Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 17:13:03 -0800 (PST) From: Bruce Nathan Subject: Gay Extreme Games Chapter 2 WARNING: If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex, this story is not for you. Stop reading now. If under the laws of your locality this type of activity is proscribed, stop reading now. If you are under the age of 18 (or whatever is the age of consent in your jurisdiction), stop reading now. Anyone not falling into one of the above categories, enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one living or dead is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual experiences in my own life is my business. Copyright (c) 2001 by JO247CUM. All rights reserved. You may download this story to keep on your computer, or print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. It is however my story and I do not waive any copyrights. Any legal violations brought about by ignoring the Warning notice become your responsibility. Gay Extreme Games 2 - Nathriwat Pathiwon Nathriwat Pathiwon couldn't believe his luck. It was simply too good to be true. A boot lover for as long as he could differentiate between boots and shoes, Pathiwon thrived on the sight and taste of boots. At 10 years old, he had already developed a fetish for boots and sneakers worn by real men. In school, he joined the basketball team so that he could get to the jocks' sneakers. Although they were usually just canvas sneakers, the lingering sweat smell was heavenly. He would frequently spirit his favorite hunk's pair of high top Converse All Stars for a quick sniff in a toilet cubicle. Thank god for the wall separating the showers and the changing area. He was almost caught on many occasions but he was often resourceful enough to know that the minute someone stopped joking, or if the laughter stopped, it's time to return his spirited prized possessions. The owner never knew but Pathiwon's favorite hunk was three years his senior. He is Supawat Thiduneng. When Supawat left, Pathiwon tried to change a target but his taste in canvas sneakers had somewhat waned. The introduction of the professional basketball sneakers heralded in a new dimension of smells and feel for Pathiwon. Seeing the Globetrotters in action in their new gear stirred Pathiwon in the groin. He never knew whether it was the basketball players or their sneakers that turned them on. Somehow, he felt he had to move on. Pathiwon then joined the school boxing team. His size and physical make-up was good for the lighter weight classes but Pathiwon was not in for the sport. He did not wish to be repeatedly hit in the head by his opponent. Nonetheless, he went through the training paces faithfully and wholeheartedly. At least, it helped in building him up a little and equip him with some self-defence skills. The ultra high top boxing shoes were his chief interest then. Pathiwon was lucky. As many of the boxers do not bring their shoes home after practice, he was usually spoilt for choice. One of his favorites boots was a pair of 10 inch 15 holed size 10 black leather boxing shoes worn by the school's only heavyweight boxer, Chan Thuboi. Chan's boots were often damp after practice and for some unexplained reason, there were often white streaks on the outer surface of the boot tops. One day after practice, Pathiwon volunteered to stay back to clear up the gym. He made short work of the rearrangement of stuff and quickly retreated to the shoe lockers. He quickly found Chan's bots. He stroked his then 10-inch dick to its full masted glory and placed Chan's boots over it. The wide shaft made his dick seem thin but Pathiwon could feel the sole of the boots with his dick. It felt wet and cool. He wrapped his left hand around the supple boots and grabbed his dick with it. He began a rhythmic up-and-down stroking. Meanwhile, his right hand reached the other boot, which he raised to his nose and inhaled deeply. The man-smell was overpowering. He stuck out his tongue and licked the surface lightly. He liked what he tasted. He was especially fond of the complex tasting white streaks on the surface. He had imagined that Chan sweated nectar onto his boots. As he thought, he started stroking more and more furiously at his cock. Suddenly, he heard approaching footsteps. He saw his trainer approaching but he had reached the point of no return. He cummed into Chan's boot and at the same time, he dropped the boot in his right hand. There was a look of shock on his face. The trainer looked at him and smiled. "You do love boots, huh." Trainer Tran said. "My, look at those wet marks over the white streaks. You are a cum-bag you know that? Those are my dried cum." Tran continued. Pathiwon did not feel any sense of disgust even though he had licked off the trainer's dried cum. In fact, he was rather excited by the taste. Chan's inner sole was entirely covered by Pathiwon's huge cum discharge just now. He removed the boot and Tran took it to his nose and inhaled. "Not bad at all!" He exclaimed. Tran then swiped his finger at the cum and tasted. "Best juice ever." Pathiwon's secret was safe with Tran. They even had weekly sharing sessions with those boots. None of the boxers were aware of what was happening. Pathiwon graduated from high school two years later and went on to University, where he earned his honors degree in Economics. Upon his high school graduation, Tran invited to train under him and join the underground circuit of gay fighting. "It will pay for the fees." Tran said, ignorant of the fact that Pathiwon actually needed no such money. But Tran was right. Pathiwon had good sense of coordination and was well conditioned. Modified from classical Thai Boxing, freestyle and Greco Norman Wrestling, free sparring was almost devoid of rules. It was an anything goes (under the belt even; though honor frequently discouraged men from doing that to each other during fights), no holds barred style of fighting. You may wear boxing gloves if you wish, boots if you wish, head protection if you wish and so on. So long as the equipment on you satisfies the set of rules and regulations set down by WWF and WCW, you're in business. Pathiwon often made short work of his opponents, never resorting to any illegal moves. But Pathiwon always had a condition for fighting. If his opponent lost the match, he must give Pathiwon his boots and two condoms filled with a cum shot each. He often coated the boots with the cum and kept them once they dried. He does not lick them but he savors the smell of each man as he jacks off. From 18 years old till now (25 years old), Pathiwon fought in 300 matches and has won a total of 244 pairs of boots (50 matches did not involve boots but he won them all anyway). Those that are not his size are often "consumed", cleaned upon, and then given away to budding boxers. Those that are in his size, he would keep them for his fetish. In high school, Pathiwon would sneak into construction workers' quarters whenever possible. There, he could get some boots if he were in luck. He was frequently caught, as his luscious hair covered head was a dead giveaway in an area where hard hats were compulsory. Smelling those stinky shafts was gorgeous but he had to resist the urge to lick them - these boots were often crusted with thick layers of mud and cement. He jerked off many a time into his briefs during these clandestine visits. Even now, he would sneak in with his hard hat and all and pull on some boots, if it is only for the joy of wearing another man's boots. Since time immemorial, man and boots were one and the same for Pathiwon. It did not matter anymore. No woman in any boots, not even men's boots, would get any interest or attention from him. He now could look at the boot, the face and then decide on the course of action. Pathiwon found a job as an Immigration Officer with the Thailand Airports Authority upon graduation. He kept his fetish and inclination the best kept secret in his life. Many a day, he would be jacking off his most intimate fantasies about some of his booted colleagues in the secrecy of the employees' toilets. No one actually knew about that. No one must know, or his job would be in jeopardy. He bought himself several pairs of boots, which he rotated and wore for work. The cowboys made him look out-of-place with its pointed fronts. The side-zippers made him look old and stiff. The local produced boots never had the air of sophistication. His favorites were the American work boots (but are ironically mostly made in China). His first pair Caterpillars was a joy to wear. The thick cushions and the way it breaks in and moulds perfectly to his feet were unparalled. He then stuck on to Cats, having worked through the soles of almost 6 pairs of boots. He wore them almost round-the-clock each day. The heavy duty walking around the massive airport and its surrounding areas also took their toll. The Bangkok traffic and his heavy motor biking also led to shorter boot lifespan but he simply loved getting new boots. Hardworking and motivated, Pathiwon was quickly promoted to section supervisor in 2 years and now, he had just been promoted to assistant operations manager for the customs and excise department in the airport. Right after his first promotion, his counter work was reduced but he had to do rounds each day in the airport. He has "helped" many a tourist in "distress" but it had been really distressing for him as well. Most of them were more interested to make him suck their cock than to actually share his passion for boots and reciprocal love. His best experience then was at best a blowjob returned. It was all to clear and evident that getting a life-partner through such short-term trysts was unlikely. Pathiwon was careful to use a condom each BJ and he restricted his ministrations to the stranger to only such. He allowed reciprocal BJs and would plough the guy's ass if he wanted it but it was also with a condom. He would never forget that hairy Indian ass that he took (he wore a pair of flavorsome 6 inch side-zippers) that made him feel as though there were ants crawling on his thigh and groin areas the whole day. The Hong Konger with a pair of 10 inch German Army Boots was also interesting. He had the smallest but thickest stub of a dick ever. There was this foul-mouthed Australian who, wearing Aussie cowboy fakies, cummed so much that it filled almost a quarter of the condom. The Australian guy removed the condom and then dropped the entire thing into his boots, spilling the contents entirely. There were many others, but none of them were memorable. At least not for the correct reasons. His promotion to assistant manager came about a month before Bruce's visit. He was entirely relieved from his desk-bound job and now, his primary duty was to cover "some aspects of airport security, some aspects of passenger management, some aspects of information and enquiries, some aspects of airport management". Hell, that was a mouthful. At least, that was how he felt when the deputy director of operations briefed him. Nonetheless, he was not going to argue with the 100% increase in salary and a 21-day increase to 35 days of annual vacation. He sent in his leave form immediately upon his promotion for a 21-day break. He would be visiting Chiang Mai, so he said. What he did not say was that he was off to take part in the Gay Extreme Games in Chiang Mai, which would last for about 15 days. He would take another 7 days to recover from his possible injuries before coming back to work. He had sent in the forms since 6 months ago and his acceptance was sent to him some 3 months' back. He had been fidgeting about how to get enough days for the event. Now his problems are over. Being the low season for tourism, his boss approved his leave without even a blink. Good, now it's done! Meeting Bruce must have been the best thing that has come true for Pathiwon this year. The passionate love for boots and the passionate love making session, although it was only BJs and masturbations, augured well for the relationship. Bruce will be returning to Bangkok in 24 days and that should give me a well-enough head start to wait for him. He had never been so satisfied before. He knew he had found the right guy when the first thing the guy looked on him was his boots, his crotch, and then at him. He caught Bruce at once but Bruce had not noticed. He placed himself prominently to catch Bruce's attention. It worked. The session in the room had made him complete. This was the first time Pathiwon had made love with someone without a condom. It was an act without remorse, without abandonment. The exchange of bodily fluids was an initiation ritual and bound the two souls as one. The exchange of boots, the right to each other's body. Pathiwon replayed each scene in the room in his mind over and over again. He saw Bruce off at the gate and he went home and prepped himself for the long ride up north the next day. "Hopefully, I do win something. The 1 million baht winner's check would be nice but it's going to be tough, with those 'white ghosts' (Caucasians) competing. But if I give up now, there is no chance for anything at all." Pathiwon thought, as he proceeded to get some sleep. He tossed slightly at first, unsure if the relationship might work up but soon fell asleep due to his exhausting day. The next morning, Pathiwon got up just before his alarm clock went off. He took a good bath and did the usual pre-fight ritual in front of the Buddha image. He put on his biking leathers and wore his Alpinestars Tech 8. After checking and confirming that all his belongings are in order, he proceeded to ride up to Chiang Mai on his trusty Honda 400 cc. One thought that lingered on his mind was "What if I see Bruce? What am I to say?" TO BE CONTINUED (Gay Extreme Games 3 - Nicholas Grant) Comments welcome. jo247cum@yahoo.com. Constructive criticisms will be seriously looked into. Irresponsible flames will be ignored.