Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 21:49:16 -0700 (PDT) From: John Brant Subject: Black Boots in the Boy Scouts - Authoritarian, High School, Military This story is fictional and written for men into leather, uniforms and boots. If you like the story, please consider making a contribution to Nifty, so that it can continue to publish fiction by gay writers. Black Boots in the Boy Scouts Steve was seventeen years old and going into his senior year of high school. He made pretty good grades at school and was a fairly aggressive boy. Steve was also a boy scout and had just made Eagle Scout two months before. Steve was really proud of his achievement and it showed in the way he tended to boss around the other scouts in the troop. Mr. Harley, the Scout Master, was content for Steve to handle these matters as it was one less thing for him to worry about. Steve had always loved uniforms, but when he got into junior high school he realized that uniforms, particularly those worn by soldiers or police with spit shined combat boots, had a new effect on him. They caused his cock to get hard. When he looked at pictures of men in shiny black boots and rubbed his crotch, he sensed a warm glow in his cock. While in seventh grade he joined the boy scouts because he could wear a uniform. Then too, a couple of the high school students he knew in his local troop wore regulation black army combat boots. After a year of being an average member of his troop he was approached by one of the older boys who was working toward Eagle Scout. Gus said that one of his badges he had to earn was mentoring. He wanted to know if Steve was willing to have his own personal trainer to help him get his badges more quickly and show him some of the secrets of getting ahead. Steve was overwhelmed by the offer and readily agreed. The fact that Gus wore black army combat boots that you could see your face in was even more exciting. Gus suggested that they have their first meeting at his house after school. Both his parents worked, so they had the place pretty much to themselves. Gus took Steve to his room and showed off his uniform and all his badges. Steve saw his combat boots on the floor of his closet and picked one up. "Do you like those boots?" Gus asked. Steve nodded as he looked at his mirror image in the toe of the boot. "I can teach you how to shine your boots like that, plus lots of other secret things. But first you'll have to buy a pair of combat boots. You can get a pair of Altama boots at the Army-Navy Store in town. Tell your parents you need to get the boots to complete your uniform." The next afternoon Steve's dad took him to the Army-Navy Store and bought him the regulation army speed lace combat boots. The following day Steve went to Gus' house after school with his new boots in his backpack. Gus met him at the front door. He had changed out of his Nikes that he wore to school and was wearing his spit-shined boots. They went to his bedroom and Gus told Steve to sit on the floor. He then got out a cloth and his Kiwi boot polish and showed Steve how to rub some polish on the cloth that covered his right index finger. He then said: "Although they call it spit shine, I don't like the idea of spitting on my boots, so I just run my tongue over the smooth leather. He picked up one of Steve's boots, ran his tongue over the toe and then began rubbing polish into the leather with a circular motion of his finger. He then handed the rag to Steve and let him take over. Steve cradled the boot in his crotch as he rubbed the boot polish into the thick leather. Soon the smell of the new leather and the rubbing of the boot on his crotch began to have their effect. As his cock began to swell he began to worry if Gus could see. After ten minutes Gus took the boot for a closer inspection. As he pulled it away, he noticed Steve's cock spring up. "What's this, Steve boy? Are you getting a hard-on while polishing your boots?" Steve was at a loss for words, but finally said something about it felt good. Gus told him to stand up and come over to the desk chair where he was now sitting. He grabbed Steve's dick through his pants and began to rub. Steve let out a gasp at the unexpected action. "You like that, don't you? It feels good, right? Don't be ashamed, man. It's natural. In fact I was going to tell you in a couple of weeks that part of my mentoring is to teach you about sex. Would you like that?" Steve responded: "Yes, sir! I'd like that." With that he took a deep breath and said: "Please Gus, my cock is really getting hard. I'm afraid some white fuck is going to come out of it, unless you stop." Gus got a wicked grin on his face when he said: "Sounds like you've been jacking off. Is this true?" Steve nodded. Gus began unbuckling his belt and pulled down his fly and then his pants and underpants. He then wrapped his hand around Steve's ramrod stiff member. Steve let out a moan and said: "It's coming." Gus replied, "Quick, get that white rag under my bed." Steve grabbed the rag which was stiff in parts. "This is my jack-off rag. Every good scout should keep one under his bed so that when he masturbates, he doesn't get fuck all over his clothes. Gus wrapped the rag around Steve's cock and rubbed it only a couple of times before Steve shot his wad with a big groan. "Nice shot, Scout," Gus said. "Now I want to teach you another way to jack off, but first I think you need to acknowledge that I am the master and you are the learner. The best way is for you to get down on the floor and lick my boots." On hearing this Steve hesitated, but Gus pressed his advantage by pushing his head down on his boot. Steve began licking. Gus urged him on with advice: "Push your tongue out further. Lick the toe fully. Get your tongue down where the leather and the sole attach. Now lick the shafts with long full slobber licks. I want to see my boots gleaming with your spit." When Gus was satisfied that both his boots had been well serviced he pulled Steve up to his crotch and said: "Besides using a hand to jack off, you can also use your mouth. Since you are the learner and I am the master, I want you to start sucking on my cock until it gets hard and cums." Steve did as he was told and soon Gus was moving his head back and forth to a fast paced rhythm. He then said: "Steve, I'm getting ready to cum. Now I want to warn you, not to spit out my cum when I fill your mouth, just swallow it. In fact it is good for you. The more man juice you swallow the faster your balls can manufacture your own fuck." With that he shot his load into Steve's mouth. When he had recovered he said: "Shit, we've been at this stuff for more than an hour. You'd better be on your way home. Here take your boots and this can of boot polish and rag and I want you to work on your boots until they are as shiny as mine." With that Steve collected his things and took off. (To be continued in chapter two.)