The Day:
When I was fifteen, I had my first sexual experience with latex/rubber. It was a hot summer afternoon in a time before air conditioning was common. In Kentucky, it could get hot and hazy. The temperatures were in the mid-90's F (35 C). The humidity was in the 80-90 percent range too. My Mom was out shopping. Earlier that week I had bought a pair of chest waders. They were black rubber and heavy. Because of my height, even at fifteen, the waders just reached to slightly above my waist.
Two days earlier:
When I first got them home, I opened the plastic bag and the heavy rubber aroma spilled out over my nose. These were waders that smelled like new tires. The black rubber flowed out of the bag like some living creature; I caressed the smooth latex. I put my face right up to the rubber folds and inhaled the rich aroma. To go to the back corner of the store, Gem Supply, where the rubber fishing boots resided had this smell that was always incredibly amazing for me but to have it actually in my face sent tight thrills through my very core. Mom was out; I pulled the boots on and enjoyed the heavy protection. I ran my hands over the rubber surface and my fingers tingled. I felt something deep inside me and knew anticipation mixed with fear. Not knowing when Mom would come home, I hastily took the waders off and carefully put them away in my closet. I knew the day would come for full exploration of those awakened feelings.
The Day:
I knew Mom would be gone hours. I first went to the utility room coat rack and got the old military pullover rain parka. This parka was green rubberized outer with dark gray rubberized lining. It had a drawstring at the neck which closed its top snuggly below the attached hood. Like a pair of boots, the open neck area was covered with rubber flap which completed any seal at the top. There was a drawstring at the waist of the garment too. I grabbed the yellow Playtex kitchen gloves from under the sink and headed for my room. My heart was pounding in my chest. That weird "butterfly" feeling was in my belly.
In my room, I pulled the waders from the closet. I put them on the bed. I pulled off my clothes, except my brief. I pulled the waders up my legs. Slowly my naked legs disappeared inside the black rubber. My heart pounded, my cock began to grow. I had never felt anything quite like this before. I pulled the parka over my head. Sweat was quickly springing from my skin. The inside of the parka was slippery and sliding over my body; not so the waders with their cotton lining. That would become my quest for many years to come - to achieve that same sliding rubber over ALL my body, to be sealed completely in rubber - not just the torso. I tightened the wrist straps of the parka, pulled the hood strings to seal it around the edge of my face and pulled on the gloves. I was head to toe in rubber save the face opening of the parka hood.
I laid down on my bed and just went still. I smelled the rubber, I felt sweat beading and rolling down my skin inside the parka. My cock throbbed. I felt a deep thrusting welling up inside my being. I lay there still as can be. My senses were assailed with the rubber odor, the rubber squeaking as I breathed and moved so slightly, the rubber massaging my skin. My world was rubber...then without any warning save my first ever building of extreme carnal desire, I exploded into my briefs. I grunted and moaned as I was taken to the first explosive release/awakening of my sexual lust, a lust turning to love of rubber.
I was shocked, even ashamed! We were taught in the USA to think such emotions and bodily responses were dirty, to be kept secret, to never talk about it. I ripped the rubber off as quickly as possible. I looked at the limp garments on the floor. How could I do this? What did I do? I looked inside the brief to see my seed spilled in all its glory over my pubic hairs and on the cloth. Wow, again I asked myself, "What did I do?"
I didn't even know to clean myself and just put on my clothes over the slick sweaty body. I put the rubber away. A few hours later the smell of "dead fish" in my crotch area told me the results of my experience made their own distinct presence known.
Three days later, I urgently had to experience those few moments of ecstasy again. This time I couldn't wait for the spontaneous explosion - I rubbed with the gloves under the waders and ....
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