1. All my dreams.
“Fancy earning a couple of hundred in cash?” Butch slid into the seat opposite, his tray loaded with his lunch selection. “Might be a bit more in it for you.”
Butch was a big guy, big on athletics, well built, broad shoulders, narrow hips, beautiful body, tight ‘buns’ — the kind that would look fabulous in ballet tights — and damned good looking, especially ‘down there’ in his lycra shorts, and straight. At least so he appeared, and I wasn’t going to test it. His movements were beautiful as well. Graceful, fluid and always controlled, a product of his being a gymnast. At school he’d been a rugby player, but, since we’d started at university, he’d dropped that, replacing it with rowing and swimming.
He did set my ‘gaydar’ off, tricky when we were both on the track at school, or I was in my Speedo for a swimming session. Having spent almost my entire teenage time hiding the fact I was very attracted to boys, and already the target of gibes because I was too ‘girly’, I wasn’t keen to explore it and maybe expose myself as a figure to be ridiculed. I’m an ‘only’ child, and my single parent — my father — is a big guy, a police sergeant, into all the manly stuff I’m not, and my being, to him, a bit ‘girly’ is, or was, a reason to ‘encourage’ me to be more macho. In private I could fantasise about my crazy fetish as I wanked, but …
Now we were both studying in the ancient University of Fenchester, in our home town, the even older city being centred on the ancient cathedral, and the university ‘colleges’ scattered around it. The ‘town’ had grown up with it, a mix of merchants, industries and people providing services to the university or the ancient cathedral, and had been built on or out of the remains of the original Roman town. Not as old as the establishments of Oxford and Cambridge — it had grown out of a similar ‘college’ which changed direction after the reformation, first becoming ultra Protestant, and then gradually more agnostic until the revival of the more catholic church and the restoration of the cathedral and its cycle of ‘sung’ services — necessitating the establishment of a choral college, followed by others, each following some specialism.
Somewhere along the line, the city lost its rural side and became a hub of commerce and industry. It expanded, absorbing several smaller towns, and growing an industrial area. Some parts moved up the social scale, others remained ‘student’ infested, and other bits stagnated … And like all cities, it had its dark side, its cultural differences and its social issues. Like many ancient cities it had absorbed some of the small hamlets and villages that had arisen around it. Some were now decidedly ‘gentrified, and others were a mix. One that hadn’t been ‘uplifted’ was the area now known as ‘Bogtown’. Sandwiched between two industrial areas, it had originally straddled a small river where it joined the Fen. The Bough, the river’s original name, was now confined to a huge drain, more or less a sewer, and the corrupted name of the river now provided the root of the name of the roughest and most impoverished part of the city.
“Is it legal?” Nobody pays out that kind of money unless there’s some string attached. I could certainly use the cash, my course was pretty demanding, and I was running two part time jobs to pay for my room and cover my food. No, I don’t live ‘at home’ and nor does Butch, the reason being our respective families had moved away in my early years, so we’d neither of us grown up here.
My father covered my course fees but not my board and lodging. Face it, he had a decent job — a Sergeant in the County Police — but, as he put it, ‘a man has needs’ and he had a girlfriend I didn’t get along with who cost him to keep. There wasn’t a lot left for supporting me, and my earnings didn’t leave a lot for anything else, and definitely no spare time — I needed to sleep occasionally. “What’s the job?”
“It’s legal, and legit. Just model some stuff for a catalogue. Pays well, and if you want, it can be a regular earner for you.” Butch grinned. “Pays a lot better than the car wash, or the cleaning jobs you do.”
“That wouldn’t be hard to achieve.” He’d touched on a raw nerve there. The carwash paid reasonably, but was linked to demand, and this was a slack period. The work for the office cleaning service paid minimum wage, and worked to a strict time limit — two hours maximum depending on the premises. Butch had a pool cleaning round which I’d have loved as it was regular, and paid well. Just the thought of him stripped down for cleaning a pool made my libido rise. “If it doesn’t interfere with my other jobs, I could do it.”
“Okay, give me the days and times you’re available, and I’ll arrange it with the guy it’s for.” Butch slapped me on the shoulder. His touch sent a thrill through me, as his hand lingered, squeezing gently. “Money for jam. If you do it well,” he shrugged and grinned, “there’s be plenty more sessions and you won’t have to give so much time to these pissy little jobs …”
“I’ll drop my schedule on Messenger to you.”
He caught up with me in class next day.
“All organised.” Handing me a card, he continued, “That’s the address. Be there at two on Saturday and they’ll show you what they want. A couple of hours work and the money’s yours.”
He’d gone before I got a proper look at the card, and I went cold. I knew the address. I passed it frequently on my way to one of my ‘jobs’ — it was a place I’d never had the courage to enter. In fact I always pretended to avert my eyes and not notice as I went past ‘Vulcan’s Supplies’, their window displays very erotic. Why? It fascinated me, and terrified me because of the desires and feelings it awoke in me. For as long as I can remember, I’ve fantasised about wearing rubber, and having sex with a guy who shares my fantasy. This was my deepest darkest secret. My instincts screamed; don’t do it! Don’t expose yourself as a ‘homo’, Gay, rubber fetish bum-fucker … Another part of me was shouting as hard; Yes! With Butch! Yes, yes!
My reality bit. I owed my rent, and I didn’t have the full amount. I was in a bind. I needed the money …
On either side of me the displays screamed fetish as I stood in the recessed doorway, the ‘closed’ notice showing. In my tight underpants, with a male incontinence liner and my Speedo over them, my cock was straining to escape and leaking precum. The door opened as I pressed the bell and my pulse raced.
“You must be Penn. I’m Elijah — Eli to my friends.” He smiled. His voice was gravelly, but not deep, and held a tone of ‘no nonsense’ in it. Built like body builder, from his buzz-cut head to his booted feet, he gave the impression that he was the kind of hard man that even tough guys avoided annoying. Dressed in rubber jeans with a ‘sailor’ fly, a denim shirt and a leather waistcoat or vest, he filled the doorway. Stepping back, he said, “Butch is waiting, come on in.”
“Er, yeah. I’m Penn. Butch is here?” My pulse was racing and I felt a shiver as the strong scent of latex engulfed me as I stepped inside. Eli awed me, his maleness almost overwhelming and I couldn’t get a handle on his age — he looked maybe sixty-ish in the dim light, but he moved like a younger man than sixty.
Butch hadn’t said anything about his joining me, but now I thought about it — he’d hinted it was something he did …
“He said you were a looker.” Eli laughed, a lighter sound that reached inside me and made me shiver, and his slim hand at odds with his build gripped my shoulder, the strength of the grip at odds with the delicate appearance. He looked to be in his fifties, and fitter than most twenty-somethings, and his body shape was deceptive — he moved like a cat or a dancer, light on his feet and with something almost feminine in his movements and gestures. “And nervous as a cat. Call me Eli … I know, my Mum was big on the Bible. Head to the back of the shop, through the door into the stairwell and up the stairs to the top floor. Butch is waiting. I’ll be up as soon as I’ve locked up down here.”
“Um, through the door and upstairs? Okay.” Struggling to stop myself dropping a load straight into my briefs — and glad I’d lined them with a light male ‘liner’ — I made my way through the shop, the latex scent heavenly, erotic, and unbelievably arousing. Finding the door, I climbed the stairs, aware that Eli was lowering the security shutters over the display windows and the door behind me.
Entering the top floor I found myself in a bright, open studio and stopped dead, as Butch walked forward to greet me. My cock jerked, and I came in my underpants. He shone in the light, the tight black latex suit showing off his physique to perfection — and his arousal on show under the latex at his crotch. His member stood proudly at twelve o’clock beneath the rubber. Like mine it’s about eight inches, circumcised, and now clearly defined beneath the rubber. My heart skipped a beat, he was even more beautiful like this than in the gym … I’d been right in my imagination. He was magnificent in the tight rubber suit, his sculpted body and his assets on display.
“Like it, Penn?” His lopsided grin showed a hint of worry. “Well, now you know! The big sport jock, ‘The Butch’, is a fag!” There was a touch of bitterness in his tone. “A rubber fetishist. I’ve been into rubber for as long as I can remember … loved everything rubber. It gave me a huge buzz to wear the rubber waterproofs long after I stopped needing them as a kid …” He stopped, his expression one of worry. “Like what you see?”
Swallowing several times, I found my voice. “Love it,” I croaked. “Oh shit, Butch … I dream … I mean, it’s fantastic … you look … Is this what you want me to …?”
“Yes, we’ve got a different suit for you,” Eli’s voice behind me made me jump. I’d not heard him come up, and the pitch of it, somewhere above a tenor except for the gravelly sound, sent a shiver through me. “I needed a couple of models for my new range of catsuits and bondage suits, and Butch suggested you were the perfect guy to partner him. Is he right?” Eli met my eyes. “Do you want to do this with him? If not, I’ve the cash for you, and you can walk away, and we won’t say anything more about it — to anyone.”
My voice still refused to work properly. All my fantasies arriving together? Butch not only Gay, but into latex? Was this some sick joke? It didn’t look like it — Butch looked like my wettest dream — and his expression was pleading. I nodded, then shook my head and managed to croak. “Yeah … no, I’ll do it …” There was no way I could pass up on getting to wear a suit like that, and the possibility of sex with Butch …
The relief on Butch’s face as he took my hand in his rubber sheathed hand was reassuring. It sent an electric thrill through me and straight into my cock.
“Then let’s get you dressed.” His lips touched my cheek and he laughed. “Thank you, Penn … Damn, I just know you’re going to look amazing — even better than you did in that Speedo you wore at school …”
“The rubber is a new formula. Super stretchy, and super strong.” Butch told me as he presented me with the folded dark blue rubber bundle. “The only opening is through the crotch — like mine — and the zip is incredibly strong and very fine.” Admiring my naked and now lubricated body, he grinned. “You get into it through the neck. I’ll help you. Sit over there and pull on the socks and the gloves, I’ll prep the suit for you.”
The ‘socks’ reached halfway up my calves, kept my big toe separate, and the gloves reached my elbows. Then Butch helped me insert my feet through the open face of the suit’s attached hood, working them down into the legs until they exited the open ends. Then began the real job of getting the rubber up the rest of me. Finally, the hood pulled over my head, and the opening slowly shrinking back to an oval frame around my face, he stepped back.
“How’s it feel?”
“Amazing.” I held out my hands to study the latex ‘skin’. It felt fantastic, even better than I’d imagined in my fantasies. It was tighter than I expected — especially round my crotch and between my legs. “How do I look?”
“Sex in rubber!” Butch laughed. “Fucking perfect! Damn, Penn, I wish I’d hit on you the very first time I saw you in the showers … but … well … I was a prick … still am sometimes.” Picking up a sponge and a cloth He moved closer. “But this is better. Stand still I’m going to polish you.”
“Just be careful …” Giggling as he began to apply polish to my back, I admitted, “I’m on a bloody hair trigger now — and I already need fresh underwear before I go home …” I registered what he’d said. “You wanted to hit on me when we were at school? Why didn’t you?”
“Why didn’t you?” He shot back. His polishing was a gentle massage. “Why do you think? Some guys already suspected you, and I could see what it was like for you and a couple of others.” His hand with the polish cloth paused on my rigid member beneath the tight rubber, “I was the Captain of the First Rugby team … full of jocks! And me supposed to be the ‘Head’ jock … I just didn’t have the courage to…”
“I know the feeling. I’ve never admitted this side of me to anyone … Yeah, some folk figured out I’m Gay, but I was always very, very careful who I allowed to actually …” Pausing, I grinned. “Now if you’re going to keep polishing that bit, you better kiss me — like you mean it.”
His arms went round me and his mouth covered mine, embracing him, I surrendered to the kiss, our tongues exploring as we held each other.
“When you two are ready,” Eli’s voice broke our rising passion, his amusement plain, and we parted, blushing. He laughed. “Plenty of time for that later, lads. Now, step this way, I’ve got everything set up and we can start.”
While I’d been dressing, Eli had been busy. One wall was now hidden behind a ‘green screen’ held in a collapsible metal frame. He explained that we would be posed against this, and a cgi background would be infilled behind us.
“Is this for a catalogue?” I asked.
“Sort of.” Eli grinned. “Some of the shots will be, but I’ll be using most of these to create a comic book story using you guys as models for the art pictures our artist will create.” He looked at Butch. “I did tell you this, Butch. Didn’t you tell Penn?”
“No,” mumbled Butch, looking at the floor. He looked embarrassed and deflated, like a small boy caught by a parent doing something naughty. “Sorry, Penn. I meant to, but was afraid you’d say no if I told you in the kaff. I chickened out, afraid if I told you I was …”
Eli glowered. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Butch, you should have told him … Look, Penn, you’ve come this far and need to agree to this. So, here’s the deal. I’m going to photograph you both singly and together in a range of poses and positions. Some are for this new range in our online catalogue, specifically these suits, and the majority are to be used to create a comic book. Your face will be digitally altered — that’s why you’re wearing that hood, and Butch is going to wear a helmet type hood that covers his face completely. You’ll wear a blank mask covering your face and a digital face will be imposed. There’s a big market for this kind of comic book, so I told Butch if he could find a partner, I’d pay you each two hundred for a session, and ten percent of the profit from the book.” He paused. “So, do you want to do this, or would you rather take the suit off, pocket the two hundred and walk away.”
I looked at Butch, who looked really downcast. Reaching out I took his rubber covered hand in my own. Two hundred was about as much as I earned for six hours cleaning offices, and I usually only got two hours a week! The carwash paid about that — when it was busy — for the whole month.
“I’ve come this far, and I’m dressed like my own wet dream, with a guy standing next to me that I’ve fancied like fuck since … Yeah, I’m here, let’s do it. Do you want me to sign something?” Pulling Butch closer, I pecked his cheek. “But when we’re done here, somebody owes me some really good sex!”
Returning the kiss, Butch whispered, “You’ll get it, Penn — I promise.”
“You better — like this, I hope!”
“Right.” Nodding, Eli’s expression lightened. “Good on you, Penn. I have an image release for you to sign. We can do it later.” Eli looked relieved and happier. “Okay, it’s time for Butch to get his helmet on, and for you to fit the green mask.”
“Oh fuck,” Butch breathed as Eli held up the heavy helmet mask he would fit to his head. “That thing’s awesome!”
“As you’ll discover once it’s on, you won’t be able to talk, and the view is a bit restricted as well.” Opening the rear of the very thick moulded rubber helmet he slipped it over Butch’s face. Checking the position and fit, he drew the rear opening together and drew the zip down, then carefully covered it with a fold over strip. “Right, that’s you ready, Butch. Okay in there?”
Butch used his hands to check the thing, then managed a grunt and a nod.
“Good.” Turning to me he lifted a moulded rubber mask, externally featureless, it fitted comfortably over my own face and adhered to the latex hood. “Okay?”
“I guess. Bit restrictive, but otherwise …” I turned to look at Butch. Damn, he really did look sexy … He’d been fantastically sexy without that helmet, now he looked … My cock was rigid under the rubber.
Eli started off with a series of individual poses for first me, then Butch. The poses and the angles were suggestive, but taken alone, only mildly erotic. The exercise relaxed us into the process of posing and gave us a chance to get comfortable with our outfits and what we were doing. Then came the combined poses. These were on a totally different level, now we were wrestling, or fighting, and finally in what can only be called sexual contact. The body contact with Butch was amazing — super erotic, and we sort of slipped into almost surrendering to our desire to actually make love. In a way the rubber amplified the contact, in another it was a barrier. It was erotic in ways that have to be experienced to appreciate …
“Well done. You guys caught on fast.” Eli grinned. “Now you’ll both need some hydration. Let me take those masks off.”
Mine was first and I grinned as it came off. “I think it’s going to be tricky getting me out of this suit.” Pausing as Eli opened and eased the helmet off Butch, I added, “It’s amazing — it feels far better than I ever imagined.”
“Then keep it on for now.” Eli smiled. “Butch, take Penn through to the flat. There’s some isotonic drinks in the fridge — you both need to drink at least one.” Laughing, he added, “Enjoy yourselves if you like … I need to download these images and need an hour to check I have everything I need.”
Handing me a bottle of the isotonic drink, Butch grinned. “Any regrets? You look even sexier than I imagined.” Taking a long drink, he cocked his head and asked, “Where you serious just now? I mean when Eli told you what this gig was really about?”
Draining my bottle, I put it on the counter and met his gaze. “Better believe it, Butch.” My hand caressed his erection under the rubber. “Why didn’t you tell me the whole job? Scared I’d refuse?”
“Wouldn’t you? I wasn’t sure if you were … like me, and not everyone loves rubber like I do …” Butch paused. “What now?”
“Ever made out with someone in rubber like this?”
“A couple of times.” He grinned. “You?”
“No, but I want too — so you’d better show me just how good it is …” Putting my hand on his erection, I stood, putting an arm round his shoulders. “You’ve outed me now, so show me what I’ve been missing. Show me how to make out like this.”
Taking me in his arms, he drew me into tight contact our rubber suits making a faint squeak as we moved together. His mouth found mine as our erections met through the rubber, and an electric shock ran through us both.
“Come on,” he whispered, “this way. We can use the bed through here …”
“But isn’t this …?”
“Nah. It’s where some of the lads here doss if they work late on something …”
With my desire now almost beyond control, I let him lead me into a bedroom, our latex covered hands exploring each other’s bodies. I felt the crotch zip of my suit opened and sighed as my released cock leapt free to meet his. Then we were both on the bed and I found his precum coated member at my mouth and felt him kissing and licking mine. All other thought vanished as I focussed on savouring his rigid member and whimpered as mine, now so over stimulated, erupted in his mouth, then had to swallow hard as Butch shot what felt like a gallon of his own hot cum into mine.
As our cocks softened, he changed position and our mouths met as we embraced, our now flaccid cocks between us.
“Thank you …” he began.
“I’m sorry, I wanted to make it last …” I started.
“You did.” His kiss shut me up. “We did. We’ve had almost two hours of making out …” Kissing me again. “I’ve been trying to control … and you’re every fucking thing I’ve ever dreamed about.” His mouth crushed to mine again, his tongue demanding entry. “Want me to give you some more ‘head’? It’s even better after a big cumshot like that — and Eli expects us to enjoy being rubbered like this … call it part payment.”
“Mmmm, if it’s better … but I want to do the same for you …”
“Then lie on your back, love, I’m going to straddle you, and you can enjoy me while I enjoy you.” Butch repositioned himself as I rolled on my back.
Now I was looking at his swollen member and his heavy balls — his circumcised ‘head’ perfectly placed for my mouth — as he lowered himself to rest on his arms and take my reviving cock into his mouth. He was right; with our initial supercharged desire released, now we took our time, enjoying, exploring, savouring, experimenting.
My second cumshot, the third since I’d embarked on this crazy adventure was one of the very best I’d ever experienced. It took me a little longer to give Butch the release he wanted, but, judging by his response, it was every bit as good as he’d given me.
We’d no sooner changed positions again so we could embrace and kiss, than Eli called from the entrance to the flat.
“If you two can peel yourselves apart … I’ve got pizzas for our supper.” We heard him chuckle. “Come and get them.”
“Be right there,” Butch responded, his hand gripping my still semi-hard cock. “Just as soon as we’ve packed our toys away.”
I laughed as he helped me stand. “Closing these zips is going to be tricky!”
“Yup. Spread your legs and let me sort you, then you can do mine.”
Eli was waiting in the studio, three large pizzas, drinks and some fruit salads on a small folding table waiting with three chairs. He grinned as we entered, hand in hand.
“You both look like the cat that got the cream.” To me he added, “That suit looks great on you. Still okay with it?”
“We certainly did get some ‘cream’,” I joked. “Plenty of it.” Eli laughed and Butch grinned as I added, “This suit is amazing — I’m reluctant to take it off now …”
The supper got eaten as we joked and teased, then Eli suggested we had a choice of stripping out of the rubber and going home, or spending the night in the studio …
I looked at Butch. “It’s almost midnight. If you’d like to…?”
“I’d like …” Butch’s grin as he stood and took my hand. “Can we stay like this, Eli?”
“Feel free, guys.” Eli stood. “I’m off home. Just do me a favour, Butch, you know how to clean the suits — give them a proper clean up and treatment. I’ll be back sometime mid-morning. I open the shop for a few hours from eleven.” He grinned. “Try not to wreck the joint.”
We cleared away the pizza boxes and empties, then Butch wrapped me in his rubber covered arms, his mouth covering mine.
“Round Three, Penn?”
“Ding, ding!” I pressed my erection against his. “Fuck me, Butch. Fuck me as I am …”
