This story is fiction and is for fetish men who enjoy leather and boots.
Boots at IML 2013
Every couple of years or so I like to attend the International Mr. Leather in Chicago. I get a real high being around so many hot men dressed in leather. But my biggest turn-on is looking at their boots. I'm a real boot slut who can't get enough of seeing heavy duty boots. At IML I get to watch them in the vendors' market, at various meetings, at the boot-blacking competition and of course at the final competition to see who will be Mr. IML for the next year.
2013 was my year to go. I had been waiting for the month of May to arrive and finally it did. I planned my schedule to arrive on Thursday. I got an early flight into O'Hare and checked into my room at the Down Town Marriot around noon. Then I went down to the lobby to watch the leather men arrive. What a show! Some men came in their street clothes but wearing boots, while many came in full leather. When I saw a pair of boots I liked I would sometimes get up and go closer to the check-in line so I could get a better look at the tough looking boots. My favorite boots are engineers, especially high-shine engineer boots like motorcycle cops wear. I usually wear spit shined combat boots at IML.
About three o'clock I decided to take a break from watching all the boot traffic in the lobby and so I started to head up to my room. When I got to the elevator bank there was this hot man dressed in leather and wearing Chippewa high shine engineer boots. His leather pants were neatly tucked into the tops of his boots, showing that the guy took good care of his engineers, as they were shined to perfection. The bell rang and the doors opened. We got into the elevator together. He pressed 12 and I punched 15. I decided not to let a moment like this go by without a try, so I said: "Those are nice looking boots, sir."
The leather clad man turned his head slightly and said: "Do you like them, boy?"
I replied: "Yes, sir. High shine engineer boots are my favorite."
"Well, these boots are a bit dusty from my trip getting here. How would you like to come to my room and lick them clean?" he asked.
All I could stammer was: "Sir, yes sir!"
To that he replied: "OK, follow me to my room. I was looking for a boot bitch to service my engineers and here you are. That's what I call good timing."
The doors opened at the twelfth floor and he got out, with me following close behind. I followed him down the hall to room 1225. He slid the key card and opened the door. He walked over to the window where there was a comfortable chair and then pointed at the floor and said: "OK bitch, down on the floor." With that I dropped to all fours. He then turned and went over to the refrigerator and took out a beer. He opened it on the way back and then sat down in the chair. He took a sip of his Coors and said: "Alright you little boot bitch, start licking my boots. I don't want any fucking around. I want to see your tongue as far out of your mouth as possible so you cover as large a surface of my boot as possible."
With that I dove over to his right boot and began to lick the shiny toe of his glossy engineer boot. My tongue glided over the smooth leather surface. I began licking intently. The smell of the warm leather added to my excitement. As my tongue moved over the surface of the boot I began to feel my cock stiffen. That was just what I often fantasized about at home: being on the floor before a rugged boot man and being able to lick his boots until they shone.
I wasn't able to enjoy that initial experience very long before I felt a heavy boot come down on my head. The boot master had brought his left boot down on my head, so that my tongue and mouth were pressed hard again his right boot. "Lick harder, damn it! I want to feel your tongue on my foot. Lick like you really mean it." As he released his left boot, I began to press my tongue harder on his instep with the hope that he could feel my effort. The guy watched me intently as he drank his beer slowly. I could see that he was turned on by having a man groveling at his feet and licking his boots for all he was worth.
After about ten minutes I was told to start working on the left boot. Once again I felt a surge run through my body as my tongue slid across the high shine leather. My cock was standing at attention, although my tight pants were keeping it from the position it wanted to assume. As I licked the tall shaft and powerful toe I could see the boot master rubbing his crotch with his left hand as he drained his can of beer. When the Coors was gone, he began to concentrate on his cock. He reached into his back pocket and took out a pair of black leather gloves. Before he slipped them on, he unbuckled his two inch wide garrison belt and unzipped his leather pants. He took out his cock and began rubbing it with his leather gloves, while I continued to lick his boots as hard as I could.
Finally when his cock was fairly hard he said: "OK bitch, come up here and suck my dick. See if you can do as good a job on it as you have done on my boots." This semi-compliment encouraged me to do my best as I slide his pole deep into my mouth and throat. He grabbed my head with his hands and began pumping my head up and down on his cock. As I worked away I tasted some precum and decided he was going to come in my throat. But then he pulled my head off his cock and commanded me to get down on all fours so he could use me as a foot stool. He then lifted his right boot and put it on my back and quickly continued stroking his cock. By his breathing I could tell he was ready to shoot. Finally he let out a gasp: "Ahhhhhh" and a with expert aim he directed the shot right to his boot. Most of it hit the shaft of the boot. The second spurt hit the toe. He then began pumping his cock with his leather gloved hand. At the same time he carefully lowered his right boot and put his left boot up on my back. He then took his hand away from his cock and opened his palm revealing a good pool of cum. This he carefully rubbed on the shaft of the left boot. Then he started rubbing again to see if he could get the remainder of the milk from his balls. He then wiped that on the toe of the boot.
When it was obvious he was finished he carefully lowered his left boot and then said to me: "Get up here and lick the cream off my gloves." As I buried my mouth in the palm of his hand the smell of warm leather mixed with hot fuck made my cock begin to harden again. After five minutes of cleaning both gloves he spoke again: "OK boot slut. I want you to fully service my boots now. Your boot licking was alright and your spit gave a good shine. But I want my boots fully serviced with man fuck. So get down there and move that fuck around each boot until the surface is coated and then you lick up every bit of that fuck. When you are finished I expect to see my boots looking brighter than when we came into the room."
Quickly I lowered myself to a slave's position with my head near the floor as I began moving his powerful man fuck across the smooth surface of his high-shine engineer boots. Once again the feel of the fuck and leather and the smell of that same combination made my cock really hot. I wanted so badly to pull it out and jack off and mix my own humble fuck with his powerful cum, but knew he would not allow it. Soon the right boot was gleaming. I turned to the left boot and after fifteen minutes of intense licking and sucking, I got all the fuck off the boot and restored the leather to a brilliant luster.
I was just about finished when there was a knock at the door. The man got up and went over and opened it. There stood another guy who was obviously a sub by the way he dressed. He spoke in a low tone: "Sir, I met you in the registration line and you told me I could come and service your boots this afternoon. Is now a good time?"
A smile spread over the face of the booted dom as he looked down at his boots. He then said: "You bet it is. That piece of shit over there has been working for the last hour to put a shine on my boots, but as you can see, they look like crap. Why don't you come in and see what you can do?"
The dom then walked over to where I was on my knees and with a powerful kick to my ass sent me sprawling flat on the floor. He kicked my ass again as he said: "Now get the hell out of here you lousy boot slut. Let's see what this new guy can do."
With that I quickly got up and headed for the door. As I was about to open it, I turned and said: "Thank you sir, for the privilege of trying to service your boots. I'm sorry I did not please you. I hope you will let me try again sometime this weekend."
"You had your chance boy, and you blew it. Now get out of here." With that I opened the door and went out in the hall. All I could think of was getting to my room as quickly as I could so that I could relive the experience while stroking my cock.