By ty dehner
The drive to the bar uneventful, watching the empty landscape pass by lit by the full moon. When I adjusted in the seat I could feel the piss slosh around in my boot. On occasion Ty would reach over and rub the Velcro sharply into my tits. He explained that the bar is not a gay bar, but some of his gay buds hang out there as well as his straight friends. He thought it would be crowded with the rodeo in town.
We arrived at the bar that looked busy. As we parked I commented on being thirsty and was glad to be at the bar.
“The boot,” said Ty wryly.
i questioned him and he told me to drink the piss that is in my boot. Carefully I worked it off my foot getting a good strong whiff of the smell as it approached my lips. Laying the leather boot shaft on my lip, i poured the warm piss down my throat. Feeling very humble, Ty chuckled as I finished it off.
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