After 3 years in high school without rubber boots it never occurred to me that I would wear rubber boots at university. After all, it was in the city and I figured much more sophisticated than high school. I was still living at home and commuting each day with my Dad. So I got a pair of leather fleece lined winter boots and that's what I intended to wear. I was somewhat shy and found it overwhelming at first with very large classes. When I was not in class I'd go to the library, find a quiet corner and study. I was basically doing my rubber boot thing at home. Then a couple of things happened and I can't remember what came first.
One was a very messy day. It had snowed and then turned to rain and there was 3 or 4 inches of slush all over the ground. I knew one step in my leather boots and I'd have soaking wet feet for the rest of the day. So, even though it would be embarrassing, I pulled on my green lace-up rubber boots and went off for the day. Funny, I don't remember if anyone else had rubber boots on or not, but I suppose they must have. What I do know is that nobody paid any attention to my rubber boots and I realized that it was in fact quite possible to wear them. Soooo, from then on, the ice was broken as it were, and whenever there was any precip. or even a slight chance of precip. I'd be on campus for the day in my rubber boots. That continued over the course of 6 years and 3 degrees!
The other thing, and I guess this must have happened second, occurred one day as I was scoping out a study area in the library looking for an empty table. I saw a guy sitting there in big shiny green lace up rubber boots (much finer looking than mine). I immediately had a reaction that would be what I suppose "regular" guys have when they fall in love at first sight. My mouth went dry, my heart started pounding and my dick stood at attention. All thoughts of studying vanished as I took a seat opposite this fellow so I could watch his rubber booted feet. From then on, everyday when I arrived at the library, I would do a walk around, seeing who might be there in rubber boots and I was surprised at how many guys actually were. It was an odd day, at least during the winter, that I couldn't find somebody. I quickly discovered the regulars and where they sat and would look for them each day. Eventually, of course, just staring at their boots became agony because I'd get so achingly horny.
Up to this point I had never jerked off by hand. I spent a few years swinging to orgasm and humping my mattress (but that�s another story). So, one day I saw this particularly hot guy in turned down rubber boots and I started trying to get off under my winter coat. It literally took hours, but he was there for hours. He had conned a girl into writing his paper for him as he talked, she wrote and organized it. She must have been as taken with him as I was :) Anyway, all the time he'd be playing with his rubber boots. Crossing his legs and running his hand down inside the shaft. Leaning back and putting his boots up on the table or up the wall. He never took them off and eventually I managed a cum. It wasn't great, but it started my jerking career. I had many cums watching this guy. He wore those rubber boots all the time. I soon learned how to do it much better and now I'd find a target in rubber boots, position myself discreetly not too far away and have a good old jerk under my coat. I had a yellow rubber raincoat that had two way pockets so I could access myself through the pocket and most days I'd get off at least once. The most times in one day was 3. And all 3 had to be different rubber booted guys. |
