Gay Erotic Stories

I have been a bisexual high heel, boot and glove fetishist since before the onset of puberty. So, the job notice in the campus bulletin for a salesman to sell shoes and leather accessories in an upscale women’s shop really interested me. The interview was right in the store among the displays of goods and the manager, John, asked me to describe several items to him as though he were a customer. That was the easy part – what was difficult was to keep from getting a hard-on from the smell and sight of all of the high leather boots and strappy high heels around me and for me to keep my hands off of him. John was slim and dark haired with a somewhat androgynous look about him. He wore very close fitting black gabardine trousers, a tailored white dress shirt with a floral tie and a pair of glossy black designer boots with high Cuban style heels and thin soles. I wanted to drop to the floor and lick the gleaming black kid encasing his feet and then kiss my way up his slim legs to suck the beautiful cock that had to be hiding inside the bulging front of those trim fitting pants. After a little small talk and a tour of the store John asked, “When can you start?” I was amazed that he would hire me so fast but agreed, “Tomorrow morning will be just fine!”

The next day I arrived early and helped John open up. I noticed that he was, again, wearing a pair of zippered designer boots with tall heels and began to wonder if we shared a common interest. I busied myself arranging displays until customers started coming in. It’s surprising the views you get while selling shoes – there must have been a half dozen chicks with mini-skirts that weren’t wearing underwear and displayed a considerable amount of wet pussy while I knelt at their feet. There were also a couple of TVs or CDs that displayed their wares to me as I slid boots onto their shaved and nyloned legs. John seemed to enjoy watching my responses to the marginally disguised offers. Finally, he came over and said “Great job! You show just enough interest to keep them excited but don’t give off the wrong impression about the shop. These rich bitches really like to think that they are playing with you.” I thought to myself “I’d really like to be playing with you.” But, instead I commented on John’s boots and how much I liked them. “I’ll make a confession” John responded, “these are women’s boots – "Bitch Boots" – don’t they look great?” I agreed – readily. “I really like boots” I confided to John, “and those really excite me!” I hoped that I had gotten the hint across.

Several evenings later John scheduled me to close with him. He had asked me to work on a display of women’s thigh boots and long leather gloves before we locked up and by the time closing came around I was getting horny as hell. John came from the back with a somewhat distressed look on his face. “I’ve got to leave” he announced “an emergency!” He didn’t explain further just handed me the extra keys and said “Roll down the doors and lock up when I leave.” He left by the front door, disappearing into the mall while I turned off the lights and began dropping the roll-down doors.

I was inside alone, the roll-down blocked any view from the mall and the tall, glossy, high-heeled boots on the display were making me wildly excited. “What the hell, I’m alone!” I muttered and went into the stock room to find a pair that would fit me. In minutes I had stripped and pulled on a pair of hose from the display and then tugged the long, glossy, black boots onto my outstretched legs. I stood and looked at my slim, hairless, nude body in the mirrors admiring how the boots formed to my legs and how rigidly hard my cock had become. A pair of elbow length black kid gloves was draped on the display – I picked them up and drew them onto my hands and arms then began to fondle myself. There was a black leather sofa surrounded by mirrors in the fitting area and I sat directly in its middle with my booted legs spread wide slowly stroking my drooling cock and taking in the scene from several perspectives. Next to the sofa was another display of boots and I grabbed a pair of black patent knee-highs with a very skinny, very high heels. I licked one glossy spike and smeared it with saliva then I lay back with my ass over the edge of the sofa and pushed the heel into my hole. I was fucking myself with the boot and loving it. I writhed moaning and clamping my ass tight onto the skinny heel, holding it in place as I jacked myself with one leather-encased hand and held the second boot to my mouth with the other - licking its glossy, pointed, patent leather toe.

I looked at my image in the mirror and realized that there was someone standing behind the sofa. I sat up with a start not fully comprehending what I was seeing. I realized that John was standing behind me - naked except for a pair of high-heeled, crotch high, stretch leather boots and skin-tight shoulder length gloves. His cock was as rigid as mine and glazed with precum. “I like someone who gets into his work!” he panted as he stepped around the sofa and faced me. “I also like someone who is willing to lick the boss’ boots and suck the boss’ cock!” “I guess I’m going to be your best employee.” I managed to pant, moving to my knees in front of him and sliding my tongue over the glossy black leather that was zipped tightly to his smooth slim legs. “Yes, Michael, yes!” he groaned, “Lick my fucking Bitch Boots.”

I bent over to lick his toes and my ass was in the air – the boot heel still deep inside me. John’s leather was smooth and glossy and my tongue slid easily over his instep and up to his ankle then upward onto his thighs, moving from leg to leg. John now dropped to his booted knees in front of my semi-prostrate body and held his hardness in a gloved hand. “Eat me!” he groaned, “suck me until I’m juicy enough to replace that boot heel in your ass.” I began to flick his glands with my tongue and work my head back and forth on John’s rigid shaft. I could taste the salty, musky oozing of his excitement as his precum drooled into my mouth. He bent forward and I felt his gloved hands slide down my body toward my anal mounds. Grasping the patent leather boot, John pulled it out of my hole and tossed it aside. “Time for the real thing” he groaned and slid his cock from my mouth. A string of thick clear precum stretched from my lips to his cock head, finally breaking and dropping down on my chin as he backed away. “Mount me!” I gasped, “Ride my fucking ass.”

John turned and moved behind me. I reached back and spread my ass open with gloved hands, puckering my hole and raising it – inviting him into me. John knelt between my legs and pressed his open mouth over my hole. I moaned my approval as I felt his saliva wet tongue thrust into me making me slick inside with his saliva. Then, he pressed the precum-glazed head of his cock against my opening – I pushed back against him and he entered me. I screamed my approval as John pushed forward bursting past my sphincter with his mushroomed cock head and plunging into my anal depths. This Bitch Booted Adonis was fucking me, ass fucking me like I couldn’t believe possible. He was groaning and writhing – working his cock around in my ass while his tongue slithered over my neck and shoulders and his gloved hands rolled my erect nipples. “Oh! Mother fucker, mother fucker!” I cried, “Do it! Fill me with your hot jizz!” John squirmed against my thrusting, rotating ass burying his cock into me until I felt his pubes against my buns and his glands against my prostate. My cock was dancing stiffly between my booted legs, each of his thrusts now made me drool strings of precum that wet my leather encased fingers as I fondled my own cock head.

Suddenly John gasped loudly, pushed forward then became quite still. I felt his cock jerk and then the heat of his erupting juices filled my ass. He grunted and his body shook as stream after stream of hot cream spewed into my tightly clamped ass hole. My own cock now began its dance of ecstasy twitching and jerking almost in unison with John’s, spattering thick wads of my spunk onto the floor beneath me. It seemed like John had dumped a quart of his hot juices into my hole before he drew back and fell to the floor next to me. With his juices dribbling from my ass and over my balls I dropped from my semi-kneeling position and lay on the floor in the puddle of cum I had just unloaded, letting the jizz that was dribbling over my balls mix with mine, then I rolled over and pressed my spunk smeared crotch against his wet cock. We writhed together smearing our juices as we lay panting, booted legs entwined, kissing as our orgasms subsided.

I believe that this has turned out to be just about the best job I’ve ever had