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Nigerian Joe

I was talking to a guy on a certain unnamed dating site, hoping to meet some new people and maybe have some fun. 

Here's the thing about this particular site: it's full of assholes - brimming with them.  If I reach out to 13 guys, 10 will ignore me, 2 will block me and 1 will tell me to go fuck myself.  But still, I persist, because I never seem to learn my lesson.  I'm also horny 95% percent of the time. 

We got to talking and "Joe" accused me of ignoring him the last time we spoke.  Honestly, I didn't remember much about him.  This particular site deletes conversations after 10 days unless you subscribe.  I'm pretty sure that subscribing is not going to magically unlock the hidden portion of the site where the hot guys hang out who are nice and don't get impatient while you try to find out if they are serial killers, so I'll pass.

As we continued our chat, Joe revealed that most guys dodge him when he asks to borrow a few bucks. 

Oh, here we go. 

Years ago, at the start of the internet, some gay guy must have agreed to give a straight man money in exchange for nothing at all and now we have an epidemic of straight men bleeding gay guys dry just for the honor of talking to them.

Conveniently, Joe is also out of work.  I'm pretty sure that's what he told me last time when he asked for money.  For the record, I can't stand these sob stories, especially when you get a selfie that includes a fancy looking watch and a pinkie ring.

I wasn't buying his sob story, so I decided to offer advice and told him to try temping, but he scoffed at the idea of a temp job. 

Whatever, Joe.

Still, he continued to ask for money and I tried to steer the conversation into my pants.  He asked me if I wanted him to be my master.  So I said, "Yes," just to see his response.

"Then your master orders you to send over that money now!"  How many of you saw that coming?

I rolled my eyes when he told me I could go to Western Union.  I pretended like I'd never heard of them, but he countered with this:

"If you tell me your exact location, I can find one near you."

How adorable.  Because I couldn't possibly find one using the INTERNET.

You know, it's one thing to hang out with somebody, have a little fun, and spot the guy a few bucks, but to ask for money from a total stranger is just flat out begging.  And also, a turn off.

By this point, it was starting to feel like I was chatting with one of those Nigerian scammers, and was starting to doubt he was the cute Puerto Rican in the pictures he sent me.

In the end I just logged off the site and decided to start blogging again.

THE TUNNEL - An Erotic Short Story

THE TUNNEL is here!

Lovers of work boots and construction workers will be very entertained by this story.  Your satisfaction is assured.

Lester insults a construction worker on a hot summer day and is held against his will inside an old decaying building.

He tries to talk his way out of it, but things only get worse for him as he tries to survive against an onslaught of angry workers who are out for revenge.

This 5,700 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot related violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT:

Rick and Dean lead me down a cinder block-lined hall while the guards trail close behind. There is no way I’ll be able to escape, so I try to look for maybe an open window or door that I can jump through. I hear voices up ahead and they get louder as we get closer. As we turn the corner, the hallway is lined on either side with burly construction workers.

“Make a path, men. I have a surprise for you.”

The crowd splits, with the men turning to look at me, this outsider who is dressed in a flimsy t-shirt and shorts in contrast to them in their rugged jeans, boots, safety vests and hard hats. They glare at me, some muttering curses as I walk through. I don’t know why they are mad at me – I’ve never seen any of them.

One guy trips me and I almost fall. These massive guys would not hesitate to trample me en mass, crushing me to a pulp in mere seconds.

The hallway leads to an open area with what looks like a raised platform in the center.

“Come on, bitch,” says, Rick, grabbing me by the arm.

I follow him onto the platform and gaze upon the sea of angry workers. I still wish I knew why they were glaring at me.

Rick raises a bullhorn and introduces me; only it’s the worst introduction you could ever ask for in front of this audience. He lies to them, telling them I am here to break up their union and ruin their benefits. As ridiculous as it sounds, they believe him.

My skin goes white as the men yell and curse at me.

“It’s not true! It’s not true! He’s making this up!” I yell, but my voice is drowned out by the deafening roar of the men waving tools and sticks. Nothing’s stopping them from storming the platform and killing me, so I try to run, but Miguel and Jose grab me and I fight for my life. I can see Rick laughing, bullhorn in hand. The crowd is getting even more raucous so the guards pummel me with their fists to satisfy their blood lust

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SERVICE CALL 3 - An Erotic Short Story

Lester gets another visit from burly plumbers Mike and Paul.

While they make a living fixing things, they are hell bent on stomping and crushing anything they can under their logger boots - including Lester.

This 6,100 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot related violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT:

Mike’s walks over to the couch, but stops short.

“I’m not sitting there.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not clean enough.  Lester, lay down on the couch – face up.”

Paul runs and throws himself on top of me and pretends to hump me.  He may be playing around, but he is rock hard.  I can’t help but smile when he looks down at me.  He quickly realizes that I caught him, so he grabs a throw pillow and covers my face with it.

“Come on, get up.  I want to sit down.”  Mike says.  Paul quickly gets off, and the pillow falls to the floor.  Mike sits down on my chest and immediately slaps me in the face.  Paul punches me in the balls as revenge for noticing his hard on.

“You bring your cigarettes with you, Mike?”

“Yeah.”

They light up, with Paul bending over to blow smoke in my face.  Mike props his big loggers up on the coffee table, kicking everything onto the floor.  Paul brings his boot up and drops it down on my face while he smokes.  He drags it heavily back and forth, taking advantage of the fact that my arms are pinned down beneath Mike’s body.  He stops moving the boot, letting the treads sink in for a while.

When he pulls the boot off, he marvels at the deep, red prints.

“Look what I did, Mike.”

“Nice work,” he says, putting his cigarette out on the couch arm near my head.

Paul throws coffee on it.  “What’s wrong with you – you want to start a fire?”  He uses his boot to wipe the area where Mike extinguished his cigarette, smearing the ashes.  The air is filled with the smell of burned fabric and coffee.

“Aww, what the fuck, guys?  I can’t afford a new couch!”

They are silenced.

“You fucking believe this guy?”

“He’s really asking for it today.”

“Get up, Mike.”

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E-Boots: 2 for 1 Subway Spotting

Here's a nice couple of blue collar guys on the subway, dirty pants and boots just taunting the shit out of me.

E-Boots - Nike ACG

Nike ACG boots are one of my favorites, so naturally I get extra excited when I find out someone has a pair.  This pic came to me in an email, but there's something wrong with it.  See if you can figure it out:

Yeah, that pink wall means this guy has kids, which means there's no way he's hosting.  Another one bites the dust.

E-Boots - Pro Timberland Boots on the Subway

Every now and then you get to see something interesting on the NYC Subway.  And sometimes you are in the perfect position to take a picture like this.  This guy was sitting directly across from me.  He was shirtless and sweaty, wearing Timberland Pro boots that were wonderfully filthy.

If we were alone, I'd have slipped him my number.

E-Boots - Pedal Pumping Work Boots

Fans of boots and pedal pumping will love this one.  I received this pic through a Craigslist ad, but oddly, the guy vanished, despite my very careful attempts to meet him.  Do these guys know how to tease or what?

SERVICE CALL 2 - An Erotic Sequel

A leak in the Lester’s basement forces him to call a plumber, prompting a return from Mike and Paul.

While they’re eager to get him under their boots, things quickly take a sadistic and messy turn down in the basement.

This 5,800 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot related violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT:

For a big man, Paul can really move, even while carrying the heavy toolbox. He makes quick and heavy well-placed stomps on my crotch, chest and head before jogging up the wood stairs that strain and creak loudly under the immense punishment.
I crawl up the stairs to find them in the living room getting comfortable on the couch.

“So, how’s pizza sound?”
“That’s good.”

After I place the order, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

“I have to change my shirt. I can’t answer the door like this,” I say to my reflection.
Paul stands up. “Get on the floor. I’ll help you get out of it.”

He stands over me, holding his filthy boot over my face. He eases the big toe under the stretched t-shirt collar with the heel resting lightly on my cheek. He kicks, scraping my cheek and ripping the collar, but only slightly. He repeats, and it rips a little more. Finally, he kicks hard enough to tear the front of my shirt wide open. The momentum of the kick sends him forward, and his boot stomps down right into my crotch.

He steps over me and plops back down on the couch as I stand up. I feel a yank from behind and it’s Paul, grabbing what’s left of the shredded shirt and ripping it off of me. I turn around to see him using it as a rag to polish his boot while Mike grabs the remote and finds a baseball game.

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SERVICE CALL - An Erotic Short Story

A leak in the Lester’s basement forces him to call a plumber, prompting a return from Mike and Paul.

While they’re eager to get him under their boots, things quickly take a sadistic and messy turn down in the basement.

This 5,800 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot related violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT:

I lay at down at the living room doorway to see how I can make this work.  If my body is parallel to the opening, with my head and legs behind the wall, then only my vulnerable torso and ass will be displayed when they turn the corner.  What will happen when they see me laying there, blocking the only way in?  They’ll either step over me or onto me.  At the minimum, I know they’ll step on me, but will they seize the opportunity to make me their own personal doormat?

Satisfied with my little plan, I sit by the window and peek through the blinds until I spot them, walking down the block.  They both have that hot, confident swagger that makes blue collar men irresistible to me.

I throw myself on the floor and lay face down.  Or should I lie face up?  Shit, I might have just one shot at this and I want to make the best of it.  I decide that they’ve already stepped on my back, so I might as well continue in that position.

My heart pounds in my chest while waiting for that damn front door to open, but at last, I hear the wonderful sound of their heavy boots stomping down the short hallway.  Just as I realize that I never heard them use the flimsy welcome mat outside my house, they are upon me.

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New Story Coming Up!

It's been a long time since I put out a story, so I'm hoping this one will make up for it.  Here's a sneak peek at the cover art.

Lester's Top Ten Turn-Offs!

I've been using Craigslist for a number of years now, and I've had more than my share of disappointments whilst hunting for boot-related fun.

Usually it takes one response to turn me off while thanking my lucky stars for the anonymous nature of the internet.

So, without further ado, I present my:

Top Ten Turn Offs

10

"I don't have boots."

Get the fuck away from me.

9

"I weigh 135 lbs."

So does my cat.

8

"I have Ugg boots."

Are you sure you're a man?

7

"I don't know what kind they are."

Translation: You can't read AND you have no taste in boots.

6

"Meet me on the corner and I'll show you where I live."

Translation: Scary Fucking Neighborhood

5

"I don't have any boots, but you could buy me some."

NEXT!.

4

"I need money for my baby/baby mama, etc."

No, just no.

3

"I need money for weed."

Great, this tells me that even if we met, you'd be passed out in the corner soon after.  Pass.

2

"You're a man?  Oh, if you were a woman I'd do it."

I hate you so much right now.

1

"Give me your name, number and address."

Calm down, serial killer.

Bonus Turn Off
"I need you to sign a waiver."
Boy do you know how to have a good time!

E-Boots - Dusty

Tried to hook up with this guy for a session in the Bronx, but he vanished without a trace.  He did tell me he was on the d/l, so I guess he got cold feet.

Dirty Army Boots

Came across this picture while browsing for pictures of - what else - boots.  Enjoy in all it's hi-res glory.  Click to enlarge.

E-Boots - Interrogation

Threw out another Craigslist ad looking for booted guys in NYC.  A few hours later, I got a hit from a a guy who's name sounded rough and rugged.  His first email said he was 6'3" 249lbs.  Woof.  Size 13, too?  Double woof!

Then there was a follow-up email with a pic of his very underwhelming (and slightly feminine, IMO) boots.   Doesn't anybody wear work boots in this city?

I was on the fence about replying, until he asked me, "What is the nature of your cause?" 

Translation: I am going to be a pain in the ass.

THE GARAGE - An Erotic Short Story

Lester’s car breaks down and he gets a tow from a friendly auto mechanic who takes pity on him and his unreliable car.

But when the cost of repairs begins to skyrocket, he tries to reason with the two hulking men who work at the garage who aren’t so friendly after all.

This 5,800 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot related violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT:

“Bruno, you got a call on line 3!” yells a disembodied voice.

“Will you excuse me for a second?” He’s so well mannered I can’t take it.

I step aside, but quickly realize the space between the car and the wall is a bit too narrow for us both. Bruno squeezes by, pressing me up against the fender of my car. Interestingly, he doesn’t seem to react. It’s as if he’s so big he doesn’t notice, like stepping on an ant. Or maybe this just happens all the time.

As he talks on the phone, I pretend to look under the hood. I decide that if I can’t see him coming back, he can squeeze by me again. I touch random engine parts, as if I’m checking things out.

Sure enough, I feel a slow push as he walks by. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem.”

As a matter of fact, I’d like you to do it again.

He shows me a few other things and I notice his thick, meaty hands and forearms. I need to leave before my hard on gets me in trouble.

I nod as he finishes up the little lesson. Incredibly he rushes past me, squishing me against the car. It’s as if he wants to push up against me yet again. I follow close behind, hoping for more time here at the garage. Suddenly, Bruno stops and turns around, remembering something else he wanted to say. We collide and his huge boot stomps onto my foot.

“Whoa! Sorry buddy! Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “Any faster and you’d be standing on my chest, big guy.”

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Perfectly Dirty Timberland Boots

Ebay is just a goldmine for hot pics of dirty, beaten up boots.  Today I found these and they are just the perfect amount of dirty with just the right amount of wear on them.  According to the listing, they are size 10 1/2.

Advertising 101

Now, this is how you advertise a product: in it's natural habitat!  From the Timberland website.  Click to enlarge (and enlarge something else, if you know what I mean)

Boot Blasphemy

I love Timberland boots, but when they're red and laced up like this I want to puke.  In my opinion, boots should be for getting dirty and for stomping, not tip toeing around the city, terrified of getting scuff marks.