Wearing cowboy boots on the Beach

I saw a guy wearing his cowboy boots and so I had to take some photos and share with you guys. I just love seeing guys wearing cowboy boots and the shaft of their boots revealing under their jeans.

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Cowboy in the next stall in bathroom

Cowboy in the next stall in bathroom

Nice pair of black dress cowboy boots.

Coming out as a bootman

So I have often been told by my friends that I am the most straight acting gay guy in the world. This makes some sense because most of my friends are straight and associate anything related to gay guys with what they see on TV. For many of my friends, I am their only gay friend they have, and since I don’t fit the stereotype of what they see on TV they think I am straight acting. At times I have found this somewhat offensive, since I felt like my friends were constantly comparing me to a stereotype. Because of this fear I never told my friends about my boot and leather fetish, even though they were often telling me about their sexual interests. I essentially led two lives until recently, when I finally told my friends I am a bootman. But before we get to far ahead, let me give you some back story.

I grew up as a military brat on military bases. From a very early age I was surrounded by men in boots. My father, a military aviator, used to take me to his squadron when I wasn’t in school. Back when I was 5 or 6, only men flew combat jets, and it was a very masculine career field. Even my dad will tell you, back in those days it was a boys club. I remember how cool my dad and his fellow squadron mates were. The flew sleek fast jets, they were always warm and welcoming to me, always having a good time, and above all had a damn good wardrobe. Flight boots and flight suits. Almost every masculine figure in my life from when I was born until I was 20 wore boots and flew jets. It was all I was ever surrounded by, and I knew that when I grew up, I wanted to be just like them wearing boots and flying jets. Continue reading “Coming out as a bootman”

Bootlust: Jeremy’s First Pair

Conservative young attorney adds a nasty pair of Tall Texas Shit Kicker Boots to his collection of wingtip oxforts and tassel loafers. Five minutes after he pulls on his new boots for the first time , he’ll shoot off the biggest load of his life.

(Sorry guys, Bootlust forbid me to post any videos from them, but I post some pictures from the website, Enjoy! You can always get the videos by subscribing to their membership and keep their website going)

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While he is opening a "BOX", but look at his well built body

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Booted Story: Brian’s Boots

A guy’s feet, boots and ball-busting. They’ve been a natural combination that have turned
me on ever since I was a kid. I was lucky enough to grow up in a rural area where a lot of
the boys in my school wore cowboy boots, or ocassionally harness boots. I remember that
a lot of these guys also took perverse pleasure in “using” them. I would feel an
unexplained tingling in my adolescent groin whenever I would hear one of them regailing
their friends with fight stories that would include “…and then I nailed him right in the
NUTS with my BOOTS.” There would often be a wicked smile on their face as they
emphasized the words “nuts” and “boots”, and if I was lucky, they would lift their boot up
and rock it at the ankle and maybe flex their toes, to display their weapon of choice. The
story would continue with something like “…and he was on the ground screamin’, and I
was laughing.” I can’t explain it, as someone who is a peacenik at heart, but that kind of
sadistic, male-on-male cruelty, when you UNDERSTAND the pain you are inflicting, is a
real turn-on.

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