For months now I've been wearing my cowboy boots down to TJ, I love em. I wear them with everything, suits, slacks , jeans, whatever. I Hadn't worn them in years, but they fit in perfectly down there, make me look sexy {I think } with nice jeans and a tight shirt to.

My wife hates them, says I look gay, she says I'm either fucking a chica { because of my sudden interest in the language and frequent late night outings} or I'm taking it up the ass. I kinda dress that way sometimes, tight jeans and t-shirt, real slim, last thing I am is gay though. Hey, screw her, she wants to get old go ahead, I ain't going there, I don't look anywhere near my age, I work out religiously, I like to look good, SUE me!

Potato-Head hates my boots, when he gets to my house on the way to TJ,he always says " Christ, you wearing those fag boots again, do you have to wear those THINGS when you are with me ?" He and my wife always have a good laugh at my expense. I ignore them both.

Potato-head's novia thinks they are gay, tells me so, but she is loca anyway.

My # 1 told me last week she didn't like them either,what is this a conspiracy ? " Hey, news to me, you told me a long time ago you liked them." "I lied", she said. " Shit, I like them " I replied.

Last week I had trouble getting into a club because of them, " no boots" the security guard had told me.
But, true to my stubborn nature I continued to wear them ...I LIKE THEM !!

So two weeks ago Iam in a club with a chica I'd been with a couple of times before,it's late, we were having fun like usual, she is crazy, real young and built like a brick shit-house. She was about to go on vacation again, something she does frequently. She was telling me how much she likes the club and misses it when she is away to long. Now I knew she was certifiable. First time I'd ever heard that from a chica. The last time we had sex she went insane, I thought she enjoyed it more than I did.

So upstairs we go but not before she takes my pen and note-pad and writes down all the dirty things we are going to do to each other. Sucking, licking, frenching, 69...and thats downstairs in the bar!! { KIDDING.} So up we go. Then she asks me to do something no one has ever asked me to do or I expect ever will again.

She asked to me to leave my boots on.

" WHAT, ARE YOU SERIOUS ?" I said. "Yeah, I like" she said. " OF course I'll leave them on!!" I said. I knew right then and there this was going to be the screw to end all screws. I stripped, put the boots back on, then just stood there looking like a moron, my little wienie flapping in the breeze.

She squatted down and blew me till my eyes watered. Then she laid me down on my back and rode me reverse cowgirl to start, then proceeded to pound the shit out of me, she bent over and grabbed the boots while doing me, fuck me papi!! fuck me, she yelled !! I thought she was going to break my dick, she was coming up so fast almost disengaging and then jamming her ass down on me, letting go of the boots and then grabbing them, bending forward and screaming loudly. I said " STOP, stand up and put your heels on, QUICK". She stood and leaned against the little dresser with the mirror while I took her from behind. I looked ridiculous, stark ass naked except for my boots, my skinny little white ass heaving back and forth, I could see myself and the top of her head in the mirror in front of us. Then I would look down and see these stupid pointed boots between her legs. It would have been easier to take if I had been drunk but I wasn't. I looked like such a dork, I could barely concentrate on her great ass.
Finally I laid her on her back,we were both sweating and thrusting like pigs, her tongue was halfway down my throat her legs straight up in the air and mine, my bird like little sticks had these giant pointy brown things hanging off of them. I finally blew A TEN gallon load. I was a mess, a sweaty heaving mess,my hair all matted and messed up, then I gasped, " SHIT, you CAN'T leave now, JESUS CHRIST!!! PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE NOW!!

Turns out she won't be back for months, but she gave me her number at home and said I could visit if I liked. IF I LIKED ??? I'd have followed her to the AIRPORT if I thought I could get away with it. I was in Cancun in June at a " baseball tournament", I DOUBT I could go again so soon, unless I wanted to return home and immediately engage the services of a good divorce attorney.

Moral of the story......there ISN'T one, who am I to tell you about Morals, THE ONLY THING I KNOW ABOUT MORALS IS I DON'T have ANY !! LOL. Shit, I can't even think of a word that rhymes!!

Now thats a kick ass post, great!

Nero

Ah Think ahm goona buy me some of them there boots.

Hey, I wear cowboy boots on occasion and I get laid like crazy. It's a good conversation starter. Either some chicks like them or they don't.