The Roadworker

Author: FRGLEE
Title: The Roadworker
Date: 02 January 2009

Rubber wellie friction fiction by frglee



This was my first real experience of sex with a man. Kinda wierd…but it was the only thing I had ever wanted… So here I am,laying on my back on cold wet cobbles in a dark Newcastle alley with a rubberbooted giant rough dirty roadworker standing over me…

There’s a slimy heavy old roadworkers thick rubber soled black and red wellie pushed down on my needful face. Its partner stands tight against my crotch,gently massaging my balls as its shank gyrates gently against my wet skin. I can smell the rubber,I can feel the rubber knobs of the cleated sole push against my face,I can taste the warm wet fragrant piss drip down into my mouth as I lick the sole again and again. Through my eyes in the alleys’ half light I can see the wet rubber of the shank of the boot shine with the reflection of a shops neon light in the distance at the end of the alley.. The boot pushes down on my face,still more urgently I begin to groan and yelp. Suddenly the boot is off my face and I look up at the workman in his mucky blue overalls who is staring down at me lying flat on my back,quite naked. The beloved thick soled rubber boot gently,almost playfully kicks me on the top of my thigh,then again on the side of my right buttock. Then the merciless boot,the cruel boot ,the beautiful boot rests on my hard dick. I grind up against it,inviting it to push back. It does,hard. It begins to stroke my swollen rod up and down,catching and hurting me as the wet rubber grinds with friction over my delicate foreskin and the glans beneath. Wanking me with the tip of the boot,my skin going up and down with the rubber boots,It hurts and I grunt. The other boot,the silent and unmoving boot is at my ass lips and pushing as if to enter.I can feel the thick serrated rubber of the toecap rub against my sensitive rear hole and I grind back on it . Bootwanking continues at the front but it is hurting me and my anonymous booted scruffy worker dude lets off the pressure and I stiffen underneath the now still cleated rubber sole.But I can feel every knobble in the rubber.I can even feel the bits of grit stick between the cleats as the boot massages my tumescence…..

So how had this happened to me?

The roadworker had ordered me to strip and lie down in the alley,in the wet mud ,in his piss,in the muck. He had seen me earlier watching him as he dug the road and involved himself with his mucky mates seperating the cables that lay under the road. In the rain he worked as the late afternoon sun set and I sat in the coffee shop over the road looking out through the window at this gorilla of a man digging out mud and moving drain covers and stuff. The rain fell for a bit onto his muddy yellow waterproofs,making them shine despite the mud. His thick heavy clumpy old rubber welly boots shone too as the cars splashed water over him as they passed. I was transfixed by these boots. I had never seen anything like them before. A sole with at least an inch thick of red rubber,with red knobbled rubber toecaps and ankle protectors over the thick black stem that seemed to go up to his knees. These boots seemed well worn,old and special and had some lettering on them I could not understand,S.E.E.B. What did that stand for? No company I had ever seen.

He’d glanced over and saw me watching him and his boots as the hours passed. Kinda strange how people know when they are being watched… He saw my face staring at him through the window. I looked hard at this guys face. He was not young,not beautiful,not well groomed with long messy black hair under a woolly hat. On the side of his neck there was an old ruined tattoo, Between his eyebrows there was a small black cross tattoo,crude and blurred. He was a big guy by any measure, a six footer,kinda overweight but looked strong as well. The guys face looked lined and scarred as if he had been in fights all his life. But there was spirit still in those eyes that kept dancing around at everything. There was enormous strength in his thick arms I could see as he shovelled the thick wet clay out of the trench. I could see a half smile as he saw me sitting watching him. Me in my flared frayed jeans and my thick hoodie with the anorak on the back of my stool. Me unable to return to college. Me unable to take my eyes off this monster in the mud with his humungous shiny muddy and wet wellies.

It began to get dark as the rush hour started and the roadworkers began to pack up.The rain had stopped but the grey November day had turned cold. I could see my rubberbooted monster go into the cabin for a bit and then he came out minus the yellow overalls and wearing an old style donkey jacket ,a frayed woolen jumper and old blue cotton overalls with a canvas bag on his shoulder. He was still wearing his wellies though. Thick grey woollen socks around the rim, His jeans were tucked into them and proudly he padded his way toward the train station. I had to follow. I had to see more. I was out of the cafe like a flash and almost ran down the road to catch up to him. He stopped to look at something in a shop window,so I stopped ten feet behind. He saw my reflection in the window I guess and turned his head at me and looked at me quizically,studying me hard. I was unable to breathe. I just stared back at his boots,unable to move or run.Then I looked at his face. Again his half smile. I think he already knew what I wanted.

He walked on and then ducked into an alley that ran to an arch under the railway line but didn’t lead anywhere else. I know the area so I knew it was a dead end. He was leading me in… I followed, almost shaking with nerves and with a dry mouth. I looked at the worn back heels of his incredible heavy rubber stomping wellies that padded and squelched as he walked. He stopped and walked round then turned to me in the half light. We were alone. He had blocked my exit. I was suddenly frightened. A guy like this could beat the shit out of me. Yeah,me, the queer kid,the shy quiet 19 year old who spent his life not taking risks,too frightened to do anything much but jerk off to pictures of guys in rubber boots. Too frightened to go to a gay bar. too frightened to make any kind of contact with another guy. But this time was so different….I was unable to move,quite transfixed… He stood in front of me,got his dick out and pissed,just like that! He pissed all over his boots as if to get the clumps of mud off,though to little effect. I stood still in fascination,unable to stop looking at this giant pissing over his boots. He stopped,shook his dick and his urine steamed in the cobbles beneath his wellies. He left his semi hard dripping dick swaying out of his overalls.

I stared at him. My throat was dry with nerves.I gulped. I stared at his heavy black and red rubber boots,wet and muddy and steaming with piss.

” So what do you want?” he growled. I stood staring almost in shock,speechless…Then more forcibly “TELL ME!”

I muttered something about wanting to touch his boots. I was almost in tears as I told him. I thought he was going to beat me up.

“Yeah, I thought so” he grunted.

“Come here and get on your knees in front of me” I didn’t move,I was terrified….then he shouted “DO AS YOU ARE FUCKING TOLD!” He looked angry.

“Don’t hurt me” I said,sounding pathetic and even then instantly cringing with embarassment at what I had just said

Then gentleness,almost an aside : ” Look,I’m not gonna hurt you kiddo,we’re friends here,OK? You want to play and I want to play, just do as I say…Thats all I want from you and then you’ll get what you want”

He put one foot forward,kind of displaying a rubber boot to me. I could hardly breathe as I moved nearer,then fell to my knees almost in desperation I touched,then clutched at the boot…stroking every inch of it. I couldn’t stop now,I was a hard as a rock,so hard it hurt in my jeans so I adjusted my erect dick with my free hand. I looked up and my bootmaster held his thick greasy uncut dick in his hand,jerking it gently,watching me. A hand came down to my head and stroked my blonde hair.reassuring me that everything was OK,everything was safe. I looked up at his face,unshaven and dirty,saw again the rough crucifix in black on his forehead. He looked serious now. I was a little fightened again.

“Strip!” he growled

I looked up at him in shock . “You WILL do as you are told,kiddo, “ A warning….it was said slowly and quietly with the utmost sincerity. This was not a guy to argue with. Incredibly to me, almost as if I were hypnotised,I did exactly as I had been ordered. I quickly undressed throwing my stuff over a rubbish bin. Even though it was cold and I was frightened,I kept my nerve and stood there naked and vulnerable in front of this man,a hand covering my stiff dick.

“On the ground,on your back!” he ordered. I sat down on the wet cobbles then lay back,looking up Then he placed his boots on either side of my head and held me tight as he towered over me in the gloom.

“Lick my boots,cummon boy,you don’t have to wait to be asked”

Then there was a light tap on the side of my head with one boot, So I turned my head in this rubber embrace and licked,How I licked! I licked the mud off,I licked the insoles and I licked the cleats. I licked the toecaps and the red ribbed rubber ankle protectors.I sucked at the firm shiny red heels.I tasted the bitter sweet rubber,along with the mud . One boot after another with my bootmaster holding one leg slightly raised for me to get underneath For me it was as if a dam was bursting.Years of teenage rubberlust,dreamings and imaginings.I licked and I grunted as the trains went over the arch above us in the dark below, I was not cold,I was no longer nervous.This man and his boots were my whole universe and I wanted it to be like this forever. Above me,the roadworker grunted in approval.

We kinda knew were limited in time here in the alley just a few dozen steps from a busy road and pretty soon it became clear that we were both getting close to cumming. I could hear the guys breathing increase. Now he had put one boot between my legs and the other on my face.

“Lick them nice and clean,kiddo!” I concentrated on the task I had been assigned. I was a fast learner though this was my first wellie worship session. I did it as if on automatic pilot,burying my face in the underside of his huge wellies,even groaning slightly as my tongue wrapped itself round every crevace,every knobble of rubber in the sole. He was jerking off now,I could see his stiff dick in his right hand and the foreskin being moved up and down over his hard glans underneath. Heavy balls were now out of his overalls and one hand was being used to cup and pull at them as the other stroked and stroked that dick. Though I was concentrating on the boot in my face I kept his dick in view and above it,and almost in the distance was his rough face staring down at me,almost in curiousity…I felt his boot in my crotch again and tightened my legs round it as it sought entrance to my puckered virgin arsehole.

The boot which had been rough and hard on my face withdrew and was replaced by the other.I renewed my licking and cleaning efforts.

Finally I have this boot on my dick gently moving up and down on the underside of my rockhard teenage rod.It’s gentle now but insistant. My foreskin is being moved gently up and down then as I push up toward it becomes more insistant and harder.The other boot pushes hard in my crotch again and I look up almost hearing the guy wanking above me.Then he changes position with one boot to the side of my head and one boot on my stomach touching my dick gently again. I half turn to the boot and begin touching and stroking with my hands as well as licking and sucking the rubber again. I sniff and inhale the heady aromas of rubber mixed with piss mixed with sweaty socks and boot linings… The boot shines in the dark,light reflecting off it from the road. The other boot gets under my dick and starts moving up and down with my rigid rod on top of the toecap. I’m now very close….. Suddenly there’s a groan from above and a SPLATT then another SPLATT! Then SPLATT on the side of my head and my neck. Then a great spurt of slimy cum is squirted down the overalls and drips down on the side of the boot. Then another squirts out over my chest like a warm spray of water, Still the other boot gently and continuously strokes the top of my dick and then suddenly I feel the stars and lights starting in my head and I cry out loud as I start to cum,ejaculating droplets of pearly goo all over my chest and onto my face and over the giants boots. All the time,I never stop licking and sucking the rubber boot as I’m cumming.I push my face into the boot… I lick off his cum streams first then carefully lick of the globs of cum from myself on the boot by my face.. The boot by my dick pushes down on me now,squeezing out the last drops of my cum from under the cleated sole and onto my stomach. The boot moves then to my head and is proffered to me so I could lick off the wet cum stained rubber … I lick as if a demon possessed. Then I slowly stop. There’s peace.

There were carlights in the alley from the road end. A car was U-turning at the entrance. Saying nothing,very quickly the roadworker tucked his dripping dick in his muddy overalls and walked away from me back down the alley. I cleaned myself up quickly rubbing my teeshirt down my body,throwing it in the bin and pulling on my hooded sweatshirt,jeans and trainers then my anorak. I try to follow the roadworker but he was gone.

But the next day I was back at the coffee shop staring out over the road waiting for my rubber booted master……

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