what makes your fetish begin?

[fireboots]

It is a funny thing about kinks and fetishes, your whole sexual being can get caught up in them at the expense or other forms of enjoyment. Oh well, I just accept it and find ways to adapt around it.

 

[bindiboi]

Yeah, I'm used to it now. At first it bothered me because I wanted to think about other things, but simply couldn't get off otherwise. I embrace it now though

 

[Choke_Me!]

I was 6 and on the playground and this cute little blonde kid was playing with dolls and I called him a pussy and he grabbed me with both his hands around my neck and wasn't letting go anytime soon... he put me on my back and kept squeezing saying how he should kill me... obviously he didn't but once he let go I was just like damn, that was the hottest thing ever and for the next 11 years, his nickname was pussy

 

[Waikiki]

Reply to Unickmaker about his vacuum hose experiences

"when I was eleven I started playing with our vacuum hose. We had an in the wall system with pipes running to a collection unit in the basement. Had this really long hose we could take from room to room and plug one end into the wall outlet and on the other we could use the sweeper and other brushes. I played with the hose."

You're reply reminded me of the early summers I'd spend at the pool holding on to the side in front of one of the water jets...it would stimulate me as I checked out the hot guys in front of me in their "deck" chairs and their sexy necks, and hot feet as they kicked. Checking out the bottoms of their sweaty feet from the heat of the sun and their hot necks flexed and sexy adams apples as they looked out over the pool. I'd shoot trying to conceal my cumface. I stopped when a few of my buddies admitted they do it too, when I was that young I was embarrassed that everyone could tell that I was "masturbating" checking out other guys. But even after I stopped it always made me hot thinking off all the spunk in the pool and the spooge that got into my mouth every time I swallowed some water. It's funny how I forgot about those jr high summers until I ready Uninickmaker's reply

 

[djbear]

Hanged guy, my first experience with hanging sounds a lot like yours. I was in high school and home alone during exam time. I took a bathrobe belt and tied it around my neck and a very sturdy hook while standing on some National Geographics. I had a mirror on the opposite wall. I was so hard and my cock got all red - I could see it in the mirror and the sexual excitement was intense - then I passed out. My weight broke the belt and I came to a heap on the floor.

I tied that belt together and did it once more some months later but have avoided playing alone in the 50+ years since but I still get excited by thinking about how hard and red my cock got.

Your experience with a belt etc. just made me share my similar experience.

 

[djbear]

"when I was eleven I started playing with our vacuum hose. We had an in the wall system with pipes running to a collection unit in the basement. Had this really long hose we could take from room to room and plug one end into the wall outlet and on the other we could use the sweeper and other brushes. I played with the hose."

You're reply reminded me of the early summers I'd spend at the pool holding on to the side in front of one of the water jets...it would stimulate me as I checked out the hot guys in front of me in their "deck" chairs and their sexy necks, and hot feet as they kicked. Checking out the bottoms of their sweaty feet from the heat of the sun and their hot necks flexed and sexy adams apples as they looked out over the pool. I'd shoot trying to conceal my cumface. I stopped when a few of my buddies admitted they do it too, when I was that young I was embarrassed that everyone could tell that I was "masturbating" checking out other guys. But even after I stopped it always made me hot thinking off all the spunk in the pool and the spooge that got into my mouth every time I swallowed some water. It's funny how I forgot about those jr high summers until I ready Uninickmaker's reply

When I visited Denver to see my son and his wife, I took a hotel room and it had one of those wonderful tubs right in the bedroom with the water jets. I loved it to relax in and then one night I decided to put my cock near the jet and sure enough that made me cum alot. In the 10 years since, I have taken a room with the jets several different cities where I was. I love that experience.

 

[JackDrago]

I've been mixing sex and death in my head for as long as I can remember having sexual thoughts. The first thing I can remember jerking off to was the buried alive scene in "The Serpent and the Rainbow"

 

[The_Shame]

I feel so so... Normal/

For me I'm so ashamed but I get turned on by near death choking, cpr, etc both boys and girls. Its been like that ever since I can remember Only it took me ages to realize what I was feeling was actualy a fetish

 

[bindiboi]

Never feel ashamed, embrace it

 

[PiercedChest]

I've been turned on by beautiful hairy mature men as long as I can remember, but it's not so much death that fascinates me as what happens when you die. Especially dying by violent means (as a warrior killed in battle for instance, but being a murder victim ranks as high to me) has never failed to get me off.

I've no idea where this comes from. My very first orgasm (which I remember vividly, I was in my early teens) was when I fantasized about James Bond killing an enemy spy (and I didn't even touch myself!).

Actually (sorry guys, I guess I'm not a true necro), I don't think I'd ever mount a guy who's already dead, but having sex with someone still alive when we start, and then either be killed myself or experience that someone kills him (murderer: me or some outsider): this fantasy is my hottest for over 25 years now.

I'm very grateful to CDG, because it allows me to satisfy this part of my personality that I obviously can't show IRL.