Wellies, Wet Levis, and a Wet, Wet Wonderful Night
by
WetLevisUK

I work as an electrician at an airfield near London. One runway has a 
'five bar and centre line' system of approach lights. Away from the 
runway, at 50 metre intervals, for about a quarter of a mile runs a line 
of lights mounted on wooden 'telegraph type' poles. Most of these poles 
were outside the perimeter of the airfield, on private boggy farming 
land. On top of each pole is mounted a 'high intensity' lamp used as a 
visual guide to approaching landing aircraft. I work for a private 
electrical contractor, who are permanently sub-contracted to maintain 
the airfield lighting. I'm 43, and have been doing this and similar jobs 
since I was 16.

Not long ago we had a crisis on our hands. An underground cable between 
two of the lights had failed. This affected all the lights in the 
series. We'd done some tests and decided that the best option was to 
completely replace the damaged underground cable between lamps five and 
six. There was only one problem. The work had to be done at night, 
outside the airfields normal operational hours.

In preparation, I'd been given the afternoon off to have a nap as I was 
going to be working all night. I was due to start at around 11pm after 
an excavator had dug out the old cable between poles five and six. One 
of the cable laying gang apprentices had been detailed to stay behind to 
act as my 'labourer' and to cover the subterranean cable with protective 
'warning' tape and special tiles marked 'WARNING - LIVE CABLE BELOW'.

It was pissing down with rain when I arrived. The lad was waiting for 
me. He had been allocated the company 'land-rover', which he'd parked on 
a less boggy area of the field nearby. His name was Tony, and I was 
excited it was him. He was young and horny looking and, I suspected bi 
or gay. Although we didn't work together usually, we had often met and 
exchanged glances on the airfield. Tonight he looked especially horny, 
and he seemed particularly pleased to see me. We were both wearing 
turned down wellies, and I couldn't keep my eyes of his, and noticed him 
looking at mine. I was wearing my usual biker's jacket over a wrangler 
jacket, scruffy jeans and wellies. He similarly dressed, but with a 
bomber jacket over which he wore a high-viz. 'waistcoat'. And he was wet, 
very wet. He'd already been there about three hours in the pouring rain.

My job was to terminate each end of the cable into special sealing joint 
boxes mounted about four metres near the top of poles five and six. The 
cable, which was about an inch in diameter, and very heavy, had already 
been laid in the now waterfilled trench.

My first job was to set my special ladder against pole five. My mental 
priority was to get as near to his wellies as possible. 'Do you wanna 
clip the cable up the pole, mate?" I asked him. "OK, he replied." This 
meant him going up the ladder, manhandling the cable up the pole and 
clipping it in place. This meant me 'footing' the ladder for him. As he 
worked his way up the ladder, slowly fixing the cable as he went, his 
muddy turned down wellies eventually reached my eye level. The higher he 
got, the harder I got, but the harder his work became, so I followed him 
up the ladder supporting the heavy loose end of the cable. This meant 
that my face was just inches from his arse and my crotch rubbing against 
the heels of his wellies as I tried to support myself and the cable.

We were nearly finished when he said "Fuck mate, I need a piss." I 
immediately took advantage. "Tough," I said, " You ain't coming down 
this ladder till you've finished." I never anticipated what would happen 
next. "Tough on you," he said, "I'm fuckin bursting". At first, I didn't 
know what he meant. Then, as 'steam' started to appear, I realised he 
was pissing in his already rain soaked jeans. It was drenching the 
inside legs of his jeans. It was running into his wellies and went on 
for ages, and eventually, overflowed the top of his wellies, some onto 
the crotch of my jeans.

We said nothing. But we stayed there for ages, completing the job. 
Eventually I let him down the ladder so I could climb up and complete 
the termination. He followed. He too got his face near my arse, and I 
could feel him rubbing his crotch against my wellies. And guess what! I 
decided to piss myself, and I fuckin loved it! We repeated the process 
at pole six, not just the work, but the piss!

When we'd finished, all that remained was for Tony to lay the wide 
plastic tape and protective tiles above the cable prior to the excavator 
backfilling the trench the following morning. But by now, the trench, 
about a metre deep, was half-full of muddy water. Didn't bother Tony in 
the slightest. He just waded in up to his knees, reaching into the water 
to place the tape and tiles over the cable by feel. To help him, I 
straddled the trench, walking backwards ahead of him, handing him the 
tiles one by one. I knew he was enjoying been that close to my wellies 
and crotch. We both knew that each other was enjoying seeing each other 
occasionally piss our jeans. We hardly spoke, except about the work in 
hand.

When we'd finished, we sat in the back of his Landrover for a coffee 
from my flask. When I was ready, I was to radio in to the control tower 
so the duty electrician could test the lights, but not yet. Tony sat on 
one wheelarch, me on the opposite one. He stretched out his leg and put 
one muddy boot on the wheelarch, next to me, touching my thigh with it. 
He had his other leg, turned outwards, and I could see he was hard, 
still wet, and still very muddy. I stretched out my leg and placed my 
welly firmly between his legs, resting on the wheelarch, pushing against 
his crotch. He moved his boot into my crotch. We looked at each other, 
each other's crotches, and wellies. Eventually, I started playing with 
my cock and he his. Then, we wanked ourselves off, staring at each 
other's faces, jeans and wellies. We came together, without exchanging a 
word. After we'd both cum. He simply got out his mobile phone, called 
the contractor to report that the trench was ready for backfilling. I 
went back to my own van and radioed to the control tower for a lamp 
test. The test worked. OK. We didn't have sex, but we were both more 
than satisfied with what we'd achieved that night. Everything was 
complete.

Tony and I see each other at work almost every day. We exchange the 
occasional "All right mate", but that's all. We're just two ordinary 
workmen.