How Did Your Fetish Come About?

[Guest]

Not positive, but I think my mpreg fetish is mostly connected to what happened to me as a pre-teen and teenager.  I was raped for years by a man that would constantly tell me I was not worth anything because I could not have babies.  That I was just a hole and did not deserve him.  He was a straight, married man and clearly had an affinity towards impregnating.  His wife has tons of kids.  

[alwaysready]

I have always been turned on by underwear, esp. tight whites. one year at sleepaway camp, I would borrow a pair of a hot counselor's carter's ribbed briefs and jack off in them. as it was b4 I was spewing forth my seed, no record was left. the scary thrill part was fear being caught in the act...

as far as speedos, I had a couple of friends on the swim team so I went to a few events. by then racing suits are much like they are today. once worked as a watchman one summer at the high school. in the boys' room used by the swim team, there were a bunch of worn out racing briefs. I wanted to take one or two, but ended up not doing it.

as far as 501s, the first time I remember seeing a guy in them was on the train. he was in the service; he went to the men's room and changed into civvies. he spent some time fiddling with his stuff, with his ass toward me. I read off his waist and length and that turned me on. a few days later, I was walking along, when a teen in a pair of tight 501s passed in the other direction.

boots: when I was a kid, 'hood boots' and leather jackets were the bomb. hood boots are the kind of black boot with two straps, one over the foot, the other higher up.

[AirmaxUK]

This likely dates me quite a bit but when I was a kid there was a big thing for breakdancing. Someone would bring a boom box, someone would bring some linoleum and at break or lunchtime we'd practice our moves. This was before sneaker culture really took a foothold in the UK so nobody had nice kicks. Anyway one of my friends went to the USA for a holiday and came back with a pair of Nike Hi tops which just blew me away - and he had some really slick new moves. So I asked one break time if I could swap and wear his hi tops - so we did - and I remember putting them on still warm from him using them. At that stage it wasn't sexual - we were both quite young. But it kinda flipped the switch and I have always loved hi tops and sneakers and swapping. I was always asking to swap with others. Now,  I  absolutely love wearing the sneakers of a guy I like or fancy.  From there it expanded a bit to encompass boots and socks and I've discovered other fetishes I like too over the years - the list is long! But hi-tops and hot-swapping are definitely the first. 

[MuscledHorse]

I have so many fetishes from muscle to huge meat to gaping ruined holes, FF, sounds, anthro etc. Some came from natural curiosity. some came from first hand experience, some came from discovery through porn and seeing the ecstasy the males were in, in spite of the heavy use and size they were experiencing, that goes for taboo too.

[RandyCubby]

A chance encounter in an adult bookstore in college with a big dick construction worker carrying a motorcycle helmet... 😉 Seriously. Sounds like a porno or a fantasy but it happened. And Tony -- that's what he said his name was, anyway -- turned me on to verbal abuse and cum facials. 

Edited May 31, 2019 by RandyCubby

[mattg]

I started cottaging when I was 12 and the first guy who's cum I swallowed had a salt and pepper buzz cut.  I fell instantly in love and went back to look for him incessantly.  Now salt and pepper buzz cuts get me hard as a fucking rock

[Pozlover1]

On 5/24/2019 at 7:21 PM, alwaysready said:

I have always been turned on by underwear, esp. tight whites. one year at sleepaway camp, I would borrow a pair of a hot counselor's carter's ribbed briefs and jack off in them. as it was b4 I was spewing forth my seed, no record was left. the scary thrill part was fear being caught in the act...

as far as speedos, I had a couple of friends on the swim team so I went to a few events. by then racing suits are much like they are today. once worked as a watchman one summer at the high school. in the boys' room used by the swim team, there were a bunch of worn out racing briefs. I wanted to take one or two, but ended up not doing it.

as far as 501s, the first time I remember seeing a guy in them was on the train. he was in the service; he went to the men's room and changed into civvies. he spent some time fiddling with his stuff, with his ass toward me. I read off his waist and length and that turned me on. a few days later, I was walking along, when a teen in a pair of tight 501s passed in the other direction.

boots: when I was a kid, 'hood boots' and leather jackets were the bomb. hood boots are the kind of black boot with two straps, one over the foot, the other higher up.

I like the way Levis have the waist size where you can read it. 

[Pozlover1]

On 2/18/2016 at 7:15 AM, denVERScub said:

Used to play with a childhood friend about 3-4 times a month during regular sleep overs. What started as truth or dare slowly turned into me waiting for him to fall asleep and jerking/sucking and eventually even fucking/getting fucked by him. we both knew he was really awake, but somehow it gave us permission to do these naughty things without the guilt I found when I tried them with other boys/men.  This lasted for much of our youth together and I am pretty sure that by the end of our friendship we were more in it for the late night sex sessions than our mutual appeal to one another.

I even found that other young friends of mine were fine with "sleeping through it" when they discovered my hand or mouth on their cocks. This included  my hot karate-champ, triathlon running younger cousin and a taller, buff, horse hung roommate at camp. The first summer at camp with him, I jerked him off twice and sucked him once, second summer I was jerking or sucking him almost nightly and he and another guy there got me "drunk" off of some cheap wine and a couple sleeping pills and fingered me and took turns fucking me while the other would hold down my arms and chest and muffle my slurred moans for 10 minutes or so, each of them shooting on my hole or inside me.

His friend from that night happened to end up at my college years later and even though I was all top and totally in the closet, he would text me to meet him in the showers really late at night and I'd suck him off there and feed him my cum or he'd call me on nights his roommate was going home for the weekend and we'd drink cheap wine and I'd end up "pinned" by him (I am a good 4-5 inches taller and outweigh him by 30 lbs on his best day) while he would fuck my ass all night long, sometimes even all weekend. We always used condoms at first, but he'd only have one or two, and once they were used he would fight the urge until he was too horny and I would tell him no as long as I could, but I usually left with at least one or two loads inside me.

We were able to make this relationship function all because of a mystery photo he supposedly had from the night at camp, showing me drunk, smirking, licking his cock. After he moved into my dorm, just one floor down and a couple rooms down a different wing, we ran into each other in the lobby and I panicked a little when I realized where I knew him from. He showed no signs of outing me at first so we slowly became friends and I took his advice about stuff on campus since I was new. It took a late night AOL instant messenger session for him to claim possession of the nasty pic of me, and I was so freaked out that of course I agreed to meeting in the bathroom in the basement to talk about it. I begged to see it/destroy it, he told me he'd keep it to himself if I'd give him head. Furious, but scarred, I did give him head, and let him reciprocate. After a few more sessions and the first full night of fucking in his dorm room, I had a sneaking suspicion that this photo didn't exist, especially since he would have had to have had his digital camera on him in the room back at camp, since this took place before cell phones were common, or included cameras. Somehow it turned me on even more knowing he wanted me so bad he felt he had to force me to do it.  I was so tight at the time that I had a hard time enjoying the sex, so it became more about trading my body for his promise to keep my secret. 

 

These days the idea of being drugged or drugging someone and taking part in a sexual encounter with them makes me so hard I can hardly keep from cumming, and the scenarios that surround blackmail, forced sessions, public restroom/shower play and playing on the dl are all serious triggers for me to go wild. I recently began searching for the guy from college to see if I can make contact and pretend to be worried that he still has the photo and remind him that I will do ANYTHING to keep it from coming out. Now that I have learned to enjoy bottoming we might even get a real photo or two with him cumming up inside my drugged, slutty ass to ensure it continues to be an option

Yes back then the drug store would not develop photos like that. 

[gangbangsuperstar]

early in highschool my uncle started training me to be a pussyboy and showed me how to cruise certain public restrooms for cock.once a few guys had stripped me and fucked me naked in the stalls i realized the best way to attract mens attention was to get naked in public and cruise for loads so i wouls sit naked in the stall and wait for guys to use me under the stall or by coming right in and fucking me.so i started sneaking into porntheatres and getting naked so guys knew for sure that i was there to suck cocks and get fucked. i would also leave cum on my face or ass after a guy blew his load on me just to show im a cumslut.the first time i got taken to the bathhouse (with fake id)my boyfrient put my in a room on all fours blindfolded and had guy after guy come in to use me, then took me to the slingroom and put me in the sling blindfolded just to watch me take loads from strangers without even seeing their faces.that got me addicted to anonymous bareback 

[Guest ATLSexyGuy]

My cousin taught me how to suck his cock when we would shower together as kids. Hew was 9 and I  was 5.  I loved how his cock felt in my mouth and he wore colored cotton bikini briefs (like Jim Palmer wore), and every time we met up, I would suck him and he would wear those briefs.  From there, I noticed other guys--The Battle of the Network Stars, Olypians, grunts/squids running in their silkies.  Growing up in Hawaii lent itself to being shirtless, in swim trunks, all the time. Lots of tourists wearing skimpy briefs, I got my own briefs/speedos when in high school I befriended two great athletes who were also models, lifting, etc.  Just one thing of hot guys hard, horny, showing off, etc.

Started working out seriously in College and beyond, and was approached to 'model' for a photographer.  He had a bunch of leather gear,  and it turned me on to see him get hard during the photo shoot, and from there I became a circuit boy, and was always hard up and horny... All of this lends to my jock gear, BDSM (Leather and rubbergear) fetish, and, everything in public, on cam, on vid or in still pics turn me on.