How and when did your fetish begin?
Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
My interest in PVC and plastic began when I was a boy of around 9 or 10 in the mid 1960s. On a wet day whilst on holiday I was bought a plastic pacamac to wear. when we got home,I found I loved wearing it whenever I could,wet or dry. As I got older,I found that I loved to see girls wearing shiny PVC raincoats. It is only in the last three years or so that I have started wearing PVC/plastic again myself,after going through the nylon cagoule stage. I realise now that it is a fetish. Until I found this site I thought I was the only person with this love of PVC rainwear. I know I am in good company!
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rainwear luver
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
I have had a rainwear fetish like many others for as long as I can remember and it can sumtimes be a burden I love the smoothness and comfort safety net feeling wen wearing one of my rubber lined sutes or long macs relationships have and will come and go but the fetish is for life I wouldn't have it any other way myself
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nylon4fire
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
As I remember my fetish in Nylon rainwaer started when I got my first quilted hooded Nylon anorak at he age of 8 yeras old. It's brand was lilion and came from Italy. The nylon was a kind of taffetta style, smooth onto the skin and very noisy and rustly when walking around in it. I played a lot with this nylon jacket and pleasured myself with. Later my girlfriends took care to caress and pet me with nylon.
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ilikeplastic
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
I remember as a very young boy (1954) that my uncle had a semi transparent snap front plastic raincoat. I remember at that young age that I would rub my cock on it and can't remember a climax at that young age but something was going on. Uncle even bought me one for myself. NICE. As I got older and into my teen years I was lucky to find an occasional raincoat and had another uncle who also had several coats that I would masturbate with. Was fortunate to be spending the summers and whenever I was alone would pleasure myself with those beautiful raincoats. As time went on and the good plastic all but disappeared I resorted to thrift stores with little success. Luckily I discovered pvc u like and 4 years ago ordered a semi transparent black raincoat. I just disposed of it as it got damaged and ordered a transparent gray raincoat for my pleasure. The snaps were set up for a woman's coat but because I had it made special and longer, plus the plastic feels so darn good, that I am keeping it. I did order another with the studs on the right and very large and very long. The plastic is just as I remember from those olden days and the sex is out of this world.
Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Interesting ro read, because it is quite similar to how my fetish began. I was born in the mid 60s and in kindergarden I got a shiny plastic red raincoat with southwester, which had a houndstooth design. It was so soft, very shiny, and noisy and had a strong PVC smell, typical for PVC coats at that time. Nobody worried about plasticizers then. Later I was in ground school and many of my classmates, especially the girls had shiny (cotton backed) or unlined vinyl raincoats, which were available at Woolies, and many other department stores like C&A and others. I was so fascinated about seeing the young girls proudly wearing their shiny raincoats. Many of my classmates also had older sisters who owned raincoats (shiny red, shiny blue, great designs and many fashionable types) and I coulnt wait for the upcoming rainy days, especially in fall and spring.
Later, when I was 16, I strolled around my hometown on a rainy day and I watched a lot of parents and people trying on new raincoats, which were offered in the department stores. A lot of mothers went into the department stores to buy raincoats for her daugthers. So I had the chance to watch many girls at my age trying on the raincoats. Each store had a huge variety of raincoats, in many clours, so the girl had to try on a few coats, and the mothers then commented how nice they looked like. Once I had the chance to watch a mum with her 16 year old daughter to try on the same style of raincoat. A Mom took a shiny blue one, her daughter took a shiny red one, and since it rained hard they kept the coats on when leaving the store, after checkout. The 70ies were heaven, at least for raincoat lovers.
Later, when I was 16, I strolled around my hometown on a rainy day and I watched a lot of parents and people trying on new raincoats, which were offered in the department stores. A lot of mothers went into the department stores to buy raincoats for her daugthers. So I had the chance to watch many girls at my age trying on the raincoats. Each store had a huge variety of raincoats, in many clours, so the girl had to try on a few coats, and the mothers then commented how nice they looked like. Once I had the chance to watch a mum with her 16 year old daughter to try on the same style of raincoat. A Mom took a shiny blue one, her daughter took a shiny red one, and since it rained hard they kept the coats on when leaving the store, after checkout. The 70ies were heaven, at least for raincoat lovers.
Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Had it for a long time. Plastic was big back in the fifties and even as a four year old I recall the slick shower curtain in our bathtub. A bit later, grandmother was draped in a long kitchen apron, and I wanted to wear it, so she complied. A couple years later I was given a grey translucent raincoat to wear to school and recall enjoying the swishing and crackling of the firm material on a cold morning. The turning point was when at age 14, I was given a large "bicycle raincoat" to wear to riding to school. Again, it was one of the first imports from Japan, and it was heavy and stiff, but frosty clear. It rustled and crackled all the way to and from school and finally "got the better of me" one evening. Enjoyed that same type of material ever since!
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clearpvcmac
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Hi, Im fairly new here, been lurking for a while but thought it time to take the plunge
Like many people I think I first became aware of my feelings when I was quite young, I remember going to the seaside with my family and so we could sit on the sand and have our sandwiches two pacamacs were spread on the sand
I always remember that feeling which was so different to anything else I'd ever felt before, as I started to get older I began to understand a little more about these 'strange' feelings and the effect seeing someone dressed in a plastic mac
Jon
Like many people I think I first became aware of my feelings when I was quite young, I remember going to the seaside with my family and so we could sit on the sand and have our sandwiches two pacamacs were spread on the sand
I always remember that feeling which was so different to anything else I'd ever felt before, as I started to get older I began to understand a little more about these 'strange' feelings and the effect seeing someone dressed in a plastic mac
Jon
Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Like many my attraction to macs started w=early in life and how many of us ask."What was the attraction"
Now I had a plastic mac...my brother also had one but it was my sister"s I was attracted to...also her school gaberdine mac with the wonderful deep hood
And macs designed for the fairer sex is still a great turn on for me...even wearing a darker coloured one when I go out
Most though are for indoor wearing as they are feminine colours including red and pink
My love of macs ..I love all kinds...from plastic ..PVC to the wonderful feel of a nice nylon mac and what a joy to have a site like ebay where there are bargains to be had
Peter
Now I had a plastic mac...my brother also had one but it was my sister"s I was attracted to...also her school gaberdine mac with the wonderful deep hood
And macs designed for the fairer sex is still a great turn on for me...even wearing a darker coloured one when I go out
Most though are for indoor wearing as they are feminine colours including red and pink
My love of macs ..I love all kinds...from plastic ..PVC to the wonderful feel of a nice nylon mac and what a joy to have a site like ebay where there are bargains to be had
Peter
Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
My fetish started in the mid 1960s when I was bought a plastic mac to wear on a wet day on holiday. I loved wearing it, and wore it often when we got home. One of the girls in my group of friends also wore a plastic raincoat, and we often played together (innocently, of course!) wearing them. Over the years I loved to see women wearing PVC and plastic, but only in the last few years since I went online and found out where to buy rainwear, have I got back into PVC and plastic. For years I liked nylon cagoules, but my interest in shiny rainwear is stronger than ever, 50 years on!
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rubbermackintosh
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Where Did It All Start?
Looking back, it started when I was just eleven years old. That was in 1955.
I had just passed my eleven plus and got a place at a South London Mixed Grammar School. It wasn’t my Dad’s first choice of school for me but, nevertheless he bought me a brand new bicycle for passing the exam and also a set of heavy pvc yellow cycling cape, leggings and sou’wester hat to wear on wet days riding to and from school. It was probably a good deal for Dad as he would have got his money back by the end of the second term in saved bus fares on the six miles each way between home and school. Soon after the end of year one Dad left and I was brought up from then by Mum.
I loved my wet weather gear, the cape had a gusset neck which closed with a press stud, the leggings kept my trousers dry and the sou’wester deflected all the water down the back of the cape and not down my neck. All in all I felt very protected from the elements and I rode to and from school in all weathers and in holidays I went all over the place. My pvc gear was just weather protection, nothing else.
School seemed to be going well. Although it was a mixed school there were certain activities which were single sex. Sport and gym amongst them but there was plenty of chances outside of formal classes for friendships to form between the sexes too, drama and music for example. There were also a number of extra curricula activities of which the school cycling club was popular and open to all ages and both boys and girls.
I joined the cycling club in the second year and rode out with them whenever I could. Mostly our rides took us out into the Surrey and Sussex countryside and although we liked to ride in good weather we didn’t call off if the weather was wet or even worse. At first it was hard for a second former to keep up with the older riders but my fitness improved rapidly and soon it was no problem.
By year four there was quite a lot of interaction between boys and girls, some of it of the ‘behind the bike sheds’ nature but mostly loose pairings and a bit of posing and flirting. One girl that I had a soft spot for was Caroline and I often rode home with her specially in winter to see that she got home safely, but that was all. We never even kissed.
On one club cycle ride it turned really wet and we all donned capes etc.. We rode up Box Hill and then went on to Leith Hill between Dorking and Guildford in Surrey. At the top of Leith Hill is a tower from which, on a good day you could see for miles. We all parked our bikes and went up the tower to see how we could see except for Simon and Alison who stayed below to guard our machines. Protected from the rain, we stayed up the tower for about a quarter of an hour.
When we came down Simon and Alison were standing close facing each other and their capes were moving back and forth together.
“What are they doing?”
“Having a wank”
“What’s a wank?”
“Don’t you know?”
“No”
“Haven’t you ever had an erection?”
“What’s an erection?”
Alison beckoned me over. “Let me show you”.
She lifted the front of Simon’s cape to reveal his cock in his hand. I had seen it many times before in the showers after gym; about two and a half inches long and flabby, like mine. But now it was different; between eight and nine inches long, stiff and thick. He was rubbing his hand up and down it.
“Stand here” Alison instructed.
Simon’s face started to redden and his cock twitched in his hand. Suddenly a jet of creamy white stuff shot from his cock and hit my cape. A second shot hit me in the face followed by several more shots across the front of my cape.
“That” said Alison “is wanking and the white stuff is spunk”. She pulled me to her and wrapped her arms round me and squirmed, rubbing Simon’s spunk across both of our capes. “Let me see if I can help you do the same”
I felt her hand undoing my flies and pulling my cock out. She ran her finger nails lightly along its underside and round my balls. It tickled a bit but felt nice. My cock started to react to the treatment that it was getting from Alison and it started to grow stiff. She kept at it gently as my cock grew and grew. She coiled her fingers round it and started to stroke it steadily. I thought that I was going to pee but I didn’t.
On and on she stroked me, the speed gradually building up. With her free hand she lifted the front of my cape so that everybody could see and suddenly it happened. I shot my very first load of spunk all over Alison’s pvc cycling cape. The feeling was incredible. I had never experienced anything like it before and it was the start of a lifetime of wanking.
At first I just wanked in the bathroom at home but every time that I put my pvc cape on I remembered that first time and my cock used to twitch at the thought of it. Out on my bike in the rain my cock used to become erect under the pvc and often I undid my flies and wanked myself with one hand while I rode, letting the spunk shoot on the inside of my cape and over my leggings. As time went on I looked for excuses to ride out in the rain.
My pvc gear had become a sexual stimulant and I used to sneak it up to my room at night to wank in it. On cold nights I wore it in bed to keep warm as there was no such thing as central heating in ordinary houses then.
Still I used to ride Caroline home when it was dark and then one wet night she told me to stop by a clump of trees. “Fancy a wank” she asked as she grabbed for my flies. She had my cock in her hand in a flash and it started to stiffen.
“I want to do what Alison did to you” she whispered in my ear as she held me close. “Tell me when it is about to cum”
She stroked me steadily and I felt the spunk filling my balls. “It’s cumming soon” I said. She lifted the front of my cape so that she could see the result of her wanking and she continued to stroke rapidly
“Look Out” My spunk hit her full on the cape, high up near the collar. The next two shots went straight in her face and ten more jets followed all over her cape.
She pulled me to her and wrapped her arms round so that we were cocooned in pvc with my cock sandwiched between the two garments. As my cock subsided I felt an incredible urge to pee. I tried to back off.
“I need a pee” I told her.
“Well do it. It can’t do any harm to our pvc capes and it will soon wash off in this rain” she said as she continued to hold me fast to her. I couldn’t stop myself and pissed pints between our capes.
“Lick your spunk off my face” Caroline said. I did as I was told and as my tongue ran across her face she opened her mouth and said “Let me taste it”. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and pushed her own into mine.
“I’ve wanted to do that for ages. You can spunk on my cape anytime. Next time I’m going to give you a blow job”
I didn’t tell her that Alison had already done that to me and that I was actually supple enough to do it for myself.
Three weeks later on a night when it was pouring down we stopped under the same clump of trees. “Get your cock out”. Caroline ducked down under my cape and I felt her breath on my limp cock. She licked it and it twitched.
“Come on. Get it up you randy bugger” She said. I did.
As it grew she took it between her lips and gently sucked. Longer and longer it grew. It felt as though it was the longest yet and then she sucked it in a bit. Her head started to bob up and down and my cock slid in to her throat and out.
Faster and faster she went and the noise of her pvc hooded cape against the inside of my cape was incredible. I was near to cumming and tried to pull out but she held me tight. I pushed right in and felt my spunk jetting into her mouth.
She released me and ducked out from under and rose to face me. My spunk was running down her chin and dripping off onto our capes as she kissed me.
“Alison said that you liked a good blow job” she said. There were no secrets in that school.
In the fifth form sexual activity was the norm. This was the start of the sixties and anything went and did until one of the girls got pregnant and had to leave school. Things changed a bit after that but the sex didn’t stop. We just took precautions.
The cycling club was still going strong and often about thirty boys and girls rode out, mostly they were regulars but sometimes a friend was invited along. Wet day rides in the countryside usually ended up with some sort of sex activity in the woods somewhere and many were the days when several of us came home with mud on the back of our capes.
Alison brought along a black girl one time. She was gorgeous and she seemed to take a shine to me. She was about six foot tall with really long legs and large tits. Her name was Josie.
Josie was a sex maniac and I eventually married her but that’s another story completely.
Looking back, it started when I was just eleven years old. That was in 1955.
I had just passed my eleven plus and got a place at a South London Mixed Grammar School. It wasn’t my Dad’s first choice of school for me but, nevertheless he bought me a brand new bicycle for passing the exam and also a set of heavy pvc yellow cycling cape, leggings and sou’wester hat to wear on wet days riding to and from school. It was probably a good deal for Dad as he would have got his money back by the end of the second term in saved bus fares on the six miles each way between home and school. Soon after the end of year one Dad left and I was brought up from then by Mum.
I loved my wet weather gear, the cape had a gusset neck which closed with a press stud, the leggings kept my trousers dry and the sou’wester deflected all the water down the back of the cape and not down my neck. All in all I felt very protected from the elements and I rode to and from school in all weathers and in holidays I went all over the place. My pvc gear was just weather protection, nothing else.
School seemed to be going well. Although it was a mixed school there were certain activities which were single sex. Sport and gym amongst them but there was plenty of chances outside of formal classes for friendships to form between the sexes too, drama and music for example. There were also a number of extra curricula activities of which the school cycling club was popular and open to all ages and both boys and girls.
I joined the cycling club in the second year and rode out with them whenever I could. Mostly our rides took us out into the Surrey and Sussex countryside and although we liked to ride in good weather we didn’t call off if the weather was wet or even worse. At first it was hard for a second former to keep up with the older riders but my fitness improved rapidly and soon it was no problem.
By year four there was quite a lot of interaction between boys and girls, some of it of the ‘behind the bike sheds’ nature but mostly loose pairings and a bit of posing and flirting. One girl that I had a soft spot for was Caroline and I often rode home with her specially in winter to see that she got home safely, but that was all. We never even kissed.
On one club cycle ride it turned really wet and we all donned capes etc.. We rode up Box Hill and then went on to Leith Hill between Dorking and Guildford in Surrey. At the top of Leith Hill is a tower from which, on a good day you could see for miles. We all parked our bikes and went up the tower to see how we could see except for Simon and Alison who stayed below to guard our machines. Protected from the rain, we stayed up the tower for about a quarter of an hour.
When we came down Simon and Alison were standing close facing each other and their capes were moving back and forth together.
“What are they doing?”
“Having a wank”
“What’s a wank?”
“Don’t you know?”
“No”
“Haven’t you ever had an erection?”
“What’s an erection?”
Alison beckoned me over. “Let me show you”.
She lifted the front of Simon’s cape to reveal his cock in his hand. I had seen it many times before in the showers after gym; about two and a half inches long and flabby, like mine. But now it was different; between eight and nine inches long, stiff and thick. He was rubbing his hand up and down it.
“Stand here” Alison instructed.
Simon’s face started to redden and his cock twitched in his hand. Suddenly a jet of creamy white stuff shot from his cock and hit my cape. A second shot hit me in the face followed by several more shots across the front of my cape.
“That” said Alison “is wanking and the white stuff is spunk”. She pulled me to her and wrapped her arms round me and squirmed, rubbing Simon’s spunk across both of our capes. “Let me see if I can help you do the same”
I felt her hand undoing my flies and pulling my cock out. She ran her finger nails lightly along its underside and round my balls. It tickled a bit but felt nice. My cock started to react to the treatment that it was getting from Alison and it started to grow stiff. She kept at it gently as my cock grew and grew. She coiled her fingers round it and started to stroke it steadily. I thought that I was going to pee but I didn’t.
On and on she stroked me, the speed gradually building up. With her free hand she lifted the front of my cape so that everybody could see and suddenly it happened. I shot my very first load of spunk all over Alison’s pvc cycling cape. The feeling was incredible. I had never experienced anything like it before and it was the start of a lifetime of wanking.
At first I just wanked in the bathroom at home but every time that I put my pvc cape on I remembered that first time and my cock used to twitch at the thought of it. Out on my bike in the rain my cock used to become erect under the pvc and often I undid my flies and wanked myself with one hand while I rode, letting the spunk shoot on the inside of my cape and over my leggings. As time went on I looked for excuses to ride out in the rain.
My pvc gear had become a sexual stimulant and I used to sneak it up to my room at night to wank in it. On cold nights I wore it in bed to keep warm as there was no such thing as central heating in ordinary houses then.
Still I used to ride Caroline home when it was dark and then one wet night she told me to stop by a clump of trees. “Fancy a wank” she asked as she grabbed for my flies. She had my cock in her hand in a flash and it started to stiffen.
“I want to do what Alison did to you” she whispered in my ear as she held me close. “Tell me when it is about to cum”
She stroked me steadily and I felt the spunk filling my balls. “It’s cumming soon” I said. She lifted the front of my cape so that she could see the result of her wanking and she continued to stroke rapidly
“Look Out” My spunk hit her full on the cape, high up near the collar. The next two shots went straight in her face and ten more jets followed all over her cape.
She pulled me to her and wrapped her arms round so that we were cocooned in pvc with my cock sandwiched between the two garments. As my cock subsided I felt an incredible urge to pee. I tried to back off.
“I need a pee” I told her.
“Well do it. It can’t do any harm to our pvc capes and it will soon wash off in this rain” she said as she continued to hold me fast to her. I couldn’t stop myself and pissed pints between our capes.
“Lick your spunk off my face” Caroline said. I did as I was told and as my tongue ran across her face she opened her mouth and said “Let me taste it”. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and pushed her own into mine.
“I’ve wanted to do that for ages. You can spunk on my cape anytime. Next time I’m going to give you a blow job”
I didn’t tell her that Alison had already done that to me and that I was actually supple enough to do it for myself.
Three weeks later on a night when it was pouring down we stopped under the same clump of trees. “Get your cock out”. Caroline ducked down under my cape and I felt her breath on my limp cock. She licked it and it twitched.
“Come on. Get it up you randy bugger” She said. I did.
As it grew she took it between her lips and gently sucked. Longer and longer it grew. It felt as though it was the longest yet and then she sucked it in a bit. Her head started to bob up and down and my cock slid in to her throat and out.
Faster and faster she went and the noise of her pvc hooded cape against the inside of my cape was incredible. I was near to cumming and tried to pull out but she held me tight. I pushed right in and felt my spunk jetting into her mouth.
She released me and ducked out from under and rose to face me. My spunk was running down her chin and dripping off onto our capes as she kissed me.
“Alison said that you liked a good blow job” she said. There were no secrets in that school.
In the fifth form sexual activity was the norm. This was the start of the sixties and anything went and did until one of the girls got pregnant and had to leave school. Things changed a bit after that but the sex didn’t stop. We just took precautions.
The cycling club was still going strong and often about thirty boys and girls rode out, mostly they were regulars but sometimes a friend was invited along. Wet day rides in the countryside usually ended up with some sort of sex activity in the woods somewhere and many were the days when several of us came home with mud on the back of our capes.
Alison brought along a black girl one time. She was gorgeous and she seemed to take a shine to me. She was about six foot tall with really long legs and large tits. Her name was Josie.
Josie was a sex maniac and I eventually married her but that’s another story completely.