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These Boots Are Made For Pounding, And That's Just What They'll Do, One Of These Days These Boots Are Gonna Pound Me In The Butt - (Classic Tingler Revisited)
🕑 Added 2024-07-03 15:01:02 +0000 UTCwhat a time to be trotting buckaroos. in a few days BURY YOUR GAYS will be released and hopefully push this timeline a little closer to love WHAT A TREAT. so that is a good day as an author i think, and i am so glad to celebrate with you all.
i like to use this patreon to give you all as much of a BEHIND THE SCENES LOOK as i can although sometimes that is difficult for legal reasons. even if i DID want to say WHAT IS GOING ON i cannot in a few cases, and i think this is one of those cases, so i will try to HEDGE MY WORDS. lets just say that with CAMP DAMASCUS last summer, and BURY YOUR GAYS this summer, WHO KNOWS WHAT TINGLEVERSE HORROR COULD BE COMING IN FUTURE SUMMERS. just sayin.
anyway point is that with my dang BOOK TOUR trotting out there soon, this time of year seems to be shaping up as a spot where i settle in on the patreon here and give everyone a few classic tinglers for a while. i usually try to put out a new tingler a week, but for book tour and big MAINSTREAM RELEASE days i finally say 'i will take a moment and reflect' and i think thats nice. i think this will MAYBE PROBABLY WHO KNOWS be a routine summertime trot for old chuck
anyway continuing with all this talk on TROTTING, hope to see some of you all on the BIG BOOK TOUR. there are several stops along the way and tickets have already sold out for a few of them. if you want to come see me LIVE AND IN PERSON THATS RIGHT THE REAL DEAL CHUCK then check it out buckaroos
of course i though to the perfect tingler to revisit before i head out on my tour. because BOOTS KNOW HOW TO TROT. please enjoy THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR POUNDING, AND THAT'S JUST WHAT THEY'LL DO, ONE OF THESE DAYS THESE BOOTS ARE GONNA POUND ME IN THE BUTT
Derek has a big meeting at work, and with his career on the line he’s starting to get nervous. Despite knowing his ideas are good, he’s still lacking the confidence to make this presentation a success.
When Derek spots a gorgeous pair of boots trotting by, however, he immediately recognizes this footwear as a way to boost his confidence. The only problem now is finding a pair of his own.
But when Derek finally does track down some boots, he finds they are not for sale. Fortunately, it quickly becomes apparent that another deal can be made in a hardcore, bisexual group encounter.
This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling bisexual human on living boot action.
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THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR POUNDING, AND THAT'S JUST WHAT THEY'LL DO, ONE OF THESE DAYS THESE BOOTS ARE GONNA POUND ME IN THE BUTT
By Chuck Tingle
“You seem stressed,” my friend Jeremy finally offers after staring at me for quite some time.
We’re sitting across from one another at the chocolate milk shop, sipping from our tall, cold glasses of the delicious beverage as we take a break from the summer heat. Out here on the patio there’s plenty of shade, and the situation would otherwise be quite relaxing if not for the fact that Jeremy’s right. I am stressed.
“It’s this work presentation,” I finally reply, shaking my head from side to side. “It’s all I can think about.”
My friend shrugs. “You’ve got work presentations all the time,” he reminds me. “You’ve got this.”
He’s usually correct in his assertion that I’ll make it out of the boardroom just fine, but I’m struggling to find the same amount of confidence in myself right now. It’s not that I’ve gotten worse at my job, but recently it seems like everyone around me has gotten that much better at what they do. I’m having a hard time keeping up.
“Damn,” Jeremy continues. “Usually you snap out of it at this point. I’m sorry, Derek.”
“I know, I know,” I reply, shaking my head from side to side. “I’m just not quite sure about the angle I’m taking. Tingle Enterprises loves originality in their outside pitches, but more than that, they love confidence. If I don’t go in there and take over the room, I’m a goner.”
“So go in there and take over the room,” Jeremy counters.
Easier said than done, I think to myself.
“Be honest with me. Is your idea good?” my friend continues. “Like, really good? Worth being excited about?”
I don’t think twice. “Yeah, it’s amazing. I’ve proposed building a four-ply crab suit for the lake. There’s been three-ply crab suits available before, but four has never been done. It’s bold, it’s fresh… we could make it work.”
“Then where’s your confidence hiding?” Jeremy questions. “If the idea is so good then what’s the problem?”
I consider his words, really wracking my brain but coming up with nothing. “I don’t know,” I finally admit. “I really don’t know.”
Just then a pair of velociraptors trot by us holding chocolate milk glasses of their own. They’re talking and laughing together, completely wrapped up in their conversation, but there’s something about them that instantly draws me and Jeremy in. They exude a social electricity that cannot be denied.
“I need that kind of confidence,” I offer.
Jeremy laughs. “Well, that’s easy. It’s those boots.”
I glace down and notice that, in fact, one of the dinosaurs strolling past us is wearing a pair of gorgeous boots the likes of which I’ve never seen. They’re impeccably crafted, right down to the very last detail. I find myself instantly drawn to them in an almost supernatural way.
Without thinking, I leap up from my chair and run over to the dinosaurs, who are quite a bit down the sidewalk at this point.
“Excuse me,” I call out.
The scaly prehistoric creatures turn around to gaze at me curiously.
“I’m so sorry, but I have to ask,” I continue. “Where did you get those boots? They’re incredible.”
The dinosaurs laugh as they exchange knowing glances.
“It’s no problem,” the raptor offers. “I get asked about these boots a lot.”
“I can see why. They’re incredible,” I remark.
“Well, thank you. I wish I could help you get your hands on a pair, but they’re very, very hard to find,” the raptor explains sympathetically. “I think you might be out of luck, buckaroo.”
The dinosaurs turn to go but I find myself crying out to stop them.
“Wait,” I stammer. “I’ve got a presentation at work and… I just need these shoes. I’ll buy them off of you for whatever you want.”
“I don’t think we’re the same size,” the prehistoric creature laughs. He takes a deep breath and then lets it out slowly, considering something. “Listen,” he finally continues, leaning in close. “I think I know where you can find a pair. Do you know where Mustang Springs is?”
“Mustang Springs?” I question. “Out in the desert? Isn’t that a place where people hike?”
The dinosaur nods. “My boots have been talking about their friends out there in Mustang Springs,” he informs me, glancing down at the shoes upon his feet. “You could probably head out and find them if you looked hard enough.”
“Thank you,” I reply with a gracious nod. “Thank you so much.”
The raptors leave and I stroll back to Jeremy, a fire in my belly.
“How’d it go, Derek?” my friend questions.
“Really good,” I reply. “Do you know where Mustang Springs is?”
I pull up to the trailhead and park, dust still wafting up around my car as I open the door and step out into the sunlight. It’s a hot day, hot enough that even the bravest hikers have decided to stay home for the afternoon.
I think I can manage, though, and I’ve brought enough water to stay safe. My skin is lathered up with sunscreen and I’ve purchased an actual paper map of the area just in case I lose service on my phone.
I’ll admit, it has crossed my mind that this could be some kind of elaborate prank from the dinosaur, the scaly creatures hoping to throw me off track in my attempt to bite their style. When I look back, however, there was something truly genuine about our encounter. The raptor understood that I was a man in need of help, like he’d once been before finding these incredible boots.
Eventually, I begin my trek up the path, enjoying the warm breeze as the dirt crunches below my feet. The first part of this hike is the most difficult, all of the elevation gains pushed into the beginning segments before things flatten out across a vast plateau on top. It’s fine, really, especially because for this first brief while I get to enjoy the shade of the canyon.
I pass a few fellow outdoor enthusiasts along the trail, waving to them as I go, but eventually the crowds begin to fade away. Soon enough, any other sign of sentient life falls away.
The longer I go, however, the more skeptical I grow about the idea I could ever reach the bottom of this mystery. This is a vast area of wilderness, and there’s very little information for me to work with. When I reach the top of the climb I can see quite far, but there’s nothing out there that would suggest a pair of beauitfully crafted boots are anywhere to be found.
Eventually, the trail ends and I find myself with a very important choice. Most folks reach this point and turn around to head back, but I’ve got another option. Just because the dirt path ends, doesn’t mean the wilderness does too.
I sit down on a log and begin to weigh my options, seriously considering the fact this might be nothing more than a wild goose chase. I pull out my canteen and unscrew the top, taking a long, satisfying gulp of the cool chocolate milk within. I replace to top and lean forward with my hands on my knees, resting for a moment.
Suddenly, I notice something on the ground before me. There are plenty of old tracks out here on this particular trail, but almost all of them belong to hiking shoes. These indentations are quite different, however, because they look much, much fancier.
“The boots,” I sigh aloud, the words falling limply from my mouth.
I glance up and see that these tracks take off into the wilds, and I immediately begin to follow along behind them. My head down, I continue forward like this until eventually heading back down into another canyon, this one much more desolate and out of the way. Over here, there is no clear path, and certainly no hikers.
It’s not long before the rocks and trees open up into a flat clearing. It’s here that I see it, a small home tucked against the far canyon wall. It’s quite nice, more like a modern luxury getaway then some rustic log cabin.
I’m finally here, yet I hesitate. I realize now that the thing keeping me from walking right up there and knocking on the front door is exactly the same thing I’m hoping to fix: confidence. I’m stuck in the middle, living in a perpetual state of limbo while the world passes me by.
I take a deep breath and let it out, using all of the focus I can muster as I force myself to step forward. It takes everything I can to push each foot in front of the next, continuing on until I end up standing before the front door.
I lift my hand up and knock.
“Coming!” someone calls out from deep inside, followed by a set of footsteps.
Suddenly, the door opens up to reveal the most beautiful left boot that I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s so stunning that I let out a slight gasp, staggering back as I struggle to maintain my balance. It’s the shoe I was looking for.
“Can I help you?” the sentient piece of footwear continues, pulling me back to reality.
“Oh, yeah,” I stammer. “I’m sorry about that. My name is Derek and… I don’t know how to say this… I saw a pair of you yesterday and I didn’t know where to find you.”
The boot smiles. “So you’re looking to make a purchase?”
I nod.
“Come on in,” the sentient footwear continues, stepping back and waving me inside.
I walk through the threshold and find myself greeted with the delicious scent of home cooking, mixed with some kind of rustic, piney flavor.
“Gary!” the boot calls out. “We’ve got a visitor who’s looking for a new pair of shoes!”
The right boot comes around the corner to greet me with a firm handshake. He’s just as gorgeous as his partner, strong and muscular with a playful smile and a sturdy jaw.
“Nice to meet you,” Gary offers.
“I’m Derek,” I reply.
“I’m Rebecca,” the left boot informs me.
“Have a seat,” Gary continues, motioning towards a chair in the living room while him and his partner drop onto the couch.
I do as I’m told, sitting down and trying my best to act natural. I realize now that my heart is slamming hard within my chest, my adrenaline racing despite this situation that otherwise seems quite relaxed. After all, these boots are incredibly warm and friendly, not a care in the world as they invite me into their home.
Maybe that’s exactly the issue, I realize. Their cool confidence is almost intimidating in itself. This calmness makes me slowly realize just how tightly wound I really am.
“So, you want to buy us?” Gary begins. “What’s the story?”
“Well,” I reply. “I’ve got this presentation at work and it’s just… very intimidating. I know my idea is a good one, but when I run through all the scenarios in my head it makes me realize that everyone else’s ideas are just as likely to catch my bosses attention. In fact, I feel like they’re pulling ahead while I’m slipping behind.”
“Based on what?” the boot continues.
I consider this a moment, then shrug. “I don’t know.”
“You really are losing confidence in yourself,” Rebecca chimes in. “You don’t have any reason to, but I can tell that you’re overflowing with anxiety.”
I nod. “Yep.”
We sit in silence for a moment before Gary clears his throat. “Well, it’s a shame that I have to tell you this, but we’re not for sale.”
His words pierce through me like an icicle to the heart. I try my best not to react, but the expression on my face says it all. I was really counting on this pair to help me through my upcoming meeting, and without them I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Maybe I’ll just call in sick that day and skip the whole thing.
“Yeah,” I finally offer, defeated. “I shouldn’t have assumed. I’ll just be going now.”
I start to climb out of my chair but Rebecca raises her hand to stop me. I drop back down, confused.
“That doesn’t mean we’re not interested in helping you,” the beautiful boot offers.
“Wait, really?” I question.
“Really,” she continues. “After all, you came all the way out here to find us, so it’s not like you don’t have any confidence. You just need to learn how to harness it.”
“Exactly,” Gary replies. “You’ve just gotta learn to relax.”
“And you can help me?” I question.
The boots exchange glances.
“Maybe,” Gary offers. “There’s a few exercises we could try.”
Tension suddenly floods into the room between the three of us. It weighs heavy in the air, eventually making the feeling undeniable. Could this erotic spark that bubbles up inside me actually be mutual? It seems too crazy to even consider, but as I gaze across the room at the playful smiles of Gary and Rebecca, my doubts slowly begin to fade away.
“We don’t get visitors very often,” Rebecca finally continues, breaking the silence. “It’d be a shame for you to leave too soon.”
The two boots stand up very slowly and begin to cross the room towards me. My breathing heavy, I try my best to stay calm, but I’m finding it harder and harder to maintain my composure.
The next thing I know, the living footwear are kneeling down on the floor before me, gazing up with aching, lustful eyes. The two of them reach up and unzip my pants, slowly tugging them down until my large, erect cock pops forth and bounces in the air before them. I watch as their eyes follow my rod, clearly excited by what they’ve stumbled across.
Moments later, Gary opens wide and takes my shaft between his lips.
I let out a long sigh of pleasure as I sink even deeper into my chair, relaxing my body as the handsome boot begins to orally service me. The shoe starts off slowly at first, taking his time with me as his partner watches closely. Rebecca is clearly enjoying the show, but I don’t have time to focus on her just yet.
Instead, I tilt my head back and let a long, satisfied groan escape my lips, the sound pouring out of me as though it’s an audible manifestation of my own overwhelming anxiety.
Gary begins to move faster and faster, pumping my cock between his lips until finally passing me on to Rebecca. The other boot wastes no time, getting to work immediately as Gary continues to cradle my balls.
Rebecca works me with just as much skill as her partner, sucking me offer with slow, graceful pumps. Eventually, she pulls me out and drags her tongue across my shaft from the base to the tip, then kisses the head of my cock playfully. Next, the living boot opens wide and swallows my rod again, only this time she doesn’t pull back.
Instead, the sentient footwear takes my shaft farther and farther down within her, all the way to her sole as I fill the boot completely. Somehow she manages to relax her gag reflex, allowing my rod to slip down until I’m completely consumed in a stunning deep throat maneuver.
I place my hands against the back of the living boot’s head, holding her for a moment until finally Rebecca pulls back with a loud gasp, spit dangling between her lips and the head of my shaft in a long, semi-translucent strand.
This is a lot of fun, and I suddenly find myself charged up with a potent energy that wasn’t there before. It’s not just the arousal that’s propelling me, it’s a confidence and an attitude that has bubbled up to the forefront of my personality. I feel like taking things into my own hands, to make this encounter play out in a way that’s both fulfilling and fun.
“Now it’s your turn,” I offer.
I’m suddenly sliding down onto the floor and pushing Rebecca back. The boot moves along with me, sprawling out on the ground and opening her legs so that I can dive in. I quickly get to work, licking her clit with slow, steady movements while her partner looks on in awe.
It’s not long before the other boot decides to join in, and the next thing I know he’s right there on the ground next to me, lapping away at Rebecca’s pussy. Me and the handsome boot trade positions back and forth, taking charge for a moment and then pulling back. Sometimes the two of us just start making out for a bit, using our hands to stimulate Rebecca before returning to the fray.
Clearly, the beautiful boot above likes this, because soon enough her body begins to tremble and quake. I slip two fingers deep within her but keep the pace with my tongue, not letting up for a second. I can feel the sentient boot’s stomach clenching tight and then releasing in a series of spastic movements, pushing closer and closer to an orgasmic erupting until, finally, she explodes with a wild shriek. The boot cries out as her body trembles and quakes, completely losing herself in the moment.
“Oh fuck! I’m cumming so hard! That feels so fucking good!” she screams.
The orgasm seems to last forever, but when she finally finishes I continue to push this encounter onward. There’s something that I’m craving, and I’m hoping these two can treat me to an adventure.
I move to the side slightly and I pull off the rest of my clothes, then climb up onto my hands and knees. I’m completely nude now, and I pop my bare ass out towards Gary as he stands behind me.
I turn and glance back over my shoulder at him coyly. “I want you to fuck me!” I demand.
The handsome boot doesn’t need to be told twice, climbing down into position behind and aligning his enormous rod with my tightly puckered backdoor. I can feel him teasing me for a moment, gentling moving the head of his shaft across my puckered anal seal. Eventually, the living footwear has mercy and plunges deep down within my butthole.
I let out a startled yelp as the sentient boot enters me, not entirely prepared for Gary’s enormous size. Although I’d just finished taking him in my mouth, the way his mammoth rod stretches out my ass is something else entirely.
Fortunately, Gary is happy to take his time with me. A patient lover, the sentient boot stays plunged deep within my butt and doesn’t move, just rests there as he allows my rectum to adjust to his formidable size. Gradually, any discomfort begins to slip away, replaced instead by a pleasant, aching warmth that fills me to the brim.
Soon enough, Gary begins to thrust in and out of my body, fucking me in a series of deep, confident swoops. They start off slowly at first and then gradually gain speed, moving faster and faster until he’s pounding away at my butt with a steady rhythm.
Meanwhile, Rebecca has taken it upon herself to climb down in front of my body. She scoots back until she’s in the doggystyle position right below me, then pops her ass back in a similar fashion to my own.
“Fuck me,” she demands, making her request in a simple and direct manner.
I reach down and grab ahold of my cock, then slip it within the boot. She groans loudly, biting her lip and then falling into a rhythm with me and Gary. The next thing I know, all three of us are hammering into each other like this, an undulating accordion of sex.
The sensation is incredible, and although I’d like to hold off on cumming as long as I possibly can, Gary is on another timeline. Suddenly, the handsome shoe pushes into me and holds tight, erupting with a hot load of jizz. His cum spills forth in several bursts, filling up my asshole until it spills out from my tightly packed rim.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I sigh as the boot pulls away, his seed spilling out of me and running down the back of my legs.
“Now it’s my turn,” Rebecca offers.
The next thing I know, the beautiful boot reaches back and pulls my rod out of her. She stands up and walks into the other room mysteriously.
I glance back at Gary, who just smiles with knowing excitement.
Soon enough, Rebecca returns with a brand new tool attached to her lower abdomen, and enormous strap-on cock jutting out proudly towards me.
“What do you think?” the living boot questions.
“I think I need that inside my ass right now,” I demand, ravenous for this new synthetic dick.
Rebecca strolls around behind me and then crouches down. I can feel her aligning her rod with my blown out, cum filled asshole, but unlike Gary she doesn’t hesitate or tease me. Instead, she swiftly thrusts deep into my rump, causing me to cry out and then brace myself on the floor below.
The sentient boot immediately falls into a rhythm, hammering away at my ass with everything she’s got. The sensation is incredible, and Rebecca clearly knows what she’s doing with that thing. The beautiful boot is hitting me in just the right way, every slam causing my prostate to tremble with excitement.
I could easily cum from this alone, but in the pursuit of pleasure I reach down between my legs and grab ahold of my hanging dick. I quickly get to work pumping my hand along my shaft in time with the slams up my backside, the two sources of pleasure swirling together and creating a powerful cocktail of ecstasy.
“Oh fuck, just like that. Oh fuck, just like that,” I begin to stammer, repeating the words over and over again as my eyes roll back into my head. With every round my voice grows louder until, eventually, I’m screaming out at the top of my lungs. “Oh fuck, just like that!”
Suddenly, the climax strikes me hard. I scream out as my body spasms, hot white spunk erupting from the head of my shaft and splattering across the floor below. It continues to surge forth in a bountiful cascade, painting everything under me until I finally finish and fall to the side in a fucked silly daze.
“Oh my god, that was so fucking good,” I groan.
The three of us sit here for a moment as we collect our senses.
“How do you feel?” Rebecca finally questions.
“I feel…” I begin, then take a moment to really consider her question. I take inventory of myself, trying my best to remain objective and truly analyze the situation at hand. “I feel confident.” I offer.
The boot smiles. “Maybe you didn’t actually need a new pair of boots,” she suggests. “Maybe you just needed to believe in yourself.”
“And a good fucking,” Gary chimes in.
The three of us laugh. The dynamic in the room has definitely changed, and I notice it now. Before, I’d felt like an intruder here, not by coming to their home but simply by existing and taking up space. Now, it feels like all three of us are equal peers.
Eventually, I stand up and begin to pull on my clothes, preparing to leave.
The boots watch me, their eyes lingering across my body with a pleasant reverence.
“Thank you so much,” I offer when it’s finally time for me to leave. “You’ve really helped me out.”
I turn to head out the door when suddenly Gary calls out to me from behind, stopping me in my tracks.
“Wait!” the boot yells.
“Yeah?” I reply, curiously.
“We might not be for sale, but you could always borrow us if you really wanted,” he proposes.
“Really?” I question. “You’d want to come to the meeting?”
“For you? Sure,” the handsome boot continues. “We’re made for walking, might as well get some walking done.”
“It’s been a while since we’ve had a day in the city,” Rebecca adds with a nod. “Sounds like fun. Especially with a new friend.”
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Lewis Macleod
Hey, just wanted to say that I picked up Camp Damascus at my local library - I will buy it, but for context I live in a tiny little Scottish town and our library is basically a single room. I'm already the 4th person to take it out, they've only had it since May 18th. It was on display as soon as I walked in the door!!
