| Love Those Rubber Boots Man!! 36 |
The first Wellingtons I remember wearing belonged to our village blacksmith 50 years ago. They were size 12 adult size and I was 5 years old. I loved playing in them. My mother bought me a pair of wellingtons which I hated. They were Black shiny ones and I wanted the macho mens ones, so I could turn the tops down. I was thirteen and still at school. As soon as I started work I bought a man-size pair and wore them everywhere as I lived in the countryside. |
| I moved to London in 1970 and rarely saw any boots except on building sites, where workmen wore lovely muddy boots I would love to have had. My father was a coach driver and took me with him on his coach one day with a fishing party. It was midwinter and snowed most of the day. We were asked to call in all the fishermen and someone suggested I went out in the snow and blew the whistle to call them in. I had no boots so someone loaned me theirs. I wanted to try a pair of waders but no-one would let me so I made do with a turned down pair. Then one day I was in the city when there was a big hole in the road, and I saw, left by the roadside, a pair of waders. I went back, late in the evening, and they were still there, and I did the unthinkable, and stole them. From then on I have accumulated wellies and passed them on whenever someone needed them. I am now nearly 55 and have three pairs of wellingtons and a pair of waders, which I bought last year from Littlewoods catalogue for �25. My wife thinks I'm mad but I love my boots. |
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| 5 year old in size 12 boots |
| I simply love my rubberboots and wear them whenever it�s possible such as when I�m walking in the forests, over meadows or when I work in my cottage. I spent my childhood and adolescent in the countryside with my family (parents, grandparents and 3 brothers). At our little farmhouse we fed many domestic-animals (goats, sheeps, geese, poultrys) and I helped in the stables. With the boys from the neighborhood we played in the forest, constructing cabins in the trees, making barbecues and smoking cigarettes or the �pipe of peace�. When I was older, many times I was excited up to an orgasm. Later I had to move into the city for my professional training but my special liking for rubberboots I still keep till today. |
| Last week, if I saw the construction-workers in our city. I tried to get into their cabin during the night and put on their working clothes. I had imagined the strong men working in their boots and at he same time I had my sexual pleasure. In my country it�s very difficult to find other boot lovers, but if I have a opportunity I make love with them but I do not meet other boot lovers very often. Perhaps some time I can find a man who had the same passion like me. |
| Another boy in boots |