The Workmen’s Hut part 1 by frglee
[Based on a true story]
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I was driving home early after work one day,a wet summer afternoon with a warm humid feel to it…steam rose off the tarmac as a shower gave way to some sun.I could smell a rich earthy aroma to the countryside through the open window of the car….it was a nice day despite the rain,and I was looking forward to a beer and sandwich in the garden behind my house when I got back.Maybe some solo rubber play tonight…my dick twitched at the thought of some fully enclosed fun…
There was some traffic ahead so I slowed down and realised the water mains works had started here…As the road narrowed I passed a team of guys in green overalls,plastic yellow jackets and ,most importantly to me,wearing muddy waders and wellies.Two of the guys in waders were in a shallow trench that had about 18 inches of yellowy muddy water in it…They were wearing their black Century waders with red toecaps.The waders were covered in thick yellow clay,and the water made the rubber flanks shine over the rippling folds.One guy lifted his boot out of the water and placed his foot on the tarmac…The red and black shiny wet rubber reflected the sun…The guys were both in their 40’s,well built,one with longish hair,the other shaven headed. As I slowed down still further to pass I felt my heart miss a beat with excitement….my dick was very hard in my pants now and my breathing had become fast and excited….
I couldn’t let this opportunity pass…I had to see more of these guys.There was a layby just down the road on the other side,so I drove up the road a bit more then U-turned going back to the roadworks.I pulled over and parked in the layby,the only car there.About 50 yards in front of me were the workmen…I was not close enough.I had to see them all closely…I really wanted to see their horny rubber boots close up.
There was a stile into a field behind the layby and I got out of my car. Behind the back seat was an ancient pair of heavy stained,muddy and studded rubber wellington boots. I took off my shoes and put on the wonderful old wellies,oblivious to them getting mud onto my trousers.I locked the car up and hopped over the wooden bar into the field….I walked behind the high hedge a bit and I could just about see the yellow coats of the workmen through holes in the brambles…I got as close as I could and examined the scene closely.There were 6 guys there,all dressed much the same.The yellow jackets had SOUTHERN WATER written in blue on the back with a logo….They all wore rubber boots…three were in waders and the others all were in red toecapped Century wellington boots.There were a couple of younger lads there as well as a few more mature blokes.The foreman shouted out orders and one of the guys got into a digger and started extending the trench as the others watched….I noticed they had a large blue prefab hut by the road where they brewed up their tea and sat when the rain got too bad. I guessed that they probably stored their boots and workgear here too at night.
In the hot sun I felt myself get sweaty in my grey work shirt…I undid the collar some more and my hand went inside to my chest to pinch my tits.I looked around to check there was no-one else in the field. I started stroking my dick through my pants.The rubber boots of the workmen got all my attention through the hole in the hedge.They were just so incredible…wet and filthy with the wet yellow clay…there was clay bundling underneath the boots,making the workmens feet look huge and heavy…every now and then they would try to get some of the mud off,scraping them on the kerbstones. The two guys in the trench climbed out and I got a full glance at the wonderful shanks of shiny wet muddy rubber stretching up to their thighs. One of the guys had got a pretty obvious semi hard on…I could see his dick outlined in the green cotton of the overalls.Their faces were muddy too,and as they removed their red heavy rubberised gloves,I saw them wipe their foreheads….It was getting warm now again after the shower!
Yeah there was mud everywhere on these guys…up their overalls,on their hands,even in their hair and on their faces….
One of the younger guys nearer me I concentrated on as I wanked myself furiously in my pants.
“‘Ere,Sam will you get a brew going when you finish that?” The foreman shouted at him and I saw him wave an acknowledgement.
Sam was about 20,tall and dark…maybe half caste..really quite a good looking lad..he had very large feet and hands…his boots were monsters!….he had been digging the mud out of the trench with a spade further along and his muscular body flexed under the overalls…I studied his boots…muddy and shiny,mud in the cleats,mud up the side onto his overall pants. I carefully scanned him from head to booted toe….This was the kind of guy I liked best of all…scruffy but a real man underneath the mud……I couldn’t hold back and as my cum began to well up I started to breathe heavily…I was staring intently at the lad’s boots,watching them flex and fold as he moved….a great glob of wet clay fell from his spade all over one of the boots and I came watching this….
I got back to the car and drove home…cumstain patch on my work pants…yeah well they needed cleaning anyway.
I could not stop thinking about the workmen.In the evening I had a long rubber session,dressed in my favourite gear…a couple of latex body suits and my Black Diamond leggings and jacket over…my Bullseye high waders and rubber gloves and hood.I had a long slow jerk off,revelling in the feel and smell of my rubbers,sliding about on the thick rubber sheet on my bed…still the images of the guys I had seen that afternoon kept coming back…I could have easily cum,but didn’t want to end the scene so fast….snorting poppers at the images of the slimy black waders that floated past in my head….the lads in their boots…the muddy trench digging….the masculine workmen joshing and swaggering about as they toiled in the mud….
It was no good…I would never be able to sleep like this.I had to go back to the worksite.I had to get into their hut to see and touch their gear.It was past one when I left my house…the streetlights were off so even in rubber gear it was unlikely any of my neighbours would see me.I quietly got into the car parked in the street and drove back to the worksite.The main road was deserted.I drove up to the worksite then a bit further to a farm lane where I turned off and parked away from sight of the main road.I knew the coppers came past past in patrol cars and that they would check any car parked unattended in the layby.A lot of stuff was always getting nicked from roadworks sites.I had not come to thieve stuff.I just wanted to pay a visit to see the gear I loved so much…a rubber pilgrimage….
I crept down the farm lane in my full rubber kit…there was no moon but I could see by the stars….I quickly walked down the road,quite prepared to hide behind the wall of the field on the south side of the road if any cars came…The worksite was in a valley dip and I would be able to see the lights of any traffic a long way off. There were no houses around,just a few lights visible in the distance.An owl hooted and made me jump.I was nervous but excited…I knew if I were caught doing this it might mean a court appearance and the end of my career…but I was so horny I didn’t care. My Bullseye waders clumped over the road surface as I walked to the hut….The door was round the side. It was locked. Easy enough to force open though…these huts made of plastic and plyboard were not too secure…..I’d brought a large screwdriver from the car…I shoved it down the side of the door and with a loud scraping sound the plastic doorframe stretched and the lock came free.With a creak of the door opening, climbed up the step into the dark hut.there was a small window facing to the back and a bit of light filtered in…even so it took my eyes a few minutes to further adjust to the darkness.
I could smell the wonderful rubber boots before I could see them.They were lined up against the wall under coathooks on which hung the yellow jackets and waterproof pants which I guessed the guys did not wear much .I knelt in homage to the three pairs of waders…standing up stiff with newspapers rolled up inside them to help them dry.They were covered in thick,half dried mud.My rubbergloved hands ran up and down the tubes of thick rubber and lovingly worshipped the soles,heels and toecaps. I carefully examined the waders,lovingly caressing and stroking them as I studied them in detail in the dim light. I wanted to remember this scene forever…me in full rubber on the floor of a filthy workmans hut in ecstacy next to the objects of my desire….
I wanted to wear the workers waders!..I took off my Bullseyes and slid my rubbered toes and legs down the damp tubes of the musty rubber of the muddy old Century 4000’s…they fit ! I was very hard now…I got my rubber covered dick out of my suit’s codpiece and stroked it hard…..On my knees again I worshipped the other waders,stroking and caressing.I slipped my head into the top of one of them and inhaled a rich damp sweaty odour… For an age,I lay on the floor of the hut inhaling the odour,panting hard into the suffocating wader…I clutched the wader to my face,anxious to let no air escape as I sucked in and out….I saw stars as I got short of oxygen in my breath control wader…..I jerked my dick some more but had to keep stopping as I was getting so close…I wanted this to go on forever
A car passed and made me jump….reminding me of where I was and what I was doing…..
I was so excited,my guts twisted with nerves and anxiety yet rampant with horniness and sex drive working overtime….Then I moved along and found the wellington boots all in a line again….which pair belonged to the lad I had jerked off to? Ah yes I found them…they were the biggest of all…maybe a size 14….I licked the mud off…I placed myself under the sole and licked at the clay….I pushed the humungous boot down onto my face…mud getting everywhere.I kissed the boot.I worshipped it.I stroked the toecap and rubbed the heel….I licked the red cleats round the side….I sank my tongue deep inside the stained cotton interior….then again I covered my face in the boot port and held it tightly to my face….I breathed and sucked at the rich smelly air again and again…it smelt different to the waders…richer somehow,maybe a slight pissy aroma….The other boot I pushed into my crotch and squeezed with my rubbered thighs,the rubber squeaking as it rubbed against the muddy boot.
This got me off…I thought of the lad working today,his sweaty feet in the boots,the mud plopping down over his boots as he dug,his muscular body stretching under the overalls…the boots flexing and creaking….. I sucked in his smell from deep inside the boot……..I couldn’t stop myself…I started twitching and moaning…I cried out his name.”SAM,SAM” then came into my rubber sheath ” URGHH,AAARRHHHHH,URGHHH URGHHH OH UHHH UHHH YEOOOOWWWWWW! UFFF UFFF UFFFFF” The boots I was wearing kicked and slid on the floor as I squirted….My back arched… Then I collapsed back on the muddy floor of the hut, Sam’s boot to one side,gasping into the night.
Another car passed.Fuck! it was getting light! I knew I had to get out of the hut quickly and get back to the car before I was seen.I hurriedly changed my waders back and tidied up the hut.Leaving the hut,I pushed the door shut,bending the plastic frame once more with the screwdriver and the lock clicked back into place.With any luck,no-one would notice I had broken into the hut. I crossed the road and walked to the layby then over the stile,through the field and back to the car in the lane.This was longer than the way I got to the hut but less conspicuous and I just missed being seen by a trucker passing.Took the rubber jacket off and put on an old sweatshirt over the rubber ,wiped the mud off my face with a tissue,then drove home. I slept for 3 hours then had to get up again for work. As I drove past the worksite again just after 8, I saw the guys all at it again and Sam digging in the mud once more in his wonderful wellies,oblivious to the pleasure they had given to me. I smiled…..
Part 2
Each day over the next ten days I drove by the water mains repair team and the workmans hut I had played in and it was the highlight of my day….There was one afternoon when the rain had been falling gently all day and Sam and his mates were all working in their full waterproofs and wellies. As it was pretty warm still they were very sweaty under and often just ended up as wet as they would be without the yellow waterproofs..That day I had started jerking off in the car as I drove back from work along the main road…I wanted to cum just when I saw Sam and his mates…..The image of Sam working in the water mains trench in the mud that day when I secretly spied on him from behind the hedge had stayed with me. I had thought of little else…hell ,it was bordering on an obsession. Funny how some images stick with you like they were neon lights…
I was getting pretty horny from gently stroking my dick under my pants in the car and getting quite hot and sweaty too.I loosened my tie and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt…it all had to be planned carefully…I had to get myself in a state of horniness so that I could cum as I passed by him. Hopefully he would be working in the mud again…he had been yesterday and the day before…The car worked its way up the hill,past the garage and the old pub then through the wooded area alonside the main road and I knew I was less than a few minutes from the workmen…I thought of the mud on Sam,s boots..I thought of his flexing arms and torso as he dug the mud up out of the trench…I was getting pretty close as I stroked myself thinking about this young muddy god…Finally I got to the crest of the hill looking down into the valley and I could see the workmen in the distance…What was that? there were traffic lights and a queue of traffic…that hadn’t been there that morning!…As I watched in the distance the lights turned green and the cars moved on…just as I approached the lights turned red and I stopped at the front of the line with a white van behind me. In front of me was Sam…barely 2 yards away! I didn’t have to stroke myself any more…I stared at his muddy boots at the yellow mud all the way up his yellow waterproofs up to his crotch….I looked at his face straining as he lifted out another clump of thick yellow mud from the trench… I just looked at him and suddenly I came,just like that…It was hard to hide it really… I saw stars and I kinda grunted…I was completely out of it but was spurting into my jockies under my pants..The next thing I heard was a horn blowing behind me and the realisation that the lights had turned to green…Sam looked up quizzically and saw my face and must have wondered what was going on…maybe he could see how red faced and vacant I was,in post sperm euphoria..I drove on and got home.completely fazed by the experience..Again the image of Sam in his wellies and workgear right in front of me as i came only served to make the addiction stronger.
That night being a Friday night I had gone out for a few drinks at the gay club in the town and chatted with a few friends. Provincial gay clubs are rarely very exciting and certainly not really the places to wear my kind of fetish gear,as much as I would have liked to…There were good places up in London for that and I used to go up and play once a month in the rubber clubs and outdoor play areas…. That night was warm and I left the club early .I was tired but again I could not sleep. I was thinking of Sam again. I remembered his boots in the workmens hut and how they smelt…I had to do that again,my night in the hut was quite an experience that I had been unable to get over. I had always thought until then that solosexual stuff was always destined to be second rate to a good scene with another guy…yet, that night I had had an experience which seemed to be far superior and more memorable that practically all the scenes I had ever had with rubbermen.