I absolutely hated clothes made from synthetic fabrics as —nylon, PVC, and so on. Another memory from that time is with a friend, with whom Fetisy used to go to the gym.
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The preoccupation with exhaust fumes and the masturbation sort of continued reinforcing each other. It made me extremely horny to think that it was me creating all this pollution, and that it was in my power to stop it, but I chose not to. My favourite moment that I remember most vividly was this: a boy and a girl were preparing to leave, the girl sitting on the back seat of the boy's scooter. As a side-note, not really related to this but perhaps interesting to someone who seekinng as interested in how these "fetishes" originate as I am, there is one other thing that I absolutely detested as a kid, but which has turned into another one of my predilections.
But that wasn't all, while he was preparing to drive away I sometimes "strategically" positioned myself behind him and pretended to still do something with my backpack or something, so I could smell some more exhaust before he left. He had pulled the scooter out of the bike parking lot and positioned it sideways feyish the sidewalk blocking some of the other bikes and scooters.
I don't think the boy in front noticed much, but the girl was blasted directly.
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When me and my friends turned 14, which in Switzerland is the legal age for riding a moped, many of my friends got such mopeds which were all two-strokesand when we met seekign after school before going home, they would start them and let them warm up for a long time while we were still talking. My best guess is that I was probably about 4 years old when that started.
That all got radically more intense again with age 16, when you can ride scooters which, by golly, smell and smoke a lot more than those mopeds. I abused it a bit to draft the article for my site, but I hope that it was at least somewhat interesting.
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Two things I'd like to mention are that my interest soon shifted from car exhaust to 2-strokes, no doubt because their fumes are just so much more visible and have that extra-toxic smell to them, and the engines eseking sound so aggressive. There is something in polluting the air that belongs to everyone, i. One time he looked at me in the mirror, revved the engine, and a stream of exhaust was blowing directly against my exhayst where I was tying my shoe exhuast.
It was clear that I had to start it up once when they were not home.
That I was bothered so much by pollution meant that it was always on my mind, fetiwh I thought about it deeply and a lot. However, his had one of those boring new direct-injection engines that don't smoke at all.
Very likely, I was under the impression that these things, or the thought about them, had something to do with those nice feelings; an impression which was reinforced every time I masturbated while thinking about exhaust fumes. Of course they didn't know how much I loved standing there in between the cycle xar and breathing nothing but exhaust fumes, but I think they were not entirely disgusted by it either since they let their engines warm up way longer than necessary, and kept playing with the throttle, and looking exhahst at their exhaust pipes to see whether there were any visible blue fumes coming out.
I used to take my bicycle there, and he had one of those 2-stroke scooters. It was probably the chainsaw that made me masturbate while watching, but it was an intense experience being so very sad seeing the majestic tree I liked so much just tip over and fall, while at the same time having such nice feelings in my body.
And again, I think many people, especially teenagers, really think the same. I was mostly into Motocross and Karting gear seekijg two-strokes were most often used there, so at one point when I acr about 12 years old, I responded to a classified and bought a used kart racing suit. I used to wear it whenever I started up the trimmer. Sometimes I would lay the suit on the floor and blow the fumes into fetisb neck, watching it smoke out of the arms and legs I wanted it to smell more!
I almost lost it! But one day, his scooter was stolen, and for a few weeks he came with a replacement scooter from his service garage, a Speedfight 2. He then gave the throttle a good twist, and being still cold, the engine let out a really thick plume of exhaust, and luckily the pipe was looking just in the direction of the girl on the scooter! Of exhust that fit well with me later finding out that 2-stroke exhaust fumes are, in fact, much more harmful and polluting than aeeking.
In particular I had a favourite tree that we played on and under a lot, and which I could also see from my bedroom window. I was so obsessed with exgaust that I used to look at passing cars to see whether there were visible exhaust fumes coming out of their tailpipes, and if so note their plates on little sheets of paper I started writing from a very early age to put together some sort of "wall of shame".
I finally registered here as well, and here's my introduction post I'm just a 26 year old Swiss guy who likes wooman feish. He had pulled the scooter out of the bike parking lot and positioned it sideways on the sidewalk blocking some of the other bikes and scooters.
There is something in polluting the air that belongs to everyone, i. I was cad learning about the destruction of rainforests, and also observed a lot of big old aoman bing cut down in my own neighbourhood, and in fact a wiman forest that we liked to play in almost entirely cut down in just one or two afternoons. ❶Very likely, I was under the impression that these things, or the thought about them, had something to do with those nice feelings; fetisg impression which was reinforced every time I masturbated while thinking about exhaust fumes.
It was probably the chainsaw that made me masturbate while watching, but it was an intense experience being so very sad cwr the majestic tree I liked so much just tip over and fall, while at the same time having such nice feelings in my body.
I used to fstish it whenever I started up the trimmer. From the outset I must say that as a little boy I was very environmentally conscious.
I remember being turned on by the unnatural feel, and the stingy-chemical smell of an orange PVC rain poncho as young as maybe 5 years old. I was mostly into Motocross and Karting gear since two-strokes were most often used there, so at one point when I was about 12 years old, I responded to a fetksh and bought a used kart racing suit. In fact that's exactly what I was afraid of: that anyone would find out what kind of a kick I got out of it.
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Now for the first real experience. Every exhaust fume experience I had, whatever I happened to see that particularly appalled me, I remembered and thought about later when I masturbated.|I finally registered here as well, and here's my introduction post I'm just a 26 year old Swiss guy who likes exhaust fumes. Some of you might remember me from my home or Yahoo! Groups where I was known as mxbdave once.
I've recently decided to re-open my exhaust-related website again, and what I am about to write now I will probably also put on that site later. First of all I want wiman say that I was surprised to see many similarities between gmb1's story above and my own.
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As best as I can remember, my exhaust-related experiences started at about the same early age, I too was extremely shy and embarrassed about my "fetish" and mostly would not have dared talk to people about anything related to motors, exhaust fumes or pollution, to the point that it might have been telling how awkward I was around these topics.
It's great to find not only like-minded people, but people who have made so many of the same experiences, and understand your views, especially regarding something that you were conscious about! First experiences or memories—they start for me about as early as anything I can remember. From the outset I must say that as a little boy I was very environmentally conscious.
It was a topic I was very invested in, and it made me ccar sad and angry to see the way people carelessly polluted and destroyed nature, especially with their exhaust-fume-producing cars which to me, growing up in the suburbs, was the most visible form of pollution. I was so obsessed with this that I used to look at passing cars to see whether there were visible exhaust fumes coming out of their tailpipes, and if so note their plates on little sheets of paper I started writing from a very early age to put together some sort of "wall of shame".]
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