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.

Is it 1996 Again?

Most of you know about my raging cop fetish.  It's bad enough you can't even talk to one online, let alone meet one for a trample session, but still, I persist.

I got a response from someone who replied to my Craigslist ad looking for a cop.

"Are you a cop?" I asked early on in our conversation..
"No, I'm still in the preliminary stages."

"Too bad, but maybe he's hot anyway," I thought.  I asked him his weight.
"160"  This would be Disappointment #1

I pressed on.  "Do you have any boots?"
He said he had Doc Martens.  Disappointment #2.  I really can't stand those boots.  I just find them really ugly.  And also, you never see them on construction worker or cops.

Then came the picture of them.  Jesus Christ.  They look like something a girl would wear to an Alanis Morrissette concert in 1996.

He told me he had combat boots.  I was interested now.  So I pestered him for a pic.  He was so happy to have found them.

He sent me this, the "Loch ness Monster" of boot pics.  And Disappointment #3  Seriously, what the hell is going on here?

In the end, he wanted to trample me but he was also skittish about the dangerous aspect of it.