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Nevertheless, he was able to link the two. He smuggled the coat into his room and secreted it at the back of his own cupboard, and at night he wrapped himself in it while he sampled the delights of early masturbation. During this period he had also discovered that the sight of soldiers, pilots and divers in anti-gas, high altitude or underwater equipment made of rubber and bizarre in appearance fascinated him in the same way when he saw them portrayed on Television or in photographs. He longed for the coat to be black now, and he wanted more than anything in the world to be covered completely with rubber; to wear a tight fitting mask through which he could breathe rubber smells. He longed for one of those big servicemen whose pictures he had seen dressed in this exciting equipment to take charge of him. From then on his rubber fantasies knew no bounds, and they became ever more fantastic and improbable - but they remained fantasies only.
The demise of Karl's parents, and the consequent need for him to live under the care of the local authority brought about an interregnum in his modest rubber activities. Night time privacy was minimal; he and the other boys slept in a dormitory, with only thin partitions between the beds. The other boys had the partitions around their beds festooned with female pin-ups, and Karl took his cue and followed suit. He would sometimes hear another boy masturbating at night, but so far as he knew, there was never any sexual contact between any of them. He listened to their ribald jokes and remarks about gays. Once or twice he froze when one of the better-informed lads made some crack about 'weirdoes' who liked 'kinky' sex and dressed in rubber or leather, or about men who liked dressing as women. It was in this crude and unsympathetic atmosphere the Karl finally learned that he was not alone in his love of rubber. He kept his ears pricked whenever that particular lad started to sound off about gays, just in case he said something that would enlighten him further. All Karl could find out was that down on the Reeperbahn, if you had the money, in terms of sex, anything you wanted was available, including, thought Karl, a whole range of diseases. His parents had warned him that it was a part of town best avoided, and about the only sex education they gave him was to spell out for him the dangers of AIDS, VD and the rest, quite graphically.
Karl had heeded the warning. With his sporting instincts, and the success he was having in body-building contests, he was very health conscious; to the point, in fact, that he passed through a period when there was great inner conflict between his love of health and exercise, and his need for sexual relief, which he eventually resolved when one of his body-building companions suggested they go on a double-date with a couple of very willing girls he knew. Karl managed to avoid the date, but it taught him that body-building was no bar to sex if he wanted it.
When he began work, and went to live at the hotel, he soon discovered that because of his good looks and fine physique, he was a target for the attentions of all the other gays who worked in the hotel. Karl was devoid of any mannerisms that would betray his sexuality, and it was an easy matter to charm his way out of any proposition; even the more persistent were intimidated by his size and strength, and soon he was left in peace. There was one guy, older than Karl by about eight years, to whom he felt drawn. He was a quiet-spoken man, who had witnessed the onslaught upon Karl by the other gays, but who had not himself taken part. Karl had to work with him sometimes, and Horst had taken him under his wing. They spent some of their off duty time together, occasionally going out for a drink or a meal. Eventually Karl felt that he could trust Horst well enough to talk to him about his innermost feelings. Although Horst had never made a sexual approach to Karl, he knew that Horst was active on the local gay scene and was a member of a couple of gay clubs. Eventually Karl got up enough courage to confess to Horst his love of rubber, begging him to keep it a secret. Although not a rubberman himself, Horst was sympathetic to Karl, asked him several questions, and promised to have a word with a friend who might be able to help.
The next occasion when both were off-duty in the evening, Horst told Karl he was going to see a friend for a drink in his apartment, would Karl care to come along, because he thought that his friend would interest Karl; they had interests in common. He would say no more than that. Karl trusted Horst, and knew without being told that he was going to meet another rubberman at last.
Horst's friend lived in a suburb. Heinz was in his late twenties, a tall thin man, undistinguished in appearance. He had a shock of jet black hair, and the bluest eyes Karl had ever seen, but ill- fitting glasses, and a straggling and drooping moustache robbed him of what little sex appeal he may have had. He received his guests with quiet courtesy, produced some beer for them and they settled down to chat once the introductions had been completed. It emerged that Heinz was a lecturer, and had it not been for the pictures on the walls of his room, and the illustration on the front cover of a magazine that lay on the coffee table, Karl would have settled down disconsolately but politely for a boring evening. The pictures were all of men in various rubber outfits. Almost all of them showed men in gasmasks, and those that weren't gas masked at least wore rubber hoods.
Karl was dying to get up and inspect them closely, but was too polite and shy. Horst and Heinz chatted their way through three beers, after which Horst excused himself to go to the toilet. The conversation so far had been about one or two mutual friends, and some gossip about a recent gay event in the city, none of which meant anything to Karl. Heinz, who had been carefully primed by Horst, and had noted Karl's continual covert glances at the pictures now said, glancing to one wall upon which hung four of the pictures, 'You find them interesting?' Karl nodded, and Heinz invited him to have a closer look. Karl rose, embarrassed by the fact that even from a distance, the sight of the pictures had given him a mighty erection, and which closer inspection of them did nothing to diminish. Karl could hardly believe his eyes when he examined the pictures in detail; the figures depicted represented so much of what he had fantasized about for so many long lonely hours. Heinz remained silent while he examined every print in the room. Karl said, 'You know these people?' 'Some of them; those three over there are of me.', replied Heinz, indicating the opposite wall. Karl went back for another look. Suddenly, in Karl's eyes, Heinz immediately became a more interesting character, and he began to warm to the quiet, studious teacher.
Horst returned, making Karl realize that he too needed the toilet. As he made his way to the bathroom, Karl had to pass a bedroom. The door was open, Karl gaped when he looked in; the room was softly lit with red light, the effect of which was accentuated by the fact that the walls and ceiling were black. There were racks and shelves crammed with every conceivable garment in black rubber. There were suits, coats, gloves, boots, waders, hoods and helmets, and most fascinating of all to Karl, masks of all descriptions. In the centre of the room was a king- sized bed covered in black rubber sheeting, and on which were laid out two pairs of waders, two pairs of long black rubber gloves, two black rubber hoods, two gasmasks with long hoses, and a one piece black latex suit. The smell in the room evoked memories of his father's old rubber coat. He stood spellbound for several minutes, then made his way to the bathroom, where, hampered by his huge erection, he eventually relieved himself and returned to the others.
Horst had his coat on and was preparing to leave. 'I am on early shift in the morning, but its your day off, if you would care to, Heinz has invited you to stay. He will run you home when you are ready to leave.' Karl signified his willingness, and as the two old friends went out into the passage to say their farewells, Karl settled down to browse through the rubber magazine he had spent the last couple of hours longing to pick up and open. It contained many rubber pictures, all with captions describing the gear displayed; there were a couple of short stories, but before Karl could begin on them, Heinz returned with more beer. For an hour they chatted, at the end of which Karl had unburdened himself of his rubber feelings, and so far, rather limited experience. Heinz interjected occasionally with a question or sympathetic remark, and by the time they had consumed several beers, Heinz had reassured Karl that his feelings and experiences to date were by no means unusual, and that far from being unique, Karl's case was classic for a budding rubberman. Heinz told him something of his own early rubber history which was similar to Karl's.
The effect of the beer and the quiet, unhurried manner in which Heinz was unfolding the world of Black Rubber before him had allowed Karl to relax. For the first time in his life he felt able to regard his love of rubber as the gift that it was, instead of the burden it had sometimes seemed to him to be, and by the time Heinz rose and asked him if he had seen the bedroom and invited him to join him there, Karl was able to respond with a wide grin that left no doubt in Heinz's mind that his guest was really enjoying his visit.
'Give me twenty minutes, then come and join me in the bedroom', Heinz told him. Karl grinned again and nodded. He picked up the magazine when Heinz had gone and began to read one of the stories in it about the rubber adventures of two young rubber guys on a big motorcycle, and Karl was just able to finish it in twenty minutes. He got up and went to the bedroom. Heinz had transformed himself from a rather unprepossessing professorial character into a rampant black rubber sexual being; he had become the living embodiment of some of the pictures in the other room. Clad in a rubber latex suit, waders, long black rubber gloves, a full face rubber hood, and gas masked, he stood tall and slender, legs apart, hands on hips, a huge rubber-covered erection protruding from his crotch. Karl stood in the doorway enthralled by the transfiguration that Heinz had wrought upon himself. Heinz moved not a muscle, he understood the effect he was having upon Karl. From his own experience he knew that for Karl this was a moment the lad would remember always, he appreciated that for Karl there was a virginal quality to the moment, and sensitively, he allowed him his moments of magic before lifting a gloved hand to beckon him right into the room. Karl could hear this rubber entity breathing into his mask, he could see the mask move slightly as the mask momentarily gripped him a little tighter every time he inhaled.
Karl thought, this is not just rubber, this is living rubber. When Heinz spoke, his muffled voice from within the mask emphasized to Karl the extent of the man's isolation from the outside world, and Karl's excitement quickened. Heinz bade him strip and don the waders and gloves, then the older man helped Karl put on the latex full face hood, made sure it fitted snugly, that there were no wrinkles, and then he took the gasmask into his hands, slackened the harness straps and fitted it to Karl's head and face. He tightened the straps evenly, pulling at the sides of the mask to seat it securely and airtight over Karl's face as he did so. As the mask tightened and he began breathing through it, the real effect of the mask became apparent to Karl. There was a small non return valve inserted into the far end of the hose. This 'loaded' Karl's breathing and he could feel the pulling-in of the mask with every breath he took. For years he had imagined how it would feel to be like this, and he was not disappointed. There was a full-length mirror mounted on one wall, and Karl drank in the sight of himself, playfully striking a body-builder's pose, and turning to view himself thus from every angle. Proud of his body ordinarily, Karl considered that his new rubber accoutrements did nothing to diminish its masculinity. Behind his reflection he saw Heinz approach, his rubber hands went one to each massive shoulder, caressed and moved down over the pectorals, brushing the firm young nipples as they passed down over the hips and jointly grasped Karl's throbbing dick in a cool, firm grip. Karl could feel the rubber form of Heinz brush gently along his back, it was too much, and yet too little, he turned from the mirror, commuting the reflection into the real, and seized Heinz in a grip of iron as he pressed himself against the rubber; he wanted to bury himself in it. Heinz responded, gripping Karl with a strength that the latter would not have believed his host capable. Then the gloved hands moved up and down Karl's back, around the firm rounded buttocks while Karl continued to press his body against the rubber, drinking in the sensual sounds of both of them as they breathed harder and deeper in their masks. Eventually they drew apart, and Karl turned back to the mirror again to assess his new image and, pleased with what he saw, he followed as Heinz led him over to the bed. He lay on his back, sinking into the cool folds of the heavy latex sheeting. Through his mask he could smell the rubber as it warmed to his body. Heinz drew the edges of the heavy sheet up and over Karl, enfolding him completely, and as the sheet was drawn up over his head, Karl felt himself sinking into the blackness of total rubber enclosure. Heinz caressed and explored Karl's body through the rubber, while Karl writhed with sensual pleasure among the black rubbery folds, sometimes putting his hands up to his head to feel his mask and to press it tighter on to him. He felt a cool rubber hand grip his dick with gentle firmness, it throbbed within the rubber grasp, then release, and the rubber fingers began tentatively to explore Karl's anus. Karl stopped his writhing, threw off the rubber sheet and arched his back a little and gripped his buttocks, pulling them apart to invite a deeper invasion. Two pairs of gas masked eyes met and locked in feline unblinking gaze; one pair enquiring, the other imploring.
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