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.”


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