Rubber pig and pups

Francis is a retired Fuller Brush Company salesman. For over 40 years, he specialized in door-to-door sales of branded items for personal care, such as a hairbrush with a lifetime guarantee, as well as commercial household cleaning products. At 66, he now enjoys long rides on his Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and parties where guests dress-up in rubber gear.

Francis first developed a fetish for rubber boots when he started as a salesman in a small country town where he saw a fireman at work in his hip-boots, holding the hose at crotch level, making it look like he was pissing full blast. A few days later, he knocked on a farmer’s door, hoping to convince the lady of the home to buy one of his products. There was no answer, so he wandered in the backyard, and saw the farmer’s boy cleaning his shiny black rubber boots enhanced by a red stripe around the sole. The boy must have been 16-17 years-old. His muscular built, his tight faded blue jeans, and an interesting bulge caught Francis’ eyes.

“I’m the Fuller Brush salesman. Your mother is not around?”

“No, gone to the grocery store. I’m the only one here.”

“I really like your rubber boots, so virile!”

“Do you see something else that you like?”

“Well… yes, your peachy butt and bold bulge look mighty tasty!”

“Care to follow me? My name is Bernie, and remember that what happens in the barn stays in the barn.”

Francis’ answer was a slap on Bernie’s firm yummy ass. He followed him eagerly, and the young lad did not waste any time. He embraced Francis, old enough to be his father, kissed him wildly, and crushed him down in the middle of a hay stack. In no time, they were sucking each other’s cock. Francis being a top, he ordered Bernie to get undress but to keep his rubber boots on. They were a fantastic turn-on. He had a chance to lick rubber for the first time, and most of all, to pee on what was definitely an erotic gear for him.

“Wow! You’ve got a fine rod, long, thick and veiny. Water sports are fun, but you are hung like a stallion, and I want you to fuck me hard and deep.”

No sooner said than done! But Francis first indulged in spanking, licking, kissing, biting and eating Bernie’s peachy ass, with a firm hold on his shiny black rubber boots. When the hole was well lubricated with spit, he shoved his rod in a rugged way that drove Bernie to ecstasy. “Fuck, it’s ten times more fun with you than with the farmer next door!”

Every time Francis made a salesman stop at this farm, he would ask the lady of the house if Bernie was around. Being a widow, she saw in the salesman a kind of father figure that could have a good influence on her son, and invited Bernie to give him a tour of the farm. The mother bought Fuller Brush products, but it’s the son who got to sample the salesman’s hottest deal.

Francis took good care of his 1999 Eagle Gold Harley-Davidson Touring Road King motorcycle. Before heading for a road trip, he always brought it to mechanic Barry for a check-up. As soon as he got a call saying it was ready, he would hop in a taxi and head for Barry Tune-Up and Repairs. The young mechanic, around 45, would always be kneeling down on a rubber tire, bending to repair some car, and showing off the waist band of his jockstrap.

“Hi there, Barry! I didn’t know you enjoyed wearing jockstraps, just like me.”

“Was wondering when you would notice it, Francis. Care to join me on the rubber tire?”

“Holy fuck, that’s the best invitation I’ve received in a long time! My rubber fetish will be once more enhanced.”

Barry put the CLOSED sign on and locked the door. As soon as he hugged Francis, his greasy smell triggered a firm bulge. Both enjoyed rough roll-overs on the rubber tires, ending up in a hot 69 position. But that was just the appetizer. Barry used grease to lubricate Francis’ wide hairy butt, and plunged his slender tool bar as far as he could. They both moaned with pleasure. Then, it was Francis’ turn to fuck. “I will bareback you, cum full blast inside you, pull out, and let you push back my jizz so that I can eat it dripping from your cute peachy butt.” Barry had never been barebacked nor felched before, but was more than willing to experience it.

Francis’ nectar was thick and creamy; Barry’s rosebud was tight and smooth. An ideal combination to slurp slowly the jizz bursting out in forms of bright yummy pearls, and to savor it lusciously. Francis also took this opportunity to engage in snow-balling or passing the cum to Barry’s mouth in deep kissing. Both were fond of French kissing, but snow-dropping was new to Barry, and he enjoyed it as much as Francis.

The motorcyclist and the mechanic became lovers, calling each other rubber pig and rubber pup. There was a magical feeling in wearing rubber gear. Talcum powder was always nearby, a must when you put on skin-tight rubber suits. Francis initiated Barry to a new lifestyle, and introduced him to the rubber community, with its flag composed of three stark colours slashed in a chevron: black symbolises the community’s love of shiny and usually black rubber; red stands for the blood passion and strong feelings people have for rubber or latex; yellow is for the community’s drive for intense play and fantasies; the chevron represents the kinkiness of the fetish and play involved.

What Barry enjoyed the most in foreplay with Francis was licking his hairy torso and armpits while caressing his rubber bulge. The streaks of grey excited him, and triggered luscious French kisses. After sex, they would often doze off, cuddling in their shiny rubber gear. The feeling of a second skin was always exhilarating, especially when one would wake up in the middle of the night, feeling the bulging crotch of his partner pressing a rubber clad ass, an invitation to sniff, lick and engage into manly fun.

On their latest August road trip, Francis and Barry were enjoying the rolling hills of Vermont, USA. They had stopped for a beer and a hamburger at a local inn, but drove back home without going to the washroom. On their way, they noticed a young farmer near a fence. Shirt off, he was sweating like hell, almost dripping on his shiny black rubber boots. “I think we should offer him our bottle of water”, said Barry. Francis agreed and pulled over, already imagining a hot scenario.

The young farmer thanked them, and while he was quenching his thirst, Francis unzipped his rubber pants for a quick pee. That was the signal for Barry to do the same, but to pee on his lover’s back door. That made the black rubber shine even more, and attracted the young farmer.

“Can I join in? You are so fucking hot! Never seen this around here,”

“A threesome is just what we were dreaming of. Hope you are ready for virile fun!”

Indeed, he was more than ready, he was fucking eager to experience a new man-to-man pleasure experience. The smell of urine on rubber drove all three crazy. They kissed, licked, sucked, rimmed, and ploughed each other with frenzy.