Boot Service and More – Chapter 7
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My poker buddies started asking me where all of the beer was coming from – sometime I brought fancy beer with names none of us could pronounce and now a case of Bud Light. I just tried to ignore answering them and finally just said that I received them as gift. That didn't stop the questions, but luckily everyone's attention went back to the cards so I didn't need to fully answer.
On Saturday afternoon, my poker buddy, Bubba, was helping me upgrade my deck with some better walls so that I could truly use the deck as late into the fall as possible. Bubba asked what was the full story about the beer – he wasn't real smart, but not a fool either. I really needed to tell someone about the freak show that I had been hosting on that deck twice a week. So, I told him a partial story – I told him about the Craig's List ad, the cash and beer that I would be given, and the boot cleaning that I received. I left out the part about Boot Boy licking my socks and bare feet, and also him drinking my piss and spit.
I didn't know if Bubba would give me shit for it or not, but he actually told me that he was jealous that I found the easiest way to earn cash and beer ever. He knew his wife would never let him do anything like that but told me Go for it' and Milk this fucker for all I can get.' I just laughed and said I would. And the end of the conversation, I sort of heard Bubba suggest that I should have this cash cow service the poker game. We had to use the nail gun so the noise stopped the conversation.
So, after Bubba left, I had better walls around the outside of the deck. One end of the deck was set aside for a poker / dining table with a wall separating it from the other end where there was a sitting area. We left enough space in the sitting area for a small wood stove to heat the space. There was also enough space in the table area for a bar counter along the new wall. We even planned out electric for future plugs and maybe even a wall-mounted TV for the sitting area. Some of the wiring was run but I hadn't finished installing the outlets and such. Bubba was going to come back next week and help me with that. I would have to save up a bunch for a future wall-mounted TN.
On Sunday night (as I expected), Boot Boy sent me an email, "Dear Booted Sir, I would be honored to be at your service at your convenience. If it would please you sir, I would be honored to lick your motorcycle chaps. Your Boot Boy."
Huh, I didn't see that one coming. I had forgotten that I had sent him the pic of me on my motorcycle wearing boots, chaps and my leather vest. So, I waited for about 30 minutes and responded, "Bring $30 with the case of Bud Light and the fancy beer and I might let you service my chaps." I received a response nearly immediately agreeing to my suggestion.
Well, Tuesday should be interesting at minimum.
Luckily, Tuesday ended up being a short day so when I got home, I changed into a pair of tight wranglers, my leather chaps, engineer boots, and my vest (without a shirt). I had decided that if I was going to wear my chaps for his enjoyment, I should have some fun too. I went for an hour-long ride through the backcountry roads. It felt nice to have a weekday ride going up and down the hills under the shady trees and sunny spots. I was really lucky to live in Edison County – it was almost like living in a state park with its shady tree-lined roads.
I got home and was a bit sweaty. My jeans were sweat soaked and given that I wasn't wearing underwear the sweat stained my butt and crotch. The sweat was also running out of my pits and down my body. I never wear deodorant or anything like that so I sweat like a man not a prissy city guy. I have missed out on more than a few girl friends or dates, because I just "smell too much." Fuck `em!
I was finishing up a sandwich and my first beer just as Boot Boy was arriving. With the changes on the deck, it was tough to set up the little TV for me to watch. I really needed a wall-mounted television and this little one would not do the job. It was pretty obvious that the sitting area needed some changes, but everything with time – and money.
Boot Boy dropped off the cash and beer and took his position between my chap covered legs and motorcycle boots. I just sat back and opened one of the new beers watching a baseball game. I let him just stew on the deck with his eyes looking from side to side trying to take in my boots and chaps.
After a 15 minutes period (I really wanted him to get wound up like a clock), I ordered him to lick my right boot but only the boot. Given that my chaps covered up most of the upper portion of my boots, he didn't have much to work on, but more importantly, he would be staring at my chaps' leather. One time, he strayed and licked part of the bottom of my chap leather and I gave him a tap with my left boot and told him `not yet."
Boot Boy did a pretty good job on my right boot and then I told him that he had my permission to lick my chaps. He rose up on his elbows and started licking from the boot up to my knee. Once again, I don't have a clue what might be accumulating on his tongue – road dust, dried gasoline and oil splashes, and probably some dried beer too from after-ride parties. Hell, there might be dried piss on the bottom of the chaps from taking a whiz by the side of the back roads. WTF – if that is his kink, I don't care as long as the cash and beer flow to me.
I instructed him to work the left boot and this time he took it upon himself to lick my boot and also my chaps. I shouted only the boot and stepped on his right hand pretty hard. Most men would shout having their hand squashed, but Boot Boy just gave a moan. I need to remember that pain gets him off – it is so messed up!
I didn't give him permission to lick my chaps for a good long time. "When ya' don't follow commands, ya don't get privileges!" I told him.
After 15 minutes of boot licking, my left one was dripping in spit and my right one had left a good imprint in the top of his hand. So, I gave him permission to lick my chaps and he was very careful to only go up to my knee.
Boot Boy was really giving me a pretty good massage through the chaps' leather and wranglers. At times, I even got a shiver from the sensation, and the start of a boner. I gave a smirk knowing that this rich ass guy has been licking this working man's boots and now this guy was licking up crude from my chaps. In the back of my mind, I thought that I should use leather conditioner on my chaps now that they will be clean. Well, maybe I should have Boot Boy take home my chaps and clean them and condition them.
And speaking of chaps, something that I have noticed in some porn videos is that they don't wear real chaps. Yes, they are made of leather and look pretty nice but they aren't ones meant to be worn on a bike. Real motorcycle chaps have the zipper on the outside of the leg, not the inside. Outside zippers keep the zipper away from painted parts of the motorcycle. Inside zippers might look pretty but you would scratch the hell out of your bike!
Boot Boy had done a good job on my left leg from the knee to the boot, but I wasn't sure what I wanted him to lick. Do I let him lick my thigh leather? Should that happen while I'm sitting down which would be awkward given the sides of the chair? Or do I stand up and let him get on his knees and lick my chaps from the boots to my belt?
I wasn't too drunk so I decided I should stand up and let him continue to lick clean my left chap leg. I instructed him to resume the position (head on the deck, hands wide spread), and I stood up. I placed both of my boot soles on his hands and pressed firmly and told him, "I am giving you permission to lick the zipper of my left leg from the boot to the belt. If you do that well, I may let you widen the swipes, but if you stray in any way that I do not find acceptable, you will be kicked in the face and never return. Do you understand?"
Boot Boy barely raised his head off the deck and in a hoarse whisper said, "Sir, yes Sir. I would be honored to service anything that you will allow me and I understand your requirements fully."
"Okay, start with my left leg."
He crawled around to my left side and placed his tongue on the zipper pull and licked the zipper from the boot slowly to the belt while he rose to his knees. I don't know if it was the sensation of the lick or knowing that I was controlling this guy, but I started to get hard again. My cock couldn't get real hard given that my chaps prevented my dick from going down my leg or across my thigh. My cock just sort of balled up in my jeans. That hurt!
So, I took my hand and adjusted my cock so it was pointed up and not bent in a weird way. Boot Boy was at a belt height lick when I adjusted which also required a quick knee flex to get my cock in position. I know that he got an eye full of my dick mound. Cock and sex and such had never come up at any time up to this point. Yes, Boot Boy messed up his pants almost every time that he visited, but his cock never was seen. I had taken my cock out to piss but he had never seen my cock pissing on him. I almost think we might be entering a new area, but I wasn't ready to walk through that door!
I told Boot Boy that he could lick the side of my left chap, and he began by taking a swipe on either side of the zipper and then moved over a tongue's width and too another swipe. This continued until he was able cover the whole side of my chaps.
"Okay, you can lick the back of my chaps."
I turned to my right so that Boot Boy could lick from my boot to the top of my chaps just under my ass. The first couple of swipes were fine and felt really good as he traveled over my calf and back of my thigh. But as he moved across the leather his nose started hitting my jean covered butt. When he was in the middle of the back of my leg, his tongue traveled slowly from my boot heal to the top of my chap, and I would swear that he stalled at the top and licked not up and down, but back and forth where the leather seam met my wranglers.
I don't have some flat ass – I got a fat ass. Some chicks have told me that they like a man who have sturdy legs and ass like me. My butt does stick out past my chaps so it was only inevitably that he would run into it. This also put his nose into my jeans, my sweat-soaked, overly worn jeans. The wranglers were still damp from my motorcycle ride from that afternoon. His licking continued until I felt that he was getting too close to the inside of the chaps and that would be just too freaking weird for me.
I told Boot Boy that he could lick the side and back of my right leg chap, and he knee walked around me to get into position. He repeated the process fully from the zipper licking, to the sides around the zipper and then around the back of my leg. I kept watching the ballgame, drinking beers, and smoking another cigar.
When he got to the near inside of my leg, I told him to stop and get into the position – in front of me and face planted on the deck. I was really torn about having him lick the front of my jeans. I really was enjoying the massage and sensation of the licking and liked it enough that I was still sporting a boner from it. If Boot Boy licked the front of my chaps, he would see my hard-on and might get the wrong idea about what was going on here.
There is one way of getting my chaps cleaned and not worrying about what he sees blindfold him. So, I pulled my red Hankey from pocket and bent down and blindfolded him while he was facing the deck. He passively laid there while I knotted it behind his head.
"Get on your knees." "I'm gonna move forward and you can lick the front of my left leg."
I moved forward and his face bumped into the front of my left thigh. Boot Boy leaned into my leg and started licking down my leg to my boot and returned up. He worked his way up and down toward the outside of my leg and then started back in the center and started working toward the inside. Once again as he got to the inside portion of my chaps, his tongue seemed to linger at the top of my chap.
"Stop!" I commanded which he did. And I was torn because I could feel his breath through my jeans onto my cock and balls when he stalled at the top of my chaps. I took a couple of breaths and re-arranged my cock in front of his blindfolded face. I moved to the side so that my right leg was in front of him.
"Okay, work on my right leg."
He leaned forward slightly as I move towards him. Boot Boy started the same routine by licking up and down as he progressed toward the outside of my leg. Then he slid over to the middle and started moving toward the inside of my legs one swipe up and down at a time.
This time when he got to the top near my crotch, his nose brushed over my hard jeans-covered cock. I had moved my dick to my right thigh when I had re-arranged it and not thinking about how he might run into it. What would have been the final pass placed his mouth on the top seam of my chaps and his nose fully into my nuts and dick. He stalled out and just breathed in whatever sweat smell that I might be giving off. Yep, the crotch was well soaked from the ride because I had no underwear on between my cock and balls and the jeans. Also, I had worn these wranglers more than once and pulled them from the dirty laundry pile in my closet. If something makes it into that pile, it needs a washin'!
He just kept his face there breathing in whatever scent I was giving off. Feeling his breath, or better word, snorts, hitting my junk just got me harder. FUCK! This is just too much. I tossed my cigar into the ash tray and set down my beer and just grabbed his head and pulled it into my crotch. I clamped my hands onto his face in such a way that he couldn't open his mouth but he could still breathe. I just pulled his face across my cock and balls from one side of the chaps to the other, just rubbing my sweaty junk into his face. I was using his face like a towel to rub my sweat around and perhaps for his benefit, he was getting to know my stink up close and personal.
I rubbed his face over my crotch several time and just got harder knowing that I was controlling this blindfolded, boot licking, ass sniffer. Hell! I got some ass left that he didn't sniff. So, I straddled his body moving my crotch over his face until my ass was fully onto his face. In this position his arms were behind him both holding himself up and helping to push his face into place where the jean seams all meet!
I locked my legs on to his face and kept moving forward until his mouth was truly under my asshole and his nose was in deep in my taint. I just stood there, flexing my ass and thighs around his head. To get his head in this position, I had to release some of the control that I had on his skull. This meant he could use more of his face beyond just breathing in sweaty motorcycle-riding, working man crotch.
Then, I felt it! His tongue was licking and rubbing my jean covered ass. He was swiping back and forth, side to side over my asshole area. I bolted up and released his head even more which I guess gave him permission to keep it up. Ahh, man! This actually felt good. Really good! I let him just lick around butt and moved a little side to side so that he could lick from one chap to the other.
I started to move back so that he could lick my sweaty taint - which he did! Now my wranglers were not only sweat soaked, they were spit soaked as too. But just as it got soggy, he would suck the sweat and spit back out of my jeans. He was feasting on my sweat and ball scent.
I kept moving back until his face had moved up into the front of my crotch. I grabbed his head, not to pull his face away but to direct it better. Side to side from chap seam to chap seam. Up and down over my balls and cock. I was at the point that I didn't care if he felt my cock or balls on his face. I needed to use his face like a jack off sock – just rubbing my junk hard.
Boot Boy was just keeping his mouth open and nose snorting as I was moving his face where I wanted it. But pretty soon I was at the point of no return. My hard as a rock, 6.5 inch cut cock as ready to blast off in my jeans. The fat head of my dick was getting rubbed raw by the inside of my wranglers even with the sweat and spit soaking through them. I just held Boot Boy's face still and raise and lowered my crotch over his face and then it happened ...
I pulled his face off my junk and just let out a moan and shot my load in my jeans. I was moaning and groaning; my knees were getting weak; and I was sort of using Boot Boys head for balance so that I not fall over. I just flexed my knees and legs while my spooge soaked into my jeans.
I finally let go of his head and stumbled back and sat down in my plastic deck chair. I dropped so hard, I'm lucky that I didn't break the legs of this cheap ass chair. I had pulled back just in time to make sure that my cum didn't get on his face, even though it was soaking through my wranglers.
My breath was coming back to normal and I noticed that Boot Boy was breathing hard too. I guess I wasn't the only one who got off of the scene, and as well, not the only one who dropped a load in his trousers. Boot Boy's fancy suit pants had a wet spot and this time it wasn't just wet, there was white cum dripping down the front of them. He actually pushed a load through the fabric and you could see the cum drops. We both were breathing normal and I ordered him to resume the position. He nearly fell down with his forehead planted into the deck I stood up and placed a boot on one hand and took a knee with the other leg. I reached down and untied his blindfold.
I stood up and commanded, "Keep your head down and get the fuck out of here!"
I added a grinding motion with my boot on the hand under it and with the oher boot I gave his head a slight kick. Nothing that would do and damage, but it did startle him.
Boot Boy kept his head down and crawled on his knees and elbows to the deck stairs and stood up and walked as fast as possible to his car. And off he went.
This was just too freaking weird for me! But even weirder I liked using him as a boot licker, ass sniffer, and dick wipe.