Labour Day
Labourers on site, with their dirty work gear, hard-hats and most importantly, their chunky muddied boots - a vision of heaven. I've gone out of my way to view these visions of godliness for years but without ever doing anything. That was until last year. There were some flats being built not far from my home, and although I never needed to go down that street I did so, as if I was a piece of metal being drawn to a magnet. You can imagine the sight, plenty of hardhats, reflector jackets, torn jeans, overalls and then there are the boots: DM's, riggers and the good old steel toe-capped variety - my personal favourite. There were a few good looking well-toned bodies on show as well, much to my satisfaction. Late one afternoon I was passing the site, after I thought everyone had gone home. I noticed a hole in the fence - I had to go in. I walked towards the flats, the smell of the dusty air giving me a little bit of pleasure. I went into one of the apt's that didn't have a door, there was filthy writing and drawings on the walls, I had to add my own. I drew a picture of a guy with a big cock giving it to another guy. It wasn't brilliant, but it would do. I went from room to room only to discover the sight of the bottom of a pair of muddy overalls and a pair of size 10 steel toe-capped boots on a ladder outside the window. There was a guy up the ladder. I couldn't move, fear and intrigue glued me to the spot. My eyes were transfixed on the wonderful sight of those boots, covered with splashes of mortar and some paint. After what felt like an age, I moved closer to the window. My cock decided to come to life. There they were, and as there was no glass all I needed to do was reach out and touch them. As I was almost there the guy moved and started to come down the ladder. I panicked and went to run out the room but I tripped over an empty crate. He saw me and shouted "what the fuck do you think you're doin' here?" I got up and ran for the door but he beat me to it. I was trapped in this room with him blocking my escape. He stood there in all his manly glory, 6'3" in his boots, quite broad, he was about 35 years old with big rough hardworking hands, he could use them on me anytime, I thought.
I was like a rabbit caught in headlights, I couldn't move. I wanted him so badly but I thought that I was a goner. "What were you doin' in here?'' he demanded. "I was just looking, being nosey", I said. I could see him looking around the room and his eyes rested on my artwork, I suppose the look on my face gave the game away. "Is that what you like then?" he asked. I said no not really. My eyes were locked on his boots; he looked down following my line of sight. "Do you want them?" my eyes looked straight at him, he could tell the answer was yes. He took his hard hat off to reveal his closely cropped fair hair and I could see properly - his rugged good looks, stubble and piercing blue eyes. He was a sight to behold. "Get on your knees, you're going to have to crawl on your hands and knees." My heart was pumping and my dick was pressing inside my jeans, it wanted to be free. I just wanted a close-up of those boots. When I reached them, the glorious smell of leather and the sweat from his hot feet met my nose, fucking hell, this is it I thought, the time has arrived at long last for me to eat from the boot. He put one of his booted feet onto my head and pushed it down to meet the other one. Fucking lick it, go on lick it he shouted, I didn't need telling twice. I was taking it slowly, trying to savour every moment as I'd been waiting for this for years and I was going to enjoy it. My tongue explored the toecap, with the coldness of the steel, and the taste of the mud and mortar, the texture of the ridges and the smell of his work, I was enthralled. My tongue swept the length and height of those boots up to his calf, which was quite hairy - another bonus as I like hairy bodies as well. I was licking the sole, the blobs of mud and mortar that were stuck in the tread tasted fucking brilliant. I wanted to make it clean as possible so as to get every bit off the sole. He then pushed me back with his other booted foot.
"Get your fucking kit off." This was really turning me on. As I was shedding my clothes so was he, what a fucking stunning body, curves of muscle great thighs and a washboard stomach. Suddenly he left the room and when he came back, he threw a pair of boots in my direction, "Get them on now" he insisted, my God - this is just getting better, I thought. They were a bit big for me but I didn't care. He made me lie across a couple of bags of cement with my boots on the tops of his legs. He moved them together, placing his rampant cock in between them, fucking motion in full flow. My dick was at full mast but he wouldn't allow me to wank myself off. After a while, he stopped fucking the boots, then put the boots on his shoulders and gobbed on his giant cock. He placed his powertool at the entrance of my arse and pushed it in, the pain soon ceased as I was overtaken with the vision of this hunk sniffing and licking my boots all the while filling me with his hotrod. He didn't cum; he pulled himself out and repositioned himself to get at the boots again. He gobbed on them and smeared it over them with his cropped head. Then his tongue got to work on the gob-smeared boots, licking front toe to heel, he probed every part of the soles. He offered me his head to lick; the feel of his short crop on my tongue was fantastic. I think I was enjoying this just as much as he was. He stopped me and ordered me to take one of my boots off, then proceeded to piss in it, to which I had to add a stream of my own. I had to put it back on my foot; it was warm, wet and a fucking turn-on. I took my foot out again for him to lick it dry, then he showered us both with the contents of the boot.
We licked each other, getting as much of the cocktail as possible. The taste was not what I thought it would be, there was sweetness as well as the savoury. I went down on the over-sized cock, licking the tip, getting the taste of his sweat, shit and piss flavoured cock. I took his balls in my waiting mouth; they tasted great. He let my finger probe his moist and hairy hole, he seemed to like that and he egged me on as well. I made my way down his hairy muscular thighs and calves to his boots that were damp with the piss. I rubbed my cock all over them. As I was feeling the grittiness of the mortar on the head of my straining shaft, I felt a warm wet shower flowing over my head - he was pissing on me. I lifted my head up to get a mouthful of his juice, I let it slip down my throat, enjoying this moment. Bending down to lick his piss from my head was taking me to breaking point I turned and offered him my wanting mouth. Our tongues entwined, he gobbed on my face and then licked it off before offering it to me. My tongue took and smeared my lips with it.
This was taking me to new heights of desire, I had never thought that it would be like this, but I loved every minute. He asked me to put the toe of my boot to his arsehole, then to really push it in as far as it would go, he spread his legs as much as he could and I was surprised to see so much boot enter him. He then wanted the toe shield, so his tongue got to work cleaning it. This was getting me so fucking horny it was unbelievable. The cleaning done, he turned his attention to my stiff cock. He went at it like he was possessed, he started to pinch my nipples hard, then ran his fingers down my back to my arsehole. He teased the opening with his index finger before putting two up me. He wasn't finished though, his fingers were expanding me to allow another one to gain access. When he withdrew them, he wiped them onto his boots and ordered me to lick them, every fucking bit. I wasn't too quick to follow the order, but I did do it and I quite liked it. I was becoming someone I didn't recognise, this wasn't me - but it would be from now on. He decided to piss on me again; I didn't know how long I could hold out for, as my desire was to feel the explosion of cumming. His tongue started to work over my piss-wet head again and as our tongues met again I couldn't wait any longer.I started to wank myself and it didn't take long for me to cum, I got it to land over his boots. I had to rub it in with my hair so that he could lick it off my head, during which he was wanking furiously until he came on my chest. After licking some around my nipples, spunk dribbled down to my boots, this was a great opportunity for us to do a boot '69', and completely go to town on each others boots, lapping up every drop of spunk and piss that was left on them. Our cocks got stiff again soon and they grinded off each other while we were eating each others boots. There was still time to have a little more mouth action. Two hardons and blowjobs later, my first boot experience was over. I was looking forward to the next session. Steve wasn't going to make me wait long though, just till the next day in fact. We met up regularly on-site and we still do even though the flats are long since finished, usually after he's finished work still in his full work-gear and those boots - my boots. Our tongues are always hungry for the taste of leather and dirt and always more than eager.
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