Forest Fetish Fun

This is a true story. It happened a number of years ago but was one of my most enjoyable sexual encounters.

I am a hard-core fetishist with a deep love for all things latex, rubber, leather and booted. My fetishes started as a young boy when I fantasized about tight neoprene wetsuits, hip length rubber waders, tall leather boots and any other gear that fit those descriptions. I loved to masturbate to those images in my mind and drop a large load of my boy juice on my chest and belly.

After I graduated from college and I got an apartment of my own, I started collecting leather clothing and boots......tight leather pants, leather jackets and gloves and knee-high cowboy boots with tall riding style, tapered heels. I started riding motorcycles so I could justify dressing in full black leather and tall boots. But I also discovered the wonders of latex clothing and that started me into a fetish spiral that continues to swirl around me to this day.

While the shiny, tight leather and boots always got me hard, I stumbled into rubber and latex one evening while I was in an adult bookstore (dressed in leather and boots...of course) when I found a magazine devoted to latex and rubber. Wow!!.......just as exciting as a full neoprene wetsuit but with a perfect, body-hugging fit. The magazine had an ad for an on-line retailer of clothing made of latex. It was a dream cum true. T-shirts, gloves, stockings, catsuits, shorts, socks, hoods, masks......it was all available. I quickly ordered a latex leotard that was like panty hose with attached latex feet, a tank top and a pair of long latex gloves. It wasn't long after that, that I ordered my first catsuit with attached feet.

When the catsuit came, I slipped on the over the bicep length, latex gloves and wiggled into the skin-tight, form fitting, black latex catsuit. Oh fuck......was I in heaven. I stepped in front of a full-length mirror to admire my body that appeared to just have been removed from a vat of liquid rubber. I was covered completely from my neck down in slick, sensuous latex and I was hard as a rock! My cock ached and it wasn't long before I had it out with my precum shining on the latex gloves. I had one of the best masturbation sessions in my life. That tight latex put my mind and body into overdrive. I was sold on collecting as much gear as possible.

Fast forward a few years; I am married but my wife does not share my enthusiasm for my gear. I have basically given up on any sort of sexual release and enjoyment from the gear while having sex with her, so I don't broach the subject any longer. But I have a very strong sex drive and I desired to "share" my gear with others. Those "others" would be gay men. I had never had any gay experiences, but I found that they were totally receptive and willing partners, so I decided to go searching for playmates.

This search led to the forest preserves of Cook County around Chicago. The county set aside mostly wooded areas to be used by the public for gatherings, family reunions, picnics and sports competitions. Some of the wooded areas were quite thick with bushes, brush and trees making for remote and private areas where willing men could play and be relatively safe. Well-worn paths lead participants to small clearings where play could be initiated. The multiple areas sprinkled around Cook County became famous for the gay cruising that occurred.

I started dressing in my gear and driving to these locations to see what I could find in the way of interested guys. My usual gear at the time was a pair of over the elbow length, tight latex gloves (all of the latex/rubber was black), a tight latex leotard with attached socks that reached up over my chest with wide straps over my shoulders to hold it up and with a built-in latex cock and ball sheath. The neck was wide and the only skin showing at this time was around my neck and my shoulders down to just below my biceps, to where the gloves extended. Over the gloves and leotard, I pulled on a second layer of latex which was a tight latex catsuit.

Now I was sealed from my neck down to my toes in shiny, skin-tight latex. The catsuit had a front zip with two zipper pulls so I could unzip through my ass and crotch for access to my cock, but the front of the suit remained closed. In order to hide the majority of the zipper down the front of my catsuit, I pulled a very close fitting, latex T-shirt over the catsuit that made me look like I was poured into a zipperless suit. Smooth, tight, shiny and oh, so, horny. As I really love tight, long gloves, I pulled a second pair on over the elbow length, tight latex gloves and over my hands and forearms. For all intents and purposes, I was vacuum-packed in a double layer of skintight, black latex heaven.

I couldn't very well drive the 15 or so miles to the forest preserve looking like a refugee from a wetsuit commercial, so I had to add a couple of more items to my wardrobe. As I owned and rode a motorcycle, a snug fitting, black leather biker style jacket (more of a cafe-racer style with a wide belt and zipper) was added over the catsuit. Mmmmph. Nice and tight. That would distract anyone who happened to glance over at me while I was driving to my sexual rendezvous. Unless they wondered why I was wearing what appeared to be shiny, skin-tight, latex gloves in the summertime. Oh, but what would I wear on my feet that would be equally kinky and exciting for my potential fetish partner(s)?

I had purchased a pair of custom, thigh high (with almost to the crotch shafts) pair of black leather Wesco, Big Boss engineer style boots a few years earlier when I saw them advertised as the "ultimate riding boot" in a motorcycle magazine. I customized them with no buckle and strap at the top of the shaft and no strap or buckle over the instep where they are usually found on a pair of engineer boots. They were the "ulimate riding boot" for sure, whether you were riding your bike or a hot, sexy boy. When I measured myself for the boots, I almost made the shafts too tight. I could only get them on over my tightest leather pants. They worked a little better with the latex catsuit.

But the drag on the latex against the rough-out finish of the interior of the boot shafts made them hard to get into. My solution was to cover my legs with thin plastic bags that dry cleaning came back in. The ultra-thin plastic allowed my latexed legs to slide into the boots with a little effort. I finished the fetish look with a black leather baseball cap on my head. Oh fuck...........this is going to be fun for a horny exhibitionist. I stared at my image in a full-length mirror and marveled at the skintight latex covering my body from neck to foot, the leather jacket, cap and those nearly crotch high Wesco straining to reach my big balls. My latex encased cock and balls strained against the interior of the very tight catsuit. This was my play uniform.

I would dress like this during the day when my wife was working a day job, and I was working afternoons or evenings. I had all day to get into my gear, drive to my favorite forest preserve and get my rocks off with, hopefully, another guy who enjoyed fetish gear. I did this many times, but one encounter will stick in my head forever. I wish I could live it over and over again.

One day I ventured out in my gear to my favorite location which had a loop drive of about 1.5 - 2 miles through the area with small parking areas and two exit/entrances. Guys would generally back into a parking place and wait for other cruisers to drive by. It was a game of cat and mouse and if you liked someone or they seemed interested you, they would park next to you or near you and both of you would do your "mating" rituals. I used to roll down my window and then make sure my tight latex gloves were visible on the steering wheel, poking out from the tightly zipped sleeves of my leather cycle jacket. Sometimes I would try to time their progress around the "loop" so as to be out of my car to coincide with their return so they could get a glimpse of my latex catsuit and boots. The trick was to watch out for the forest preserve police who occasionally frequented the area in unmarked vehicles. This only added to the excitement of the "catch me if you can" games.

This particular day, I was backed into a parking spot with a large, heavily wooded area behind my vehicle. There was a footpath immediately behind me that I could slip into while only revealing myself for a short period of time. I had seen a couple of guys who seemed like they might be interested and waited for the right moment to make my move. Eventually a car pulled in across the loop driveway and parked where he could see me and my car on the driver's side. I rolled down my window and moved my gloved hand to the edge of the window from the steering wheel so he could get a better look. He could see my leather biker jacket and my leather baseball cap. I hoped this would be enough to make him interested. From my car, I could see that he was young and slim. Perfect. We sat there making eye contact for five minutes or so when I determined that I should give him a little show. I was hoping he would be receptive. I rolled my window back up, removed the key from my vehicle's ignition, opened the door and stepped out in full view of him. I locked the car door and slowly disappeared into the welcoming, thick brush that lined the path.

I walked back into the wooded area about 40 feet and soon heard the approach of footsteps on the fallen leaves and twigs. I lurked mostly behind a large tree until a young, slim, dark skinned, maybe Hispanic boy strolled into view. It was the kid from the car who had cum to check me out! Fuck yeah!. He was in a tight black spandex short-sleeved cycling shirt and a pair of matching shorts. His lightweight shoes appeared that they might be for cycling also. He stopped to look at me and I became instantly harder as he stared, sort of in disbelief, of what he was seeing.

I asked him, "Do you like what you see?"

He answered with a slight tremble in his voice, "Yeah, fucking hot."

He stood there with his mouth slightly open as he moved his hands over my leather jacket on onto the latex covering my crotch and ass, As he rubbed his hands over my tall leather boots and nodded and grunted this approval, I zipped open the black leather jacket and let him fondle my latex covered pecs and my hard nipples which were poking into the rubber suit.

I took my double gloved hands and felt his bulge under his spandex, and he reciprocated with squeezing my hard lump of cock and balls, squeezed into my shiny black, latex suit. He looked into my eyes with a questioning stare, and I knew he was looking for permission to unzip my latex catsuit. I nodded my head and he unzipped me and took my rubber covered cock and balls in his hands. He slid my cock into his mouth and started suck on my thick rubberized tool. I asked him if he wanted to be fucked and he vigorously nodded his head in the affirmative. I slowly withdrew a small bottle of lube from my jacket pocket while he pulled down his spandex shorts and stepped out of them. He was thin but very sexy and I wanted to get into his sweet ass. I lubed up my rubbered cock and then stuck a well lubed, gloved finger into his hole to loosen him up.

He moaned and squirmed as I slowly rubbed the head of my encased cock over his tight rosebud. He leaned up against the large tree and I started to slowly push my hot rubber cock into his love hole. He moaned as I slid deeper and deeper into him until my rubber covered belly was up against his small back, the tops of my tall leather Wescos rubbing obscenely against the back of his thin but muscular legs. As I started to fuck him, I took his hard cock into my gloved and lubricated hand and slowly jacked him off. He came quickly and apologized before I could cum in the sheath in his ass. He quickly pulled his shorts back on and exited the wooded grove. Damn, I didn't get to dump my load but it was hot. I know he got off at least. I was hoping I had blown his mind and that our encounter was the hottest gay sex he ever had.

My finger and cock smelled like his shit, so I had to find a small pond to wash my gloves off in. I went back to cruising to look for some more fun and in about an hour, he was back cruising. He parked in another location and I watched as he disappeared into the undergrowth. I parked and walked into the thicket behind him. As I got into the wooded area, there he was again and looking for my cock in his ass one more time. We repeated the dance from earlier where I lubed his tight hole and my cock and I slid it home again. I started to slowly fuck his ass while I played with his cock and balls, giving him a latex reach-around. Just about the time he started cumming for the second time, a guy who must have been watching us, appeared in front of us. Not knowing who or what he was, I quickly pulled out of the kids greedy ass and zipped up. The "intruder" seemed satisfied that he had seen us fucking and walked off. I was robbed of my orgasm a second time.

I ended up going back to my car and jacking-off, depositing a huge load in the tight rubber sheath and pouch and covered my hard cock and balls. Sure, wish I could find this young dude today and do this all over again in a more private setting where he could enjoy the feeling of me pumping my seed into my cock sheath while it was planted deeply in his hot ass.

By the way, I am still in the Chicago area and love to play when I can.......in the same gear.