Always so hot when a guy wears his work boots to work
Monday, November 23, 2015
Some Guys Have All the Fun
A lot of hotness going on here. Hot boots, attitude, and total domination!
A Hot Lineup
Nope, I don't know where this picture came from and I don't know who these guys are, but I would pay good money to have the four of them stand on me at once - for days.
Danner Super Quarry boots
Never heard of these before but came across them on eBay. SO hot! Would love to meet the guy who wore these bad boys. Size 13 EE. Woof!
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Lineman Boots
I was doing a search for "lineman boots" and came across this. It wasn't until I downloaded it that I realized how incredible the resolution is.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
STRONG ARM OF THE LAW - A Gay Erotic Short Story
Lester tries to reconnect with Sergeant Di Lorenzo after months of silence, only to get on his bad side when he shows up at his precinct.
After pleading with Di Lorenzo for a second chance, Lester finds himself captured and beaten by a group of gangsters who aren’t exactly happy to see him at their house in the middle of the night.
Will Lester survive the night and reunite with Di Lorenzo?
This 5,800 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT:
I force a smile, but it feels more like a
grimace. I follow him to the back of the
station, feeling like I’ve just picked up a stripper for a private show in the
back room of some seedy bar. He has to
be using steroids now, because he’s even larger than I remember. As I trail behind him, I get an incredible
view of his broad, muscular back, massive arms and trim waist. I see details that weren’t apparent in the
dim light of the crack house, but are on full display here under the
fluorescent lights.
His uniform bulges in all the right places. Even with his gun belt, cuffs and other accessories
on, I can see how nicely shaped his ass has become.
I glance down, only briefly, to see the wonderful size
14 Belleville tactical boots he’s wearing today. I think it’s the same pair he stomped me with
back in that deserted alley on that hot, rainy night.
His arms – oh my God his arms. If they were any tighter in his shirt
sleeves, he’d have to just sleep with his uniform on. I can imagine him flexing and ripping his
shirt to shreds.
He leads me down a long, dim hallway that gets darker
the further we go. I’m starting to think
that this isn’t where they keep the t-shirts.
At the end is a metal door, which leads to a staircase. His powerful boots clomp noisily as he leads
me down to the basement to another door at the end of yet another quiet
hallway. He doesn’t say a word.
He turns the handle and flicks on the fluorescent
lights in the empty room.
“Have a seat.” Look at that, he doesn’t sound pissed at
all. Maybe he’s had time to think about
things and has forgiven me?
I turn around and he closes the door with a slam.
Maybe not.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
THE BAR - A Gay Erotic Short Story
It’s “Boot Day” at the Leather Vest. Lester is booted up and ready for some action.
After an encounter with a sadistic bartender, he finds even more excitement in the bar’s basement, and meets two huge muscle bears who are more than willing to give him what he wants.
But the bar’s angry bouncer is determined to ruin Lester’s good time.
This 5,600 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT:
The bartender on this floor is a burly muscle bear in a
leather vest and jeans. He is almost as tall
and wide as the massive bouncer out front.
I approach the bar and linger a bit before ordering so I can check out
his beefy arms and bulging chest.
He acknowledges me with a quick nod. “What can I get you?” He leans in so he can hear me over the loud
music. I take a discreet whiff of his
leather vest.
“A Heineken. Thanks.”
I watch him dig around the cooler and pop the top off before
sliding the glistening green bottle towards me with his meaty, wet hand. I try to peer over the bar to see what boots
he’s wearing, but it’s too dark. As he
slides my change across the bar, I tell him to keep it. Then I go in for the kill.
“What kind of boots you wearin tonight?”
He backs away and for a second I think I’ve offended
him. His leg rises up and drops his huge
black logger boot onto the bar with enough force to rattle all the nearby
bottles and glasses.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a logger boot that big and
wide. The treads are deep and dripping wet
from walking behind the bar. He moves
the boot around so I can examine all sides.
“Very hot, man. Very
hot. What size are they?”
“Thanks, buddy.
Fourteen. Wide.”
The boot and the massive leg disappear behind the bar and I
feel cheated. I need more than a quick
glance.
I motion for him to come closer so I can ask him something.
“Those are beautiful.
I want you to walk on me in those.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind
lying on the floor behind the bar.”
“Think you can handle it?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I can.”
I’m getting short of breath now.
He looks around to make sure the coast is clear.
“Come on.”
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
THE TRAILER - A Gay Erotic Short Story
In this highly charged sequel to The Pit, Lester finds
himself back at the construction site where he endured a brutal 50 man
trampling a few months prior.
This time he’s spending the day, and the guys have lots more
sadistic ideas to implement as they use him for their own pleasure. As the day wears on and he struggles to
survive their abuse, he’ll meet an unlikely ally who will change everything.
This 5,600 word erotic boot fetish story includes
boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT:
He
catches me staring. “You like my boots,
huh? Get a better look!” He steps right onto my face and presses down
hard, not moving. The lugs dig in, and I
feel like my skull is going to shatter against the hard dirt floor. He pulls the boot off and hovers over
me. “Ooh, nice boot print.”
The
boot comes down on my face again and he leans in with all his weight, lifting
the other one in the air. I see stars
under his 250 lb weight. He walks off
and disappears.
I
now realize that this is going to be a long day. I wipe the dirt away from my eyes and look up
at the other workers who are watching me, like hungry beasts. I avert my eyes, hoping they will spare me.
A
burly Latino man walks up to me and I brace for impact as steps over me and
straddles my chest. He doesn’t say a
word as he pours his lukewarm coffee onto my head. The cup falls onto my face and bounces
off. He lifts his massive logger boot
high over my face as I wonder how many of my teeth he’s about to shatter.
The
boot falls, and crushes the paper cup next to my head. I can’t help but watch as he takes his time
to grind it into the dirt with his filthy, steel-toed boot.
“You
got lucky, bitch. That coulda been you.”
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