Welcome to the Hot Trousers Section! Yeah, you read that right. Yet another pair of poor, respectable waders have found themselves victims to the Leather Oaks Sensual Experimentation Unit! The old, brown Northwest Territory Chesters seemed to thrive on the practice, even taking to dry land as very sharp looking rubber pants. Rubber pants that happened to have rubber boots firmly affixed to their legs!
The Tingleys, as memory serves, were made of even tougher stuff than the lightweight Northwest Territory Chesters, and weren't sure if they wanted to try the fashion stage as dry climes trousers. As you can see, they had no qualms with wading in to a hot tub session with their barechested owner. |
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Oooh!! Well, Harold's restless hands are wasting no time in trying to establish contact with certain internal regions. The Tingley's aren't as flexible as neoprene, but is that a real impediment? |
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| We recognize no justifiable impediment to good, groping gonad glee by the mere presence of ten pound Chest Waders. All systems are contributing to rubberly sensual delights. |
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Ah, the mystery of a good chest wader bulge! With so much extra heavy rubber to bunch up here and there, it is real, JockUpped, or just folded rubber? If the male curves look good, do we have to worry about mere sartorial details?! |
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| Ah, yeah! Reminds me of Gene, starting another Wadery Western, "I'm back in the Spa-Floated Saddle Again" (twang a twang)! This must be a case of learning from one's success: I've yet to find an outfit that didn't feel great when subjected to a good Spa-Float thigh grope! |
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It would appear at first glance that nothing much is happening. I think though I was almost standing on my toes to get that expression. Lots of intense Rubberman to Spa Float activity was underway. |
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| Is this what they mean about being on a roll? It appears that I'm holding on gamely, with some help from the shore. But, note my legs -- I'm holding on to something more!! |
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This is a great thigh-strengthening exercise, right? I couldn't be in this position just because it feels so great, no could I?! Naw, not a chance<G>.
The first seven photos on this page have an unusual relationship: They're the longest consecutive set of photos I've ever made, where every single image ws a "keeper"!! |
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| "Show me your back!" Sure, we can do that! The single major deficiency of these waders shows clearly here: They're several inches short in inseam for my figure. Is that part of the secret for the "Spa Roll" successes? |
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We threw in this one photo, half in and half out of the hot tub, but still thoroughly, lustily wet! |
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| Ah, this is better! Form-forced rubber waders cleaving to a man's butt, who could ask for anything better? |
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Sure glad ya'll have been out here for my Hot Tub Rodeo Ride today folks, and don't forget the next performance may be at any time. An interesting aside: I'm not sure I ever got wet in this whole set! My body hair sure looks awfully fluffy.
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Well! We're over halfway through the Hot Suits section, and I bet another old favorite triathlon suit is also going to be put through its hot paces too. You can join the Ironnman by clicking my Leatherjock. . . . Get Rubber Ready! |
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