Getting stuck - Pt 1

Author: rubberrich
Title: Getting stuck - Pt 1
Date: 31 October 2010

Sean pulled up his driveway after a fun ride home on his motorbike after a long week. He put the bike on the side stand, turned off the engine and dismounted. He took his gloves off, undid the straps to his helmet and pulled it off before placing it over one of the side mirrors. His forehead glistened in the summer sun with sweat. The warmth of the sun could be felt all over the his head as he had buzzed it a few nights before and had no hair protected him from the rays. Taking the keys from the ignition he opened the front door to his house and walked in to get changed.

After getting out of his leather one piece bike suit and boots, he sat for a moment on the edge of the bed pondering what to do while looking at his leathers hanging from a coat hangar on the back of the door. He'd managed to catch a glimpse of himself riding home in the reflections of shop windows and liked what he saw. He loved looking at other guys in bike gear, but enjoyed looking at himself in gear too. What was looking back at him in the reflection wasn't him, but some leathered, lidded, gloved and booted horny perv. Thinking about the way he looked was starting to turn himself on.

'Time to jerk off I think' he thought to himself. Sean got up off the bed and moved closer to the leathers hanging there, still warm from his body heat and the sun and smelling musky from his sweat mixed with the sweet smell of leather. He picked up one of his boots, put it over his nose and inhaled. The boot stink was better than poppers. They were 2nd hand Alpinestars he'd got a really good deal on eBay from a bike racer. They'd taken a bit of a battering but were still up to the job of protecting his feet should the worst happen. Sean had sweaty feet but they didn't smell bad. They had an amazing ability to make boots smell even better, that and the loads of cum he'd dumped in them when they first arrived had given these boots a distinctive smell, Sean couldn't get enough of.

The boot stink gave him an instant hard on. With his right hand, he grabbed his cock through his boxers and started to jerk himself off slowly. Before getting too excited, Sean removed the boot from his nose and placed it back on the floor next to the other one. 'Nah, not this time, this time I'm gonna get in gear'. He grabbed his laptop from the computer desk and lay down on the bed to look for new porn online. Each website he visited only got him harder and harder. A pair of Century 3000 waders were on eBay that Sean was watching. He moved the laptop out of the way and began jerking himself off at the thought of owning such a horny pair of boots. What would he get up to if he won them? Back on the laptop he started to look at wader bondage. Site after site of woofy guys in rubber and steel toe capped waders in all kinds of situations. 'MMmmmmm - no, I need to get geared up! Its been a while!'

The door the leathers were hanging from was for his closet which was slightly ajar. He could just make out his Orca smooth skin wetsuit. 'Yup, that'll do'. He grabbed the Orca, rooted around at the back of the closet for a few seconds then found a pair of old Lincoln Armasol waders. These were his pride and joy and were only ever used on special occasions. 'Why the hell not??' grabbed them and put them with the wetsuit on the bed. Next he pulled out a red ball gag with leather strap, thick long linemens gloves and a British S10 gas mask with hose. He placed them all in a heap on the bed along with the boot he just had over his face.

Sean took off his white vest and boxers, picked up the wetsuit and proceeded to pull it up over his legs. It slid smoothly up until it was around his thighs. Sean had always found getting himself off in a wetsuit was a bit difficult, but had found a way that seemed to work every time. He grabbed a Bike cup that was under the bed and put it over his semi hard cock and balls then pulled the neoprene higher and higher. He next worked his arms into the sleeves until both were on. He grabbed the zipper cord and zipped himself into it. 'Thats better, that feels good'. He looked at his reflection in the other door to his closet. The smooth skin wetsuit gripping him skin tight all over, showing off the muscles to his legs, torso and arms. Sean wasn't a gym bunny but liked to go to keep in shape, he was of stocky build. The cup was very visible over his crotch even from under the thick neoprene. He gave it a little knock with is knuckles and liked the knocking noise it made. His cock jumped each time he did it.

Next were the waders. 'These might be a bit of a problem' he thought. The Armasols had a fantastic orange steel toe cap and nice orange trim around the tops that set themselves off against the Orca - or so he thought they would if he could get them on over his legs. He had big calves - which had caused problems in the past. 'Folding the tops down should help get them on'. Unfortunately this didn't help, he couldn't pull them up over his calves and the smooth skin wetsuit seemed anything other than smooth on the lining of the waders. 'God damn it' he said out loud after struggling for a few minutes to get one half way up his left calf, then struggling to take it off once he realized it wasn't going to work out. He walked over to the closet and grabbed a pair of steel toe cap firefighter Black Diamond boots. These were much wider at the top and knew they would allow for his calves plus wetsuit. They slipped on easily in comparison to the waders.

He turned to the pile of gear still on the bed and debated what to put on next. The gag came next. It was hard red rubber that filled his mouth tightly. It was almost too big and wouldn't be going anywhere once the leather buckle had been fastened tightly behind his head. He next picked up the S10 gas mask and put it on and fitted the straps over the gag buckle at the back of his head. Connecting a tube to the air intake valve on he plunged the other end into his bike boot and took a deep breath. His boot stink mixed with the rubber in the gas mask caused his knees to weaken with delight. 'Fucking ace man' he said as he breathed out slowly, with the sound of the the air exhaust valve popping open. Sean next grabbed his linesman gloves, put them on and lay down on the bed. He began to rub himself all over, the rubber gloves skimming easily over the smooth skin wetsuit, he was in heaven but could feel his cock fighting the cup he had on. He grabbed the back massager from the bed side table, turned it on and placed it on the cup. Loud vibrating noises came from underneath the wetsuit, the feeling was awesome, the smell was awesome, the whole situation was awesome. Thrusting his cock backwards and forwards into the cup while vibrating it with the back massager, Sean started to imagine pervy things he would do with the Century 3000 waders if he won them. What he'd imagined the previous owner got up to with them, what he'd like other guys to do to him with the on. Then the next image that came into his head gave him an idea.

One of the last few pictures he had seen on his laptop prior to getting geared up was of a guy in waders but waders over his arms as well. The belt buckles had been fastened together behind the guys back and caused the wearer not to be able to remove them without help. The thought of this turned Sean on even more. He got up and pulled off the gloves, removed a shoe lace from a pair Shox under his bed and tied it through the belt buckles of the waders. He left enough of a gap so that once he'd had some fun he could simply raise his arms and wriggle out of them. Sorted. He put the rubber linesmans gloves back over his hands then slid his right arm into the right wader. His arm reached the sole. He them managed to get his left arm into the left wader and wriggled his arm so the boot went all the way up and fastened across his shoulders. Sean turned to look in the mirror. The same thought crossed his mind when looking back at what he saw as it did when he looked at his reflection while in bike gear. A horny guy infront of him was wearing firefighter steel toe capped boots, an Orca smooth skin wetsuit, cup showing underneath, S10 gas mask, waders over his arms, and the strap to a gag. 'What a fucking horny sight, bet he's a horny fucker!' mumbling to himself.

He climbed back onto the bed and managed to get the hose from the gas mask back into his bike boot before laying on his back. The feeling of waders over his arms was amazing. The steel toe cap prevented and thickness of the waders prevented him from doing anything with his fingers, but with a great amount of determination, Sean managed to switch the switch on back massager which gave out a violent buzzing noise as it came to life. After managing to get the back massager over his crotch which also took a great amount of effort, he pressed it down into the cup and began thrusting his super hard cock back and forward again. The massager was difficult to hold in position using booted hands and kept slipping. Sean finally found a position that seemed to work by folding his arms infront of him, holding the massager down tightly over his crotch. 'Thats it, thats the ticket' he though as the vibrations causes his cock to jump. He thrust faster and faster, harder and harder into the vibrating cup while still berating in his boot stink. Faster and faster until he knew he was about to cum. 'OOOOoohhhhhh shhhhhiiiiiiiiit!!!!!' he mumbled under the gas mask into his gag as be began to shoot his load. 'SSSSsssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiitttt!' he groaned as the waves of orgasm passed through his body, 13, 14, 15 pulses then 16, then that was it. It was over. Sean let out a huge 'Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh' sigh of relief once it was over - his head spinning from such great solo play. The best one for a long time.

Unfolding his arms he spend the next couple of minutes trying to turn the back massager off using the heel of one of the waders. He managed it and the room fell silent. Sean lay back down still on a high.

A few minutes later after he was sufficiently rested, it was time to get out of all the gear. He managed to pull the gas mask over his head and off, but the ball gag would have to wait until his hands were free. He raised his left arm over his head and started wriggling. The wader started to move but then stopped. More wriggling caused it to move a little more, 'Easy, just as I thought' he said to himself. 'One last bit left and I'll be able to get my arm out'. He gave it one more wriggle expecting the wader to move, but this time it didn't. He tried again. Nothing. He couldn't get traction on the lining of the waders from his rubber linesmens gloves. Panic set in. He tried with the right arm, wriggling, moving the wader slightly, then more wriggling but then nothing. Stopping at the same place the other one stopped at. Not enough to pull his arm out and not being able to pull the waders down from the inside due to the gloves. 'Fuck!!!!' he mumbled through the gag. He tried again and again, but no luck. He tried hooking a wader onto a door handle and pulling at it, but none of this worked. 'What the fuck am I going to do?!' He thought to himself. 'Its the weekend, my closest pervy friends are two hours away and how the hell am I supposed to dial a number with these over my arms?'