CELL MATE - A Gay Erotic Short Story

After a few too many drinks, Lester finds himself in jail.  As if that weren’t bad enough, his temporary cell mate is a monstrous, sadistic bouncer who can’t go a day without hurting someone.

Now, Lester must find a way to survive the night as Steve has his way with him.

This 5,000 word erotic story includes gay themes, mild violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT

I wake up to feel an intense pressure on my neck.  I open my eyes to see Steve’s dirty work boot pressing down on my neck.  I try to push it off, feeling the lug soles with my hands.

I struggle to breathe.  “Please…get off.”

“Sssh!  I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I…can’t…”

He pulls the boot away and drops it on the cell floor.

“…breathe!”  I grab my neck and cough.

“You’re such a wimp.”

“What did you do that for?”

“Just for kicks.  Once you get a guy under your boots, it’s like you can’t get enough.”

“Well, you scared the fuck out of me.”

He turns away, shrugs his broad, muscular shoulders.  “Sorry.”

It’s an empty sorry.  He’s not sorry.  Not in the least.  Now what?

“You almost broke my neck.”

“Almost doesn’t count.  You’re lucky that’s all I did.”

“I don’t understand.  I didn’t fuck with you.  I didn’t do a thing.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“What?  I’m lost – do you get a thrill out of hurting guys or something?”

He turns around and points at me.  “Bingo.”  There’s a big smile on his face.

“So…when you get into bar fights…”

“It’s like heaven, but I get annoyed when I don’t get to beat someone up.”

For a few seconds, everything is quiet as he stares at me.  I can see the hunger in his eyes.

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Timberland Boots Stomp Cream Filled Cakes

If you love boots and chocolate, you will enjoy this video of me stomping 12 cream filled chocolate cakes.

THE PIT - A Gay Erotic Short Story

This has long been one of my fantasies, so I'm glad to share it with all of you.

Lester’s innocent inquiry ends up giving him the opportunity of a lifetime – to be trampled by a group of construction workers on site.

Will Lester be able to survive the onslaught of 50 brutish construction workers as they walk on him without care?

This 4,500 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT

One of the guys yells from a distance. “Hey Mark, that your buddy?”
“Yep!”
“Alright!” He does a little dance. “Time to blow off some steam.”

The big guy follows behind us, and as we get closer, more guys drop what they’re doing and follow. We exit the building in the back where there is a big, wide dirt pit. A crowd of burly construction workers has already gathered. We are surrounded by stark, unfinished concrete buildings, so it has the feel of a prison yard.

“Here he is!” yells Mark. They cheer and clap like I’m a celebrity. I nod at them and smile a bit. I get nervous again.

It’s a vast cross section of manly, blue collar men. There are white men, black men, and Latin men just for starters. They are all relatively young, muscular and dirty. I glance down at their boots and see Timberlands, PRO Timberlands, Caterpillars, loggers, combats, steel toe boots and some I don’t recognize. I see every color of boot: tan, black, gray, and brown. Some boots are so caked with mud, I can’t even tell what they are.

“So, how do you want to do this, Lester?” asks Mark.

“Well, there’s a lot of guys here. Maybe they should, I dunno…get in line?”

“You heard him, guys! Get in line!”

They scramble to get in line as I lay down on the ground. They push and shove each other, yelling and threatening each other until they calm down.

“You ready, Lester?”

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Pound Cake Stomp Photos

Some pics I took after I stomped that stale pound cake back to raw dough. Click to enlarge.

Pound Cake Gets Stomped by Timberlands

I got this stale pound cake and decided that it would be more fun to stomp it flat than just throw it out.

The Corn Muffin Stomp Video

I stomped this corn muffin into a doughy paste under my Timberland boots.  

Here are some stills from the video.  

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THE SHAFTS

This story was told to me by a friend who no longer works in the industry.

WARNING: Contains disturbing imagery.

A friend of mine was working in a high end boutique that sold men’s and women’s clothes.  The women’s line was very popular, but as the men’s line grew, the designer was nominated for a prestigious award.

To celebrate this milestone, the store would throw a big, lavish party.  A caterer was brought in and the main floor was completely re-done.  Eight white male mannequins would be dressed up and displayed on the floor during the party.

Because the store did not yet have its own dedicated men’s shoes, eight pairs of brand new boots were delivered.  These were no ordinary boots.  These were black Wesco Boss engineer boots with lug soles.  

As the interns opened the boxes, the powerful smell of new leather filled the room.  My friend wondered if he might be able to get a pair of these hot boots when the whole affair was over.  One of the boots dropped onto the floor and made the kind of loud, masculine thud only a boot can make.  He had to turn away because he was getting an erection.  

One of the girls assigned to dress the mannequins yelled out “Oh, no.  We have a problem!”  It turned out that the metal bases for these mannequins had poles that stuck upward and were inserted into matching holes in the right ankle of each mannequin.  This meant that the boots could not be used while still allowing them to stand upright.  The boot shafts were in the way.  (The female mannequins had poles that were inserted into the butt cheeks of the mannequins, easily allowing for any type of shoe or boot - how sexist is that?)

With only a few hours before the start of the party and no time to seek out alternate footwear, the decision was made: cut the shafts of the boots down to the ankle to allow the metal support rod to be inserted.

My friend watched in horror as the mutilation began in earnest.  Armed with scissors and box cutters, the evil girls reduced eight beautiful pairs of new Wesco boots to unwearable garbage right before his eyes.

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THE BASEMENT - A Gay Erotic Short Story

Lester insults Sam, the intimidating, 265lb moving man at the furniture store where they work. After Sam demands money in exchange for forgiveness, Lester agrees, but only if Sam will walk on him in his Timberland work boots to “even things out.”

After some initial resistance, Sam agrees, but quickly turns the tables on Lester. What should have been a two minute session snowballs into a brutal stomping in Sam’s windowless basement.

This 4,500 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.


EXCERPT

I lay on the cold tile floor as he approaches. I look up as he stands near my head. He brings the dirty boot over my face. I can see all sorts of crud and garbage stuck in the treads. This man does not watch where he is walking. He grunts as he happily steps on my face and balances all 265lbs on one boot. He bounces and grunts, adding even more weight. The other boot hovers in the air and then lands on my chest, digging in. I can hear him muttering to himself as he begins a slow, heavy grinding of both boots. My head and chest burn from the friction of his monstrous treads and there’s nothing I can do about it. The grinding intensifies as he twists his treads faster and harder. The low ceiling means he can add a ton more weight. He grunts and growls and I think he’s getting aroused by this.

Just when I think I’m going to pass out, he falls back onto the squeaky old couch and exhales. His boots lift up, then drop back down onto me.

“I love doin this.” He marches them on my gut and digs the heels in.

The boots find a comfortable spot on my chest and abdomen as he goes back to watching the basketball game. It gets quiet and I start to wonder if that’s it. The phone rings and big Sam stands up on me, the suddenness of the weight is awesome. I assume he’s going to step over my head, but he deliberately stomps in my face, heavy, all his weight, treads digging in and grinding me beneath on his way to answer the ringing phone in the kitchen. I try to listen to his phone call, but I can’t make out any words. He comes back and walks heavily onto my head and chest again. He plops down on the sofa and goes back to watching TV.

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Fighter Jet Loses the Fight

I destroyed this little red fighter jet with my Timberland boots.  Enjoy!

Timberland Boots Recycling Program

I decided that it would be fun to stomp some recyclables before putting them out for pickup.  Enjoy!  Full video at the bottom.

Four Car Stomp

I stomp four toy cars under my big Timberland boots.   Watch for the bits and pieces that get stuck in the treads.

Silver Car Stomp Video Stills

Here are some stills from this week's Timberland stomp video.

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Timberland Boots Stomp an Egg Carton

I stomp an empty egg carton with my Timberland boots.  Great squeaking and crunching sounds in this one.  Get your headphones on!

Pumpkin Pie Stomp Video

My pie stomp video.  This was fun to do, if not a little dangerous as I started sliding around.  Enjoy!

Cop Stomped

Found this picture online featuring not one, but two cops wearing Nike ACG boots.  Makes me want to get arrested.

Sneak Peek of This Week's Video

Here are a few stills from this week's pie stomping video.  See the full video on Tuesday!

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Spotted on Ebay: Carolina Boots

Saw these on eBay a while back.  They were a steal at $40.00.  I have a new appreciation for Carolina boots now.

Hot Danner Ad

This hot Danner ad had me drooling on my keyboard.  Look at those treads!

Size 18 Timberlands Spotted on Ebay

Saw these hot Timberlands on eBay a while back.  Size 18.  Boy would I love to meet the man who fits these monsters!

Cheap Novelty Sunglasses Get Stomped

I enjoyed stomping these ugly sunglasses flat.  Nice and satisfying pop.

A Red Truck Goes to the Crusher

Boy, was this truck fun to crush.  So brittle and crunchy.  I had to go out and buy another one for a future video.  Enjoy!

Before and After - Heart Shaped Basket Stomp

A nice before and after comparison to showcase what Timberland boots can do to a basket.  

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Full video below

Rice Cakes Suck

I can't stand rice cakes, so I thought this was appropriate treatment of them.  Didn't expect them to be so sticky, though.  

Attacked by Nike ACG boots

This is what happens when you park your stupid car in my spot - I stomp it flat with my Nike ACG boots!

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See the full video below.

Just When You Thought It Was Safe to Fly

I've been very busy making videos lately.  Here is one where I stomp and mash a toy airliner with my Timberland boots.  Enjoy!

THE WAREHOUSE - a gay erotic short story

Lester is captured by Sergeant Di Lorenzo and taken back to the warehouse in handcuffs. This time, he’s brought along Officer Rodriguez, as well as two towering booted brutes – Officer Murphy, a 260lb boxer, and 250lb Brennan, who is an MMA fighter when he’s not fighting crime.

Lester doesn’t know it, but he’s about to have the filthiest encounter yet.

This 4,700 word sequel to “Wrong Part of Town” includes violence, gay themes, language and profanity.

EXCERPT

As big as this SUV is, it’s tight back here between these two giants.  Are these cops or football players?  Their thighs and shoulders press against mine.  They lean into me on turns, mashing me between them.  Their equipment pokes against me.  I smell the leather, the metal.  I want to look at them, but I am nervous.

“You meet your new friends yet, Lester?  Say hello to 6-foot-6 Officer Murphy on your right and six-foot-five Officer Brennan on your left.”

My voice is down to a whisper.  “Nice to meet you both.”

Murphy crosses his big tactical boot.  The dirty sole touches my leg.  He sees me staring.  “Oh, so sorry.”  He presses it into my leg and wipes it.  Brennan laughs. 

As we drive along, Di Lorenzo tells me that Brennan is an MMA fighter and Murphy is a boxer.  I get a lump in my pants when he tells me that Brennan is 250lbs and Murphy is 260. 

It’s me against over 1,000 lbs of cops in riot gear.

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The Basket Stomp Video

My Timberland boots stomp, trample, grind and crush this basket into nothing but strips of wicker. Watch as the boots flatten it, then twist and rip it apart easily. Excellent crunching and thumping sounds on this video.

Timberland Boots Trample a Water Bottle

Just my size 10 Timberlands stomping and crushing a water bottle.

Lester Gibbons on YouTube

Three new videos for your boot fetish pleasure.

Lester Gibbons for Barnes and Noble Nook

All of my current stories are also available at Barnes and Noble, for those of you with Nook e-readers.  Click here to see them.  

DOORMAT - A Gay Erotic Short Story

Lester tries to reason with two big, burly construction workers who are renovating in his building on a quiet Sunday.  After a tense meeting, it becomes apparent that they don’t care for rules – and they don’t care for him.

He hatches a plan to befriend them, but when they turn on him, he learns that you can never be too sorry.

This 4,800 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot related violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT

Mario puts his fists up, and assumes a fighter stance. His tight white t-shirt gets even tighter, showing off all the lovely muscles in his broad back. Louie finishes his beer and throws the can off to the side. They square off and throw comical punches that miss. This gives me the perfect chance to check out their muscular bodies, no doubt built from endless hours of construction. Those biceps aren’t for show. Mario gets Louie in a headlock and they rumble around the bedroom. It’s like watching two giants fight. The downstairs neighbors must be pissed from the noise of these two big fuckers stumbling around, crashing into construction equipment, knocking tools over and stomping around the room.

I can see that the horseplay is getting a little out of hand so I try to sneak past them and put some space between us. Louie trips Mario, which causes him to lose his balance and stumble backward. In an instant, he crashes into me. We slam against the wall together, with me bracing his impact. My face and chest are pressed into his sweaty back for a few, hot seconds. His big work boot heel stomps onto my foot.

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UP AGAINST THE WALL - A Gay Erotic Short Story

Last time Lester met 6’6” 279lb Sergeant Di Lorenzo, he was in his undercover clothes.  Now he’s in his full uniform and wearing a pair of heavy size 14EE Danner police boots that are made for stomping.  Tonight, he needs to blow off some steam.

When Lester finds himself in a deserted alley way with Di Lorenzo, he wonders if he’ll be able to handle the stomping he’s about to get.

This 4,400 word erotic boot fetish story includes mild violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT

He drops a boot onto my upper back. The wet heel is just touching the back of my neck. He brings the other boot up, forcing me to bend forward under his full weight. He turns around, leans on the wall and stands with his boots together on my upper back.

“Now, this is how you treat a prisoner.” I hear the flicking of a lighter. From this vantage point atop my back, he smokes his cigarette. This man knows how to dominate. He stands up on my back and bounces in place, using me as a springboard.

“Oh, yeah. This is what I needed tonight. This is gonna be fun.”

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ROUGH TREADS - A Gay Erotic Short Story

Lester is forced to stay home and wait for the cable guy on a gorgeous Spring day.  When the door bell rings, he realizes that he didn’t know it was possible to be both scared and turned on at the same time.  Alex has looks, a rock hard body, charm, and most important of all, dirty logger boots on his big, wide feet. 

Alone with a powerful stranger, will Lester be able to control his insatiable boot fetish?  And what will happen if he can’t?

This 4,000 word erotic boot fetish short story includes mild violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT

As I continue to leer out the window, I notice that the cherry is actually at the bottom of this cake in the form of a pair of brown Red Wing logger boots. His jeans are partially tucked into them and I feel my mouth go dry. They’re scuffed and dirty with some grease stains on them, but the treads are meaty and thick. Perfection.

“Heaven help me.”

I watch him drag his ladder off the top of his truck and carry it down the block. His muscular arms flex and bulge, but he doesn’t look strained in the least. I feel a hard on begin to surface and if he sees that I might be in trouble. This man looks strong enough to snap my neck with one hand, although if I had to choose a way to die, that would be fine by me. My hard on gets worse.

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WRONG PART OF TOWN - A Gay Erotic Short Story

After a boot fetish session doesn't go as planned, Lester tries to escape a bad neighborhood, only to get stopped by a couple of burly undercover cops who want to know what he’s doing in this part of town. 

When they threaten to arrest him, he has no choice but to reveal the truth – he’s got a fetish for men in boots.  What will these two undercover cops do with this information?

This 4,800 word erotic story includes gay themes, mild violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT

We were at a stoplight now. Di Lorenzo smirks. He crosses his leg to bring his ankle up to his knee. I see that he is wearing a pair of black Nike ACG Goadome boots. They look only about six months old, with just enough wear to look broken in and plenty of tread still on the soles. I can see the dirt in the creases and crevices. There’s a clump of dirt packed in part of the treads near the heel. He looks at the Rodriguez, then at me.

“You like these?”

A cliché lump in my throat surfaces as well as the bulge that I hope they won’t see. There is no way to act like those boots did not turn me on immediately, and especially as worn by a beefy, handsome cop. I want to jump out of the car, but then I realize that the door handles are missing. Now what?

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