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My earliest fantasies in bed were about rain and being out in the puddles in my Wellington Boots. My Mother almost certainly knew how I loved them, and my Aunt too. I remember my Aunt coming in one day when I was crying and being generally disagreeable, and saying to me, �Look - Boots! I�ve got my Boots on!� She wore brown rubber Wellington Boots when it was wet. I am pretty sure that I couldn�t help myself smiling and cheering up.I have had a pair of Wellington Boots as long as I can remember, 3 years old probably. They were commonly worn by children in those days, black Wellington Boots worn on bare legs or with long socks, which quickly fell down inside your boots, and I knew which children wore them and those that did not.

Mother often took me out for a walk to a local park, and quite often she would let me wear my Wellington Boots, even if it was dry. She would not let me paddle around in them though, which was what I wanted to do most of all.

I often wore my Wellington Boots to school, and kept them on in class. Until I went to Senior School we had double desks and if possible I liked to sit by another boy who also kept his boots on in class. One of my early wanking fantasies was to rub boots with somebody else, tangling our legs together with our Wellington Boots on. I was too young for spunk in those days, and indeed found it a nuisance when it arrived!

At about 10 or 11 I devised a plan to escape to a very muddy wood about a mile away, which I had been to quite often with Mum, keeping to the dryer paths of course! I did not let her see that I had my Wellington Boots on when I went out that afternoon, she wouldn�t have minded I�m sure, but I was a bit self-conscious about it. When I got to the wood I found the swamp which I knew was there and really churned it up, walking backwards and forwards through it, making the mud ever softer and deeper until my Wellington Boots were completely covered in wonderful soft, glistening mud! A quick look round to make sure I was alone and AHHHHHHHHHH! The spunk shot miles - it was the most marvellous wank of my life! I had been taught by older boys at school how to wank properly by then, not like when I was 3 when I rubbed from side-to-side using a piece of old sheet. The problem was then how to clean up, but I managed. I think I told Mum where I had been - �fishing in the stream� and she said it was alright, so I had the �green light� to go there quite openly.

�Going down in the woods this afternoon Mum,� I�d say.
�Alright,� she�d reply, �wear your boots won�t you!�

On another occasion in the woods I had sunk my boots in some lovely soft mud right to the tops when two women came along the path near me. When they saw me one said to the other, �Just look at that boy in all that mud.� That was all I needed - I exploded into my trousers, cold, wet spunk is not a favourite of mine! I would quite often meet other children in those woods with Wellington Boots on and we would have a good afternoon building dams or catching sticklebacks.