| Love Those Rubber Boots Man!! - 38 |
| My first rubber boots experience, that I can remember, took place when I was five years old. There have been earlier events, which I can't remember but my parents told me about them. They happened when we were on vacation on the German North Sea Coast. I was about 4 years old. By that time it was common to wear yellow oilskin jackets and rubber boots when walking along the shore. My parents told me that I refused to wear rubber boots and preferred to walk barefoot, just with bathing shorts and a yellow oilskin on my bare body (that is why a yellow oilskin is also a turn on for me). So, when I was 5 years old, I remember returning home from a field trip that I made with my parents and my brother. It was a hot summer day and therefore I was wearing flip flops without socks when I asked my parents if I may play in the garden. My mother told me that I must put on my rubber boots so that I would not get my bare feet dirty. "Rubber boots on bare feet?" I asked back. |
| You must know that at that time, we children were told by our parents that it was absolutely forbidden to wear rubber boots without socks, because otherwise, we would get a severe case of athletes feet. I was not afraid of getting athletes foot, but I was afraid of being told off by my mother, which is why I never dared to wear my rubber boots without socks before. On the contrary, I remember having seen an action adventure movie at that age. It was some cloak and dagger stuff, I do not remember exactly. But I remember seeing the hero taking off his leather boots in one scene (which I had mistaken for rubber boots) to reveal his bare feet. Real men, I was sure after that, wear their boots without socks. |
| So my mom told me that she did not mind if I wore my rubber boots without socks that afternoon and so I went down into the basement, were we kept our rubber boots, and slipped into my yellow boots. I have no memory about what happened then, but after that day, I frequently sneaked into our basement, just to put rubber boots on my bare feet and walk around. For extra fun, I did so while my mother was taking a nap in the living-room, so that I was in constant danger of being caught. I did not jerk off, because I was immature at that age. Instead, I felt like I needed a pee, once I had the boots on my bare feet. Therefore, I knew already, that my affection to rubber boots had something to do with my penis. And this lead to another rubber boot incident: |
| I was the only member of our family, who wore his rubber boots frequently. Although my brother and parents each had a pair of their own, they seldom wore them. When I was in the basement for another rubber boot experience, once, I got that feeling of needing a pee, again. I knew that it must have something to do with the boots. Thus I decided to pee into the least used pair of rubber boots we had, a red pair of women's boots that belonged to my mother. I enjoyed very much my peeing into the boots, but I did not dare to empty them, after I had finished. Consequently, my mother found out about this immediately. She told me off, but was less angry, then I had feared. We lived in a rural suburb, not a village but one of these new housing projects. There was a lot of nature around and thus me and my friends wore our rubber boots daily when we played together. Unfortunately, we were all too afraid of getting dirty because then we would have been told off by our parents. This is why me and my friends never indulged in any rubber boot games such as filling them with water or mud. Also, I was far too afraid that my secret affection would be discovered. Today I could kick my own butt for this. It would have been so easy to talk my friends into any sort of rubber boot games because I had been the leader of the gang. But I just did not dare. |
| Barefoot in my boots |
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