Riding Boot A.V. (explicit)

Johnny had had a strong fetish for tall riding boots since he was a teenager, since the time he attended his first horse show. His sister was riding in the show. It was the first time Johnny had seen women in English riding gear, with the skin-tight, high-waisted breeches, and polished knee-high riding boots. And then he saw these women do the POSTING TROT in the saddle, their bottoms bouncing up and down on the smooth saddle leathers, their tightly covered legs flexing, the tall, shiny boots and boot heels jiggling with every thrust up.

This all created an immediate and lasting impression on young Johnny; from that day forward he was sexually enamored with riding boots and women in English riding attire. He knew it would be unlikely for him to have a romantic relationship with an equestrienne, so he did the next best thing to satisfy his ever-increasing lust for riding boots: he began to buy himself riding boots to wear and fetish on his own.

He started by buying a pair of tall rubber riding boots at an out-of-town tackshop while traveling. He couldn’t wait for a chance to wear them and masturbate, so a few miles out of town he pulled of a dirt road, and stopped. He got naked, and then put on his new rubber riding boots. He got extremely excited and horny, and climaxed quickly after perhaps only a minute or so of jacking off. He was completely hooked.

He discovered that he loved wearing riding boots himself as well as enjoyed fondling and fetishing a smaller pair of riding boots, usually by wearing them on his arms and then smelling, licking and kissing the boots. Boot purchases continued every few years, upgrading the rubber boots for more realistic vinyl ones, and then finally several pairs of leather ones to wear and fetish.

Then one day, he was lucky enough to win an online auction for a fine pair of women’s riding boots. The boots appeared to be perfectly broken in, but otherwise with very little wear. They finally arrived and the boots were even better than he had hoped. The shafts were nice and stiff, but the leather softened at the ankle and creased and folded in the sexiest way. They smelled really nice too, but amazingly, seemed to never been in a stirrup, or else were so meticulously cleaned it looks like they never were ridden in.

He imagined fucking the soft leather between the boot ankles, by stuffing the boots with a flexible material and strapping them together side by side. He called it the “R.B.A.V” for “Riding Boot Artificial Vagina”…it was his male sex toy, made from riding boots. He took the beautiful Dehner boots he had purchased and stuffed them with rolled-up foam rubber. This filled out the boots’ shafts and made them stiff but still yielding beneath the smooth boot leather. He used a nylon dog collar around the tops of the boots to hold them together, and two spur straps connected end-to-end and looped over to hold the feet together.

It made the pair a single unit held together. Johnny would pick it up and examine the pair all over, taking in the color, texture and smell of the shiny boot leather. Run his tongue along the back near the ankle, taste some of the leftover lube still on the soft damp leather.

He got out his bottle of liquid cock lube and dribbled out some lube on the head and shaft of his cock. Then using just the forefinger on his right hand, schmeared the lube onto the sides and underneath of his dick. Then he began to penetrate the boots with his glistening, throbbing penis. It came in just above the ankle from behind, Johnny moaned softly as his cock worked it’s way in between the boots. Several times he would pull partway out, then slowly in a little deeper to help spread the lube in the “boot pussy” as he called it. Finally, after a half dozen agonizingly slow thrusts, his cock head poked out between the boots in the front.

Then he began to thrust in earnest, relishing the feeling of his greasy cock slowly sliding between the boots. He carried on like this for several minutes, varying the pace and depth of his thrusts while his mind reels with pleasure. His hands glide up and down over the tall boots, touching them, feeling them, caressing them. He began to smell the aroma of the warm boot leather. His lust increased, wanting to keep experiencing the deep pleasure of boot fucking, but couldn’t hold back his impending climax either. He began to feel the irregular twitching and pulsing start outward, from his knees and sternum, as the waves seem to build and center on his crotch, the feeling of pressure building inside his prostate, his glistening glans penis now pumped to it’s maximum size. And still with each thrust the pressure builds...he tries to hold back as long as he can, until finally, after time seems to stop for a moment…

RELEASE. With an involuntary grunt the first big bolt of semen spits out from his cock, landing on the foot of the riding boot in a big stringy glob. He holds backs again and keeps pumping, but after a few strokes the rest of his load spurts out as he gasps, squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!. Six healthy pumps of thick globby cum, then a slow dribbling string from the cock head down to the boots’ foot. The boots were still squeezing his cock tightly, so he tried to be still while his post-orgasm cock was at it’s maximum sensitivity, still throbbing and twitching. After catching his breath, Johnny gradually withdrew his now-whithered, lube-slimed cock from between the sexy riding boots. He bent over and licked all the cum off the foot of the boots. He LOVES eating cum off of riding boots.