By SlickChaser
Through some advice, poking and prodding, my friend Gerry was pushing me to pursue some new boundaries, mainly getting outside his role as the only play partner. Getting local was tough, but over time he found a group of men living in Germany who wanted someone willing to test some things and create something special. I had to travel for another reason so decided to just go for it. Their language barrier was an issue, but with so much technology, we seemed to hammer out most of the details. They had a plan to put my rear hole to work, and then some. I had to train small and often in the weeks leading up, plugging myself daily and using different sizes as often as possible to get my body used to it. As part of their end of the deal, I had to come prepared in red rubber, black wellies and freshly clean underneath.
The two men only asked to refer to them as “A” and “F.” Constant communication via translation took place over the weeks preceding: where to travel to, what time and how best to be prepared. The day finally came and I had to do my best to dress with clothing over my rubber suit, thankfully it was a rainy do so the boots fit right in. Riding a train through a major city hidden in full rubber underneath made me beyond horny. It didn’t help with other people on the train also clad in leather or similar shiny clothing, a feature point for where I was headed.
