The leather fetish came much later, but when I was 12 in 7th grade, my father had bought a pair of size 12D black side zip harness boots. I remember being fascinated when he had brought them home and took them out of the box they came in. Over several months, as puberty kicked in, I gradually noticed more and more when he wore them especially in the morning when I was getting ready for school. The kicker was how unsettling it became to hear him walk on the floors in those hot boots. To hear that power everytime those boot heels and soles would hit the floor was erotic and revelatory. One morning it made me full blown hard. I had to be in those boots. Even then I knew what I wanted to be doing in them. Not long after that, the day came when he wasn't in those black harness boots for work that day. I was jittery with anticipation. That afternoon when I came home from school, I finally got up the nerve to bring them back to my bedroom. His 12D boots were three sizes big on my feet. I put on a few pairs of socks and then eased the zippers of dad's hot harness boots up my legs until I had the perfect fit. When I stood up in them, I couldn't even speak from the excitement. I then quickly came to the edge from just a bit of play. Weeks of frustration meant I couldn't hold out for long. OMG that climax came so damn fast as I soaked the crotch of my jeans with my unleashed seed. Hell yeah!!! It was fucking incredible!!! I played in those harness boots a lot during my school years.🤠

Guess it's start'n to feel good because the kid is now try'n to hold his molester's boot where it is. "Yeah, ya fucker, am I work'n yer balls around like ya want me to? Hell yes, I always wanna make my kills shoot their load. And not just once.