My first memory of being aroused by material was a yellow rubber rain slicker I had around the age of five.
I remember Loving the feeling of it and the smell.
Just touching it made my hair stand on end and my skin feel like it was tingling all over.
If I actually put it on and wore it, my body went haywire.

I never wanted to wear it outside the house because I was afraid for people to see me wearing it; because I was very self-conscious when I had it on and it made me feel funny.
I couldn't stop touching and caressing myself when I was wearing it.

It made me feel funny in ways I wouldn't be able to explain or understand until I was much older.

Around that time there was something else that I was witnessing in my life on TV that also made me feel funny in ways I couldn't explain. It was the cream pie in the face gag.

Whenever I witnessed a pie in the face on TV it really excited me.

It excited me as much as wearing a rubber raincoat.
The feeling was different though.
I felt shame and I was horrified that someone would allow that to happen to them.
At the same time I really wanted it to happen to me.
At that young age having those feelings that I couldn't explain made me feel ashamed.
In some kind of freak way, I was sexually aware way before I should have been.
But I certainly had no idea or concept of what sex was.
As I got older and actually reached puberty, I realized that whenever I was around Rubber or Vinyl Raincoats; or even seeing a woman wearing one on TV; I got an erection.
It was the same thing whenever I saw a woman get a cream pie in the face on TV.

As far as I know, there aren't any scenes of a woman getting Cream Pied wearing Leather, Vinyl, or Rubber from back then, but there should have been.

That would have driven me insane with lust and desire!

There was an episode of Love American Style that had a cream pie fight and a sexy woman wearing a long leather skirt gets two or three cream pies in her face, but I never saw it until I was an adult.

I remember around the age of thirteen, there was a show called, "Moonlighting".
In one episode, Cybill Shepherd's character gets a Cream Pie in the face.
She was wearing a really tight black low cut French Maid dress.
The Cream Pie completely covered her face and breasts.

That scene was a huge turn on for me.
I had it recorded and I wore out the rewind and pause on the VCR.
I masterbated a lot watching that scene while I was wearing a green Vinyl Raincoat.

Sometimes, when I got the chance, I would pause the video right after Cybill Shepherd got hit with the Cream Pie and I would Pie myself with a shaving cream pie.
The orgasms were intense.
Bruce Willis gets a Cream Pie right after Cybill Shepherd and I always tried to ignore it.
If it was a man getting pied it didn't arouse me, but I liked watching a woman pie a man.

I liked watching how a woman held a Cream Pie, how she delivered it to the man's face, and above all, I liked watching the expression on the woman's face.

Even after I accepted the fact of what turned me on sexually, it would be years before I confided in another human being about my sexual CREAM PIE desires.
My Leather, Vinyl, and Rubber Fetish
wasn't as hard to share with girls because it was Kinky, but not embarrassing.

In the 1970s the cream pie in the face gag was all over TV.
For me it made itself most prevalent in The Three Stooges shorts that aired in the afternoons after school. By the time I was 10 years old I was being left at home alone more often.
I would take the time to go around the house and get my sister's raincoats and my mother's raincoat, and two leather trench coats that my mother owned, and put them on.

Sometimes I would turn them inside out to feel the cold leather and PVC vinyl against my skin.
The arousal was more than anything I could explain.
I would put a Vinyl Raincoat around a pillow and hump it.
It was almost enough to make me orgasm, although one might argue that a ten-year-old can't have an orgasm.
I did have an orgasm one afternoon by doing one little thing that put me over the edge when I was Ten years old.
Up until that point, nothing ever came out of my penis.
The first time something did, it scared me.
I didn't know what masterbation was.

One afternoon my mother took my sisters to the mall to shop and I was left alone.
I made good use of the time.
I took my yellow rubber raincoat and put it on inside out.
I went to my sister's room and got her navy blue and green PVC vinyl raincoat and put it on over my yellow rubber raincoat.
I was super aroused as I walked through the house, listening to the rubber and the vinyl grind and squeak as I moved, breathing in deep the smell of the rubber and the PVC.
And I finally was going to do it.
I was going to pie myself in my face.

I went to the kitchen and got a paper plate and then headed back to the bathroom.
My hands were shaking like a leaf and there was a huge dry lump in my throat as I reached for my father's shaving cream can.
I was shaking so badly I could barely take the cap off and spray the shaving cream onto the paper plate.
I just kept spraying the thick creamy foam onto the paper plate heaping it higher and higher.
Finally I stopped and put the can down.
I just stood there shaking like a leaf looking at the giant shaving cream pie in front of me,
Looking in the mirror at my reflection dressed in Rubber and Vinyl.



I finally could not resist or hold back anymore.

I smacked the giant shaving cream pie into my face and smeared it all over my face, and then down the front of my sisters green PVC vinyl raincoat.

A violent shudder ran through my whole body; it was more like a convulsion.
I gripped the bathroom counter with both hands shaking violently.
I remember crying and sobbing.
I don't remember how long I stayed like that but when my body calmed down I opened my eyes and realized I couldn't see anything.

I took a finger and cleared shaving cream pie out of one eye, and looked at myself in the mirror.
I was turned on by what I saw.
My face, covered in thick white cream.
My short hair frosted with the cream, and the white cream splattered and smeared all over the shiny green PVC vinyl.
I had another smaller orgasm, and then the humiliation and the shame set in.
But oh how sweet it was.
Self Pieing became a constant thing whenever I could get away with it.

I could never really enjoy those self Pieing episodes for too long, because I always had to get things cleaned up and put away before somebody came home, which added to my shame and guilt even more.
I was terrified of getting caught.
Later on in my life that terror and shame and humiliation would lead to some very sweet orgasms when I first allowed myself to be cream pied in public.
When I was older and living with a girl, I cream pied myself behind her back for a couple of years before I admitted my Fetish to her.
I was using real cream pies, and I often wondered why she never asked me why I smelled like banana or coconut on certain days.
I wondered why my mother and my sisters never said anything about their Vinyl Raincoats smelling like shaving cream.

When I was thirteen, one day I dared to wear my sister's Yellow Rubbery PVC Raincoat to school.
She had left it behind when she went to college and I had confiscated it.

All day long I was in delicious sexual agony.
When I got home from school I was so horny I couldn't stand it.
I had some cans of shaving cream stashed away.
I wanted to be Cream Pied all over.
I started spraying shaving cream down my pants into my underwear.
That felt wonderful.
I wound up covering my entire body and my clothes.
A pink button down, sky blue corduroy pants, tan LL Bean sweater, navy blue tie and socks, and my brown LL Bean rubber gum shoes.
I covered the inside of the Yellow PVC raincoat with shaving cream and put it on.
I was in ecstasy.
I filled up the bathtub with warm water and I got in holding two paper plated shaving cream pies.
I started to cum in my pants as the water seeped into my clothes.
It was an amazing sensation.
I hit myself in my face with the shaving cream pies and my orgasm exploded.
I was a total mess and I couldn't clean it all up.
My mother discovered my wet clothes in the dirty clothes basket.
That made her snoop in my room where she found my sister's wet raincoat and my wet rubber gum shoes, and my shaving cream stash.
She confronted me about getting in the tub with my clothes on but she didn't say anything about everything smelling like shaving cream.
A week later I was seeing a therapist.
It was a man that I couldn't stand.
I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him about my sexual fetishes.
After a few months that SOB doctor had me committed to a mental hospital.
Had my parents gotten me a female therapist, I probably would have told a woman the truth.

It would have sexually excited me to tell a female doctor about my secret fantasy fetish
I wondered how she would have tried to cure me of my "Crazy Cream Pie Desires".
Would she have me wear Vinyl and Rubber Raincoats to all of our therapy sessions and have one of her female "colleagues" throw CREAM PIES into my Face until I didn't find it sexual anymore?
I really could have gotten something out of that therapy!