DIRTY WADERS IN PARIS

I am thirty two and I live in the country.   Through Minitel I met Renaud in Paris : thirty years 
old and, like me, crazy about dirty gear and, above all about black rubber waders (he has a 
dozen pairs).   He was a real grungy guy.   So we fixed up to meet the following Saturday.

The day came and I slipped on my used jeans, my leather and my waders and headed for 
the capital on my Kawasaki.   He was already there when I arrived.   It was a deserted place 
on the outskirts of Paris.   He had a real yob's face which fitted perfectly with his gear :  black 
tight-fitting motorcycle jacket and really threadbare torn jeans.   His waders were like mine, 
black and  really high : they came right up to his balls.   They were in thick unlined rubber, 
just as I like them.

I was surprised to see where they were dirty, full of a mixture of dirty grease and mud which 
was still damp.   I couldn't take my eyes off them.   He must have seen me looking at them 
and said that waders were made before everything to be used in that state.   For him, it was 
a requirement of "hard" gear as only virile men wore them like that.   Besides he found that 
mine were not dirty enough.   I entirely agreed with him.

Then he came up to me and rubbed his soles on my waders from top to bottom , front and 
back.   He did not miss anywhere, the pervert !  Then facing me, he pressed against me and 
holding me very tightly moved his legs very energetically.   This excited me enormously and 
I felt my cock get bigger against his.   I benefited by feeling the rubber of his tank-top.   It was 
great as this material is very sexy !  After five minutes of rubbing, he released me to study 
the result.   My waders really looked as if they had come from a really muddy construction 
site.

I told myself that I did not regret this afternoon.   In fact, he had still kept a surprise in store.   
While discussing things, he lowered one of his waders a little and showed me that his jeans 
were torn at the groin on the side where his cock was.   He asked me to make mine the same 
and handed me his Opinel.   He insisted that the hole did not come above the height of my 
waders.   I did as he told me while he asked me what he had behind his head.   He told me 
that I would not take long to understand.   Then he took one of two huge chains which had 
been on his motorcycle and which measured about a meter.   He slipped it in his jeans until it 
was stopped by his cock.   In contact with the cold metal I could make out his cock which 
stood out enormously as it was supporting all the weight of the chain.   He handed me 
another and I fixed it as well.   Immediately I got as hard as a loony, my cock rebelling 
obstinately against this weight which was pulling it down.   It was an unbelievable sensation, 
a real trial of strength between my cock and the chain.

Then Renaud wanted us to go and show ourselves like that in the streets of Paris.   The 
made my completely crazy, but I was too excited to refuse, already thinking of the faces of 
the guys ogling us in this gear.   It was really provocative !

We arrived right in the heart of the capital.   We parked our motorcycles and started to walk 
along the pavement.   The bugger had chosen a place which was swarming with people.   
The effect produced was not long in coming.   We could not miss the remarks and whistles 
as we passed.   There was a band of kids who had never seen such "boots".   Yobs who had 
stopped completely in order to stare at our gear and exclaim about our waders.   Instead of 
feeling embarrassed it excited us even more.   Renaud, from time to time, passed in front of 
me (he did it deliberately) ; it was incredible to see his waders slapping against his muscled 
arse at each step.   His jeans were so worn at this place that I could see his skin.   It was as if 
he had only this gear to wear.

And this chain, which was always pulling a little more on my cock was fucking good !  With 
the force of the jolting after we had been walking for a quarter of an hour, my cock was going 
down more and more.   After a few steps  I felt it coming out of my jeans completely through 
the hole that I had recently made.   Now that it was free, my cock came back up little by little 
until it was completely horizontal.  It was pushing like hell against the rubber, making a bump 
at the top of my waders.   Renaud then came up to me and said   "It's super sexy to walk 
around with your cock in the air in the crowd, isn't it ?"

I gave a glance as his groin and there, I could see his enormous cock completely pointed 
towards the top.   At each step, I asked myself if his cock was going to come out of his 
waders.

It was ecstasy.   I was absolutley exhausted.   My cock, which since its initial struggle with the 
chain, was now grinding its head against the rubber.   I said to Renaud that it was not going 
to be long until I emptied my balls.   He replied that he also was not able to hold it much 
longer.   I then sent all my spunk into my waders, in the middle of the crowd  ...

As for Renaud, he only had time to put his crash helmet in front of his groin before his cock 
came out of his waders completely.   I thought that he was going to put it back in its place 
before anyone saw it.   Not at all, He continued to walk as if nothing had happened.   He then 
came very close to me and spurted over my waders.   It is true that they were not any dirtier 
than the state that they were already in.

I advise all exhibitionist perverts to try this sort of adventure.   Even if they don not have 
waders, they should try going for a walk with a chain hung from their cock.   They will see 
how exciting it is.   As for Renaud and me, we renew our madness every time we meet 
whether in Paris or outside it.

And since the first day of our meeting, I use my waders with, each time, a little more sperm 
in them, without washing them.

Luc. 32 years old