IN  THE  MUD WITH WADERS
by Renaud (aged 26)

	Since my adolescence I have been turned on by rubber boots.   The least hint of bad weather 
was a pretext to put them on,  even in class.   Now I am 26 and my fantasies have not diminished.   I 
have bought many pairs of black rubber waders and it is with these that I wank when I am alone.   
With a pair on my feet, I sprawl on top of the others, I lick them, smell them, fondle them, and spunk 
over them.   Except for my job, I wear my waders practically all the time with my used, holed and 
super tight jeans and a black leather jacket over my bare skin. One thing that turns me on is to ride 
my motocross motorbike dressed like this toward some unknown destination.   First I look for a wood 
or a muddy building site.  I ride on until my bike gets completely stuck.   Then I spend time with my 
waders in the mud trying to free the bike.   The harder I worked, the harder I got.   Then when I go and 
show off in this state in the town, I like to see the looks of the other guys at my filthy clothes.   
	One day, during a trip,  I parked my motorbike and started to walk down a little street that 
seemed deserted.   After a minute I saw two guys coming towards me.   As they approached I 
inspected them.   One of them was in black leather trousers and jacket, The other was wearing jeans 
as used as mine, chaps and a black leather jacket.   Big chains hung down from their studded belts.   
Their walk was virile in their big leather boots.   These two hooligans has already made me hard.   
Their hands touched my waders as they passed.   I continued without turning round and realised 
quickly that they had turned back and followed me.   I heard on of them say "Look at his wader.   
Shit, they are fantastic.   Wouldn't you like to try them ?"   Suddenly I felt a hand resting on my arse.   
Quickly the other guy got in front of me and started to caress my legs frantically.   Then he hit me on 
the shoulder hurting me  "Bastard, you like to show off your waders on your little arse.   That makes 
you hard., eh ?  He put his arms under my shoulders and pulled me towards him.   "Come here.   
Take off your boots, I want to put them on over my chaps as this will excite me even more".   I 
pretended to struggle but his idea did not displease me.
	After exchanging boots, he led me towards a building site.   The guy in the chaps went in 
front and sank in the mud three quarters the way up the waders.   While moving his arse and his 
legs, he opened his leather jacket and started to stroke his nude torso.   His hands went down to his 
jeans.   Slowly he unbuttoned them, letting his stiff, thick cock come out and he started rubbing it.   I 
was able to see this guy in waders wanking himself in the mud !  While he was stroking his cock he 
came back towards the embankment.   There he pinned me to the ground and rubber his waders all 
along my body.   He quickly lowered my jeans, worked on my cock for several seconds and mounted 
me roughly.   His cock burned my arse with each heave.  Before he came, he turned me over and 
came in my mouth.   After several groans, he roughly took my cock out of my jeans and rubbed it 
between his waders with the coming and going of his legs.   It was my turn to groan !   I felt my cock 
getting sore from the rubbing on the rubber.   The more I yelled, the more he rubbed..   I let out a long 
moan and my cock was held between his boots.   While we were doing all this, the other guy was 
wanking himself.   I recovered my boots and that night, when I got home, I sprawled over all my 
waders until late in the night ......... 
 Translation for M.E.C. : Alan D. Ashmole