On my knees to lick your boots

Harry was 5 or 6 when he first noticed his dad wearing rubber boots to work in the garden. After a rainy day, his father’s boots would get pretty dirty. He usually cleaned them with a powerful hose spray, and the black rubber would sparkle, highlighted by the red border on the sole and at the top. At 8 or 9, Harry volunteered to spray-clean his father’s boots and got a great satisfaction in receiving a thank you hug.

When Harry turned 13 and became a teenager, he asked to get boots similar to the ones his father was wearing. As he opened the gift box, Harry felt some strange feeling, as if he was being tickled in his groin. Alone in his room, he tried his new boots on, tucking his jeans inside and looking at himself in the mirror. It was a decisive moment in his life. Harry got his first hard-on. There was an immediate correlation in his mind: boots and hard dick go hand in hand.

By the time he finished high school, Harry had “flirted” with various types of boots, first as a cadet wearing shiny laced boots, then on a fishing trip in a river where he had to wear hip boots. One day, Harry was browsing in small shabby bookstore.

“Looking for something in particular?”, asked the middle age attendant.

“Not really… well… kind of… I’m interested in boots.”

“What kind of boots? Those worn by military men, firemen, policemen, blue-collar workers or bikers?

“They all sound hot, I mean interesting, maybe military and blue-collar workers.”

Harry was an open book and the attendant knew exactly the right material this young guy wanted, but it was not on the shelf.

“Follow me in the backroom, I think I have something to your liking.”

Once behind closed doors, the attendant opened a box and pulled out a few Tom of Finland books and told Harry to take his time flipping through the pages. He made a wink, gave a quick slap on the butt and went back to the counter. At each page, Harry was in awe. The drawings of muscular guys in tight jeans, huge bulges and tall black boots gave him a hard-on.

His attention was drawn by a particular drawing depicting a handsome virile military man, Nazi style with boots to his knees, keeping a young man on a leash, eager to lick his master’s boots. Harry bought the book and asked the attendant if there was a store in town where he could get leather military boots. The answer was almost coded. “Here’s an address, the store looks ordinary, you won’t see military leather boots on sale, just tell the owner you want Tom of Finland boots, he will bring you to the back store and open a world of fantasy boots.”

On that note, Harry walked quickly to City & Country Men’s Shoes. No boots on display in the window and only a few ordinary Winter boots in a corner. With the Tom of Finland password, he was ushered in what almost looked like a dungeon. The attendant switched the lights on, and six or seven pairs of boots glowed in front of enlarged Tom of Finland drawings. Under each pair, there was a pile of boxes with different sizes. Harry hesitated between engineer boots and harness boots. He sniffed each pair and got an amazing intoxication feeling. He turned around to be sure he was alone in the dungeon, and he licked them lustfully. This triggered an immediate hard-on.

Harry first tried on the lace-less rounded toe engineer boots made of heavy weight leather, with an adjustable leather strap at the ankle; he appreciated the rugged construction and virile look, but felt there was something missing. When he put on the square toe harness boots, he noticed how they had a non-adjustable system of four leather straps and two metal rings on the side of the ankle. This was the plus that made the balance tip in favor of the harness boots. Harry flipped through the Tom of Finland book he had just bought and found extremely erotic drawings of well-hung guys in harness boots. He imagined how these boots would propel him in roleplaying scenarios of bondage, discipline, sadomasochism, dominance and submission.

On his way home with his book and boots, Harry stopped to sit on a bench in a park. It was almost 6 PM and most regulars had left. Seeing no one close by, he put on his harness boots and felt so virile. Suddenly, an older man walked by and surprised Harry by his remark: “If you come to my place, I will be on my knees to lick those hot Wesco harness boots and honor your manhood.”

Harry could not believe what was happening. This handsome man shared his fetish and was offering a hot scenario. He did not hesitate to follow George, who had my now introduced himself with a warm handshake. As soon as Harry was comfortable on the sofa, George started to caress the leather, to sniff it, to moan at every lick. Harry’s cock was hard as rock and George’s bulge was massive.

“Do you also wear boots? I would love to lick them.”, said Harry.

“Follow me in the bedroom, my friend. I will put on my engineer boots and give you a jockstrap to wear. We will be both ready for hot man-to-man pleasure.”

No sooner said than done. Harry and George were licking each other’s boots, caressing each other’s bulge nicely packaged in a jockstrap. The virile odor of leather boosted their libido and they naturally ended up sucking thick juicy joysticks. Harry was cut, thick and not more than 5 inches long. George was uncut, slender with a curve and 7 inches long. Both had a hairy bush. Without any instruction given, the two men positioned themselves to explode on their partner’s boots, giving them a shine and savoring a tasty lick.