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Boots in Orlando
Mike lived in Buffalo, NY, where he was atruck driver for Budweiser. He liked his job of delivering beer tosupermarkets, convenience stores and bars.
He was six foot two inches and of a moderately heavy build, so deliveringcases of beer was light work for him. Among the gay community Mike was known asa bear, and more specifically a leather bear. You would not know this bywatching him deliver beer, unless you noticed his Chippewa twelve inch loggerboots which he took pride in keeping brightly polished.
Last September Mike needed a change ofscenery so decided to attend the International Bear Bash in Orlando, Florida.He booked himself into the Parliament House which bills itself as the largestgay entertainment complex in the southeast U.S.
One of the five bars is a leather bar which was of particular interestto Mike. Although Mike never has any trouble finding men he can fuck, he likesto mix in some regular build guys when he goes to gatherings like the BearBash. Mike is a total top who likes to dominate any situation he is in.Watching an average weight Joe grovel at his boots is a bigger turn on thanhaving another heavy bear rolling around on the floor. So, to make sure hewould have enough action, a week or two before going to Orlando he put an ad inthe Orlando Craig's List: "Looking for a sub who will be my bitch to fuck andservice my boots for a night during Bear Bash." The notice netted him threeserious boot bottoms: one for Thursday night, one for Friday night and the lastfor Saturday.
The boy for Thursday was a no show but onFriday the man showed up at his room at 9:00 p.m. as arranged. Mike was wearingLevis and a Stompers t-shirt with a boot print on the front and his favoritepair of Chippewa high shine engineer boots.
When he heard the knock at the door, Mike got off the bed where he wassitting watching TV and said: "Enter!"
The door opened and there stood a five foot ten average build man wholooked to be about thirty. He was wearing camo cargo pants with the legs tuckedinto spit shined black combat boots and a white t-shirt. As he closed the doorbehind him, Mike bellowed out: "Get down on the floor you worthless fuck andget yourself over here and lick my boots."
The sub quickly dropped to the floor and pushed himself over to whereMike was standing. "What's your name boy?"
"My name's Kent, sir," came the reply.
"Alright Kent, you're here tonight to be myboot licking fuck boy, right?" asked Mike.
"Sir, yes, sir. I'm here to service yourboots and your cock," came the reply.
Mike sat down on the side of the bed andsaid: "Alright, start licking my boots. Make them shine! I want to see yourfull tongue sliding over every inch of that leather." Kent went right to workon the right boot. After ten minutes of licking the right boot from bottom totop, he was told to lick the left boot. When he was pretty well finished withthat boot he heard Mike unbuckling his heavy two inch wide belt and unzip hisLevis. He then was commanded to start sucking Mike's cock. After twenty minutesor so of licking and sucking his cock and balls, Mike said: "Let's go down tothe bar and get a beer and see what's going on there. Remember you're my bootboy, so I'll do all of the talking."
They headed down to the leather bar whichwas fairly full because of the Bear Bash weekend. Mike ordered a beer and thenwent over to the area where the pool table was. He leaned up against the walland said to Kent: "Go down on my boots. Just get down on your knees and beginlicking my boots." Kent was quick to obey and began licking the boots he hadjust spent twenty minutes licking in the room. It didn't take long beforeanother bear came over to Mike and began talking. He was wearing Levis whichwere tucked into twenty hole black Ranger boots which had a nice shine to them.After a short while Mike asked the new guy, whose name was Pete, if he neededhis boots polished. He replied in the affirmative so Mike told Kent to startlicking Pete's boots.
After twentyminutes or more Mike said to Pete: "Do you want to come up to my room and havea little fun with my fucking boot boy?"
Pete gave an enthusiastic reply, so Mike bent over and grabbed Kent'shead and said: "Get up! We're going back to the room."
When they got into the room Mike gave Petea friendly push that landed him on the king size bed. Mike then dove in besidePete and they began kissing. Kent wasn't sure what to do, so he just watchedthem. After a couple of minutes of kissing they sat up. Mike shouted at Kent:"Don't just stand there you stupid cunt, your job is to keep licking our bootsunless I tell you otherwise. Now get down there and start licking."
Kent got down on the floor and began lickingMike's tall engineer boots. Meanwhile the two bears were groping each other'scrotch.
Before long they had undonetheir garrison belts and brought out their cocks. Each man began stroking theother's cock. When they both were getting pretty hard Mike said to Pete: "Doyou want to fuck my boot boy?"
Pete did not hesitate but quickly said:"Yes sir! I want to drive my swollen pole right up that boy's pussy. But beforeI do that, I find that I get a better fuck if I can teach a little respect tothe boot slave on the floor. I like to kick his ass a few times with my twentyhole steel toed Ranger boots. Do you mind?" Mike replied: "Go for it, why don'tyou kick his balls, too, if you see an opening." Both men laughed as Pete gotup and nudged Kent into the center of the free space by the bed. He then begankicking his ass with his powerful Rangers.
After six kicks in the ass, Kent rolled over on to his back which was abig mistake as it left his crotch wide open. Pete drew back his right foot anddelivered a hard boot right to the center of his crotch. The boot connectedbeautifully with Kent's balls, causing him to cry out in pain and curl into aball. Pete and Mike both started laughing at the boot boy's pain. Pete startedkicking his ass again, since he was curled into a ball, leaving his ass cheekssticking out. After about ten of these kicks Mike said: "Hey Pete, I thinkyou've softened him up pretty well with those shit-kickers of yours. You seemedto enjoy kicking him, because your cock is standing at attention."
Pete said: "Yes, I always get a raging hardon when I can kick the shit out of another guy. Got a condom and some lube?" Hehauled back his right foot and delivered yet another boot to Kent's sore assand then said: "You, boot slut, take off your boots and jeans and get up on thebed and assume the position so I can fuck you."
Kent quickly unlaced his boots, gratefulthat the boot torture was at an end.....at least for the moment. He pulled offhis jeans and then climbed on to the bed and into a dogie position with hisass and feet hanging over the side of the bed. Pete had slipped on the condomand was putting lube over his ten inch cock. He then stepped up to Kent andsaid: "Nice pussy." As he inserted his right index finger into the hole. Thelube on the finger helped it to slip right in. Pete then added: "and it seemslike it is pretty tight."
With that hepositioned his helmet right over the hole and then with a powerful thrust,shoved his engorged member into Kent's tight hole. Kent let out a low scream ashe felt his insides being torn apart. Mike grabbed a pillow and put it over hisface while yelling: "Shut up, bitch. Take that cock like a man." Pete beganramming his rod into Kent's hole at a faster rate, which made Kent moan and crysoftly. Mike pulled out his cock again and climbed up on the king size bed fromthe other side and knelt in front of Kent, pulled the pillow off his face andsaid: "Here, stop crying and start sucking on my cock." With that he pushed hisdick into Kent's mouth.
Pete continued hisforceful fucking of Kent for about ten minutes and then he began slowing down.
Mike said: "Hey man, let me take over thefucking and you come catch your breath up here on the bed." With that Mikepulled out and got off the bed. He picked up a condom from the dresser and thenbegan to lubricate his stiff member. When Pete saw he was ready, he pulled outand Mike pushed right in. By this time Kent's hole was so abused that he hardlynoticed the change in fuckers. Pete took the condom off and dropped it in thewastebasket and then climbed up on the bed. "Clean up my cock, slut." So, Kentbegan to lick the cum off Pete's ten inch pole. Mike was so turned on by beingable to dominate a willing boot boy and also watch a bear who was a bit of asadist, that he felt himself coming to an orgasm after just five minutes offucking. He blurted out: "Shit, I think I'm going to cum." Pete respondedimmediately: "Pull out! Take off the condom and finish up with a hand job, butdon't shoot it on the slut, shoot it on to my boots." With that he slid to theother side of the bed and stretched out his boots so they were right next toKent. He then added: "I want that boot boy to really service my boots, and hecan only do that if there is fresh fuck for him to push around the leather."Mike did as he was instructed. It didn't take him many hand strokes before heshot his first wad of cum on to Pete's shiny black Ranger boots. His ballspumped out three more good gobs which Mike directed to the other boot.
Mike fell into the lounge chair next to thedesk while Pete climbed down from the bed. As he did so, he gave Kent's rightass cheek a heavy slap with his open hand and said: "Now get down on the floor,bitch, and service my boots. I want to see that cum spread around every inch ofmy boots and then licked up so that my boots sparkle when you are finished."Kent got right to it. He liked the taste of warm cum on boot leather, so it wasa real pleasure for him to move the fuck around the boot leather and then lickoff the boot so it was as shiny as before.
When Pete was satisfied with the shine onhis boots he said to Mike: "Let's get rid of this boot slut and go back to thebar for a drink and then come back here for some fucking around for just thetwo of us." Mike nodded his head and said to Kent: "Get your pants on and yourboots laced up and get the hell out of here." Kent quickly obeyed and washeading for door in three minutes flat. As he looked back he saw that Mike was givingPete a heavy kiss, so he just let himself out and headed out to the parking lotto get his car. Although his buttocks hurt from all the kicking and his holefelt sore and tender from the heavy fucking he had received, but as he reachedhis car he felt the warm glow of satisfaction of having had the perfect bootencounter.
He couldn't wait to get homeso that he could jack his cock while he reviewed the events of the night.