Spend a Night with the Corps (Posted by JoelBoots)
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I really enjoy looking at men in tall spit shined riding boots. It's
the combination of that totally masculine authority of boots and
that wonderfully sensual look and smell of quality leather and boot
wax combined with those beautifully undulating surfaces of
well cared for boots. Motorcycle cops, RCMP's, police on horseback,
English riding boots and polo boots that are well
shined make me instantly hard. Having mutual sex with a horny guy in
boots is always delicious but I guess there is nothing like
remembering that first time with another guy in boots that still can
set my cock tingling. There's a college in Texas that has a
Corps of Cadets that predates the formal ROTC program in most
colleges. The Corps of Cadets was started in the late
1890's and now comprises more than 2200 cadets from freshman (fish) to
Senior cadets who wear the sexiest spit shined
plain brown knee high riding boots with their uniforms. I've always
preferred black spit shined boots but these brown boots
are real sexy to me. The Corps has its own uniform that is similar to
the army ROTC olive drab winter uniform but they wear
light colored breeches and a drill instructor flat brimmed cover with
it. In the summer they wear a light tan weight version to
cope with the Texas heat. The Senior cadets wear riding breeches with
their boots. Cadets other than Seniors wear standard
issue uniform pants with spit shined black low quarters. Each spring
there is a Corps of Cadets recruiting weekend for high
school Seniors who are coming to this college to consider joining the
Corps. It's called "Spend a Night with the Corps". My
dick gets hard just hearing those words again!
Back in high school no one knew about my boot fetish much less my
homosexuality. I was very careful to keep all those
powerful urges to myself. I had a small and discrete collection of
favorite boots and cordovan plain toe shoes that I'd fuck
regularly but I had no boot buddies at that time to share my secrets
with. In fact I was not sure there was anyone else on the
face of the earth that had this powerful reaction to boots and the
guys that wore them.

Anyway, I jumped at the chance to get a little closer to those
wonderful Senior booted studs and signed up for the Corps
weekend. I wore my new Justin black ropers which at that time were not
so common a sight. I spit shinned them well and gave
them a good funking before I left for the college campus that day. I
especially like boots when they are just broken in, fit
comfortably but still have that almost new leather smell. I thought it
was a good idea to cum at least once before I arrived on
campus and saw any of those sexy Senior boots. I thought having shot a
load on my new Roper's that morning would make it
easier to stay in control of my urges when I got to campus.
The Corps weekend activities were very well coordinated and I learned
more than I cared to about all the history and
traditions of the Corps of Cadets. Mostly I found reasons to stare at
all those hot young men in their Senior Boots and
breeches. Actually, by the time the weekend was over I became quite a
connoisseur of spit shined tall brown riding boots
noticing all the subtle differences in custom boot shapes, the
different look of thin calves guys boots compared to heavy calves,
the many styles of spurs worn, and finally the quality of the spit
shine. My biggest problems were making sure I wiped the
drool off my chin before it stained my shirt and disguising my raging
hard on whenever possible! But now on to the good stuff.
The dorm room I was assigned belonged to a Senior named Keith
Zimmerman. He was none too happy about my being
assigned to his room. It seems Seniors do not have to participate in
hosting roommates but his regular roommate was in the
hospital and I got assigned the vacant bed. I was so damn excited to
be in the same room with this guy I did not mind his
attitude. Actually he calmed down after a while and we hit it off
quite well. I played trumpet in High School Band and Keith
played trombone in the Corps of Cadets Band. While Keith was telling
me about all the fun he has in the Corps I was visually
devouring him. He was about 5'10" 185 lbs. dirty blonde close-cropped
hair and sparkling deep brown eyes you could get
lost in. His body was well proportioned and he had a great firm
well-shaped ass. I had to make believe I understood all he
was saying while I lusted after this studly booted beauty strutting
around the room. I was a little relieved when he finally sat
down on the bed across from me. At least I could concentrate on his
sparkling boots and not lust after his ass quite so much. I
had to remind myself to stay in control of my urges and not give in to
my desire to jump this guy, rip off his uniform and have
my way with him and his sexy boots! I had to remind myself of this
many times before the night was over.

After dinner in the dorm cafeteria Keith invited me to come along with
him and a few of his Senior buddies to their local
watering hole. We walked across the quad to the bar and on the way I
was tantalized by the sound of these four Seniors in
Boots with large horseshoe heel cleats and small toe cleats beating a
rhythm on the pavement. It was great to be this close to
four guys in boots but I was not ready for the erotic sound of those
cleats as they hit the pavement. By the time we reached the
bar I needed a cold beer to pour in my crotch to calm me down!
It seems Seniors are big beer drinkers but are not allowed to get
drunk in uniform. Because this was the recruiting weekend all
the cadets had to stay in uniform so I heard a lot of complaining
about how much they could drink if only they were in civvies!
I like beer; I've always liked it and can drink my fair share even at
that young age. I made it a point to sit next to Keith as we
all piled into the booth at the bar and my goal was to make sure his
glass was never empty. I was beginning to think I had a
real shot at bedding old Keith when he started to let his leg rest
against mine in the crowded booth. I loved the feel of his leg
against mine and wished I had a legitimate reason to slide under the
table and give his boots a good cleaning with my tongue on
my way up to burying my face in his crotch and while I was under the
table, I should service those other three guys and their
boots. But for right now, I had to deal with reality and settle for a
nice leg lean while I poured as much beer into Keith as I
could. By 11 PM those Cadets were feeling pretty good but
unfortunately Keith seemed to be holding his beer pretty well
although he was slurring some words which gave me some hope for later.
We walked and staggered some on the way back to
the dorms and saluted good night to the other three Seniors. Keith and
I went to his room and before I closed and locked the
door Keith fell on my bed fully clothed and seemed to be out of it. I
decided not to rush things with him because I had no
indication that he was interested in me in spite of the leg lean in
the bar. Besides, I wanted to enjoy just looking at this
handsome guy spread-eagled in my bed in the privacy of a locked room.
It would have been too much to ask for Keith to be
gay. I was pleased I had him to myself if only in a very limited way,
but I'm not proud when it comes to spit shined boots on a
masculine guy and there's an opportunity to show my appreciation for
his boots. I decided to just stand there by the door and
watch Keith for a while and see what happens. In a few minutes Keith
began to lightly snore and I knew it was time for me to
inspect this hot cadet a little closer. I turned a desk light on
across the room so I had some soft indirect light to drink in his
wonderful body, uniform and boots. Keith was face up on my bed and he
was lying slightly diagonally with his boots sticking
straight off the end of the bed.

I slowly got down on my knees betweenhis legs and leaned over to
his right boot. I put my nose close to the boot shaft and began to drink in the wonderful
smells of leather, wax and sweat. My heart was pounding with
anticipation of being able to explore every surface of his sexy boots
with my tongue and lips. I decided to start my worshiping
and cleaning with his right boot sole. I've never been one to get into
cleaning mud off boots I prefer clean well shined boots but
I couldn't help noticing he had a very thin full leather sole with
those great spurs that were attached to a small silver linked chain
crossing under the boot between the gap of the heel and the arch. He
also had those studly horse shoe cleats on his heel pad
and a small one on the toe. I remembered how hot the sound of those
cleats made me earlier. I gently kissed his heel and felt
the cold metal of the big cleat and the nice smell of the full leather
soles and heel. Keith did not seem to notice my first contact
so I got a little bolder and began to tongue wash his sole and heel.
I'd never done this before with any of my boots. I mostly
concentrate my tongue and lips on the beautiful spit shined surfaces
but I was really enjoying the feel of the slightly rough
leather sole and the smell of the leather now wet with my saliva and
the taste of the dust from the campus. I cleaned every
square inch of his boot sole. My cock was rock hard and needing some
relief from my jeans so I unzipped my fly and released
my rod so I could stroke it as I worked my tongue up the instep of
Keith's boot on to that wonderfully smooth well polished
brown leather. At the first feel of that spit shined boot leather my
cock twitched and I had to consciously stop for a minute to
calm down so I wouldn't blow my load right then. I wanted to take all
night to cum on Keith's boots over and over again. At
19 years old I could cum many times a night and this night would
provide all the stimulus I ever dreamed of.

When my breathing slowed down again I resumed my exploration of his
right heel cup, which was extremely well shined and
felt spectacular on my lips. His spurs were cool to my touch and the
small chain rattled a little when I licked it. Now my tongue
began gliding around the outside of his right foot and as I moved up
the length of his foot I could feel his little toe on the side of
the boot. It was really stimulating to feel the firmness of the
leather as it encased his warm foot in this custom made boot. I
could hardly wait to get my mouth and lips on the beautifully polished
toe box; this is one of my favorite parts of a boot. It was
smooth as glass and filled my entire mouth as I opened my jaw wide to
allow my tongue to wash and caress the entire surface
of the toe box. I'm close to cumming again and make myself break the
embrace with Keith's boot toe. My heart is really racing
now and I have to will myself to calm down and not shoot my load on
this spectacular boot. It takes me almost five minutes to
calm down.

I decide it is time to take my clothes off so I can really appreciate
Keith and his boots. Thankfully he is continuing to snore
lightly and doesn't seem to notice my caressing of his boot. I'm so
worked up by now that I'm not sure I would stop even if he
did wake up, but luckily for me, he remained asleep. I put my new spit
shined black ropers back on my bare feet. I love the
feel of bare feet on the soft leather lining of a good boot. I could
only imagine what it would feel like to wear Keith's boots but
I had lots of love making to do before I would be pulling those
beauties off his legs tonight. My cock was still dripping with
pre-cum when I re-approach this sleeping booted beauty.
I got back down on my knees and gave the toe of his boot a nice long
suck and caress with my tongue and then slowly slid my
mouth back from the toe and up his arch enjoying the leather ripples
that trace the shape of his foot in the boot. I next kissed
the leather strap holding his spurs on and let my tongue slide between
the strap and the boot surface underneath. I tell myself to
slow down and really enjoy every inch of this boot but it is hard to
go slowly when my heart is pounding from this beautiful
boot. Now my tongue is exploring the sensuous folds of boot leather at
his ankle where the boot shaft breaks down.

My tongue follows the soft valleys around the side of his boot moving
back to just above the heel cup. The spur glistens in the soft
light. Now my lips begin the erotic climb of his spit shined boot
shaft. The smell of the leather and wax is especially strong here
and very satisfying to me. I let my tongue take long wide laps at this
wonderfully smooth shaft. I turn my head sideways and
open my mouth wide to let my lips slide over the gleaming surface. I
slowly and systematically cover every inch of his boot
shaft by gently lifting his leg up just enough to get my lips under
the back seam of the boot. The well-shined leather now wet
with my saliva glints in the light of the desk lamp. I pause and kiss
some of the highlights reflecting off this spectacular boot
shaft surface.

I finally reach the top of the shaft and my tongue finds the soft
cloth of his breeches. I can smell Keith's sweat where his
breeches meet the top of his boot. He smells so good to me that it
pushes me over my limit. I can no longer deny myself the
pleasure of orgasm so I stood up and straddled his boot and let my
boiling cock come to rest on his boot shaft just above the
ankle. I love the feel of the warm boot between my legs. That sensuous
toe box rests wonderfully near my ass hole. My balls
are resting gently on his instep and I begin to slowly and sensually
hump this handsome guy's sexy boot. I love the feel of his
warm boot against me and I lean down to get as much of my stomach and
chest in contact with the gleaming leather as
possible. I wrap my hands and arms around his warm sexy boot as I
press it into my body. I hear the light jingle of the spur
chain as it hits the heel pad as I stroke his boot with my whole body.
I work hard at keeping my humping rhythm as slow as
possible so I can get as many strokes as possible from this embrace.
My eyes course up Keith's breeches as I imagine what
his cock would feel like in my mouth. His uniform is surprisingly neat
for having been worn all day. He is so handsome in his
uniform with colored braids on the left shoulder and ribbons on his
chest. His eyes are closed but I remember those deep
brown orbs and enjoy being lost in making love to his wonderful boot.
I hold my breath as I stroke Keith's boot and I can
hear soft leather creaks as my cock presses onto the boot shaft and I
squeeze the foot of his boot between my legs moving his
toe closer to my butt hole. It is the combination of all these
wonderful sensations but especially the soft creaking of the leather
under my cock thrusts that pushes me beyond description. My cock is
throbbing with anticipation and my head is swimming as
I drink in the feel, smell and warmth of this handsome cadet. It
doesn't take long for my cock to explode. I grunt uncontrollably
as I shoot ropes of cum all over his beautiful boot. I hear myself
saying softly, Oh Keith!, Oh Keith!. I lean a little harder on
Keith's leg and squeeze his boot between my legs as the last of my
load oozes out of my cock head. It was a great orgasm, my
knees feel weak but I can't break the embrace. I lean one knee on the
bed and gently kiss Keith's crotch to thank him for
being such a cooperative, though unconscious partner in my boot
lovemaking. I rest my face in his crotch and drink in his
smell. I'm careful not to press too hard, though I would love to suck
his tool and clean his balls with my tongue on my way to
exploring his beautiful ass. But first things first. It's only about
twelve thirty A.M. and I have a long and joyous night of boot sex
ahead. I spend the next 15 minutes cleaning my cum from his boot as
well as revisiting all those sensuous places on this
wonderful boot now glistening with my saliva.
And that's just what his right boot was like. Wait till I tell you
about his left boot and how I gently turned Keith over, pulled
down those breeches and gave him a long gentle and very wet rim job
while I was straddling and humping both his wonderful
shiny brown boots together. This cadet has a wonderfully smooth tight
ass that's almost as sensual as his boots. I didn't get
much sleep that night as you can well imagine, but I couldn't wipe the
smile off my face the next day either. Keith did not seem
to remember any of my lovemaking the next morning. In fact he was a
little embarrassed to have fallen asleep in his uniform on
my bed. When I finally finished with him around 5 in the morning I put
his uniform back on him as best I could and crawled
into his bed and had a few hours of shut eye. I was absolutely
exhausted from my almost non-stop humping, licking, sucking,
and tongue fucking Keith. It was an additional bonus to fall asleep in
his bed and enjoy his subtle body odor on the sheets. I
enjoyed smelling my fingers too; especially the one I was able to
gently force just a little ways up his tight butt hole. I'm not into
shit but I'll never forget the heady aroma of his sweet firm clean
ass. My secret exploration of Keith Zimmerman and his
wonderful boots, body and ass remains my favorite fantasy memory.
(Copyrighted 1997 Mike Sheridan)

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