Our first wank for boys and girls

[NoraSverige]

I would love to lay on a bed with rukka raincoats on it. And I would wear a rukka raincoat, and have a lot of rukka raincoats laying over me.

[Buttons]

How many macs did they have between them and why so many ?

It was a very long time ago so I really do not know why they had 3 or 4 each. I do remember that my favorite one was a black rubber lined silk coat with a hood which I loved to put on first, then he plastic ones over that. I later liked to put on my yellow bicycle PVC rain cape inside out to have the smooth PVC next to my skin. I would lay on my bed and wank several times.

[Saltmarsh_Drifter]

now my love of wellies has grown and the feeling never goes away whenever I slip into a pair...

It's called 'the wellies effect' and it never goes away!

[Don Wellington]

Soooooooooo true, so true.

[cagouled rambler]

I'd say around 12/13 ish ,what I can remember is pulling on a nylon patrick cagoule with the hood pulled tightly around my face ,also pulled the cag on back to front, self gag with the hood pulled over my head this is still a guilty pleasure of mine to this day

[nylon4fire]

As I can remember, I started to have my first erections at about 4ys old and liked to knead and press (humping) my prick with pleasure lying down on my smooth plastic ball and I got very excited to a certain point very soon. From that moment I squeezed the tip of my swollen, already hard cock more and more firmly into the ball, scrubbing intensely back and forth and stopped breathing until the blood pressed pulse by pulse into my head and I exploded to orgasm - a stunning, fantastic, great sensation to feel my throbbing rod pulse by pulse until my body was relaxing and my hot dick was left masterbated.
I've been practicing that a lot for years - almost daily whilst playing in my bedroom - ... until, yes, until an event like an avalanche broke out in my life and made everything even more exciting.
It was the time when I got somehow fascinated by how I played with something made out of plastic that will end up in the fire of the stove in my room at the end of the day - my mother usually did it with well-burning plastic objects (nylon bras, panties, Nylon stockings etc.) to save and replace fuel in the cold season.
At the same time my mother told to me how quickly and well the nylon stuff burns and that I should never play with fire and matchstick on the nylon ... Had she noticed that a tuber had grown in my pants when she was throwing nylon things into the oven and I grabbed my pants in the right place and pushed them down?
Every time the plastics started to melt and start burning with little puffing flames - I always kept the oven flap slightly open to observate and to smell the sweetness of whitish nylon fumes - I felt a very exciting tension and always had a hard-on in my pants that yearned for relief.
My mother's words drove me crazy every now and then to explore playing with nylon by the fire in the future.
At age 8 I finally got my first lined hooded green puffer jacket made of diamond quilted 100% rustling Nylon .... oh my god, pure nylon - plastic - synthetic or even sin-thetic .... it crossed my mind ..... and still an oven in my room to have a fire on hand ..... my blood ran cold .... so much rustling Nylon to play, wank and cum with and a nice fire for flaring this Nylon I did some 4 years later in puberty at the age of 12 !!!!!!

I was 8years old and already at the fitting in the locker room at C&A store I spontaneously got a hard-on, which I rubbed with relish in the pockets of the still too big nylon anorak until I got dizzy and the rock hard bone began to throb.
The urge for relaxation lingered all the next days and I longed to get rid of my tension.
In another night I couldn't longer withstand, I took the shiny nylon anorak into my bed, lay naked on my back, slowly pulled the unzipped totally spread open nylon anorak by the big hood from my feet to my head and felt the gentle seduction of the cool silky nylon on the bare skin of my thighs and balls.
The nylon hood I had finally pulled up over my head - the light of the bedside lamp on the bed glowed excitingly through the green shimmering nylon - and with each breath, the silky nylon lining moved up and down and stroked my face.
My cock rose to the pillar, made a high bulge in the nylon anorak like a circus tent and throbbed madly with excitement.
I rubbed my cock getting faster and faster with the smooth rustling nylon and the breath control by the airtight nylon hood excited me all the more and the faster the soft silky nylon snuggled against my face.
It made me almost crazy to feel so much rustling, swishy nylon, which I had longed for inwardly and now had come true, especially as the thought of my mother's words "stay away from the fire, nylon burns very easily" me even more aroused for a coal stove stood in my room in which over the winter always a fire was burning.
The flare-up temptation to melt a hole in the sleeve of the new Nylon anorak in the next winter with glowing ashes or to lit the nylon again and again close to the moment of sexual climax using matches and magnifying glass in summer in the sunshine - when wearing the Nylon jacket on naked skin and wanking - or at the end finally to burn it completely (that's what I did at age 12) brought my excitement to a boil.
I folded the beloved nylon anorak lengthwise, clamped it tightly over my swollen balls between my trembling thighs and turned to the prone position.
Inevitably, my head now pushed even deeper into the silky nylon lining of the hood while I began to hump on the rustling nylon anorak with circular hip movement back and forth and my stiff cock rubbed into the layers of sliding nylon.
The slight vibration and rustle of the nylon rubbing against transferred to the almost swollen to size tip of my cock, which became even harder.
Even more horny, however, was the experience that even the swollen to bursting nuts by the circular slither on the nylon could be fondled beautifully under the pressure of my weight and began to tickle.
So it was not easy for me to decide if I would rather have an orgasm on glans, cock or balls.
It felt so smooth and easy to wank in the nylon and increased my lust into the immeasurable until a violent twitching and jerking pumping passed through my hard cock. I had my first Nylon orgasm ever that night .... and I'm still into love to wank and cum in nylon.
Since then I knew, with nylon, I'll never need a lubricant, because 2 thin superimposed nylon layers are enough to rub the cock when wanking to full pleasure or having sex.

Since then on, daily - often multiple - wanking with nylon stepped into my life and I'm still trapped in it today.

hope you had some fun reading my "experience" with nylon as a young child

[MissRachel]

this is driving me crazy, I found out my neighbor had one of those clear, polka dot rain coats hanging in the closet one day. Imagine the excitement I was under when asked me to feed the fish over the weekend the were on holiday! I got in that house, feed the fish and went straight to the closet to get the long, clear mack. I was 10 years old when it happened.

[JohnWellies]

I was 13 and it was when I was supposed to be clearing out a shed for my family. I moved some stuff and found an old pair of my dad's wellingtons. They were century, I think. Tall with green toe caps. I don't know why I did it but I put them on and was hard as soon as I did. I had never thought about playing with myself before that moment but I very quickly took myself in hand and had my first ever wank.
I came massively all over dad's wellingtons accidentally

[Saltmarsh_Drifter]

JohnWellies, it's called 'the wellies effect'.

[rubberdee]

JohnWellies, it's called 'the wellies effect'.

It most certainly is !