YOBS WANKING IN WADERS
by Julien 

I joined a gang of really dirty yobs.   There were four of us aged from 22 to 25, always 
dressed in cowboy boots, leather jackets and torn jeans.   We spent most of the time in a 
disused warehouse drinking cans of beer and developing our muscles by wrestling on he 
ground.   I can't tell you how dirty we got.

I was the only gay lad in the gang, the others being in fact bisexual but they had no hang-
ups.   We quite often had a mutual wank without a second thought just to pass the time.  For 
my part, I had a fantasy that I had never told them about.   I was hooked on sewermen's 
waders and had two pairs in heavy black rubber but, up to now, I had only put them on for 
solitary pleasure.

Then one day when it was pouring with rain, I decided to take the chance to pull on my 
waders to join my mates.   I also took the other pair just in case ...   Arriving at the 
warehouse, I left my bike outside and saw three other bikes already parked there.   I got a 
hard on like crazy, seeing my waders streaming and shining from the soaking they had 
received and also thinking of the sight of my mates when they saw me in these big boots.   I 
hesitated for a minute then I went inside.

It was Didier who saw me first.   Immediately he should "Hey take a look at that.   Fucking 
waders.   They're fucking great.   I've got a feeling we're not going to be bored.   he came 
towards me and started to feel the waders.  "Come and see them.   They are really fucking 
great, these waders."

Luc and Marc came up and |I  felt three pairs of hands groping my waders.   Didier undid my 
flies and violently dragged out my cock and started to rub it like crazy on my waders.

"I've got an idea" he said "we will take it in turns to fight, three against the one who is 
wearing the waders and try to get them off him and make his cock hard."

As I was already wearing the waders, it was the three of them against me.   After many tries, 
they threw me to the ground.

I struggled with all my might.   All that could be heard was the panting of our breath and the 
noise of the rubber.   All of a sudden, Didier found himself stretched out alongside me and I 
felt his cock coming and going against my waders.

In fact he was wanking himself against the rubber and, something which had never 
happened before between us., he pushed his mouth against mine and gave me a French 
kiss.   I didn't struggle any more and responded fiercely.   Luc and Marc understood the 
situation and stood up.   I stopped and then told Didier I had another pair of waders on my 
bike.   I went and fetched them and he quickly put them on.   Before playing with me again, 
he caressed his waders, rubbing his hands up and down them.   The noise and the contact 
with the rubber excited him enormously.   He caressed them one last time and started a 
frantic wank against mine.   I did the same against his.   Luc and Marc rejoined us and 
rubbed their cocks against our waders.   Almost at the same time four white jets poured out 
over my boots.

We finished the day by exchanging the waders and wanking.   Today we have all got a pair 
and we wear them every day.   We have even taken to hanging around the town in them and I 
can't begin to tell you how impressed everyone is.