Rubber Kingdom

Samuel was tired of always wearing the clothes, shoes and boots of his older brother. On his 16th birthday, the teenager got a pair of knee-high rubber boots and skin-tight jeans. He was thrilled. Sam loved them so much that he secretly kissed and licked his black boots with a red rim around the sole. He even slept with his boots on. You could say that Sam had developed a fetish at a rather young age.

When the boy was about 17, he was asked to wash his father’s boots which we’re full of mud. Once the job was done, Sam looked around to see if he was alone. That being the case, he sniffed the virile smell of his dad’s rubber gear, and got wonderfully intoxicated. He repeated the experience and got his biggest hard-on.

In general, boots can be divided into three primary structural categories and sub-divided from there. There are ankle-length, knee-high, and thigh-high boots. Thigh-high waders are regularly used for shallow water fishing. But made out of shiny rubber, they are also a favorite type of fetish footwear giving a manly look while simultaneously attracting attention to the top of the boots which is around the crotch area.

The association of power and authority with the boot is a large part of gay male fetish, be it leather or rubber. When asked what the sexual appeal of rubber is, rubbermen have answered: “the sweet aroma of good quality rubber is so pleasant” and “the feeling of contentment and freedom when wearing skin-tight rubber really does it for me”.

For his 18th birthday, Sam decided to but boots in a gay shop. Rubber Kingdom advertised just about every possible boot a guy could dream of wearing in a virile sexy way. He was met buy a handsome young man in his early twenties, wearing tight faded blue jeans and shiny knee-high boots. Eye contact was instant. Sam looked around but only saw rows of cowboy, construction, motorcycle and trekking boots.

“I’m looking for what you are wearing, said Sam, but I don’t seem to find it.”

“Follow me, we keep them in the backroom and offer a special fit”, replied Brad, the sales attendant, with a blink.

Sam was glad that he was also wearing tight faded blue jeans. He wanted so much to be a perfect copy of Brad. The backroom was indeed a kingdom, some would even say a dungeon; every pair of boots was bewitching. Brad measured his adorable client’s feet, picked out a pair and slipped them on to reach his knees. Sam stood up to admire himself in the mirror, and demonstrated his full satisfaction by caressing his crotch.

Brad took that as a direct invitation. Already on his knees, he bent down to lick the brand-new rubber offering on the left foot. Sam sat down to put his right foot on Brad’s back, sliding it toward the ass crack prominently highlighted in denim, and whispering: “You’ve got a fucking nice ass!” Brad’s reply was instantaneous: “It’s at your disposal for manly pleasures!”

They both got up and started to kiss. They almost looked like Siamese twins: same built, short dirty blond hair, hazelnut eyes, clean shaven, white t-shirt, faded Wrangler jeans and similar size bulge. A soon as the crotch zip came down, they again had in common a thick eight-inch cut dick. Sucking a guy when you’re wearing rubber boots is a hard experience to beat (all play on words intended). You feel the man juice being pumped with more intensity, you want to slurp the shaft and mushroom with frenzy, ready to swallow every single drop of jizz.  

“I would love to fuck your peachy butt, but I’m expecting a client any minute now”, said Brad

“Can I take a rain check? I would love to shine your boots with my own juice and keep some to lubricate my fuck chute”, replied Sam.

“It’s a deal, man!”

The following day, Sam ordered a pizza, and made sure to wear his new boots to impress the delivery boy. The young black guy caught on as soon as he handed the warm box. “We have a special today, he said, service includes boot licking.” Sam pulled him by the neck, smacked a wet kiss on the thick chocolate lips, and ordered him to get to work. “I want more than a lick; I want to kick your bootie with my boots on and fuck your ass raw.” In no time, they were on the sofa, Sam taking the lead in spanking, biting, and pounding the delivery boy. He took his rubber boots off to slap the top edge on the black ass and to stick the rubber toe up his shit hole. Moans of pleasure were filling the living room as they had fun under a certain flag.

While not associated with any specific sexual orientation or gender identity, the flag representing the rubber or latex fetish subculture in the LGBTQ+ community was designed by Peter Tolos and Scott Moats in 1995. The background is black; there are three thin red lines and one thick yellow one. The V shape of the color bands, at one point, represent the fact that rubber fetish is a kink. Black illustrates a desire for the rubber/latex look and feel. Red represents passion for rubber and rubbermen. Yellow stands for the drive toward rubber play and fantasies.

At Summer time, Sam spends two weeks in a cottage where he can swim naked in the lake, and walk around in his rubber boots, up to the nearby river. Tony, the 37-year-old neighbour, likes fishing and wearing boots also. Sam enjoys admiring Tony in his wader boots. One morning, he sees him heading for the river … with no pants or shirt on, just shiny wader boots. He follows him secretly and notices that Tony is very hairy, has a huge ass, a thick uncut rod, and likes to play more with his joystick than with his fishing rod. As he gets closer, Sam’s cock hardens and Tony waves a welcoming hand as soon as he sees the fun in perspective.

They meet on the river shore, and Sam gets quickly on his knees to lick Tony’s boots, ass and cock. “Get undressed, but keep your rubber boots one; I want to eat your ass”, orders Tony. Rimming is new for Sam, and he’s more than ready to offer his butt to Tony’ hungry tongue. He also wants to bury his face in the neighbour’s hairy rump roast while caressing the shiny wader boots. Sam learns from Tony how to kiss mouth and ass hole back and forth, triggering sharp tasty delicacies. “Now that your donut is all wet and slimy, I want to fill your fuck chute with my ‘personal fishing rod’, and pound you like this was my last orgasmic explosion.” In less than three minutes, Sam’s devil hole is filled with ropes of man juice. Tony scoops the drippings with his togue and embraces the teenager to offer him the first snowball kiss of his life.

Another neighbour has a stable of horses and likes to ride them, showing off his boots and chaps. Though Jeremy is a cowboy, he prefers to wear rubber gear. And he likes it to be shiny. One day, he rides to Sam’s place and asks him if he would like to make some easy money as a hired hand. The reply is short and simple: “I have no experience with horses.” Jeremy explains that the service he’s looking for is two hands to shine his boots while he’s sitting on a saddle. “Holy fuck! That sounds so hot. When can I start?”

Immediately, of course. Rubber boots on, Jeremy and Sam take place in the stable, under the watch of five stallions. “I want them as bright as a star. Use your spit, use your sperm, make me a proud rubberman!” Sam is in heaven. Jeremy is the incarnation of virility: tall, hairy, well-built, well-hung, knowing how to stimulate a slave with slaps of a rod in his face. Once the rubber is shining bright, Jeremy pulls Sam to his face and starts French-kissing him. Wow! He’s both virile and tender.

If the knee-high rubber boots received on his 16th anniversary was the start of a fetish, the ones bought ten years latter at Rubber Kingdom are the best investment Sam has ever made.