I stopped myself from using the inside bathroom and just marched back onto the deck.
I straddled Boot Boy's prone body and placed a boot on either side of his hips. I looked down at the back of his head with his arms wide spread. I just couldn't help myself but I just hoked up a wad of spit and shot it at the back of his head. Boot Boy's body gave a shiver, maybe from surprise or maybe from excitement. I then fished my cock out of my pants. I had lost my hardon from the walk into the single wide so it only took a couple of seconds before I was pissing used beer onto his head. I pissed on his head, neck, and his upper back. I even stopped and shot some piss on the back of his hands and arms.
It had been a hot day so this was not clear recycled beer piss – nope this was full strength stuff from being dehydrated. As soon as I was pissed out my cock sprung up hard. Ahh shit – this is just wrong. I stepped over this piss soaked and stinking body and sat myself down. I lit up my cigar and continued ignoring Boot Boy. When I had smoked a bit, the ash was long enough to be tapped off which I did. I tapped the cigar so that the ash would drop on the back of his right hand. I think I almost heard a bit of a sizzle when the ash hit the piss remaining on his hand. It was so hot that sweat didn't evaporate so why would piss.
I spun my left foot so that my boot sole landed on the top of his hand. I lifted up the boot heal and just twisted the sole of the toe into his hand. And I didn't hold back – I put some weight into it.
"Lick my left boot now!" I shouted.
Boot Boy was on that boot in a flash. He was licking all over it like it was his last meal. This morning, I decided that I should change into clean underwear and jeans and my better work boots before he came over, but give the wiring work with Bubba and everything else, I forgot to change. I was still in my sawdust covered pants and my worn-out pull-on work boots. But worse I had sweated through my boxer briefs and through my wranglers. Because I hadn't done laundry this week, I had re-worn an old pair of underwear and kept my only clean pair to put on before Boot Boy came over. That means if I let Boot Boy sniff my shorts, he would get two days' worth of sweat and all. At this point, I didn't really care, and truthfully, I bet this guy would rather have ripe shorts than clean ones.
I don't know why but I just commanded him to pull off my boots. I stood up and dropped my jeans down to my ankles and sat back down in the chair. I told Boot Boy to pull them off of me which he did. When I stood up, my socks ended up getting wet from the piss puddle that surrounded Boot Boy. With my wranglers gone, I lifted up my feet and ordered him to suck my socks.
Boot Boy just leaned in and sniffed, licked, and sucked on my sweaty piss-soaked socks. Once again, he was chowing down on them big time. When I decided that the socks were less wet, I slide my feet back into my boots.
"Lick my right boot! I barked at him. Boot Boy complied without hesitation.
With my leg bent I was getting sweaty behind my knee. I also could smell my own arm pit stink when I put my hands behind my back so I just tugged off my hi vis work shirt. I felt a lot better with some air in my hairy pits and over my sweaty chest.
I just sat back wearing my work trucker hat, sweaty boxer briefs (the fabric was really worn out and thin), a pair of socks and work boots. Boot Boy had cleaned up my left boot and was now working over my right boot. With a cigar in one hand and beer in the other, I felt like a freaking king watching my new big screen TV.
After my right boot was pretty well cleaned, I had two remaining issues: 1) I had air dried some but my nuts were still sweaty in my boxers, and 2) I had a full-blown hard-on. I was feeling no pain and feeling like I wanted to drop a load. And I wanted to rub my junk on Boot Boy's face until I squirted a load in my shorts – or on his face. Fuck! That makes it all sound gay. But I did need to cum bad!
"Lick the inside of my left leg." I commanded and spread my legs wide. Boot Boy stopped his licking and stared at my man spread legs, initially just at my calves and then slowly up my thighs and crotch. I had my hands behind my head just showing off my sweaty legs and crotch. He just stayed frozen and stared at the sweat and piss stains in my boxers.
I guess this was the first time that I had ever truly seen this guy's face before. He either had a boot in his face or was looking down and something. I guess you would say that he was okay looking – clean shaven with short but styled hair. He still was fairly well built, more gym thick while I was muscled but no major definition.
Boot Boy licked his lips and placed his face at the bottom of the inside of my left boot and started licking. He licked up the heal, over the uppers, and then move to my lower leg skin. I got a shiver feeling his wet tongue licking up to my knee. He took a small detour and licked the sweat from under my bent knee. He continued licking up my thigh until he got to the top of my leg where the side of his face was pressed into my sweaty nuts and hard on. By now he knew that when I said "Lick my leg," he knew that his tongue better not leave my leg.
After taking some heavy sniffs while his nose was close to nuts, he took several deep sniffs and then started licking down my leg back to the top of my boot. This continued for a few more passes until when Boot Boy had traveled to the top of my thigh and his nose was pressed into the spot where my leg and body meets. This is also where my hard cock was laying across the top of my thigh. With his nose pressed into my dick head and tongue licking the spot were my thigh ended and my underwear started, I could feel his breath on my cock. I actually gave a moan and my dick flexed against his face. It was freaking hot having his breath on my cock.
I didn't want to cum so I shouted, "Lick my right leg."
Boot Boy did the same routine of starting at the inside boot heal and progressing up my leg to my crotch and continued up and down my leg. After a few minutes, he was at the top of my right thigh with his nose pressed into my gray boxer briefs.
"Resume the position." I instructed. Boot Boy move between my legs and laid back down on the piss-soaked deck boards. I let him soak up some piss and then rested my booted feet onto his back. I left him be my foot rest for a few minutes.
"Get on all fours." I commanded. Boot Boy rose up and lifted my legs up too so that they rested on his back. This placed his face at crotch level with my wide spread legs. He also lifted up his face and just stared at the mound of my junk in my boxers. Like I mentioned before, I was wearing worn out gray boxer briefs, at this point there was a piss stain on the front of them and sweat marks at my thighs. My balls were all bunched up in the front and my hard cock was laying across my left thigh. The other thing that was happening with my underwear is that they were giving off a healthy stink. This was at least the second day that I had worn them, maybe the third because I had been too lazy to go to the laundry mat this week.
Given all of that, I think I saw Boot Boy inhaling as deep as he could with his eyes barely blinking. It seemed like he was trying to memorize everything that was before him. I nearly laughed watching him, but I did give a big smile. And I also just rested my arms on the chair with a cigar and beer in each of my paws.
"Move one inch forward." I instructed him. He moved forward and just kept staring.
I repeated this command until his face was about one inch from my crotch. This also placed my boots hanging off Boot Boy's ass. I just leaned back and finished my beer, took a big drag off my cigar, and then blew the smoke right into his face. He blinked his eyes a bunch and smartly stopped inhaling until the smoke had passed over his face.
When the smoked dissipated, I slowly bent my legs pressing my boot heals into his ass and pulled him closer to me. Soon his face pressed into my nuts and then his whole face was wedged between my thighs and his nose and mouth were solidly in my underwear. Every breath he was taking was filtered through my shorts.
"Lick my nuts you fucking boot licker!" I demanded. Boot Boy just started lapping around my fabric-covered nuts. Soon my whole crotch was spit soaked. My legs were also feeling a big crammed too so I lifted my legs up, bent my knees and placed my boot soles on his back. This also opened up a whole new area of my underwear – the fabric covering my ass hole!
Boot Boy just kept licking and soon traveled down my taint and licked away at my ass hole. Now, I'm not a slob and I do have "good hygiene practices," but let's be honest, that fabric has been covering my exit-only ass hole for the last couple / three days. I guess I shouldn't be surprise given that he has taken my toe funk, my spit, my piss, and my boot dirt.
Pretty soon the fabric over my ass hole had all of its sweat sucked out and now was spit soaked. Heck my whole crotch was spit soaked.
"Stop licking. Sit back on your heals." I instructed him. I kept my legs resting on his shoulders as he sat back and just let him stare at my crotch. I used my left had to take a drag off my cigar and then a swig of my newest beer from my right hand. My right hand was in my lap and I was sliding my underwear fabric over my hard cock with some ball groping. Boot Boy just sat there staring.
After a few minutes, I took my legs off his shoulders and just sat in a wide legged spread. But I continued jacking my dick and rubbing my nuts. I slowly stood up and commanded him, "Don't lick – don't move!"
I stood still for a couple of minutes and then moved forward the couple of inches until my crotch was pressing into Boot Boy's face. I used both of my hands and pressed his face fulling into my crotch. I could feel his breath in my underwear fabric and I know he was smelling the sweat that had accumulated over the last couple / three days. This was the sweat of a man who did real work and not just sitting around at a desk all day. This was also a face that I wanted to rub my cock onto until I shot a load in my shorts, and I didn't care if that seemed gay or not.
I just kept pressing his face in my nuts and dick and moved his face over all of them just I had been jacking through the fabric earlier. I really started humping against his face and given that all that had occurred this evening I was getting really close to shooting my load.
After just a few more humps, I finally hit the point of no return and with his nose in my nuts and my cock on his forehead, I just let loose and started cumming in my underwear. I nearly passed out from shooting my load and if it weren't for underwear, I bet my cum would have been all over myself and this man under me.
I gave one last shiver and sort of fell back into my chair. There was one really wet spot covering the whole front of my shorts. And it wasn't from Boot Boy's spit – that had mostly dried. He just continued to just stare at my stained underwear.
I barked, "Pull off my boots." My feet were tired and I need to flex and stretch my feet and toes. Boot Boy pulled of my boots and bent down to just breath in my sock smell. I let him have a few minutes of sniffing.
"Get the hell out of here." I barked and added emphasis by giving him a kick in the face with my stocking foot. In hind sight, I probably kicked him harder than I should have, but truthfully did I care. And did he mind? Nope!
Boot Boy crawled to the edge of the deck and was about to stand up when I shouted at him, "Stop" which he did. While his was knee walking to the deck stairs, I had pulled my underwear down and off my feet. I wadded them up and tossed them at the back of his head. Boot Boy immediately realized what hit him and he grabbed my shorts before they fell to the deck.
He held them in his hands, gave them a look, and pressed my underwear into his face as he rose up and walked back to his car. As he opened his car door, I shouted, "You owe me a pair of shorts!"
"Yes Sir!" he replied and he drove away.
In hindsight, I guess I was a dick because he had surprised me with a kickass, high-res TV today and here I was asking for $6 pair of replacement Hanes. And the pair that I had given to him probably only had a couple of more washes left in them before either the elastic would give out or a hole would rip through. Well, too late to take that request back!