Fall is HERE and that means Boots Season is here. Continue reading “Bootsighting At School”
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”
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
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”
It has been a Long Long time since I post my photos. I had been really busy with everything. I am still wearing my tall boots everyday. This is my new outfit for this new school year.
Polo, T-shirts with slim cords pants and my tall 17 inches Chippewa Engineer boots (Size 9).
Stay tuned and I will post more pics. Thank you for your supports.