Watching and Wading by rem 

It was a nice quiet Saturday morning. This was the first time for me to go for my jogging exercise. I 
dressed in my grey sweats with the Nike logo. Pulling out my new white tennis shoes, I stopped to smell 
the blend of leather and rubber before putting them on my feet. Being attracted to tennis shoes, I had 
decided a new pair would be my reward for starting such a torture.
I picked up my grip with my gator aid and towel and I was off. I had selected a running course that went 
through the park and along the river in some spots. There seemed to be fewer people on this course. One 
or two bikes and the others running at their own pace.
I had gone about a mile when I had to stop for my first rest. As I caught my breath and walked for c short 
distance I realized I was closer to the river. So I strolled over to admire the water as it rushed over the 
rocks on its way along. It was then that I spotted a guy wearing camouflage pants and shirt with hip boots 
turned down . He was headed in the direction of the river where it made a curve away from the running 
path. Of course I began to get excited because of viewing someone wearing a pair of black hip rubber 
boots with camouflage. As I watched him I noticed that he did not have any fishing equipment with except 
that of a duffel bag.
Naturally I moved closer to observe his actions. He turned toward an area where the river branched off 
into an inlet with thick foliage. He stopped after a bit and put his duffel bag down. Next he began to adjust 
the hip boots. He bent down to pull the right boot up his leg first. when it was in place he attached the 
strap to his belt .
Then he reached for the left boot top. Pulling it up his leg smoothing the rubber with his hands was almost 
too much for me. I was feeling my crotch swelling with desire. He then attached the strap to the belt on 
his left side so that both boots were pulled tight up his legs, shiny and black. Next, I couldn't figure out 
what he was doing as he began looking through the trees near the bank of the inlet. Finally he pulled out 
a long pole. Then he opened his duffel bag and began going through it looking for something. He 
removed what look like elbow length black rubber industrial gloves, and also a few items that he placed 
into his shirt pocket. I slipped a bit closer trying not to make noise and keeping out of sight as much as I 
could.
My heart al most stopped when he looked up to check the area for anyone that might have come into the 
small clearing. Satisfied that the area was clear of intruders he started pulling the gloves up his arms. To 
my surprise they fit him very tight and reached above the elbow. At this I got so excited that I had to reach 
down and arrange my dick so it didn't pull my pubic hairs in my jockey shorts.
Now with his boots pulled tight and his gloves on he placed his duffel bag under one of the trees and 
picked up the pole. He moved toward the bank of the inlet carefully making his way into the water. He 
waded out a bit then disappeared from my view behind a thick growth of trees and vines. Again I was 
anxious to keep him in sight so I cautiously moved still closer.
There I found that he was about midway in the inlet and the water was two inches from the top of his 
boots. He steadied himself with the pole making sure it was firm in the river bed. He unzipped his pants 
and pulled out his growing dick .
My mouth began to water wanting to have his dick to suck on. When he became fully erect he pulled a 
rubber out of his shirt pocket and rolled it down the long shaft. As he began to stroke his dick, I noticed 
that it curved upward just slightly.
He reached back into his shirt pocket taking out what looked like clothes pins with a chain attached. First 
he started to unbutton his shirt. He placed one pin on
his right nipple then reached around his neck with the other. I began to realize that the chain was a series 
of tied rubber bands that would give constant pull on both nipples at the same time. After attaching the left 
side he reached back into his pocket and took out a small bottle. Carefully he unscrewed the cap, holding 
it to his nose he sniffed the contents. Once, twice, three times he sniffed. Replacing the bottle he grabbed 
The pole for balance and began to massage his cock again .
Unconsciously I had begun playing with myself while watching this interesting man wearing rubber. I 
arranged myself from all view and took my dick out in my hand massaging and stroking it openly. He 
started stretching his head backward putting an extra pull on the already taunt nipples. He repeated this 
motion several times while he stroked his thick cock. Abruptly he stopped to reach one more time into his 
shirt pocket. Making sure his pole was secure in the sandy river bed he started attaching some kind of 
ball stretcher to his swollen orbs. I immediately reached for my own balls to pull them down as if I were 
being told to do so. Before he continued to stroke his cock he took several sniffs of the poppers and 
replaced them. Once again he started to massage his cock with a smooth rhythm increasing the speed 
only slightly from time to time. I was now stroking my dick so fast that I felt the urge to come. I wanted to 
hold back a I it tie longer but the scene was too exciting watching this man with rubber gloves stroke his 
cock that I went completely out of control.
My sperm flew out in front of me making spatter all over the leaves and ground. Just as I looked back at 
the man stroking his dick, he let out a low moan and gave a jerk. He jerked again several times as the 
water splashed against his hip boots. Just for a second I thought he would pass out, but he held on to his 
pole with his gloved hand. I wanted to rush out in the water to help him back or to let him know how 
satisfying it was watching him, but I felt I'd better be silent. He started to wade slowly back to the bank. I 
froze. I realized that any movement would cause him to look my way and reveal my location. I began to 
panic when I realized that his duffel bag was just two feet from where I stood. What do I do now?