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It was S.O.P. to receive two Sears Roebuck catalogs at my parents house in the mail every year. I had an apartment I lived in during the work week but I usually spent Saturday and Sunday at my parents home. For the most part I was only interested in the summer issue and in particular the boys and men's clothing section. I was always interested in seeing what they offered in the way of short pants and if any were modeled by men or older boys with good looking legs. If I found any stimulating pictures I would salvage them when the catalogue became obsolete and use them to enhance my sexual pleasure. In those days the only shorts presented were Bermudas for men and camp shorts for teen boys. The 6X and under group had a few more selections in play shorts. Oh yes, they also had in the sporting goods section gym shorts which were never modeled.

I was ogling the 1960 summer edition and had far too quickly reached the sporting goods section when I suddenly noticed they had rubber sweat suits for sale. I don't know if I had just missed them before or whether this was the first year they were offered. In any case there was this guy wearing one while he was sitting on an exercise bike. The description said they were two piece, top and pants, with a nice full cut for freedom of movement. The long sleeve shirt wrists as well as the cuffs of the long pants were banded to form a tight seal around the wrists and ankles to keep the sweat and moisture contained. I immediately realized the possibilities that the suit could contain other fluids as well.

I jotted down the pertinent ordering information and salvaged an unused order blank from the previous Winter edition. The following Monday afternoon I stooped in the post office and got a mail order off to Sears for six of the rubber outfits. They were none too cheap at $4.95 each. After all I could get a pair of Levi's blue jeans for that price which would surely be far more durable than the rubber pants I had ordered.

It took nearly two weeks before the post office notified me my package had arrived. I had them sent to my apartment address, not home, for obvious reasons. It was about a three block hop to the post office and by the time I got back to my apartment, package in hand, I was pretty well psyched with anticipation.

I ripped open the cardboard enclosure that had been formed around the six rubber suits. Each was contained in it's own cellophane sleeve and I quickly pulled the first one open. Surprisingly there wasn't a strong rubber odor, and I was a bit disappointed. The suits were fabricated from relatively thin latex, about what you would have in a 24 inch balloon. I gingerly tested the elasticity near the cuff of one of the pant legs, because I suspected that rubber compound used had a relatively high concentration of Neoprene mixed in to retard atmospheric deterioration. The elongation was easily 6X, however, so there had to be more natural rubber present than I thought.

I quickly stripped off my work clothes and slipped into the sweat suit. I had bought the largest size and it was nice and loose in the arms and legs. Just the way I was hoping it would be. Actually the pants waist was a bit large and I could see that if the legs were to fill up with much sweat I would be in danger of having the weight pull down my rubber pants.

I moved about, stretching and squatting, feeling the soft super flexible rubber sheeting sliding over my bare skin. I quickly began to sweat up because my body was encased in the air tight suit and the rubber began to stick more to my skin, but I still had full freedom of motion because the thin rubber, when it had to, stretched readily, easily containing my wildest gyrations.

My suit try out was in the living room and in no time at all my dingus was no longer dangling but firm and round and pressing out on the rubber sheeting of the pants. After about five minutes it was time for release or I would be in danger of having an explosion in my ball room.

I ran to the bedroom and hit the bed with a flying leap and started scrubbing my tool around while I lie face down as my usual habit. Normally I would have put on a Trojan raincoat and slipped into a pair of soft thin cotton gym shorts, but now none of this was necessary. I shot my load into the rubber pants I was wearing directly. Oh it felt so good.

The cleanup wasn't all that simple, however. When I stood up to walk to the bathroom my juice ran from the inside of the front of the pants down the one leg. To affect a complete clean up I had to take off the pants section and turn them inside out, then wipe off the gooey residue with a washcloth. The other drawback I found was that even though I had reached climax within a few minutes, I and the inside of the suit was soaked with my sweat. The suit was definitely doing what it was intended to do.

I toweled off and re-dressed and headed for the stationary store to buy some rubber cement. My plan all along was to cut off the arms and legs of the suit so I would have short pants and a short sleeve shirt to wear on my extensive hiking trips up to the mountains. I really didn't plan to wear my rubber outfit while actually hiking, only after I had made camp, because the brush I often had to walk through would surely rip the thin rubber pants to shreds in no time. It was rough enough on my cotton shorts as it was.

Cutting off the arms and legs of the sweat suit was a breeze with the sharp scissors I had available. I allowed some additional length so I could turn up a hem at the cut ends to provide re-enforcement and prevent ripping. I started on the shirt arms first because these were the less critical and were far smaller which would allow me to get the feel for the gluing process easier. The rubber cement came with an applicator and I painted on a film of the sticky stuff to the inside of the arm ends. So far so good. Turning up the rubber sheeting to form a hem wasn't that simple. Because the rubber was so soft and stretchy, I found it hard to fold it back on itself with the slippery wet glue between and not form wrinkles. When I did get the whole sleeve opening wrinkle free the glue hadn't set as yet because the rubber prevented air from aiding in the drying, I suppose. In any case the folded over rubber would keep popping up after a few seconds until the glue became tacky enough to finally keep it in place. When I did the legs and other arm I allowed the cement to set for several minutes before attempting to fold over the hem. The rubber cement did the job, however, and once dry the bond was quite secure and not affected in the least by stretching the openings. The entire operation took about an hour and I had myself a nice comfortable rubber summer outfit.

I looked at the cut off sleeves and decided I would see if I could adapt them to use as gaiters or spats to cover my lower legs. Pulling them on over my shoes wasn't any problem because the rubber stretched so easily. I pulled them on with the cuffed wrist end at the top so that they would be tight on my legs just below my knees. The sleeves of the sweat suit were fairly full cut and the rubber wasn't completely tight around the bulge of my calf, and I have heavy legs to begin with. The wrist cuff was stretched about three times normal size and I could tell that it might affect the circulation in my lower legs if I left them on for extended periods of time. There was far too much excess rubber down at my ankles and when I took a gander at myself in the hall mirror my legs looked somewhat like that of an Eskimo's when they wear those big high fur boots. The unhemmed length of the cut off sleeves reached from just below my knee down to my ankle. As with the rest of the outfit I loved the feel of the soft rubber on my skin and these lower leg coverings added some additional contact. For this reason I decided against attempting to modify them to achieve a more stocking like fit, instead I would try to work with the cut off legs.

I removed the sleeves and pulled on the cut off pant legs. These were at least twice the size of the sleeves with the ankle openings about half again as large. They did not constrict my leg nearly as much as the cuffs on the sleeves had done. The leg sections were also longer extending to the floor plus about an additional three inches. There was plenty of excess rubber material to work with but the problem was the large diameter leg section was uniformly pleated to reduce it to the far smaller un-stretched diameter of the ankle cuffs. It wouldn't fit and hang right if I just cut the leg open from one end to the other and removed a single large chunk of the rubber then re-glued the cut ends together.

Finally I got a real inspiration and decided to cut off the ankle cuffs from the pant legs and glue them onto the cut ends of the sleeve sections. This would give me less tension around my legs and I would have a snug fit both at the top and bottom. This operation was somewhat less critical because I had to purposely form pleats to fit all the excess rubber from the cut end of the sleeves into the cuffs.

All the while I was working on my lower leg coverings I was wearing the rubber shorts and shirt and I realized how sweat covered I had become. Even though they were nice and loose fitting and air could get in the leg and arm openings (the neck opening was designed to be fairly tight to retain moisture) the air tightness drew the sweat out of me. I would have to make a point of playing in my new outfit when it was reasonably cool because even a brisk breeze would have little benefit in evaporating my perspiration.

Sweat or no I had to check out how my rubber suit interacted with my rubber balloons, so I blew up a few to a nice squeezing size. In my apartment I had to be careful to avoid loud balloon noises or pops. There was no question the rubber outfit allowed me to feel the balloons against my body as if I had nothing on. The contact between them and the suit rubber created a lot of friction and the balloons howled with delightful sounds when lightly rubbed on the pants legs and crotch area. In no time I was ready for another release trip on my bed.

This time around took a bit longer but the result was the same. I blasted my load directly into the rubber shorts. This time when I got up I was prepared, I thought, for the juice flow, but this time it quickly ran down the sweat soaked rubber and a glob of it dripped off the hem onto the bedroom floor before I could catch it. I was soaked and my rubber suit was soaked so I removed it, turned it inside out, and sponged off the sweat and goo with a wash cloth. I cleaned myself off with a bath. I had discovered a major disadvantage of rubber clothing.

The following weekend I was up home and as usual I went hiking in the mountains near our house. I had my usual supply of play balloons with me as well as my rubber outfit.

When I reached the isolated large grassy area I used for my 'popping grounds' I removed my scoutfit and donned my rubber shorts and shirt. I had on calf length hiking socks and I just pulled the rubber gaiters up over them after removing my boots. I replaced my boots capturing the lower cuffed end down at my ankles. I was all set to have some fun.

The first thing on my schedule was to have some fun with the remains of the sweat pants legs. I had tightly tied off the one end of each that I had removed the ankle cuff from so that the legs formed a super large airship style balloon. It was about seven inches in diameter by eighteen inches long un-inflated. I fished them out of my pack and gathered all of the excess latex from the free end in my mouth and started blowing one of them up. It required several puffs just to get my makeshift balloon to the point where the rubber began to stretch. Puff puff puff. The rubber was nice and soft and the former pants leg inflated easily. I had to take a breather after forty breaths or so. It was obvious I wouldn't be able to inflate the thing to any where near the limit because it would be impossible to retain control of the large amount of excess rubber at the blowing end. I stopped inflation when I was afraid I was going to have the air pressure pull it out of my grip. My balloon was nearly thirty six inches in diameter and probably close to four feet long. There was no way to tie it off. The rubber still didn't have any particular smell to it and I was about to loose it so I decided I had better finish it off before it got away from me and I would have to go through all the effort to re-inflate it. There was a nearby tree with a small branch snapped off that I used to tie balloons to when I would let them age in the sun. The end was dry and sharp and I gingerly banged the side of my 'leg' balloon into the end. My inflated leg went POOM, a substantial but not overly loud pop, because there wasn't that much pressure being released. The rubber just split down it's length as it was yanked from my hand, and I wound up with a nice large sheet of rubber which I put back in my pack to use on my bed when I didn't feel like donning a raincoat. I then proceeded to inflate and bust the other pant leg in the same manner.

Next it was on to some real balloons. I inflated several and started rubbing them on my body and over my rubber suit. Squeak squeak. What a delightful sound. I loved moving around in the rubber outfit; it was as if I was in the buff. Except for the sweat factor I wouldn't have known that I was wearing anything at all. Even my loose thin cotton gym shorts were more noticeable hanging on me than the rubber ones I was wearing. Umm umm good. I was really enjoying myself. I trapped one of the balloons under my knees and heard and felt it scrunch up between the calves of my legs as I compressed it into the soft grass. I felt the pop against the bare skin of my knees. I finished off another by sitting on it; feeling the rubber pressing against my ass cheeks and up between my legs. Felt so good. The balloon disappeared with a loud BANG and I was suddenly sitting on the grass. I twisted around a bit feeling, I thought, the individual blades through the thin latex of my shorts.

By this time the heat buildup and sweat was getting to me so I pulled off the shirt and allowed the gentle breeze to dry me off. When I was dry I put on the tee shirt I had been wearing. I wore the rubber shorts for the rest of the afternoon and had a ball playing with my balloons. When it became time to relieve my sexual buildup I didn't want to chance getting the rubber shorts ripped as I pleasured myself face down on the grass, so I slipped the gym shorts I was wearing as under pants over the rubber. The cotton could handle sliding around and in any case I had dozens more if they should rip. I always wore white ones and enjoyed seeing the green grass stains they would often get in the front. I had more balloon fun that afternoon and a second orgasm but I didn't wear the rubber shorts again that day and I let them dry out in a location out of direct sunlight before sticking them back in my pack.

I eventually converted the remaining five sweat suits into shorts and short sleeve shirts and wore them for my balloon fun sessions now and again for another eight years or so. Unfortunately I wasn't smart enough to buy dozens more of them at the time when I discovered how much fun they were when the legs and arms were cut off because two years later Sears no longer carried them; they had been replaced by vinyl sweat suits.

The shirts held up fairly well but the shorts and of course the leg 'socks' especially had a bad habit of easily getting caught on brush and what not and getting ripped. In some cases I was able to make repairs by gluing on a rubber patch from one of the cut off sections. Eventually. however, one by one they all became un-wearable and I would get my last sexual stimulation from them as I would watch them burn.

Watching any of my shorts burn has always been a major turn on for me. I would hang them from a tree with the waist stretched out horizontally and the legs hanging loosely down. I would then apply a match to the hem of each leg near the inseam at the same time and watch the flames chew through the thicker hem then race up the leg and devour the garment.

The rubber shorts would burn in even a more spectacular fashion as the flaming latex dripped in puddles under each leg. The thin rubber burned even faster, I think, than the cotton tee shirts and gym shorts I often torched just for the sexual stimulation. The only drawback in burning the rubber shorts was that I had to avoid the cloud of acrid black smoke that billowed up from the blazing garment to insure that the readily identifiable smell wouldn't cling to me and be detected when I got back home. Posted on 7/20/99

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