My fetish journey - part one
I’m visiting my parents this weekend, I went out for a walk with the dog and walked past the Neighbor’s garage. Suddenly I remembered my babysitting career. Usually when the kids fall asleep most teenage babysitters would hit the liquor cabinet or have their partner visit. Me? I sneaked into the garage and tried on the father’s motorcycle gear. I remember loving to wear the helmet and leather jacket. At that time I don’t even think it was sexual, since as long as I can remember I was fascinated by bikers and divers.
My earliest memory of a biker was when I was ten years old, I was visiting an aquarium with my parents in Cornwall in the UK. There was a young handsome biker also visiting, he was dressed head-to-toe in black leather and had a red scarf. I followed him around the aquarium completely mesmerized by him.
Once puberty hit, I had my first ever orgasm using a plastic balloon. I wanted to know what at condom would feel like and I put a plastic balloon over my penis and noticed when I rubbed it, it felt nice. I was actually a bit scared when the orgasm hit, since I had no idea what it was. However, from that day on I would cum into real condoms about five times a day.
For me, porn was “fast bikes” magazine and diving magazines. I always imagined it was me inside the outfits and that thought I would mastrubate to. I remember once being really weirded out when I realized the picture I was wanking to was actually a women under the leathers. I guess then I had an idea I might be gay.
One other moment from my childhood that really stands out from my fetish journey was when the local fire department visited out school. They asked for a volunteer to try the breathing apparatus. I jumped at the chance, and to this day I vividly remember how amazing it was to wear that breathing mask.
Being from a rural area, I had a girlfriend until I was 19 and never really accepted I was gay until I was 23 or so. Despite that the whole time since I was 16 or younger I was downloading pictures of guys in diving gear, wetsuits and rubber gear and wanking to them. In my head I always made the distinction that I wanted to be that guy, rather than I was wanking over the guy.
One day back in 2005 was the day that I finally made my fetish dreams reality. I took the train down from Scotland and walked past the door of expectations in london a few times until I worked up the courage to go in. Only after making sure the street was clear and nobody would see me did I finally enter. The whole trip was so that I could finally buy a rubber catsuit that I had dreamed about for so many years prior. Walking into that store was a pretty big moment for me, I remember walking around completely mesmerized by all the amazing rubber gear around. I finally brought a neck entry catsuit, and just before I left I had the courage to ask the staff if I could try the motorcycle leather suit hanging in the shop. In one day I wore a rubber catsuit for the first time, and also wore a motorcycle leather suit. What an amazing day.
When I finally got home after many long hours on the train, I managed to put on the catsuit (without lube or tank) and I remember being really moved by how wonderful it felt.
Would you like to hear more? Do you relate to this? I have a lot of other things to write about: getting my own motorcycle and gear, attending my first fetish events, my first rubber sex, getting my first dive gear.
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