I Get My Boots Back
by Booted4u

My four years of high school were without a doubt the best days of my life when it came to boots and socks. Two of my best friends whom I will refer to as James and Don were without a doubt the two best dressed and best looking guys in the whole school. Jim, Don and I had never met as we went to separate grade schools and were just starting our freshman year with one another. They both lived about 12 miles from me and the first time I laid eyes on the two of them I knew my high school years were going to be great.

Jim was about 5' 11" and Don about the same and found out the second week in school that they were first cousins. Jim had blonde hair and Don dark black and both were built very, very well and in tip-top shape. The first month or so in our freshman year they both extended their friendship to me. At that point in time I was not sure why, other than I was likewise an attractive guy. The only thing that made me stand out was that I always wore cowboy boots to school.

Now let me give you a bit of info about my background - maybe this is why they were or became attracted to me. I will admit that I came from a very well-to-do family and there were very few things in life at that time that I wanted and did not receive. I was worshipped by my parents as an only child, and when it came to clothing I could and did select just about anything within reason that my heart desired. Jim and Don were from very good families also, but one could tell that they did not have the availability of things in life that I had. They were very well-dressed but both always wore the normal type clothing and footwear and I was just the oddball when it came to that part of things.

I wanted to be and was different -- such as wearing my cowboy boots, tight jeans and shirts and once in a while even my cowboy hat to school. Quite a few of the guys and gals felt for me and I never had the problem of being turned down by anyone for a date or whatever. Now the one thing that no one knew about me was that I had a severe boot, sock and foot fetish. Even in my Freshman year of school I had been privy to a few other guys; boots and feet from the larger Metro community, but never around my home town. Jim was a good dresser and I would often notice his footwear, which ran from top-grade sneakers to Bass Loafers and at times even short lace boots.

After a few months in school Jim, Don and myself were becoming very close and spent a lot of time with one another on shopping trips, movies, dances and most of all football games. The end of the year was upon us and so many times I had dreamed of getting into their shoes and socked feet that I would get hard just thinking about it. I would never make any gesture as I did not want to upset our friendship and relationship. We all remained close through our next two years of high school and not until our senior year did I ever get a chance at those shoes and socks of Jim or Don's.

In our senior year (and our respective 18th years of life) about a month before school started Jim called one evening and asked if I wanted to go clothes shopping with him and Don. I jumped right at that offer! Dad gave me a credit card and I rushed to my room to shower and pull on a fresh pair of Levi's, white boot socks, and my best black Kangaroo cowboy boots. The boots were custom made, had a 3" underslung heel and 18" tops that came all the way to my knees. I pulled on a sexy western shirt and within 20 minutes Jim and Don were blowing their horn for me.

Off we went to do our clothes shopping and the first question from Jim was, "Paul, where did you get those boots you are wearing?"

I told him and he insisted that he was going for a pair that day so we headed first to the boots shop on Columbia Street. We marched right in and Jim simply told the clerk to get him a pair of boots just like the ones I was wearing and that's when I found out for the very first time that Jim wore the very same size as mine but I never let on at that point. Jim was all fitted up and man did he ever look great in those boots and a sexy as I had ever seen him. I was getting hard just looking at him walk around the store in them and when he told the clerk he was going to wear them I knew I was in for a beautiful day just watching Jim walk on those streets in those hot sexy cowboy boots.

Don, on the other hand, settled for his usual which were Bass Loafers in cordovan color and kept his sneaker on and his new ones boxed which was all right with me as Jim was really the turn on for me that day. We'll, after about 4 hours, we finished and headed back to the van and were homeward bound. Now school had begun and the very first day Jim wore his boots and jeans and several guys in class noticed them as well as mine which I always wore ... but others had never seen Jim in cowboy boots. He was very proud of them as I could tell by the way he walked and the way he always positioned them while in class, ect.

I had made my mind up that I was going to get into Jim's boots come hell or high water and the following month while Jim was in ball practice (and at which time I had study hall) I left the room went to the dressing room, pulled out Jim's basket and took from there his boots and white socks. At once I pulled the socks to my nose and smelled and the smell of Jim's foot and the mixture of that boot leather made me hard at once.

I was about to go crazy and before I knew it I was setting on the dressing bench, pulling off my boots and pulling Jim's onto my feet. They fit me to a T and, unless I would have know better, I would have sworn they were my boots that were setting on the floor in front of me. I could not resist, I placed my boots into Jim's basket, walked across the room and out the door in Jim's boots ... and back to Study hall. I sat there with a hard-on the whole time in Jim's boots until I thought it was near time for his ball practice to finish and I left to return his boots to the basket but to my surprise practice was just finishing and this really got me shook as I knew now that I would not be able to return Jim's boot to the basket and retrieve mine back. I was a nervous wreck as I rushed back to Study hall and expected Jim to walk in any minute and call me aside and demand his boots back. We'll nothing happened and, believe it or not, Jim and I boarded the bus that evening wearing one another's boots ... and he not knowing the difference!

As soon as I got home I rushed to my bedroom to beat off with his boots on and was without a doubt the best load I had ever shot. Next day I wore Jim's boots back to school and low and behold there mine were on his feet likewise and all I could think that whole day was that Jim has my boots and does not know it and I was wearing his and floating on top the world. We'll that day again I went back to the dressing room and again smelled Jim's white boot socks that now were being worn in my own boots and again became so hard that I had no choice except to beat off right then and there while stuffing his clean smelly sock in my open mouth.

I'd worn Jim's boots for two whole weeks before switching them back in the basket and, as far as I knew, Jim never knew the difference at that point. Now it was football season and we never missed a game. And each night we always wore our boots and jeans ... with Don always along in his loafers and/or sneakers.

As we were approaching homecoming night we had made plans again to go as a threesome. I do remember Jim telling me that evening to be sure and wear my boots that night. Paul and I kinda thought this was strange as he had never said such before ... as I assumed that he always took for granted that I would wear then as I always did. Well anyway, Jim and Don picked me up and we headed for the game in Jim's van. The game was great, we won and soon it was time to celebrate some. So we headed to a local dance club, had a snack and I drank two beers right along with Jim and Don. However Don ordered me the third and a coke for he and Jim. Now I was not much of a drinker (and likewise Jim and Don weren't either) and two or three beers were our limit. However that night Don kept pushing the beer to me ... and I started to get a feeling that these buddies of mine were up to something. After the third beer I kinda played along and started to pretend that I was kinda getting out into another world.

Well it was about 11:30 P.M. by this time and Jim suggested that we head home and as I went to get up I kinda fell backwards into the chair and Jim and Don at once grabbed me to assist me to the van. Now I must admit that this felt great, two sexy dudes kinda holding me up and steering me towards the van with their arms and hands around my body. Upon reaching the van they slide me in the back seat and I immediately slide over and down onto the seat as if I'd passed out. I heard Don tell Jim that he thought I was out of it and they should the road.

Well Don jumped under the wheel (which was very unusual in Jim's van) and towards home we headed ... or at least that's what I thought. Now I was really pretending to be out of it as I heard Jim and Don talking about how they were going to get me into my home and to bed without my parents knowing what was going on. And I heard Jim reply that this would not be a problem as their bedroom was completely at the far end of the home and on the ground floor, and that mine was on the second floor on the other end of the house. That's when I knew these buddies were up to something that I was really looking forward to.

We got to my driveway, circled the house ... not a light on in sight except the back porch. And right up to the porch Don drove, jumped out as Jim did and preceded to get me from the back seat of the van. I really was playing as thought I was out cold at this point as they preceded to get me under both arms with their arms around my waist and holding to my belt. They got me through the back door and so quietly up the two flights of stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. There they very easily laid me onto my bed face down and then started laughing with one another as if to say "now we have him."

Now the fun starts to happen.

Don tells Jim its time to get started, and they again start laughing when Jim says "Well, first off I want my boots back."

Oh Shit. Now it dawns on me that Jim knew all the time that I had traded his boots from Gym class and thinks the ones I have on are his. The next thing I know is that I hear them laughing again and they both are starting to pull my boots from my feet and that's quite a chore as they really fit tight (in fact, I have to use a boot pull to get time off myself). Both Jim and Don are pulling and twisting away at my booted feet and finally after what seemed like forever off they come and they are laid on the bed beside me and I am so darn hard I could bust wide open at this point. Next they remove both my white boot socks and Don tell Jim to take a smell to which he replies "Gladly".

And I just about die as, out the corner of my eye, I can see Jim smelling my empty white boot sock and, at the same time, Don has his face buried inside my empty boot shaft! This is when I start to realize that, for all these years my two best friends have had the same fetish that I have. Jim tells Don at this point to look at my sexy feet at which Don replies "Look, why the hell do I want to look? I want to taste them!" and at this point Don drops the boot (which Jim grabs and starts smelling and licking) while Don grabs my bare feet and starts to lick, smell and suck my toes!

Jim then tells Don to help him pull off his boots to which Don starts doing at once. Now Jim is in his socked feet and Don has kicked off his Loafers and is telling Jim to roll me over onto my back so that they might "give old Paul the works".

With Don's assistance Jim rolls me over and I'm sure they could not help but to notice my hard-on ... but continue anyway until Jim says to Don, "Look, Don. He is as hard as a rock and as dead as a doornail!"

They laugh again and start pulling my shirt off and then undoing my jeans--pulling them off and leaving nothing on me except my white tight briefs ...which is filled to capacity with my swollen dick. Both Jim and Don are hot as hell at this point and agree with one another to go all the way and see what will happen. And before I know whets what, off came my briefs and Jim's mouth had taken every inch of me within him! Don at this point was all over my feet and legs with his mouth. Jim went on for only few minutes until I had to let go with my load, and just at the moment I was ready to let go he grabbed his boot from the floor which he thought was mine and held the shaft to my dick ... and pumped my load into the boots shaft! Then Jim lay beside me, pulled his dick out, grabbed the other boot which he thought was MY other boot and shot his load into the shaft of same. He then ran into my bath, grabbed a towel and cleaned himself up. ]

Soon he and Don were laughing their asses of. They grabbed their clothes, dressed and was ready to leave my room thinking that I had no idea as to what had happened. I heard Jim tell Don that "Now I have my boots back and our good buddy Paul will never know the difference or have any idea of what happened this night!"

As they exited my room I just lay there laughing out loud knowing that Jim was really leaving still wearing my boots and his were the ones still left with me. To this day I have Jim's boots and he has mine and we still remain the best of friends ... and I do mean the very, very best. If you are interested in hearing the final part of this TRUE story, please let me know.

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