ROTC BootlickerMost people thought I was just a normal k** when I was growing up butwhat they didn’t know was that by the time I had reached junior high schoolI had developed a growing fascination with men’s boots. When I startedhigh school I found myself dreaming about boots as I rubbed my crotch..Next I found the joy of masturbating while fantasizing about being underthe domination of men or boys in big black boots.Since x-rated movies and adult shops were still off limits, I fed myboot lust by watching war movies. I was really turned on by army commandoskicking and stomping their way to victory. I sat on the edge of my seathoping there would be a close-up shot of some hulking army ranger’spowerful boot just before he kicked the shit out of the enemy.In my junior year of high school I got a job after school and withsome of my new found wealth I bought a pair of army combat boots from anarmy-navy store. Although I had seen and admired the spit-shine onsailors’ shoes and the mirror brightness of soldiers’ combat boots when onparade, I didn’t know how to give my boots that kind of a polish, sosettled for just applying Kiwi boot polish and brushing the boots likehell.In selecting a college, I made sure my choice had an ROTC program. Itwas great to get away from home and start some independent living. ROTCwas great and I had quite a job keeping my cock limp when our instructorstrutted in front of the class in his spit-shined shoes. After we got ouruniforms and dress shoes the sergeant taught us how to spit shine ourleather. At last I found out the secret! Back in my room that night Iworked for five hours spit shining my new shoes until I could see my facein them. The instructor and other guys in the class were impressed by myaccomplishment.As the semester went on I got to know Bob pretty well. He was in two ofmy classes plus ROTC. Bob was a real hunk of a guy and popular with thewomen. Because of his social life he didn’t keep up with his assignmentsvery well, so began asking me to help him with various projects. Whilethis was going on, Bob was catching hell from the ROTC instructor becausehe had made no attempt to polish his shoes, let alone give them a spitshine. One day after being chewed out yet again Bob said to me after class:”Hey John, I’ll give you a couple of bucks if you’ll spit shine my dressshoes to look like yours.” What an opportunity! A chance to spit shineanother guys shoes and maybe get off while doing it. I replied: “Sure I cando that, but I can’t take your money. I’ll do it because we’re friends.”And so, every week I’d polish his shoes.Each week I would look forward to Thursdays when we had to wear ouruniforms to class. I lived for the chance to gaze at the other guysshoes. I found myself beginning to really lust after Bob when he wore hisuniform and the shoes I had worked so hard on. At the end of firstsemester Bob’s roommate dropped ataşehir escort out and he asked if I would like to movein. I guess he saw it as a good opportunity to get more help with his classassignments and keep his uniform and shoes in good shape. I didn’t have tobe asked twice.Bob became more demanding as the weeks rolled by. Not only did Ispit-shine his shoes and help with assignments, but he told me to do hislaundry and pick up after him in the room. Actually I liked taking ordersfrom Bob as he was now the focus of my masturbating in the shower. Iimagined Bob standing in his uniform and me down on the floor licking hisshiny army dress shoes. As the fantasy grew in my mind I thought of Bobgiving me verbal abuse and then kicking my ass with his army shoes. Inspite of my admiration for Bob I managed to keep my growing boot lusthidden from everyone.When we came back from spring break our ROTC instructor began telling usabout summer camp that we had to attend. At summer camp we would beevaluated and a decision made if we could continue as cadets for the secondyear and eventually complete the four year program. Two months before forcamp, our instructor gave us our BDU’s and two pairs of combat boots. Hetold us he wanted the boots spit shined just like our dress shoes before weleft for camp. I was in bootlicker heaven!We carted our stuff back to the room where Bob dropped his size 12 EEcombat boots on my bed and said with a smile: “Get started, grunt!” I toldBob I’d work on a pair of mine first, then do his and then mine and finallyhis. I couldn’t wait to get through my classes and rush back to the roomto work on spit shining my boots. However, I found the going pretty slow asboots have about four times more surface to cover than shoes. But it wasfun for me, because I really was not spit-shining my boots, I was lickshining them. I had discovered a few months before that I could get abrighter shine by running my tongue over the smooth leather surface. Soafter applying the wax, I would lovingly lick the boot and then rub thepolishing cloth in circular patterns. When the wax became dry, I would lickthe leather again, enjoying the sensual feeling of my tongue gliding overthe boot.As the gloss on my boots began to grow, so did my excitement. I foundmyself licking the boots more than polishing. Once I had finished shiningthe boots I would get off by softly rubbing the boot against my crotch. Mycock was usually pretty hard already from the excitement of licking theboot, but the feel of that boot toe on my cock was pure ecstasy. I alwaystried to stop rubbing in time to grab my jack-off rag to finish the job andkeep the jizz from going everywhere.It took more than two weeks but finally I finished my first pair and wasable to turn my attention to Bob’s boots. This was even more excitingbecause somehow putting my hand inside a size 12 was more stimulating pendik escort thatjust sticking it inside my size 10’s. After a few days Bob noticed thatthe boots under his bed were beginning to look shiny and told me to keep upthe good work. Work? Shit it was pure pleasure to wax and lick those bootsinto shape.One afternoon I rushed back to the room as usual. Bob usually had aclass at that time so I had some privacy to do my boot polishing, bootlicking, boot rubbing and masturbating. I got to work on Bob’s size 12’sand was completing the first application by carefully licking the powerfultoe of Bob’s huge boot, when the door burst open and Bob came in. As heentered the room he saw my tongue fully extended and moving over the smoothsurface of his boot.”What in the hell are you doing?” Bob asked.As I quickly lowered his boot from my mouth I replied: “I’m shining yourboots.” While making this lame excuse my mind was racing, trying to figureout how to cover up what I was really doing.”Shining my boots, like hell. You had that boot in your mouth!”I decided to try salvaging the situation by telling of my recentdiscovery: “Actually, I’m still spit shining your boots, but I have foundthat I can control the amount of spit better by just lightly licking theboot. I’m not really licking it, just putting some spit in the rightplace.”As I said this, Bob moved closer to inspect the boot which I was nowresting on my knee. But as he looked at the boot his eyes spotted the bigtent in my lap. In one fast move, Bob bent over and groped my crotch andsaid: “Shit! You’re fucking around with my boots!” As he said this he madeanother grab at my crotch and caught my balls which he proceeded tosqueeze.”Please, Bob! Let go of my balls! That hurts.”As Bob released his grip on my balls a smirk began to creep across hisface. “You’re a bootlicking faggot, aren’t you!””No, Bob! No! I’m just trying to shine your boots the way you want.”Bob’s grin widened: “With your cock at full attention like that and myboot in your mouth! I don’t think so!”It looked like my “dirty little secret” was out in the open. I was atBob’s mercy. As various scenarios raced through my mind Bob commanded:”Give me that boot….and the other one, too”.I meekly gave him both boots which he took over to his bed. As he satdown he kicked off his Nikes and said: “You like boots? Let’s see youreally lick my boots good. Get your ass over here!”As I came over to the bed he dropped the boots on the floor and ordered:”Lace up my boots so I can kick your ass.”I dropped to my knees and slipped his boots on, pulling the speed-lacestight. Bob stood up and said: “OK faggot, start licking my boots!” As hespit out those words my cock made a big twitch! At last I was going to beable to lick Bob’s boots while they were on his feet.I quickly began moving my tongue across the shiny toe. It was fuckingbliss to feel my tongue glide kadıköy escort across the smooth leather. I slowly retracedmy path with my tongue fully extended to cover as much of the boot leatheras possible. Bob didn’t seem to understand my ecstasy because all of asudden he yanked his boot out from under my tongue, took too steps behindme and delivered a heavy kick to my left ass cheek. His powerful combatboot sunk deep into my ass causing me to cry out. “Shut up, bastard!” Andwith that his shiny boot connected again with my ass. “When I tell you tolick my boots, I want to see you lick those boots like you mean it! If youcan’t lick fast enough, then next time I’ll kick your balls so hard thepain won`t stop for a week!”I swung around and began licking his left boot as quickly as I could. Mytongue flew across the toe of the boot until it glistened. Next I licked myway up the tightly bound boot shaft. First one side and then the other,then I crawled behind Bob in order to lick the back. Quickly I switched tothe right boot. Although I was licking quickly, it was still the mostexciting experience I had ever had! My cock was hard and I wanted so badlyto stroke it, but didn’t dare with Bob towering over me.As I licked up the shaft on Bob’s right boot I shifted my eyes upwardsto see if Bob was really as mad as his voice made him sound. As I gazedupwards I saw Bob slowly rubbing his crotch. As I ran my tongue up theside of his boot again I took another look and saw that Bob’s basket wasgrowing. Obviously he was getting off on seeing his roommate groveling athis feet and licking his boots like some helpless prisoner.”What you looking at, asshole? Keep licking those boots until I tellyou what else I have for you to lick.” It wasn’t long until I heard Bobundo his heavy leather belt and felt his jeans drop down his legs.”OK, bootlicker! Get your tongue up here and start licking my balls.”Quickly I straightened up and started licking Bob’s massive balls. After acouple of minutes of that he spoke again: “OK, wrap your lips around mycock. If you don’t give satisfactory service I’ll kick your balls so hardyou’ll never fuck again!” I sucked Bob until he shot his full load into mymouth. I managed to swallow it all as Bob pulled out and collapsed on hisbed. “You make a pretty good cock sucker. I’ve had better, but with alittle training I think you’ll do OK. I tell you what. If you keep myboots polished and suck my cock whenever I need it serviced, I’ll keep yourdirty little secret for you. Deal?””Sure Bob” I quickly responded.The next few weeks of spring semester were a busy time for me as I spenthours spit shining Bob’s two pairs of combat boots and sucking him offwhenever he needed it. And then in the last two weeks Bob would give mesome extra pleasure by putting on his boots and ordering me to lick them.When he was satisfied with my boot service he would tell me to lie on myback so he could rub my crotch with the toe of his boot. As my cock grewhe would jab at my balls with his boot while continuing to rub my cockuntil I shot my load. When that happened I knew I was in boot heaven!The End