First rubber thoughts

Well, I've thought about it long enough, so here it is.

I am a rubberist, but only indulge with my wife. I think I'm going to paste in the first part of "My History", which I have been writing off and on for two or three years. Everything in this is true. It may help you all understand where I'm coming from. Here it is:

"The thing about rubber is this:

It’s smooth and shiny and it smells nice and it is very, very sexy when worn by someone who appreciates it and knows how much she turns me on when she’s wearing it – i.e. my wife.

Anyway, this is the time line as far as I can remember.

Rubberists traditionally link their love of rubber with wearing rubber pants as a baby or toddler. I think I did wear rubber pants, but they are not linked in my mind with anything erotic.

The first memory that has some sort of link with sex is from when I must have been 10 or 11. My parents both worked, so during the long summer holidays my brother and I had the house to ourselves. During one particular holiday (and I must have been at least 11, surely?) we played a strange game in which we pretended to be soldiers (or knights), dressed only in Pakamacs made of translucent grey PVC. We played this game a number of times and I definitely remember enjoying the feeling of the plastic against my skin – interestingly enough, not specifically against my genitals, but against my body generally.

My brother would have been 12 or 13 at this time so his involvement may not have been quite as innocent as mine. I say this also because I know he started masturbating using plastic. My mother once discovered a piece of plastic with semen in it that had not flushed properly. She was very angry and shouted at him – I remember her holding up the piece of wet plastic and saying something like, “Do you think I don’t know what this is?” He must have been so upset and embarrassed.

My first conscious orgasm must have happened when I was around 13. I felt that I needed to pee in the bed, and it felt very rude to do so. I thought of the smooth plastic of the Pakamacs and this brought on the orgasm. I remember feeling the wet patch and being surprised it was sticky rather than just wet. In fact, I’m not sure how I knew what it was – we had no sex education at school and my parents didn’t talk about it to me. I guess my brother must have told me the facts of life, or I just picked them up somehow. I do remember drawing a picture of my penis when I was 10 or 11 and showing it to a girl and asking her to draw a picture of hers. I had no conception of what female parts looked like at that stage – how did I find out??

My brother and I were at home alone a lot during the holidays. We used the time to search my parents’ bedroom. We found under the bed on my father’s side a couple of “dirty books” (Frank Harris and My Secret Life) and also used condoms, tied at the end (Eugh!) I remember that both my brother and I thought for some time that these were somehow linked to peeing in the bed. I thought that the white stuff – oh God, this is disgusting – was concentrated urine. I remember being sort of annoyed that my Dad had some sort of protection against wetting the bed! I do remember feeling these used condoms – UGH!!! – and noticing their slipperiness. A seminal (boom, boom) moment for my rubber-loving history?"

That's it for now. Maybe more later.