Before going to camp (just outside a village on the Yorkshire moors) I was given this ex-army brown rubber groundsheet/cape by an old uncle who used to be in the army but didn't want it any more. He could have had no idea what the effect on me would have been. I'd already got the heady rubber smell when packing it, but on that first night in the tent when I laid it out on the grassy ground and lay on it to sleep, it took me onto an entirely new plane.
I don't think there's any need to describe what was happening to my body inside the sleeping bag, but the masculine army smell from the cape made it almost impossible to sleep. I was sharing a tent with a Scout one year ahead of me at school, who embarrassingly for me, didn't worry at all about stripping off his shirt and shorts in front of me (no underpants, of course). I have a memory of him kneeling shamelessly stark naked (the tent being too small to stand up in), with a tuft of dark hair on his groin, making small talk with me, quite friendly but not overly so, and slowly checking the money from his shorts back pocket (teasingly slow - was he tantalising me?) while I was trying my best to avert my eyes, before he dived into his own sleeping bag resting on his green groundsheet. I only took off my own shorts and put on pyjamas under the cover of being inside the bag, which was very awkward. (Didn't I at least once during one night hear a rhythmic, rubbing-motion sound? Maybe - but if there was I wasn't the one causing it. I was too shit-scared to let anyone else think that I played with myself, although I'd already started doing that in the privacy of my own bedroom.)
Anyway, getting back to the cape, after I was booted out of the Scouts I kept the cape - my uncle didn't ask for it back. It wasn't long before I was 'using' it in a way that it wasn't intended for, in my bedroom seclusion back home. I just couldn't help myself, even though I knew it was a 'mortal sin'. It got me so fuckin' randy. I can't say how many times I employed it for this purpose during the rest of my adolescence but when I eventually moved to a place of my own I really let my hair down! I not only did the same things with it - lying on that cool, smooth rubber against my naked body - but I took to wearing it out in the rain for its other purpose as a cape - but only in the dark. I wasn't brave enough to display myself wearing this fetish in broad daylight - yet.
Sometimes on these nocturnal perambulations in the rain I'd unbutton my fly so that my cock had the freedom it was demanding. But, of course, you might guess what often happened. I'd not go far before I lost control and the path behind me would be spotted with white 'goo' mixed with the rainy surface.
But this particular 'garment' has given me immense 'satisfaction' on countless occasions, and I trust will continue to do so.
Once, a late contact of mine,who was a real sadist, made me put on the cape over my naked body, as above, but still wearing boots, and made me, in the dusk, run round the circumference of a golf-course near his house, he watching to see that I followed his instruction to the letter. I couldn't refuse because he'd hidden away my wallet and my house keys as well as my return train ticket. So I just had to do what he said, much to his own amusement and entertainment, the nasty bugger! It's a wonder I didn't twist an ankle or worse, running about there in the near-dark in boots on uneven ground.
I have to say that the original cape given me by my uncle eventually disintegrated with all the 'battering' it took. The rubber side started to come off in flakes. So as recently as just 2 months ago I binned it. The one shown in this pic is a newer hardly-used one - bought at a high price. They're practically museum-pieces now- but from precisely the same World War II period. (The British army capes in the 1960s were changed to a green colour and, though rubberised within, didn't have that sexy, cool, rubber external surface.)
I've also got yet another rubber army cape which, very curiously, has it's waterproof rubber surface on the inside. The outer side is a lightish sandy-khaki colour which looks almost fluorescent - very conspicuous. I've never yet dared to wear this one out yet. I'm sure I will sometime, but I'd have to get myself pissed first - and anyway, how many steps could I take before the feel of that rubber surface against my protruding cock will have the inevitable effect?
Just discovered your blog. OMG, super hot. I had similar experiences in US scouts, rubber ground sheet, hot man smells, stroking off with my tent mate, licking the cum off the rubber mat....got my first pounding on that mat, my rock hard cock rubbing up against the rubber surface until I shot a load with my tent mates dick in my butt. Still sleep with a rubber sheet on my bed to this day. Incontinent now, but still gets me so turned on. Thanks for reviving some great memories.
ReplyDeleteWow, Anon. We seem to share very similar fetishes, which, it seems, we have to thank Lord Baden-Powell for. (If only he knew! But he must surely be turning in his grave. Or would he?)
ReplyDeleteBut for me all that was a very long time ago, before British scouts, at least, insanely dropped their shorts(!) in favour of long trousers.
I'll be writing much more about scouts in future blogs, even though I was only a Boy Scout for less than 4 months before being expelled. I prefer not to talk about that period at length, consecutively in blog after blog, as I know that a lot of guys don't relate to it, especially to the tastes which you and I have acquired. But it WILL be covered again, I promise.
Thanks for your comment - and hope I'll be hearing more from you when you find it appropriate. Cheers.