I always tried to stop rubbing in time to grab my jack-off rag to finish the job and keep the jizz from going everywhere. Because of his social life he didn't keep up with his assignments very well, so began asking me to help him with various projects. As my cock grew he would jab at my balls with his boot while continuing to rub my cock until I shot my load. You're fucking around with my boots! Although I had seen and admired the spit-shine on sailors' shoes and the mirror brightness of soldiers' combat boots when on parade, I didn't know how to give my boots that kind of a polish, so settled for just applying Kiwi boot polish and brushing the boots like hell. I sat on the edge of my seat hoping there would be a close-up shot of some hulking army ranger's powerful boot just before he kicked the shit out of the enemy.
I've had better, but with a little training I think you'll do OK.
Fucking Awesome Boot-Licker!
Because of his social life he didn't keep up with his assignments very well, so began asking me to help him with various projects. But as he looked at the boot his eyes spotted the big tent in my lap. I'm not usually into boots or that type of fetish, but I found your story quite arousing. I was in bootlicker heaven! ROTC was great and I had quite a job keeping my cock limp when our instructor strutted in front of the class in his spit-shined shoes. In spite of my admiration for Bob I managed to keep my growing boot lust hidden from everyone. I found myself beginning to really lust after Bob when he wore his uniform and the shoes I had worked so hard on.