Rubber Boot Story 

Ever since I can remember, I have always been intrigued with the wearing, touch and smell of hot black 
rubber boots. I can remember waiting for winter so that I could wear my rubber galoshes in the snow. I 
never realized though, the total effect that this would eventually have on my life. The older that I got, the 
stronger that the desire for rubber became and I realized that I had to do something about it. 
Whenever I heard fire trucks, I would immediately stop what ever I was doing to watch and look at the hot 
firemen in their hot rubber coats and crotch high rubber boots wondering what it would be like to be in that 
uniform feeling the sensation of the hot black rubber against my skin. When I was in my teens, my 
parents moved to Long Island and I immediately joined the local volunteer fire department. I didn't sleep a 
wink that night knowing that the very next day I would be wearing the very uniform that gave me the 
ultimate excitement whenever I looked at it.
The first days were of course the most exciting getting all the gear, but actually wearing those high black 
rubber boots was the actual turn-on. Being able to wear them in public and not have to worry was the 
greatest feeling in the world. Soon, I began to realize that I could wear the boots anywhere and it wouldn't 
disturb anyone because I was a firefighter. So in the winter, in the snow and rain, they were a constant 
part of my clothing. I wore them everywhere and anywhere, always with the hardest cock inside my pants. 
I suppose the hardest part of being a fireman is watching all the other hot beautiful men putting on their 
boots and not being able to touch or tell them what I am feeling, so I had to devise a way to let out my 
emotions.
I would go to the firehouse when the men were out and try on everyone's boots and jack-off until my load 
of hot cum was inside each and every rubber boot. Watching all those hot men putting on those boots 
and pulling them up their legs knowing that my hot cum was in them used to absolutely drive me wild with 
excitement. I wanted to fuck every rubber boot in the firehouse and I actually achieved that goal. If' I 
could, I would live in firemen's rubber boots forever. 
Recently, my cousin became a New York City fireman and this was truly exciting for me . I now was able 
to go into local firehouses and get to know the guys by being a volunteer and by having my cousin in the 
"ranks". I was invited to dinner at his firehouse and was amazed at the amount of men that were stationed 
there. There were rows and rows of black rubber boots and no one would ever know if any of them had 
been touched. As I was getting a tour of the house, and spotted a brand new pair of rubber boots which 
looked like a size 14. When a call came in, I stayed behind and tried on the new boots. My cock was so 
hard it was pulsating in my pants, I just had to take it out and jerk it off. The flow of my hot cum rolled 
down my leg and into those hot rubber boots. That sensation was so hot that I thought about it for days 
and days. 
Those big, hot, black rubber firemen's hip boots would just not leave my mind, so the next time that I went 
there, I waited for the company to leave and I took those boots home . That whole night I dreamed of the 
fireman whose boots had made me cum at least 10 times that night. On a recent visit there again, I 
actually met that hot fireman and let me tell you he was dynamite. I also noticed that he had bought 
another pair of brand new boots.
We started a conversation and believe it or not, we became sort of good friends. In the weeks . That 
prevailed, we even socialized together. This was absolutely the height of friendship for me. I wanted more 
than anything else, to be friends with A New York City fireman. I did know, however, that what I liked 
about him and his boots would have to remain a secret only known to myself. 
In the next few weeks, we were invited to a party given by one of the other fireman and it was something 
to see. The booze was flowing and an awful lot of the men there were crocked out of their mind. My friend 
also was in that category and was in no condition to drive home himself. Anyways, he was on call the 
next day, so I suggested that he sleep at my house on the living room sofa and he agreed. My heart was 
absolutely pounding with excitement knowing that a fireman was sleeping in my house. 
We arrived home kind of late and we both got ready for bed. I washed first and got into bed. I heard him 
getting his things ready for the next day and expected him to go so sleep on the sofa but I soon found him 
making his way into the bedroom and getting into my bed next to me. This was a situation that I would 
never forget and thought maybe he was trying to tell me something. As I leaned over to touch him I felt 
something that drove me crazy. He had put his new boots on and said to me, "I know you like them so 
have a good time."
As I worked my tongue down the rubber boots I could see his 12" cock standing in the air as erect as 
anything could be. A tremor went down my back as I leaned forward to suck off this hot New York fireman 
stud and give him the time of his life and show him what big black rubber boots are really for . We both 
finally went to sleep completely relaxed and with our boots on.
The next day at the firehouse was as if Mr. Macho never remembered what had happened the night 
before. But I know that this was a night to remember with the glorious New York City fire department and 
their fabulous rubber boots.