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I first got into rubber boots before I was 5! My aunty started buying them for me and everyone said I was like a fireman. I can't remember if I asked for them or to be like a fireman or what. Funny thing was that Australian firemen always wore leather boots so I wasn't like them at all. I do remember asking my aunty to buy me an unlined pair which she couldn't get. I imagine I had no idea why I wanted them like that and I don't think she would've either! I also remember about those very early years looking intensely, even with a torch/flashlight of a picture in a magazine with a man wearing boots. I don't think I dry wanked over any of them at that stage.

The earliest I can remember wanking was in 1964 when they were laying sewer trenches in our yard. The yard was full of clay and wet and all these men were wearing Dunlop rubber boots. They would take them off and just leave them wherever! There was one pair that took my eye because they rubber strip over the rear seam was wide yellow rubber - I had to have them and I eventually got them and kept them. They were great - I still don't know if I fully wanked or not - no cum of course. Those boots were probably my parents first indication that something was afoot because my sister found them hidden and they all wondered why one of the men would have put them there. I am sure my mother would have found my caches over the years. certainly my father came home unexpectedly after being away with Mum during my late 11 or pre teen years and found me down the yard with my cock out and these boots on that I had found in an old railway shed. terrible boots but beggars can't be choosers. Anyway, I flung them off but I can never remember anymore about what happened - blanked it out I suppose. I didn't get into more trouble but I don't know if my father dumped them or I did!

It wasn't until I reached my teens that I really got into fully satisfying wanking with boots I found or saw. One Christmas when I was 16 I played Santa Claus in my Uncle's shop and he brought down a brand new pair of NARM white tops (the one's I spoke about). I imagine the children sitting on my lap all felt my boner! Anyway, during my lunch break, I stayed in the toilet all the time and wanked etc. Don't know what my mother thought. I never got them though although during this period over Xmas we were at my uncle's and I crept out one night to where he had left them to have a feel and a smell if nothing more. I got caught by my aunty and I had to make up a story about why I was there = just as well I didn't have my cock out!

I've been able to indulge more in recent years - I have a wife and young daughter - I have never discussed openly with my wife but she must pretty well know as I ask her to wear hers and it's very unusual etc etc to have 14 pairs, including my two pair of waders which are virtually unknown in Australia.

Now I wear my boots down to a local muddy beach some saturday mornings if I get up early when the tide is out and slop around in mud - some quite deep. I also wear them around the yard when I garden etc - not a very usual thing for people in Australia to do but not totally unknown. I don't advertise much and feel embarrassed in most situations. We got new neighbours last week and the first time we met I was wearing my boots (It�s summer in Australia at this time of year - in shorts - and I never wear socks)

I have never met another boot wearer. The closest I believe I have come was many years ago when my wife and I were first married, we put our boots on and went up to the rainforest for a walk on a wet day. Very, very unusual and I only did it because I expected not to see anyone anyway, we had hardly started when we met a similar aged couple going the other way wearing exactly the same type of boots each. I would have loved to have turned around and met the guy in the toilet or somewhere to casually mention them but didn't. It was a very unusual situation - in my experience - unique in fact. I also get to use them in full public once a year when we take part in Clean Up Australia Day - we always go to muddy sites so we can wear our boots legitimately. Very few others have them let alone wear them although we often get positive comments about the sensible footwear.

Where I live, rubber boots are generally no longer available - PVC only and to me these don't count. The place where you see them most is at construction sites where concrete is being poured. Because they're PVC I don't usually bother. The agricultural show sometimes has them - PVC though - no contest. The internet is my thing these days.

I don't wear them in normal times. Sometimes I accidentally bring them into the house after a session and have to leave them in the bathroom on the tiled floor - then I have a nice hot slow wanking bath.

The oddest thing that has happened to me whilst wearing my boots was when I went for a walk with a pair on the mudflats off Cairns in North Queensland and sank out of site almost. I had to lay down flat on my stomach to stop going down. Some kids were having fun watching me and I had to tell them to get lost. My wife crawled out to get me and I had to suck the boots out of the deep mud. We went back to our motel like we had come from the black lagoon and filled up the drainage pipes with it. The potential for trouble at that site, which we didn't realise till later, was that it was infested with crocodiles! Cured me for good in that area.

I don't mind turning the tops down occasionally but don't generally do it. Used to be pretty common in Australia in rubber days but not now with PVC - I think it's less flexible. I generally like to feel the tops of the boot as high on my leg as possible - the higher the better. I turned down the Skellerup Perths once and the rubber went whitish - never seen anything like it. I decided not to do that anymore and, it's real rubber but it acted like plastic. Couldn't stand to mark them that way.

I last wore my boots ten days ago on a Saturday morning when I went looking for some mud down in the mouth of the river. Took three pairs and one waders. I often take a large garden spade to help me balance in case I sink too deep - around the river etc it also looks like I could be digging for worms for bait. In fact I had just got going and an old guy came up to me in a car and said I should try the other side of this creek to get better worms. It was so muddy, I don't think there were any worms anywhere nearby. Rest of the time I just squelched around and dug in deep to get maximum feel on my legs and mud on my boots. I also wore them three days ago at home in the garden and last Sunday when my wife went out I put my waders on and brought out some other boots where I could move around and had a bloody good wank or two.