While this was going on, Bob was catching hell from the ROTC instructor because he had made no attempt to polish his shoes, let alone give them a spit shine. Because of his social life he didn't keep up with his assignments very well, so began asking me to help him with various projects. Bob was a real hunk of a guy and popular with the women. The instructor and other guys in the class were impressed by my accomplishment.Īs the semester went on I got to know Bob pretty well.
At last I found out the secret! Back in my room that night I worked for five hours spit shining my new shoes until I could see my face in them.
After we got our uniforms and dress shoes the sergeant taught us how to spit shine our leather. ROTC was great and I had quite a job keeping my cock limp when our instructor strutted in front of the class in his spit-shined shoes. It was great to get away from home and start some independent living. In selecting a college, I made sure my choice had an ROTC program. Although I had seen and admired the spit-shine on sailors' shoes and the mirror brightness of soldiers' combat boots when on parade, I didn't know how to give my boots that kind of a polish, so settled for just applying Kiwi boot polish and brushing the boots like hell. In my junior year of high school I got a job after school and with some of my new found wealth I bought a pair of army combat boots from an army-navy store. I sat on the edge of my seat hoping there would be a close-up shot of some hulking army ranger's powerful boot just before he kicked the shit out of the enemy. I was really turned on by army commandos kicking and stomping their way to victory. Since x-rated movies and adult shops were still off limits, I fed my boot lust by watching war movies.