1. Montana Love part 1


    Date: 9/3/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Discipline, Domination / Submission, Foot or shoe fetish, Gay, Male Domination, Author: Unknown user, Source: sexstories.com

    There was no better life than to own and run a ranch in Montana even for a single guy like me. To wake up each day with a view of the snow caped Rocky Mountain in the distance and the smell of bull pine in the air on a warming summer morning was like haven on earth. If there were any drawbacks at all, if was putting up with the macho Cowboy ego's of the locals and unless you were in to sheep, there weren't much to choose from for a sexual partner around this neck of the woods. So it's a good thing drinking is a major sport in these parts, cause as the saying goes, the more you drink the better they look at closing time. As far as the macho Cowboy's, I was as tuff as they were but growing up in the East I was cut from a different clothe than they were. Even if I hadn’t grown up in Montana I don't think I would have every taking to their hard sole pointy, ugly Cowboy boots. I had been wearing soft sole Moccasins and Slippers from the age of twelve, not only were they a sexual turn on for me but they also made the statement that I was not a sheep that fallowed the herd, I was my own man. It took some time but the local got use to seeing me around town in Moccasins boots, low cut Moccasins or when the mood struck me my Isotoner Slippers. But still, even after five years, I only wore my Ballet Slippers around the ranch or horse back while checking fences. Here it was, another Friday night, nothing on TV and not in the mood to sit around alone drinking beer. I decided to head into ...
    town to find some action, maybe I would get lucky and get my cock wet tonight. I put on a light blue plaid shirt, my best hip hugger jeans, a bone and beaded chocker around my neck and my sand color soft sole Apache Moccasins boots that I had made. Grabbed my Cowboy hat and headed into Dillon. Dillon wasn’t exactly on the map, oh! We did get some visitor who came to hike the mountains, but for the most part Dillon was one of those small Towns that you hear about. It had one of every thing, one post office, one room school, one food store, one motel, a hardware store and one watering hole, The Do Drop In Bar & Grill. Built in 1800 and 92 and the out side sure did look it. Things were a little slow for a Friday night; there were a dozen or so local and a hand full of out of Towner. I walked to the bar, ordered a beer and headed to the dance floor. Around the dance floor were those table that stood four feet tall with just enough room to set you drink let alone rest your elbows. The chairs were tall too, the kind the let the sole of your foot stay flat with your leg straight out but your ass firmly sited. For a soft sole lover like me they were great because it made it easier to see what other people were wearing on their feet. There were three couples dancing and one dude that surly was not a local. He got my eye right away because the way he was dressed and he was shaking a cute firm ass. He had on what looked like a women off white silk blouse, faded cut off short jeans that ...
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