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Parents were a problem for one boot wearer

"I was not allowed to turn over the tops of my boots by my father because I might ruin them. But I got obstinate when I was 14. I only wore them turned over when I was alone.

When my parents were taking a rest for a couple of hours I put on my turned-over rubber boots and went walking into the forest just to walk around and to let them get dirty. Of course I wanked at the end and let my white cream fall down on my boots.

I really just started to wear my boots like that when I left my birthplace. I put them into a plastic bag and put them on in the forest or the moor. I walked around in the forest and the moor just outside the town. When I got a car I, of course, put them on very soon in the car to get the horny feeling as soon as possible."

Problems with parents and even the priest

"At first my mother and father said �Heinz, why are you wearing your boots so often? Look at your young feet. They smell.� My older brother laughed some times when I wore my boots. Some people said �look he is wearing boots when there is no reason for them� but I didn�t realise it and let them talk. It didn�t bother me anyway.

In school one of my classmates said �Heinz your parents not got any money for shoes for you?� Sometimes he laughed at me but it did not bother me as other kids wore rubber boots. In my time at school it was normal for some kids to wear boots all the time. I wore mostly boots at school for about 7 years and enjoyed it.

The teachers never said anything to children wearing rubber boots as they knew that I had one brother and two sisters and in those times some families were poor. The boots had to be clean though so before school I had to clean them. For sport I changed my footwear and wore sports shoes. I loved playing football and was in the school team and later in the school country team and you can�t play in rubber boots.

One time I was in bother. I was wearing my rubber boots in church and the priest looked at me and said to all the people �look at that young boy. It is Sunday and here in the house of God he wears rubber boots.� Everyone looked at me and at my boots and I�m sure I had a real red head. I was 9 years old and the priest talked with my parents after the service. He said to my parents that he wouldn�t allow rubber boots in church again. My parents watched me every Sunday before going to church so I had to go to church in shoes.
The best came some time later when I saw the priest in his garden and he was wearing very very heavy and really muddy rubberboots and wearing them turned down.

When I was older I was talking with him about my childhood and we smiled and he told me that he was sorry but in church you can�t wear rubberboots and I was the only one who had gone to church in boots. We later met in the woods where he was walking with his dogs and I was looking for some muddy places to get my boots dirty. He was wearing the same boots I had seen him wearing in the garden � wonderful horny well worn old wellies. We were both in turned down rubberboots."