| Love Those Rubber Boots Man!! - 53 |
| I hated wellies, really hated them |
| As a child up to the age of 12, I was made to wear Wellingtons as the weather demanded. I hated them, really hated them. Those days at primary school, when all the Wellingtons were piled up in one corner of the classroom and the bother of taking shoes to change into. As I grew older though, I changed, especially during puberty, when I needed to wank. By 16, I was desperate for a pair to assist my wanking. But it was another year of dreaming about them before I slide into long Wellingtons. I bought a moped when I was 17-18 and really needed a pair of Wellingtons to cope with the wet thrown up by the tyres. This was a pair of black Dunlop Warwick Wellingtons, tall boots which came up almost to my knees. Very sexy indeed. I also had a pair or rubber leggings which I often wore over the Wellingtons, always pulled well up to reveal my Wellingtons. I liked to flaunt my Wellingtons, not at all being modest about them. |
| On the bike, the sitting position was such that the Wellingtons were hard against my outside legs and there was a slight crease in the rubber. And, after a while of wearing the leggings, the rubber legs of the boots became fairly well polished. I always wore the full length Wellingtons, with no turn downs when riding. Who was this sexy looking 18 year old wearing long shiny black Wellingtons, wearing a dark brown vinyl motorcycle jacket and tight jeans? On sunny days, the sun created a dull shine on my rubber legs and put my Wellingtons very much on display. On wet days, I often wore the rubber leggings usually over the top of my Wellingtons, but sometimes tucked in. I used to do a paper round on my bicycle in the early mornings and after buying my Warwicks, I always wore them for this, wet or not. Very often, I would turn down the tops as I was doing a lot of walking up to front doors to slide the papers through letter boxes. Turning down the tops made the boots cling to my legs and not flop about at the tops. If it was raining, I wore the full length Wellingons with my leggings tucked well inside. Of course wearing Wellingtons so often made me want to wank in them, naked. At the age of 18 these were particularly rigorous sessions, with strong spurts of cum. |
| We went for a walk. Peter had the most gorgeous green Hunter wellies, well worn in. But I wasn't so keen on him. I knew he wanted just a grope. His friend Simon, had newer green wellies. He seemed nice, not like Peter. That didn't stop him buggering me in the sheds though. Peter did me first. He had never gone this far before and he came quickly. Simon took a lot longer though. Afterwards I sold my silence for Peter's boots, an easy bargain. I never forgave Peter, but without his wellies he lost all interest to me anyway. I don't think I saw him in wellies again. |
| I gave up the moped when I was 21 and went on to a car. A bit disappointing for Wellingtons, but I always took them with me in case I needed them at some time. The wanking sessions were more frequent though. I travelled a lot all over Britain for my hobby and frequently wore my Warwicks in bad weather, even when driving the car. It was good, because none of my friends wore them. A great turn on when you are the only one in a group. I remember an occasion when I was not the only one wearing Wellingtons. We were to visit a bus scrap yard, a vast place in an old worked out quarry. The four of us all wore Wellingtons for this visit. The mud was slimy and very deep in places and making a list of the vehicles meant that we visited all parts of the quarry. All of us had mud over our ankles, contrasting with very clean tops. At the end, the others took off their Wellingtons, I kept mine on! Four of us hired a canal barge for a week to tour Shropshire, Cheshire and northern Wales. Again, I took my Warwicks and was the only one with Wellingtons. They were often needed, for getting out of the barge on wet canal banks, wading in shallows to check depth and testing for obstacles under the water. I was wearing Wellingtons one wet morning which later turned sunny. Of course I kept the boots on, taking the opportunity to turn down the tops and take off my shirt to catch the warm sun. This showed off my tight jeans and bare chest, contrasting with the rubber boots. It must have looked great. I know I felt great. |
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