Dan woke Saturday morning – hard! He lay in bed thinking of the Clinic – his balls ached even after the exertion of last night. He reached down to the floor by the bed side table and touched the familiar cool sensation. In a heap lay a tangle of rubber gear; shorts vest, hood and gloves. He had fallen asleep encased in rubber tightness, vaguely remembered waking up in the night hot and sticky peeling off the gloves and dropping them to the floor. He would need to wash, dry and powder the gear later on.

Feeling horny Dan picked up the gloves he had worn last night – a recent purchase – size 8 , slim fitting elbow length black latex. The cuffs flared slightly, large enough to wear over several layers. He loved their rubbery scent, dangled a glove over his face and inhaled deeply. He trapped air in the inverted glove and gently squeezed until the fingers gently “popped” out the right way. As he lay on his back holding the long glove above him he could easily imagine a hand encased in them. He opened his mouth and lowered the glove and sucked a finger. Eyes closed tastes mingled on his tongue, sweat, talc and rubber.

He turned the other glove right side out and lay them onto his pillow – more than 20” of serious rubber glove, the length of the cuff an added bonus – the fingers and hand were sufficiently roomy to avoid glove fatigue but still fitted well at the wrist.

Dan couldn’t wait much longer, he wanted to feel their cool smoothness of those 20”, to ease his hands deep inside. He loved the slight sigh as the air escaped and the glove became skin tight. He lay face down again enjoying the feel of his rubber covered forearms. In moments he rolled over and in a matter of a few pumps he came…and slept once more.

He woke up a while after, palms sweaty, gloves gripping his forearms – his bedroom floor still had the rubber gear in a heap and he then heard a squeak and a dull thud. Dan’s brain tried to place the sound, knew it was something familiar? Another squeak and everything fell into place. A ladder against the window, splash of water and squeak. The window cleaner!! This guy was in his 30’s, quite muscly, not especially memorable but for the fact he had once knocked on the door to collect his money and dangling out of his back pocket were industrial rubber gloves! Dan remembered himself flush slightly as this guy chatted about the weather! He had wanted to casually mention those gloves and how practical they were for his line of business but he had just handed over the money to the guy – Steve – and thought about how tight the gloves would have been on Steve’s large hands.

Back to reality with a jolt – there at the window were a pair of soapy, wet rubber gloves ( blue grey rubber) being worn by Steve whose face quickly followed. There was initial surprise in Steve’s eyes, Dan grabbed a sheet and covered his still naked body, then some sort of recognition. Steve saw the rubber gear on the floor and of course the elbow length gloves Dan still had on. Instead of looking away Steve fixed Dan in a stare and then sort of half smiled. Dan pulled the sheet over his head and just lay there – not knowing quite what to do. It could have been worse, he could have been caught red handed! Stay calm, pretend nothing was out of the ordinary. Dan knew that window cleaners were supposed to be used to seeing all sorts of things through bedroom windows! When he looked out from under the sheet Steve had gone and the window was spotless.

Dan pulled the gloves off, grabbed a T shirt and a pair of jogging bottoms and waited for the knock at the door. Should he ignore it and hope Steve would call back another day? There it was a firm knock at the kitchen door. Well, here goes thought Dan as he went down stairs.

He opened the door and there was Steve, gloved hands holding his bucket, waiting to be paid. Steve didn’t seem flustered or embarrassed at all and said, “Hi, do you think I could refill my bucket before I go to my next customer?”

“Sure, would you like a quick cup of coffee?”, Dan heard himself saying.

“That would be great, thanks.”

Bucket full of fresh hot water Steve pulled off his gloves (they were obviously quite a tight fit and thickish rubber) and accepted the hot coffee cup.

“Its good to get them off, I’ve been wearing them for an hour and my hands really ache”, said Steve.

“It’s called Glove fatigue caused by the thickness of the rubber being constrictive on your hands and joints”

“Do you mean they are too thick?”, said Steve offering them to Dan to feel.

Warm and sweaty the gloves were indeed thicker than Dan preferred and they had a cotton flock lining.

“Try ‘em on”.

Dan needed no second invitation and eased his hands inside the gloves.

“sorry they are a bit sweaty”, said Steve

Dan enjoyed the sensation of having on another guys gloves and his dick started to harden ( he hoped the jogging shorts would conceal this fact!).

“I think a thinner rubber glove, one that is more elastic, would be easier to wear for much longer” said Dan as casually as he could.

Steve looked up from his coffee and said “ Like the gloves you were wearing? They looked much thinner than mine and had really long cuffs.”

Dan stiffened again, was this just an innocent comment or had Steve understood everything?

“Could I try them on do you think? Or are my hands too big?”, asked Steve.

Dan blushed, said “ Sure, I’ll get a couple of pairs for you to try”. A Fantasy about to come true for Dan – another guy slipping his hands inside Dan’s gloves.

Dan’s hands shook just a little and his mouth was dry as he returned with 3 pairs of gloves including the 20” pair he had been caught wearing. Steve looked a little bit red as he gently handled the gloves – they seemed so thin and fragile in his large powerful hands “Hell these gloves feel so smooth but I’d be afraid they would tear as I put them on”, said Steve

“Latex is surprisingly strong and they offer much more sensitivity to handle things”, replied Dan.

Steve picked up a pair of shorter gloves, black latex and almost gingerly inserted his hand into the first one, a little sigh of air and a snap off the cuff and his hand was encased in smooth shiny black rubber. The second followed and Steve clasped his hands together and said” It feels as if I am not wearing anything, like a smooth second skin. snug and secure. I started wearing gloves after the cold weather and constant use of water made my skin crack but no pair ever felt as good as these.”

“ If they fit well you can have that pair”, said Dan. “ Treat them with care and they will last a long time – never get into contact with oil or petrol and occasionally if you put some talc powder inside they will slip on more easily.” Dan was very excited and thought Steve seemed to be the same.

“Can you help me off with these Dan, I am afraid they might rip.”

Dan peeled them back from the cuff like skinning a snake.

Steve reached for the longer 20” pair. “These would offer great protection – I am always getting wet sleeves, can I try them on?”

This was getting too much for Dan and he knew he wanted to go and relieve the tension in his groin.

“Do you like the feel of rubber gloves Steve”, Dan asked.

“Yea, more than I thought and especially these gloves of yours Dan – I guess this is why people like rubber gear.”

Dan then knew in an instant that Steve had seen his rubber gear on the floor of his room – “Well to be honest with you I’m into rubber gear in a big way myself!” There, he had said it! He waited for Steve to speak.

“These long gloves do feel smooth and sexy “ said Steve as he touched his face with his gloved hands.

“ Would you like to see more of my gear Steve?”

Steve looked flushed and nodded his head as he followed Dan upstairs. There Dan handed him a pair of black rubber shorts and pointed to the bathroom. From there he could hear the familiar sound of rubber as is squeaked and snapped into place.

Steve emerged wearing the clothes and Dan couldn’t resist slipping his own hands into rubber gloves and pulling on rubber shorts.

No words were spoken as the 2 guys started to touch their erections – both men reached their climax in a matter of moments.

Steve sat on the floor, still flushed but feeling happy, he looked at Dan and confided the following story – one that he had never before told a soul.

His father had been the manager of a hotel and as a lad Steve had spent many hours in and around the kitchen area. Some of the Chiefs would give him delicious things to eat and he loved the energy of being in such a busy environment. Everyone knew Steve and that he shouldn’t have really been around the hotel as much as he was. As he grew up he started to help out occasionally and by the time he was 16 he was working most week ends and during the holidays. Steve was a popular lad and everyone liked having him around.

After one particularly hard day, most of the staff had gone home and all that was left downstairs was the restaurant manager and Mary the woman who loaded the dishwasher and generally cleaned up. She was probably in her mid 40’s, not very bright but very kind. Although Steve was tired he asked Mary if she needed any help as the pile of dishes was enormous. She was so grateful that she gave Steve a peck on the cheek. Mary wore a black rubber apron over her blue uniform to protect her from the constant splashing of the dish water. She usually wore yellow rubber gloves – quite long in the cuff and Steve remembered her hands were quite plump and the gloves always appeared tight. Steve worked up quite a sweat stacking the clean dishes and bringing more for Mary to load. She produced a bottle of white wine and over the next hour they drank it all!

Mary was chatting more and more and almost flirting with Steve. She made suggestions about his sex life and although he was surprised he still found himself getting an erection that throbbed inside his trousers. On the last load of dishes Mary tore her gloves – as the machine whirred and splashed she asked Steve to go to the store room and find her a new pair of rubber gloves.

There were no yellow gloves there, Steve found some heavy duty black ones with a particularly strong rubbery smell and then, on a top shelf, one pair of pink rubber gloves. As he reached for them Steve felt how soft and supple they felt, much thinner than the yellow gloves, without the roughened pattern in the palms that gave grip. These were so soft and smooth all over.

Mary walked in – took the gloves and said “these aren’t much good Steve – too thin and when they are wet things slip out of my hands! I told the boss these pink ones are useless for dish washing! It is like not wearing gloves at all!”

Never the less she proceeded to ease her plump fingers in to the gloves. She waggled her fingers and smoothed them on. She flexed her hands and smoothed the extra long cuffs up her forearms. The cuffs were beaded and they flapped slightly in contrast to the snug fit at the wrist. The pink rubber was so smooth and the store room had quite a strong aroma of rubber.

Mary reached out towards me and touched my erection with her gloved hands – I was rock hard and felt the wonderful smooth feel. Not saying a word Mary pushed the door closed.

A smooth rubber gloved hand undid his fly and Steve moaned as the cool smooth touch caresses his thighs – he leant forwards so both Mary’s hands could explore his groin. The feelings were amazing and he saw that her gloves were wet with his juices.

With one hand she cradled his balls and the other began a slow wank – up and down his shaft, those rubber covered fingers slid around his Dick. As she increased the pace Steve watched the loose cuffs flap in time to the wonderful motion of her hands.

He knew he couldn’t hold back and with a moan Mary milked him dry. Spurt after spurt of hot semen left his balls, travelled up his Dick and splattered onto the pink rubber gloves. The gloves were literally coated with the creamy load. Steve’s knees buckled and he had to sit down. Mary left the room and went back to the kitchen.

Once Steve had recovered he returned to the kitchen, Mary had gone home, the gloves on the side and his father asking if he wanted a lift home! Mary left soon afterwards and Steve never had repeated the experience.

Dan listened to the tale and confided his own story about the Clinic and what had happened during his first few visits. Steve begged Dan to ask if he too could visit as a patient. The thought of being wanked off by a nurse in rubber gloves was too horny to miss!

Steve finally left the house – wouldn’t take any payment for the window cleaning and Dan agreed to contact him about an appointment at the Clinic.