“Daddy Jeff,
I’m a big fan of your blog, Daddy’s Bad Boys. I have been following it for months and it inspired me to start my own blog, Boot Lover. I wanna be in your Bad Boy Club.
I have a big boot fetish as you can see. I know you really like boy butts so I’m sending you a pic of my butt. (Hope you like.)
Your profile pic is such a turn on. That look on your face along with the boots makes me think you’re ready to take control of any boy who crosses your path. Woof! I’d drop to the floor and lick your boots anytime, anywhere!
Your Boot licking boy,
bj (Boot boy)”
Welcome (again), Boot boy. You have been very patient waiting for your photos to be re-posted in my new blog. As a reward, you may drop to the floor and start licking my boots! NOW!!
Daddy Jeff
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There you go, Boot boy. Satisfied?
That rocks, man! You rule, DAD!!
Boot Boy is a hottie…I am going to do a post in his honor
Oh, and of course I am planning one for you, too Daddy Jeff!
Thanks, FlipFlopsBoy. I appreciate the compliment
and I’ll check out your blog!
I got a pair of 17 inch chippewas that can use the attention of a good boot boy like you!
Dad, SIR! I’d be honored to clean and polish your boots, especially if you were wearing them at the time! Thank you, Dad SIR!
And just for FlipFlopsBoy, could we maybe have BootBoy in some flipflops instead of boots?? Just once?? Pleeeze!!!
Hi Sam! I don’t own any flip flops. Maybe next season I’ll have to get me a pair…do they make them in tasty black leather?
Sweet ass, boot boy!
Thanks, Hung Punk! Just how hung are you??????
Hung enough to make you squeal!!!!!
OINK! I’ll squeal for you, Punk. Do it in boots and I’ll squeal all fucking nite.
Hot boy! Great post!
Thanks, Stained Jock. BTW, I love a man in a dirty, well used jockstrap. Yum!
Bootboy’s very cute and has a great attitude. Now which boots shall I wear today, my Chips, the black motorcycle boots or my gray ropers? They all could use a tongue.
Thank you, Powerman, Sir! If you will allow me to make a suggestion, please start with your Chips and I’ll get ‘em good and clean for ya. Than you could move on to the ropers and end with your motorcycle boots. I have all weekend to service your boots, you and maybe even your boy.
If you want to clean my boots, boy, you gotta crawl, down on all fours. Come in the house, strip, get down and crawl.
Let those boots and the man who wears them tower over you. Not because you’re little, but because he’s big.
Yes Daddy, Sir!! I’ll crawl across town to lick your boots. Your naked bootlicking boy will be in heaven to have YOU tower over me while I lick your boots clean, Sir! Your boy will lick ANYTHING you desire, Daddy SIR!!
Pretty nice blog you’ve got here. Thanks for it. I like such topics and anything connected to this matter. I would like to read a bit more soon.
Sincerely yours
Thanks, dude. Hope you return often and leave comments.
Just saw who the “BOOTBOY” looks like, fuck yeah, on the big red Harley
anyway you fucking like, once I figure out how to get photos on this
blog, I will send photos of me, and the ’47 red Harley knucklehead..
I have since cut the long hair and am now supporting a mohawk and you
should hear the st8′s talking..they think I’m going crazy at my age..
and I say to them, “I was young and crazy once; and now I’m older and
crazier…LOL” not insane, just wilder and crazier, since the hoot I
get nowadays is from ye olde Mary J. and my cock up someone or someone’s
cock up me..and the Bootboy gets the first crack…love those boots but
more who’s wearin’ ‘em…love ya kiddo.
So you can see me on that ’47 knucklehead with nothing but my boots on as we fly down the road. Damn…such a fuckin’ hot fantasy, man, or should I say “Daddy”?
You can call me anything you like…man,bro.,daddy,gramps,stud,it really
doesn’t matter, the fantasy is what matters, so today I had to make it
real..the nearest populated area is 50 miles away..in Montana..and my
nearest neighbor in Canada is 25 miles north, cross country..no roads
but trails and for that a dirt bike is required…so riding on the only
road out of here, I’m all to myself and whoever rides with me on the
Harley..
So today it was 79*F, hot and no wind, there are 10 of us living here,
the 9 drew straws to see who would ride up to the main road 15 miles
away with me, both of us naked except for boots on the bike..on the
packed dirt road..will do that for the next 8 days till everyone has had
a turn..today the bootboy was 22, he rode behind me (cock up my ass)
up to the main grid, and in front of me (cock up his ass) for the return
trip home..got there dusty, sweaty, grungy, smelly…then the rest took
turns doubling up on their bikes doing the same, till we were all fucking dirty and grungy…we have an old horse and cattle trough filled
with water, our Summer hot tub…we all jumped in to remove some dirt,
then in our home in our play room for more fun and games…with only
boots on..lots of barebacking, cocksucking, asseating, cum swallowing,
piss drinking and golden showers..lots of grass, lots of ass and lots
of laughs…some Tina…some E…and lots of cockfun…one day you will
be here bootboy…hopefully…take care kiddo..Grampa Ray.
Grampa Ray….I love it! You sure know how to keep a boy busy & satisfied!
Just want to say what a great blog you got here!
I’ve been around for quite a lot of time, but finally decided to show my appreciation of your work!
Thumbs up, and keep it going!
Cheers
Christian
Grandaddy Animalia is having fun today…in Canada it’s called
Victoria Day weekend, in honor of old Queen Vic, whose husband was none
othr than Prince Albert, the namesake of my P.A. cockring…so this
weekend we decided to liven up the party/orgy with a little E and good
weed….celebrating with our Prince Alberts..and it ain’t the queens
pussy we’re fucking, all those badasses, including mine are getting
rebored for another hot Summer season….hope you’re all having the
same kind of fun…
Happy Victoria Day, Grampa! In celebration, I am fantasizing about sucking your PA’d cock until you shoot down my throat. YUM!!
What can I say…this one has a special place in my heart, and in my
spirit…no one can take that away from me..I sent Daddy Jeff some
photos of me, my red hawg, and my bed..I hope he posts them for you to
see..thanx for the wish, my cock is yours anytime you want, to do with it whatever you like..I hope you have a bf, you need one..in an open
relationship..you don’t seem like the monagamous kind..to Daddy Jeff,
you’re Bootboy but to me you’re “Kiddo”..meant as a compliment..
I’ve taken the liberty of downloading your top photo and had a friend
blow it up poster size..in my bedroom above the headboard of my bed is
a huge pentagram (3ft or 1 metre across) and on the opposite wall of
my bedroom is your photo poster size with a tiny light just above it
so that I can see it in the dark..
The boys here tease me, “you love him don’t you”? Can’t blame you
Dad/Gramps”…not as two lovers in the traditional sense, as there are
many kinds of love, but as a special kind of love, between older badass
rebel and a younger badass boy..who I feel is also a rebel at heart.
I see and feel what is between your ears, and I like what I see there
and in between your legs..if you wish to contact me via email, I hereby
give Daddy Jeff permission to let you have my email address, the choice
is yours, I will respect whatever decision you make, that changes
nothing…once again thanx for the Victoria day wish..love ya Kiddo.
An explanation of my special love for you..ever since my birth I was
destined to be a shaman…there is a saying that life begans at 40, for
me it was a change, the culmination of years of formation, based on
events in my life up to that age. I began to experience strange things,
frightening at first, till I got used to them. Messages coming through
me in the form of ideas from somewhere else outside of me..I was soon’
to find out they were things about to happen, only I didn’t know when.
When they did happen or take place as I had been informed, I then began
to believe what I had been told for many years by a greataunt who was
the midwife at my birth, that my destiny was to be a shaman…a healer of sorts, now I know that I am no healer but help others heal, some of
the more difficult thngs that ails them, things that man’s earthly
medicine cannot heal..
From time to time people cross my path for a reason, which I know not
at first, but that I eventually am given the reason why…and you Bootboy are one of those persons. It is a love within that acts like a
magnet and draws my to you for something you said, or did, when our paths crossed..at the moment I know not why, but the answer wil come in
time..that I know for sure now..it is similar to the love of two lovers
yet it is not that at all..but one of a different kind..Magical in a
way, within and also above nature itself, Why now? because this long
weekend I have altered my state of mind with natural hallucinogens,
namely peyote, to make myself receptive to the spirits of those who have
gone befoe us..they contact me and not the other way round, they communicate..I am but a whisperer who listens to their whispers..much
in the same way as I whisper with horses. And it was this long weekend
that, that love for you came to me from somewhere else outside of me
but through me. It always is for the best, but what best, I do not yet
know..it is both physical and mental; Human and Animal and intense at
first..levelling off with time…but neve diminishing, even if we never
meet in person. I’m sincere, I do not stalk anyone as I beleive in
openness and transparency..and do not force my beliefs on others..but
rather try to explain what is happening within me..I do not enjoy being
a shaman and am told those who are feel the same way..but it is our
destiny and there is no way out, except with the rites of passage to
another form of existence…it has nothing to do with established
religions..or cults…hence the word Occult..out of cultism..but atuned
to nature in a most intense way. I do not and cannot charge for my
services to others..prefering to remain on he sidelines looking in so
to speak..over the years I have helped many “boys” now men..well over
100…I am Dad and Gramps to them, that will never change, we belong
to each other, but I do not own them, they own me in some sort of way,
as I own someone who doesn’t own me and who has passed on..
I trust and hope I do not frighten you, but felt you needed an explanation for what I said in the previous comment..
That is an awful lot to take in, Grandpa! I am honored to be up on your bedroom wall.
Why do I do things like that? Some boys I’ve met over the years have
“struck” me in a certain way, that cannot be put into words..it’s not
all about sex, it’s more than that..it’s words spoken from the “heart”
and the way in which it is said or written that moves me in such a way
as to create a special bond between myself and the one who wrote it..
That’s what you did, and my way of responding is a poster on my bedroom
wall, I have 6 now with yours..all special badass bootboys, a couple I’ve met in person and know intimately, others I know intimately via
correspondence..they all know me inimately…I prefer to be open and
transparent..and it’s not all about sex only…although much sex is
involved…take care bootboy “kiddo”, love ya with a big hug, grabass
and a grope..Grampa Animalia.
I’m honored to be among the 6 badass boys up on your wall!
All much the same as you, cock there but not exposed, all asses exposed, that’s why the word “badasss”..have seen and felt the flesh of
4, as they are local badass boys, you and another may be far..or closer
than I think…for me the whole person of the badass boy is more important than just the ass and crotch..I’ve seen, and played with 100s
of cocks and never tire, enough is never enough, but I play with the
whole boy not just the cock and ass..so those in the photos wear nothing
but boots of various kinds, yours, knee high ones, crotch high ones,
mocassin rawhide boots of same lengths..cocks all hidden, asses all
exposed..two mega pierced and inked, the others like you, all things I
like..
Got Several pair of boots you can lick clean. You’re are too Freaking Sexy!
Daddy!! As long as you were wearing each pair of boots as I licked them clean, I’d be thrilled. Will you let me work my tongue up your leg after I get each pair of boots clean?
Boot boy, after you lick the first pair clean, you can remove them and put on my next pair! After you’ve cleaned all my boots you can definitely use your tongue to worship my legs, crotch, abs and Pecs!
Daddy, aren’t ya gonna let me wet my whistle between boots by licking your balls?
If you email me,I will tell you about myself and former partner of
45yrs(R.I.P.) how we took in badass boys for over 30 yrs. when
we had our ranch..in that 30+ yrs. we took in well over 100 badass boys,
taught them the 3 R’s, our trades..mechanics, welding, machining, plus
ranching and “raunching”(which they already knew)..and helped them all
become better badass boys now badass men like me and many others..like
me..today they call this here home..my former partner and I gave them
a home they could call their own..pride in themselves, how to survive in
a prejudiced/racist society…as many were of mixed blood like me, and
all, like me, were badasses of the worst kind, but with a little help,
they adjusted to everyday life..and today are independent, self supporting, responsible members of society, some times a “fucked up
society”…Jock and I gave them somethings no one else would, so now you
know why my penchant for badass boys…that’s only the tip of the iceberg, want to know more, email me..Animalia. (aka Ray)
Grampa..I am way bad about keeping up emails. & than I feel guilty about it. So, don’t h8 me but I prefer to chat here in the comments. That is really something U & Jock did with those badass boys. Sounds like it would make a great book or movie.
Hate..is impossible, to hate someone, you need to know them better
than a brother or as good as you know yourself..life is too short to
waste time hating..I keep it simple, I have always accepted people as
they are, NOT as I want or expect them to be, but accept people as they
are..It takes practice to see the good in others, we always seem to see
the bad or as I prefer to put it, “the not so good”, even though we
use the words badass, we really mean “goodass” in a cocky/punky/rebellious way. To me badass means “I live my life the way
I want, do the things I like, believe in what I want to believe, and
I don’t give a sweet fuck what others think, I’m independent”..and a bit
of a rebel..that’s badass in a nice way..and that’s how I SEE you…
bootboy..”I like my boots, I like my ass, I like my cock, and put them
where I want and I you don’t like it, tough shit bro., but that’s me.”
So yeah do the communication between us the way you want, it’s all
fine by me..that changes nothing between us…and one more thing, do you
have a bf., fuck buddy, if not you should perhaps think about having one, it’s good for each of us to have such a person in our lives…
A book, a movie about what Jock and me did over the years, we have
one, a live one…the guys we took in tell their story to many in their
own way..word of mouth is the best way to spread the news..
We did it because we wanted young “badass boys” to have it a little
easier and better than what both Jock and me experienced as young badass
boys…
If you wanna lick my balls, no need to ask me, just do it, warning ya,
they haven’t been washed in a while, smell fucking raunchy, ya can lick
them, suck ‘em, bury your face in them, while i run my hands thru your
hair, while telling you what a hot little fucking badass bootboy ya are,
do to my balls, crotch, cock and ass what ya would want me to do to
yours after you’re finished with my mine..I’ll return the favor just
the way you want and like..even drain your balls of all their love juice,not wasting a drop and sharing the final sqirting load with you
in a hot long suck face..uhm! uhm! raw proteins, raunchy fun, Magic
pleasure of the most exquisite kind..for you Bootboy…
How’s the young fucker doing? Haven’t chatted with you in while, busy
haying, got the equivalent of 2-1/2 crop harvest in this first cut..due
to heavy rains and odd days (15 since April 1) of sunshine, the hay
was 2ft. high when we started cutting it..we usually get a second crop
before Winter, but have plenty of feed now and may sell some of the hay.
So…been busy..when weather permitted we worked round the clock to
get it cut, baled and brought into the our two barn lofts and covered
the huge round bales..the intermitent rain stopped us..during those rainy days we serviced our machinery, then spent the rest of the time
doing what hot horny bikers like to do most.. Sex, sex and more sex..
We finished with the haying on Thursday evening, and have been
fucking and getting fucked ever since..my asshole is raw, and my cock
and balls very sensitive..been a fucking sex pig trying to keep up as
best I can with those younger, so after 7-8 hrs. of active action, I
usually got in the sling and let the younger ones have their way with
me..no bars hold..
The nice thing about it, is that I know them all intimately and vice
versa, so they know what and how I like it, and the same goes for them.
This weekend we’re about 40 here, usually only 13 of us here full time.
By day it’s from warm to hot, with showers at night to cool things off.
So each evening after a late afternoon shower, we put on those crotch
high rubber wading boots, then onto dirt bikes and go around our 3or4
dirt bike tracks run..the mud flies…some comes on us, a lot on the
crotch high rubber boots..
One of my favorite rides is getting on the 500cc. Yammie dirt bike
behind and joined at the hip with our youngest bootboy..(19) both of us
on that bike going through the dirt bike trails..all I have to hang on
to is his bare waist or his hot wet crotch…
Here everyone gets to do their thing on the dirt bikes…lots of fucking done outside, and no bugs here because of our high altitude, we
are at the second highest elevation from East of the Rocky Mtns. to
the Atlantic Ocean. everyone is having fun..plenty of room to crash
out if need be, some of the young diehards go until the literally crash
where they are..sometimes we have to carry them indoors and lay them on
a bed…to sleep it off, get up eat, drink and start all over again.
A few yrs. ago I was going to tear down and burn 5 old wood graneries,
but decided to fix them up inside, insulation, heat and light, repaint
the exteriors, and use them as sleeping accomodation…
Built plain king size 4 poster beds, two have slings, the others are
bring your own sling..this weekend there’s sling in all 5..each has it’s
own temporary window A/C..my 100ft. long x 28ft. wide modular home has
4 bedrooms.and two kingsize hide-a-bed couches in the living room with
an antique giant size screen hung on the wall, so that our video
actors are life size..the TV.projector sits on the floor in front of
the TV..it is first giant screen to come out in the 70s..
Whenever I’m with our youngest bootboy I think of you and fantasize
that it is you with me..perhaps one day the fantasy may become a reality.
The full time guys here know about you, and tease me about it…like
” there’s nothing you’d like more than having him sit on your face
for hours, ah bro.? those kinds of remarks..that’s okay by me, it’s all
part of living with a bunch of hot horny bikers like myself.
You asked for photos, you have some of mine, but I will upload some
more of me..hope things are good with you, and remember you can’t wear
out that gadget between your legs…it’ll never wear out, but gets better the more often you play with it…and use it.
Take care bootboy, fuck your brains off…always lotsa grass, lotsa
ass and lotsa laughs…
I’ve been away since Aug. 18…Got the old red Hog tuned up ready to
roll, loaded the bike tent trailer and took off…Aug. 18 – 25 big
gathering of Metis (amerindian/white mix)to celebrate the 125th
Anniversary of the 1885 “rebellion”, we call it the resistance against
the then Canadian feds..to form our own gov’t in the West..that’s when
the Mounties were called to put the resistance down..Louis Riel our
leader was hung in Regina, for treason in a “kangaroo court”..today
he’s a hero..got to wear my buckskins, mocassin boots, red woven shash
and gigged the nite away..had a nice young buck to share my bed with
every night.
Once comfy in that tent trailer, the odor of male sweat from dancing,
mixed with bucksin, grunge and sex odors plus the sweet odor of good
weed made my favorite toy between my legs grow nice and mega hard, pre-
cum dripped before we got started..
Seven nights of this, the action was the same, but the odor got stronger, fondling, smelling, licking, face sucking, mutual fucking till
the sweat pour down our naked bodies, followed by 69ing, feasting on
sweaty cum covered crotches and cum filled holes.
A few hours sleep, up at dawn, a good piss to start..campfires lit,
bacon, eggs and beans for breakfast, with toast, all done over a campfire..a short rest after cleaning up and putting out the fires.
Then my young buck and other young bucks engaged in outdoor Metis games of the 1880s, while I just relaxed and fished on the banks of
the North Sask river..a break for lunch…usually bison(buffalo burgers)
with bannock and fried potatoes..more afternoon games till 3PM, while
I fished, always came back with a bucket full of trout, perch and jackfish.
Rest of day till supper at 7PM we did some sightseeing, the place
has been left intact since 1885..even the bullet holes in the old church
made from the gattling gun remain..the Trading Post is modern, but the
church manse is original as it was in the 1800s…now a museum..the PM
tour always ending at the graveyard to pay our respects to those who
fought and died, many of the tombs crosses bear our last names, perhaps
cousins, relatives we never met..
Supper followed by gigging and square dancing till late..then bed..
6 days and 7 nights of that..several of us stayed after most left to
tidy up the graveyard, prairie grass cut short again, broken down crosses and fencing around graves fixed. Fading names painted over with
good white paint..with scythes we cut the tall grass around the church
and manse..camped one more night and left..
Me and the young buck visited some of our gay bike buds in that part
of the province..several more nights of wild drunken, stoned and high
biker orgies..dancing naked around campfires at their small ranches in
the wide open spaces, miles from populated areas..
The old red hog ran like a top, no problems..we got home a couple days
ago..smelling like two well travelled and well fucked whores..had only
a couple days of night rain..otherwise it was just right, not too hot
not too cold..
Now back to the old rat race of raising bison, and looking after my
small “ranch”…my buds who are here permanently were glad to see us
back..Now some are going for their 2 weeks bike runs while we stay behind and take care of things..not too much to do, except daily chores
until the next hay crop is ready to cut, bale and store or stack..
and slowly get ready for Winter which is very quiet, except the daily
feeding of the corralled bison and other smaller ranch animals..
Some branding and re-branding bison, castration of some young bulls,
bringing in the garden, putting the snow plow and snow blower on our
two larger tractors. Bikes servied and put away inside..skidoos are
already serviced and ready for Winter use and ATVs are always used so
regularly serviced..Winter tires go back on all vehicles..especially the
4x4s.
Only one run for me this year…weather wasn’t good, raining all the time..hopefully next Summer will be better…take care bootboy..hope
you also had a good Summer of fun and games..
See my last entry in Daddy Jeff’s page..wish it could have been you
with me on this last run..it would have been nice to have you ride me
each and every night, till you dropped..filling me with that hot rich
Bootboy protein..at both ends…and have you sit on my face after a long
hot day on the bike..nothing like the odor of your sweaty crotch and
ass after a long ride..never know what the future holds..this Summer’s
been a fucked up one..but hopefully next year will be better and I
will get out more on the red Hawg..would be nice to go to Sturgis
together…or even a local gay bike boogie for the 30th anniversary..
Am saving to get one of them new three wheel can-am roadsters..biggest
are 750cc..but I want a special order one of 1600cc..never know what
the future holds..it would be nice just to meet, and if sex is in the
meeting fine, if not, that’s also fine..just having a little bro. like
you to correspond with and fantasize is sufficient for me..believe it
or not, you’re a bright spot in my mind and heart…just as you are.