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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A rubber boots guy Encounter

Tonight was probably the craziest encounter in my life. I was working alone in the library and suddenly I saw a white guy in grey sweatshirt wearing a pair of black knee-high rubber boots and studying. My heart was beating so fast and I obviously had a big turn on in my pants.  His boots looked like those rubber boots that workers in Supermarket would wear. He has dark brown hair, half bald hair. He seemed like in his late-20 years old. He was really serious on his paper. I really wanted to say “Nice boots” to him and just get down and take some photos of his boots. His boots were awesome, I really liked the brown heel. They were really basic boots and wore by him. I had my lace up boots on my feet. We were the only people in the library and who were wearing boots. I had a few times that really to talk to him. My heart just felt like going to expose. I really wanted to talk to him, and I started to imagine what would happen. Would he let me take off his boots? Would he want to be friend with me? Is he nice? Is he going to talk to me? I don’t know. All I could think off was the sweat inside rubber boots and the aroma of his feet with rubber. I really wanted to touch them, feel them, and take them off from him. I had a huge bulge in my pants already. He went up to the bathroom and walked back, his boots are so hot. I know I have to talk to him, and I could not focus on my study. Continue reading “A rubber boots guy Encounter”

Wearing my knee high engineer boots at a park


It was nice today and so I wore my knee high engineer boots to a local park. I was walking in them tucked in my grey slim fit jeans with my confident. There were lots of people passing by me but I did not care. I just have a feeling that I can wear whatever I wants and I was enjoying the moment. I just love to wear my Chippewa Engineer boots everywhere now. Here are the closeups of my boots. They are JUST DAMN comfortable. Thank for a bootman in Seattle so I can wear them. 

Crossing my legs!

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