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How nice to touch Rubber

How nice it feels to touch rubber with your bare skin, I found out already when I was only 6 years old. At that time we had a servant girl on the farm where I was born and grew up. She had a pair of low brown rubberboots. One day I accidentally sat down on these boots with my naked ass! My God, I still remember that nice cool feeling, but of course I didn�t know what that feeling was that starts to grow up into me!

One day, when I was 10 or 12 years old, a very handsome young farmhand from the neighbouring farm came to visit my parents on our farm. When my mother asked him to come into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, he placed his very dirty black rubberboots in the hall and walked into kitchen. I still can see the way his pulled these boots off his feet. And for the first time ever, I saw a pair of rubberboots with their tops turned over!

I didn�t know what was happening to me, but I had to touch those dirty and smelly boots. I still remember how I took one boot up to my nose and got that nice feeling by smelling that strong sweaty feet smell and the touch with my hands to that rubber made me very high. For the first time I found out that my cock could grow bigger without touching it. The other boot I pulled on my naked foot. What a nice feeling!

Without thinking I placed the first boot between my thigh just below my stiff cock and with my hands I started to rub my cock against that dirty boot. I still remember that thought that my cock now was going to smell like cowshit!

Without knowing what was going to happen I got a very nice and strange feeling all over my body. Was I going to piss or what??? If that was piss coming out of my stiff cock God I must be very sick!!! A slimy juice came out and ran down that dirty rubberboot! I had come for the very first time in my live and I did not know what had happened.

I got very scared, sat the boot back down and pulled the other one off and ran into my room and started to cry.

Some minutes later I heard the door to the kitchen open and the farmhand said: "Thanks for the coffee, Mrs. Pedersen and good bye!" He now put on his boots in the same sexy way as before when he pulled them off. Shit, now he would see the wet spots on his boot!

I don't think he did but I got that funny nice feeling inside me that this handsome farmhand now was walking away with my cream on his boots!

Many years later, when I was almost grown up, I decided to wear my own rubberboots with the tops turned over. But my father asked me not to do so, because in that way I spoiled the boots..!!! But I still wore them that way when I was alone!!!!!

A young Lancshire Lad

I never had any rubber boots as a child, at least none that I can remember. I was brought up near the mild Fylde coast in Lancashire and I can only remember two significant falls of snow as a child in 1961/62 when I was 9 years and another fall when I was at grammar school in the late sixties. So wellies were not needed for snow! It rained plenty and I did have a pair of clogs that lasted for several years and were more than adequate for keeping the feet dry even though I clopped around like a two legged horse - the village had its own clog-maker associated with the local shoe shop. I think Mum considered wellies just a little common and Dad always took the piss out of regular welly wearers even though he used to have a pair for gardening and waders for fly fishing.

Somehow wellies became "forbidden fruit" and I developed a secret passion for them and greatly admired any slightly older lads at school who wore wellies (though plenty of the other children still wore clogs in the late 50s and early 60s) especially as the teenage years approached and the graduated from plain black children's wellies into adult wellies with brand labels and coloured knee trim - my aim was to have a pair of Dunlop Solent knee boots.

Dad owned the local agricultural ironmonger's shop and stocked wellies. From the age of about eight I started to secretly visit the welly warehouse which had pairs of wellies dangling on pieces of string from angled doweling poles nailed to the wooden walls. There were Dunlop Solents, Dunlop Targets, Dunlop Warwicks, Dunlop Landmarks, Uniroyal Argylls (knee and half knee) and Hood Bullseyes in sizes 6 to 12 along with rubber tyres for wheel barrows and small tractors, and rubber aprons and other rubber fittings used by dairy farmers in the milking parlour - a veritable rubber paradise. I shall never know why but whilst admiring all these rubber boots I instinctively started to wank myself - initially I just rubbed myself through the trousers and then later started to get the cock out. At that age cum was not a problem but as I matured there was this white stuff that seemed to get everywhere! I then took to "borrowing" pairs of rubber boots and cycling off into the local countryside where I could wank and "spunk up" onto grass. I then had pairs of "borrowed" wellies strategically hidden in undergrowth in the local area.