He says he has more. Boy this
will be a God send to you quys
since I haven't been to prompt
with the new stories.
have found the city to be full of suprises. I work 14 hours
a day and usually the weekends. Some life huh. Well one
weekend the factory shut down for inventory, leaving me
time to do the things I needed to do. Well the first evening
I decided to go to a night club that I hadn't been to in quite
some time The Night **** . It is a good distance from my
home, therefore I do not frequent it as much as I would like. Tonight it was crowded as usual with all the pool
tables full and the bar stools all taken. I decided to sit out
on the patio. Trying to make my way to the exit I noticed
a guy in full lether biker gear, tall with black hair, and
biker boots that were virtuly unmared. I stood looking at him while he played pool. Now don't get me wrong I usually don't stare but this was a sight that for some reason
I just couldn't shake off. I really don't know how long I stood there befor relizing what I was doing, but I finally
gained my sences and went on to the patio.
to leave I turned and ran square into the quy from the pool
table. Startled quickly lead to embarasment, blushing (quite
sure of that) I pardoned myself wanting to get the hell out
of there fast. He just stood firm and smiled. The time seemed
to stand still, till he introduced himself. Hi I'm Mack, I stamered out my name then sat back down at the table. Mack
sat down across from me. He asked if we had ever met befor, with a quizical look on his face. I answered "no not
that I could remember. He shot me a smile saying I just wondered, the way you stared at me in there. I could't say
a thing let alone move. Getting up to leave he asked me if
I would like to attend a party that He was throwing later
on. I finally said that I would. He asked me if I came in
alone or with someone. I said no I came alone, Great
he said then I can ride with you and show you where it is.
from the Indian School RD address. Upon ariving I noticed
a couple of other men walking in wearing almost the same
gear as Mack. I brought this up to Mack stating that I appeared to be the only one not wearing Biker atire. Well
Mack said You wern't looking at me because you knew me
now were you Mack replied. I found myself quite uncomfortable with that remark. I began to wonder why I
was looking at him at the bar. I am not one to stare at
men. But I found Macks gear very interesting, then and
now. There were about 4 other men there for about 2 hours. I had become so interested in the tales that Mack
was telling that I didn't relise that thay had left. Mack kept
noticing me looking at his boots, never did he make me uncomfortable. He just kept on talking. When we noticed,
or maybe I should say When I finally noticed everyone else
was gone Mack asked me if I liked his boots as I was looking them over a lot during the evening. I didn't know what to say to this, but well they were very interesting.
He suprised me by asking if I liked them . I answered honestly with a yes. He then STUNNED me by asking if
I would like to get to know them better. Startled I wanted
to know what he ment. Oh don't get squimish here I can
tell that you like them and I want to know if you would
REALLY like them. Wanting to know what he had planned I decided to go with it till I was uncomfortable.
I asked Mack what was up his sleeve. He gave me the
biggest smile and said wait here for a minuite. He came
back carrying a pair of military boots, and asked me if I liked them to. I did and told him so. Oh good he said that
means that I think we are going to have great fun tonight.
feet on the table with a enormus THUD. Smiling he asked
if I had ever done anything with boots befor. Seriously hoping he was not talking sexually. I answered No never.
I decided that I thought that I should make my self clear.
I hope you are not talking about anything involving sex here,
Smiling he said oh know I figured you out early on. Are you
game for anything else. Inspired here I said yes. Good he
said then why don't you get down close to them. Doing what he asked I sat on the floor next to his boots. Good boy
he said. Now rub your face on the sole of them. Looking at
them the soles were huge, and very rough especially with
the lugs. Doing what I was asked I rubbed my face around
the soles, harded he asked and I pressed harder. Now smell the soles. Doing what I was told I started smelling them I didn't relize that rubber had a odor of asphalt, dirt
and rubber combined. There was a few other faint odors to. Now smell the entire boot. starting at the toe I smelled
around the first to the instep, I can't hear you , Mack said
roughly. I want to here you. I did as I was told until I
reached the top there the odor changed form leather with
a slight musty smell to a full fleged foot rot smell. backing
up to get fresh air Mack said "NO I DIDN'T TELL YOU
TO QUIT!!. Startled I jumped back to the rim smelling
shallowly . He let me do this for about 10 minuits changing
the order to rubbing my face over the boots. Next he ordered me to lick his boots. NOW BOY!! he demanded.
doing this was something new and not my cup of tea at
that time. but Mack was very persuasive. Now that you have learned to service them lets teach you to respect them.
This worried the hell out of me Just what did he mean by
that. Mack said boy lay down. I did what I was told and laid on the floor. Remove the shirt. We will want to see
this. Now I was worried to the point of leaving. But intrigue got the better of me and I did as I was told.