| Love Those Rubber Boots Man!! 42 |
| Growing up in Greece |
| Where I grew up in Greece, rubber boots were degraded to working men and were unappreciated by society so I hardly got to see any. I found that I was turned on by the smell which came from my shoes, which I used without socks, and started sniffing them in private. When I was 13, I couldn't understand why I started feeling tight in my pants every time a soldier wearing leather boots was in sight. The rubber boots I saw were often covered in dirt which also made me horny. Ever since I have been longing for a pair of 10" leather boots, waders, neoprene wet suits and stuff. I finally got my first rubber boots when I was 15, without my parents' knowledge, and I was restricted to wear them indoors. Sometimes I'd sneak out into the lawn and sun myself, together with them, and feel all wet inside. I found that I could only keep this to myself as I did not feel very comfortable telling anyone. Sometimes I'd coat my pair of yellow boots in shit, maybe piss then licking them off. |
Once I had my foot covered in piss with shit in my boots then finishing every last drop of it. Oh, did it smell good. I often wank off in my boots, sometimes on the outsides then lick them clean. My love for the tight feeling around my feet had me purchase a pair one size smaller and then worn with 3 pairs of thick athletic socks which I have already not washed for 3 months. I managed to wear them for about 4 hours before getting over excited. I used to exercise in a warm humid room for about 2 hours just to feel the perspiration trickle down into the boots and my feet all slimy. After which I would take in the wonderful aroma as I jack myself off. For my added joy, I might use a pair of long rubber gloves |
| It would have been nice to put my boots into a bag, ride off on my bike then take my boots out of my bag so that I could wear them in a place where nobody knew me but I simply did not have the time to go very far for very long as study was a main issue. Around here where I live it is an urban area where there is virtually no such thing as mud. Puddles of water are but a dream. By the time I had time to myself for any kind of leisure it was time for bed. School started at 7am and ended sometimes as late as 4pm and then tuition may start at 6pm. The two hours in between are for dinner and washing up after school. I still wear them indoors as I simply cannot find anywhere good to use them without people recognizing me. I'm going to get a new pair of black rubber boots, a neoprene dry suit and I really wish to get 10" leather combat boots. Just thinking about the combat boots make me hard. |
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