Boot Service and More – Chapter 11
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All day Wednesday, I was stuck in my head. I'm lucking that I didn't cut off a thumb or something given that I just kept thinking about getting my balls washed. No chick has ever sucked my `nads like Boot Boy did last night and I don't think I have had that large of a cum load in years. I was so worked up that I nearly passed out when I let loose.
By Wednesday afternoon, I finally came to realize that I should stop thinking about anything other than I enjoyed it. Why not just enjoy this stuff without giving any thing a name or label? Having fun shouldn't be bad if everybody is doing it without being forced or whatever. I should just enjoy things and stop making a big deal over it.
Just as the day was ending, Bubba came over to me and asked what was going on with me. He was actually concerned. "Did that boot guy come over again? Did something happen," he asked.
I invited Bubba over for an after-work beer, and he agreed. When he got to my single wide, I just marched him to the deck and showed him the fridge. He actually didn't say anything. He opened up the freezer and looked in and then opened the fridge side and looked at the beer. He grabbed one of his favorite ones, popped off the cap, and said, "Let's see if there is a game on. I have about a half hour before I got to go home."
"So, what did ya' have to give up to get the big fridge?" he asked without looking at me, but staring at the TV.
"Nothing really. I told the boot licker that I had too much beer in the house and not to bring me a case of beer this week because my fridge was full. I came home and it was there." I told him without mentioning Boot Boy's request to lick my nuts.
"There was more to it, right?" he asked without really asking.
"Okay, it started with him asking me if he could lick my balls. I told him to bring more money, cigars, and fancy beer, but no Bub Light. When I got home, the fridge was here." I responded.
"And he got to lick your sweaty low hangers, right?" he again asked without looking away from the TV. I felt like he was judging me, but really, he didn't ask it in that way.
"Yeah, I pulled my nads out of my fly, and he licked em," I responded.
"And?" he continued.
"And I rubbed one out into my underwear while he did it." I admitted.
"So, you are getting all worked up because there was a tongue on your balls while you nutted? What is the big deal? You did it because it felt good. I don't think you would get a hard on if it didn't feel good. Just get over it and enjoy what you enjoy. And if the fun comes with cash and stuff, then you are the luckiest lazy dumb ass around. You didn't demand a big ass fridge, and it doesn't sound like he will be broke after he gave it to you," he said while still staring at the TV.
I just relaxed in my chair and smiled to myself. Yeah, I was trying to be that honest with myself earlier, but it was different hearing someone else say it out loud.
Once again, he started talking without looking away from the TV, "Sometime, I want to meet your cash cow. I need some extra dough, and want to see my boot print on the side of his face while I piss on him." He wasn't joking and didn't say it in an angry, just sort of a matter-of-fact way. Given that he was readjusting his junk in his pants, I knew he was okay with where I had done with Boot Boy.
As he watched TV, I took another look over at Bubba. I have known him for a bunch of years, because he was a friend of a friend before I started working with him on the house framing crew. He is taller than me at about 6' 2" to my 5' 10" and much stocker than me. I get slimmed done in the summer and he just stays the same all of the time. Even his feet looked a lot bigger than mine but I guess that makes sense given his height.
Now that we had our heart-to-heart regarding having fun without labels or judgements, he was obviously horned up in his work jeans. Now, I will say that I show some dick when I get hard in my wranglers, but he just had a mound of nuts and bolts in his lap. I don't know what was in there, but there must be a lot given what I see now and that his wife is raising his three kids.
We just watched some more of the afternoon baseball game, and then Bubba told me that he should get home before it got too late. And off he went.
I was just relaxing and not overthinking stuff – wasn't even thinking about supper yet. Then, my phone pinged at me. Oh, I bet that is Boot Boy and it was. Once again, he was begging forgiveness about not being able to service me and that he would be gone for a week. I wrote back, "Okay" and was really okay with that. It would give me time to just chill and not get worked up about all that has occurred.
The rest of the week went okay, and I made some money at the poker game on Saturday night. The next week started out uneventfully and when I barely got home from work on Wednesday, my phone pinged. I saw it was Boot Boy so I went to the new fridge for a beer and then sat down to read the email.
"Dear Booted Sir, I have returned from my trip and apologize for my absence from my service duties to you. Again, I respectfully beg your forgiveness. I also humbly ask that I may serve you in whatever capacity that you see fit. Please let me know if that is acceptable. Your Boot Boy."
Huh, I was expecting him to ask for something extra – not that I had given it any thought about what he would ask for. He has done it all by now, right? Well, I guess sucking my dick or fucking his ass are the last two cards in the deck. He has been next to my dick more than a few times now with only my jeans or underwear separating his mouth from my cock. I guess that is just some fabric away from a blowjob, but ass fucking is a stretch – never even did that with a chick!
Without thinking, I wrote emails back, "Bring $100 cash and a dozen cigars. And some fancy beer and a case of Bud light. 7 PM sharp on Thursday night."
As soon as I sent it, I was afraid that I might have gone to far with my requests. Usually if the cash number went up, I was considering letting him lick something new, but he hadn't asked about licking – or sucking – anything new this week.
"Dear Booted Sir, that is very acceptable for the privilege of being under your boots. Your Boot Boy." was his quick response.
Huh, I guess we are all good with the new price.
On Thursday evening, I am sitting on my deck next to trailer home in the June heat. Who would have guessed that by this point in 2019, I would have a new big screen TV and huge fridge on the deck with me all because I looked in the wrong section of Craig's List.
Anyway, I was sweating my nuts off having a beer and slowly smoking a cigar. Because it was so hot, my work clothes that day consisted of a shredded t-shirt, some old gym shorts, a pair of the new underwear that Boot Boy had given me, some worn-out socks that once were white and my better pair of lace-up work boots. Because it was so hot, I had added a bandana headband to keep the sweat from dripping into my eyes or on my safety sunglasses. I kept the bandana on because it was drenched with sweat. With all of the sun that I had been in, my normally brown hair had turned blonde – from the top of my buzz cut head to my arms, chest, and legs. Now I was just a sweaty blonde-y brown fur ball.
This pair of undies from Boot Boy were really different than my normal Fruit of the Loams. These drawers were made of some stretchy slick fabric and had a little pouch for my nuts on the inside of the underwear and then an opening that my cock stuck through into another type of pouch. It was an interesting design that kept the meat and the potatoes away from each other – your junk didn't stick together when ya' sweated. The problem came when I would get hard and if my dick was pointing down, it hurt if I got a woody, but if I pointed north, my dick cock could just slide between the fabric layers. Boot Boy had the right idea on the color because they were a neat camo design on the slick fabric. I guess no one would see me if I went hunting in them.
I was getting into a relaxed mood watching a game on the deck TV when Boot Boy arrived. He parked and quietly walked up onto the deck, darted behind the wall to put the beer into the fridge and then crawled over to me leaving the cash and cigars on the table next to my chair. Soon he was fully prone on the deck with his head between my boots and arms reaching around the outside of my boots. I ignored him for awhile and then raised up my right boot and placed it onto his head. I dropped my left boot onto his shoulder blade.
After a bit, I asked him a question. I have never asked him a question or even heard him talk in all of these visits. I guess a better way of putting it is that I have never let him talk either.
"Would you be interested in servicing the boots of one of my buddies? It would be me and him using ya' at the same time?" was my question.
"If it would please you, it would please me." Boot Boy responded in a moderately deep voice, but he was talking into the deck boards when he spoke so that might be part of the reason.
Well, that was easy enough. I guess Bubba might get his chance to meet Boot Boy.
"Lick my right boot." I commanded.
Boot Boy started out his regular routine of licking around the seam and then all over the boot including the laces. By the time that he had finished the right boot, I was ready for another beer.
"Go get me a Chimay beer or however ya' pronounce that." I instructed him. Off he crawled to the fridge on the other side of the wall and back he crawled with the beer bottle in his hand. It was sort of a three-legged dog crawl which was sort of cute in a fucked-up way. He stopped in front of me and given that I had never had him fetch me beers and never asked him to give me a beer that he fetch, he was stumped on what to do next.
"Crawl over here next to my chair and kneel." I instructed him and that he did.
Boot Boy kneeled there on his knees looking at the side of my body lounging in the chair. I reached over and took the beer from his hand, popped the top and started to sip on it. I just sat there drinking, smoking, and watching TV. More importantly, I was completely ignoring Boot Boy and he did not know what to do. I know he knew that I had not commanded him to go back and lick my other boot or anything else. I really would have liked to see that hamster wheel in his head spin while he was sitting there.
After a few moments, I reached up and took the bandana off my head. I twisted it out in front of me and Boot Boy watched my sweat drip onto the deck. I think I saw him give a quick tongue lick like a hungry dog when I did that. I then turned toward him and tied the bandana over his eyes as a blindfold. For his benefit I drug the fabric up over his nose as I did it so that he could get a whiff of my sweaty hair smell.
After he was blindfolded, I slide closer to the side of my chair plus some more directions until he was nearly touching my chair. I think he knew about where he was, but I don't think he knew why. At first, I wasn't sure what I was going to do to him having him this close to me either.
I let him stew a bit next to me – he didn't know I was looking at him sit there. What was interesting to see was that he had sweated through the front of his fancy white shirt and the deck dust was stuck to it from earlier. The same was true for his thighs. His sweat was actually still seeping through the shirt making the dust look even darker.
I just kept looking over my right shoulder at him seeing him sweat when I noticed that my right pit was dripping wet too. With my head turned, I was getting a whiff of my arm pit and decided that Boot Boy should take in a whiff as well. I slowly raised my arm and rested my forearm behind my head. This place my pit about 6 inches from his face, and I just leaned over toward him until I my pit was about 1 inch from his nose.
I think he felt the heat of my arm pit first and then he took in a big sniff followed by a series of deep inhales. He acted like those would be the last breathes he would every have. I think he was getting off on blue collar pit sweat just like he got off on working man feet sweat.
I leaned in a bit more until the wet pit fur touched his nose. His body gave an involuntary shake, but he soon figured out what was happening and he froze again. I know he won't want to fuck up this opportunity.
"Stick out you tongue slowly," I whispered at him.
Slowly his tongue came out of his mouth and it soon was driving into the sweaty pit hair until it stopped at my skin.
"Freeze" I instructed him.
I let him just stay like that with his tongue sticking out and into my pit, and the drops of sweat in my arm pit hair dropping onto his tongue.
"Start licking," I finally commanded him. And he slowly started licking and twirling my pit hair with his tongue. Every few licks he would draw his tongue into his mouth to enjoy the sweat that had collected on it. I let him have his fun for awhile and then reached over with my left had and slowly pulled his face into my right pit until his whole mouth was covered up. He was still licking but now was sucking on my pit hair and skin too. I let him have his first feast for the evening.
I took my left hand off the back of his head, and on a lark, I reached down to his chest and pinched his right nipple. His sweat had made his nip obvious and I took it between my thumb and index finger and pinched down and with a quick release, I moved my fingers so that my nails pinched in his flesh. He gave a jerk with the first pinch, but Boot Boy leaned into my fingers when my nails bit into his nip.
I gave a laugh inside and let him have his fun for a minute or so and then pushed his face out of my pit and released his nip. He slumped back on his heals panting. When he had caught his breath, I ordered him to crawl between my legs. He got back onto all fours and sort of groped his way from the side of my chair to the front of the chair. When he was mostly between my legs I gave my next command.
"Lick my left leg from my boot to my balls," I instructed Boot Boy.
He sought out my left boot with his hands and then, bent down to start his licking and the bottom of my heal and worked his way up: covering the heal, over the uppers, onto the edge of my exposed sock and then onto the hairy skin of my leg. He slowly licked my sweaty leg flesh, alternating from licking to sucking the sweat off with his mouth and then licking again. Like before, he slowed down as his tongue made it to the top of my thigh. Soon his face was getting tangled up in the fabric of my old gym shorts. Because he couldn't see what he was doing it too some effort until his nose was between the shorts' fabric and my skin. He bent back his head back so that he could drive his face into my crotch until his face was stopped by my underwear covered nuts. I let him take in a few sniffs and even give my underwear a lick.
"Start back down my leg," I told him before he got too spoiled in my crotch.
Boot Boy licked down my leg and made it back to my heal.
"Untie my left boot," I instructed him. And he was able to do it with his tongue and teeth.
"Raise up," I said. Boot Boy dropped his ass onto his heals and rested.
I toed off my left boot and raised my foot up to that I could place it fully onto his face. He leaned into my sweaty sock and sniffing the fabric like it was fine wine. The discolored fabric was soaked and I knew he needed to suck the sweat out of it.
"Hold up my foot and suck the sweat out of my sock," I commanded.
In a heartbeat, he grabbed my foot and held it gently but firmly so that he could suck the sweat out of it. The licking and sucking went on for a few minutes and then I told him to release my foot. I dropped my foot to the deck and told him to pull my sock off with his mouth. He readily complied. With my sock off, I was ready for something different. While Boot Boy rested kneeling on his heels, I quietly stood up and dropped my gym shorts and tossed them behind my chair. I quietly just sat back down.
"Lick my toes and work your way up the front of my left leg," I instructed him.
He obediently licked each of my toes and even gave them a good sucking. I nearly climbed out of my chair with the sensations. I managed to sit still enough and he moved to licking the top of my foot arch and then the front of my calf. He was really getting off on licking the fur on my lower leg – it must have been extra sweaty. But he continued up to my knee cap which it swirled his tongue around and over for a bit.
When he got to the top of my thigh, he was back to enjoying my leg hair and its sweat and soon his nose was bumping into my torse when he got to the top of my leg. I let him lick the junction of my sweaty slick underwear and my furry thigh.
Boot Boy gave a bit of a flinch with I grabbed his blindfolded head and slide his face from my thigh over to my crotch. I let him sniff and lick the fabric of the camo underwear that he had gifted me. I don't know if he knew which pair he was licking, but it was obvious that my cock in its fabric underwear room was at full hard on. I just moved his face around over my cock and then my nuts and over to the grove where my ball pouch hit my thigh and then back over everything again.
His face was probably full covered in my ball sweat and crotch smell. I bet tomorrow when he inhaled through his nose, he would think he was in a locker room with my stink lingering on his face.
I pushed his blindfolded face off my junk and flexed my legs together to lock his head between my knees. That gave me two free hands to pull the fabric covering my cock up and over my cock so that my dick was standing proud of the rest of my underwear and all it contained. It was actually a hot scene looking down at my hard on point up to my belly button and his face locked between my knees.
Given that I have only about 6.5 inches of cock length, I didn't need to worry about my cock actually touching my belly button. I have been told the best attribute of my cut dick is that it is a healthy thickness with a nice profound head. The ridges of my cock head have rubbed some nice places in the chicks that I have fucked in the past.
But now, I wanted to feel my sweat dick slide into this boot licking man's mouth and throat. I wanted to drill it so far in that he twitched when his nose was buried in my crotch hair. I wanted to see his spit dripping out of his mouth while I face fuck him. I wanted him to know that his mouth and throat were mine to use.
I reached down and grabbed the top of his head hair with my left hand and released his head from my knee prison. I put my right hand on the back of his head and help his face still as I stood up and raised his ass off his heals. I think he knew something big was going to happen. I brought his face to the bottom of my underwear and he started to feel the heat from my body.
I moved my left hand off of the top of his head and grasped his head with both hands and covered his ears. I pulled him forward and told him to stick out his tongue and he surprisingly heard that through my hands cupping his ears. I directed his tongue to the stem of my cock and slowly lifted up his head dragging his tongue up to the head of my cock. I stopped his face when his tongue hit the ridge of my cock head.
I moaned and he moaned while all of this was going on. I hadn't had a mouth on my dick in a long time and this was feeling really good. Fucking awesome actually – I liked using this man for my pleasure. It was nice not to be nice I thought to myself. I was just going to use his mouth and throat hard and deep.
I moved my left hand back to the top of his head and grabbed a wad of hair again, and when I had some good control, I pushed my hard cock down from vertical to horizontal with my right hand. As I held my sweaty, pre-cum dripping dick, I pulled his head forward.
"Stick out your tongue," I barked at him. I think he was thinking he was going to be doing some licking, but I was past that need – needed a wet sloppy mouth to drill.
I pulled him in to my groin and aimed my cock at his open mouth and wagging tongue. His tongue acted like a ramp for me to slide right past his teeth and fully into his throat. He was surprised with the quick drive and pulled back a little with a gag. I wasn't having any of that so I gripped his hair harder and pulled him back onto my prick. I released my right hand because my pecker was well situated in this sloppy hole.
The last push placed his tongue onto my balls which were still steaming hot in my underwear, but he got to lick the slick fabric of my drawers. I started a slow repeat of pulling his face nearly off my cock and then right back down until his nose was deep in my sweaty pubic hair. Every once in a while, I would stop the motion. Sometimes the stopping point would be with only my pecker head in his mouth. Sometime I would randomly stop with part of my cock in his throat and he was able to swipe his tongue around my shaft. The best place to stop was with my dick deep in his gullet shutting off his air.
One of those times, his teeth actually bit down on my some. I yanked my cock out of this mouth and gave him a slap across the face with my right hand. "No Teeth, asshole!" I shouted.
I did it out of reflex and left a hand print on his face. I felt bad about that for a minute or so, but as soon as I slide my tool back in his mouth, I felt him moan around it. I don't think he minded the slap that much.
So, my random stops slowly became a single location – as deep as I could get into his throat. I never tried this with a chick because I liked the chicks that I dated, but with him, I really enjoyed that point where he would start to tremble due to the lack of air. He never used his hands to pull away, but his head would jerk around some. I just kept a good grasp of his head and savored this throat and mouth spasms that rippled along my cock.
I had never had a blow job where the back of a throat was grasping the head of my cock. Most BJs were just a wet lip ring going up and down my shaft – which is great – but not the same as truly fucking a mouth and throat. I was seeing why guys liked to get sucked off my men. You didn't need to be gentle or any of that shit.
I was really liking this blowjob but my legs were getting weak so I walked backward a couple of steps and sat down while I kept Boot Boy's face tight to my crotch. He knees walked forward with me and now had his head directly over my junk. This made it a lot easier to control the depth of my prick in his throat.
I was having a really good time just stroking my dick with Boot Boy's mouth and throat. I even reached over a grabbed my beer or cigar at times. But all good things have to come to an end, and my end was going to be dropping a load of cum.
I pulled his head down hard on my cock a few more times and then grasped his head with both hands for the last few drives. I pulled his face down tight to my crotch and counted to 5 – that's about when he would gag and thrash. I yanked him completely off my dick and then back down I would slide my shaft into his mouth and throat. I'd count to 7. Off my cock again. Count to 10. I worked it up to 15 and then I knew I was ready to shoot into his sloppy mouth. The spit was draining out of the corners of his mouth and snot was draining from his nose holes.
"This is it ass wipe!" I shouted and pulled him down onto my prick for one last time. I started to shoot into his mouth and his whole body started to quiver, partly from me cumming and mostly from the lack of oxygen. He had given up on fighting me by this point.
I blew that last of my cum into his gullet and yanked him off my cock. My dick just bobbed around dripping my baby makers onto the slick camo fabric of my underwear while Boot Boy just slumped onto the deck. His blindfold had mostly slide off by now given the rough face fucking that I had given him.
We both gave a deep sign with me sprawled out in my chair looking at the ceiling and Boot Boy sitting back on his heals on the deck looking at my well slobbered dick. I think we both just got what we needed most.
I kept looking at the ceiling while I ask Boot Boy a question. We had broken the "no talking" rule so why go back.
"July 4th is next Thursday. Do you want to come over in the afternoon and service me and my buddy Bubba? We have a motorcycle ride planned for the morning with a cookout for lunch so I'm sure we both will be ready for some relaxation by the late afternoon."
"Sir, that would be more than acceptable to your lowly Boot Boy," he responded.
"Okay," was my response followed with, "Get the hell off my deck before I kick your nuts up into your throat."
Boot Boy scampered off the deck while I stared at the ceiling and off he drove into the night.