I started school a year late and was therefore always a little more physically and mentally mature than my classmates. By the time I was eighteen, I looked more like I was twenty, had a fit body from working on the family farm and swimming. I was around six feet tall, one hundred seventy pounds and had more body hair than my friends.
At that time, I was good looking enough that many of the girls were interested in me so I got a lot of dates and learned how to get most of the girls to second base quite quickly and even fucked quite a few. I loved licking a girl's pussy until she was squirming and she herself was begging for cock.
I was horny all the time and jerked off multiple times a day, usually watching hetero porn. I slowly found out that I was also turned on by the big porn cocks and this frightened me a little making me wonder if I were gay. To avoid this fear, I rarely watched man-woman porn and became an avid viewer of woman-woman porn and yes, I was still horny, interested and satisfied by pussy, so I thought that my interest in cock had just been a fluke.
One day, I flipped onto man-man porn and wow, this was a whole new level of excitement and satisfaction. I was drooling over the more masculine clips where there was a big, hairy dude with a big cock. Then I found a rimming video and fuck, was I turned on. When the top guy spread the bottom's butt checks and the rosy, puckered asshole was the full picture, I shot my load. I realized then and there I was definitely bi and maybe even more to men than women. I was still somewhat uncomfortable with this, but was interested enough to explore further. I couldn't see any real options for meeting a man in real life so I was limited to porn for my titillation and my right hand for satisfaction.
I was lucky enough to get an early acceptance to a university and that gave me extra time to earn money for the upcoming tuition and living expenses, but I needed to find a job. There were not many part time jobs available that paid a good wage. I ran across a "Help Wanted" sign in the shoe shop in our town.
This was a real old-timey shoe shop that had existed since at least the 1920's without any update. The shop provided shoe repair where one could sit in wait on an old leather bound bench, or drop-off-pick-up. The old shop reeked of leather, machines, machine oil and probably of shoe sweat as well. The owner, Mr. Stout, was an old man pushing at least seventy five years and probably didn't need the money, but the shop was his life. The salary was better than at a fast food place since no teenagers wanted to work there. I was happy when the old man hired me and was willing to patiently teach me to use the stitching and cutting machines. I caught on fast and was able to even execute difficult reparations like an expert.
Most of the clientele were older or relatively poorer people who either had fine quality old shoes that needed a new sole or stitching or just not enough money for new shoes and a repair would keep them going for a few months.
The old man liked to be the frontman to most customers, however, there were a few customers whom I made a point of serving including truckers, linemen, pavers, roofers and Mexican labourers who worked on the Christmas tree farms and other orchards in the area. These men often had boots that needed new heel, sole or stitching repairs. They were usually quite good eye candy since all of them were masculine, muscular and hairy. I would chub up just by being in their presence and talking to them.
Their boots were usually well worn with a funky scent of mansweat and leather that turned me on. Many times, I would take their boots into the back room on the pretense of doing something special, but in reality I would take them into the small bathroom, sniff and lick the leather and jerk off. I would bury my nose deep into the boot and inhale the musky aroma, massaging myself to a full hardon, lick and slowly jerk off, often licking the inside or even the outside of the boot to drive myself to a full orgasm.
When the old man was around it was not possible to take the musky boots back for a sniff or quick jerk off, so while I worked on them, I would lean my package into the old machines which vibrated heavily and stimulated my cock. If I could see the client in the waiting area, I would stare at them and get off thinking about sucking their hunky cocks and in this way, I often shot off in my pants.
The Mexican clients usually came in as a group of three or four. One of the Mexican clients, probably in his mid-thirties, was very tan, tall and had a smoking hot body. His jeans were always a couple of sizes too small and he sported a hefty bulge centered in his crotch. He wore snap-down cowboy shirts open almost to the waist and his chest was covered with long, soft, black hair. He was never fully washed and had a sexy scent that was a mixture of sweat and cheap cologne that turned me on. My cock would start to rise and run pre-cum every time he just came through the door. His cowboy boots had intricate designs made of stitching that easily came out and frequently needed repair.
On one occasion, the repair was extensive so I had to ask him to keep one of the boots for a couple of days. I took the boot home and lay in bed massaging it over my body, licking it from top to bottom and inhaling the funky aroma. The toe of the boot narrowed into a sharp point and I pushed it into my mouth, sucking it in until I could feel it in my throat, gagging and jerking all the while.
My ass was twitching so I rubbed and teased my ass crack, taint and balls with smooth leather of the boot. I finally honed the sharp tip onto my anus. I lay on my back, threw my legs up in the air and pushed the point of the boot further into my ass and fucked myself with the boot, jerking my stiff cock the entire time. The hard smooth leather felt good in my ass and I could still smell the manly aroma of the inner boot which helped me imagine it was the Mexican himself fucking me. I got up on my haunches so that I could ride the boot tip and push it further into my ass. I rode the boot tip and jerked myself into a climactic orgasm shooting load after load of cum on my bed. When I returned the boot to the Mexican, he looked at me and said, "Buen trabajo, guapo!" This caught me by surprise and I looked into his dark eyes and he stared back with and then winked. "Hmm, did that mean anything," I wondered.
"Gracias, en cualquier momento," I replied using my high school Spanish and winked back at him. On his way out the door, he turned around and gave me a sexy, suggestive smile.
One busy Saturday afternoon, the shop was full of walk-in customers. The old man started having heart palpitations and decided he should go home, leaving me to work overtime to get all the repairs done and the clients out of the shop. I was looking forward to going home that evening and relaxing.
Just as I was finishing up with the last customer, Old Widow Neaves, I looked out onto the parking lot across the street and saw a big rig pull in. I watched the truck driver alight from the truck and FUCK, from distance he was hot! My cock stood straight up as I distractedly rang the last customer out and concentrated on him from a distance.
"There you go Mrs. Neaves, sorry to keep you waiting so long, " I told the customer.
"That's fine, I'm just happy you could fix my shoes so I can wear them to church tomorrow, You can't just wear any old shoes to God's house, you know, blah, blah, blah.."
While she was talking I was not listening as I was oogling the truck driver. He opened the side storage compartment of the cab, fished something out and put it in a bag. WOW! What a stud! "Could he be coming here? God, I hope so," I thought.
The trucker turned around and started walking over to the shop and I was finally able to get a good look at him. He was a six foot, four inch tall bear with a full bushy beard, a muscular body, a small ass and just the beginnings of a beer belly. He was clearly packing a big cock that was filling out the front of his jeans in an almost vulgar way. My heart started beating rapidly and I could feel the blood running to my head.
He walked over, stuck his head in the door to ask something. He could hear the last customer was still talking and smiled and shook his head knowingly.
"Blah, blah, blah....., tell your grandmother, blah, blah, see you at church tomorrow, blah, blah, blah....., " she babbled on.....
"Thank you, that's fine Mrs. Neaves, I will tell her, now you run along home," I came around the counter to physically whisk her out of the shop so I would be alone with the trucker.
"Sorry about that," I said.
"No problem, we got several of them in the family, you just gotta let them talk it out," he replied with a sexy smile.
Standing there at the door with him, I was mesmerized by his size and masculinity. My cock was getting stiff just standing beside him and I could feel my cock stretching my jeans. I looked into his gray-blue eyes and lost myself for a moment. He looked like some of the dream guys I drooled over from porn films.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
