Linking experience to desire (or kink/fetish)

[Tigre_Bigotes]

I have been thinking a lot recently about how exactly my specific sexual interests came to be.

Sexting can be me aroused to nearly the point of climaxing, without touch. Why is that? Is that how it is for all guys, or is that more exclusive to me? I think it's because I was raised with strict religious principles around purity. Sex was bad. Gay was worse. So I kept celibate till after 30 years old! And I tried so hard to quit masturbating. And I would never look at porn. So, if I found other media that TALKED about sex, I would listen intently and it became my outlet. I remember seeing Sue Johanson talking about the different tastes semen can take on with different diets. I lapped it up. A friend would tell me about his sex-scapades. I savored it. Even "puberty education" videos got me off. Why? Because I resisted my urges to touch myself, to watch porn, or to breach the topic with others, so it's like my body learned to take whatever stimulus I actually would give it and run with it. And I allowed it because it felt safe--I was crossing boundaries, with myself or others, and I wasn't doing anything technically "wrong" from the religious perspective.

This is just my theory about why sexual talk is able to get me outrageously horny.

There's others--I have a kink for voyeurism, and I think it's because I never looked at porn, so if I ever saw a naked guy in real life (locker rooms, showers, that guy who gave me surf lessons in Barbados and had a loose swimsuit and I saw his penis at certain angles), it was a highly charged event. Now as a grown man, a little bit of "voyeur" role play with my partners is hot, hot, hot.

 

So, my question is, for those willing to share, do you have any kinks/fetishes/desires that you know exactly where they originate for you?

[liubit]

I have two specific kinks whose origins I think I can trace, @Tigre_Bigotes 

The first one is my scent fetish. I am turned on by male scents, such as smelly armpits, sweaty balls and crotch, musky holes, sweaty feet: I always ask my dates or hires to not wear any perfume or deodorant, and even to not shower before we hit the sack. In some cases, it gets to the point of requesting them to not change their underwear or socks for a couple of days before, to build more scent. It might sound weird, but I know that I am not alone: there is a long thread on this kink in the Fetish section of this forum. 

I have figured out that this comes from my first-ever male sexual experience, which happened with my best friend when we were both 15-16. He had a kind of strong teenager body odor, and it became associated with the thrill of being close to him (I had a fierce crush on him), and with the pleasure I felt touching him and sucking his dick.

My second traceable kink is cum: I learned to enjoy its very particular flavor by swallowing it to avoid a mess when masturbating. The rest is history. 
 

 

Edited Friday at 08:41 AM by liubit

[hungry4darkmeat]

I was the only white kid in my junior high and high schools - so I saw a lot of black dick during my formative pre adolescence. I also experienced a sexual assault where I was forced to blow two classmates. It was hot and horrible at the same time.

I dated black girls before I moved on to guys- and to this day I have never been with a white guy. I live to serve black kings - I wonder where that came from lol 

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4 hours ago, liubit said:

I am turned on by male scents, such as smelly armpits, sweaty balls and crotch, musky holes, sweaty feet: I always ask my dates or hires to not wear any perfume or deodorant, and even to not shower before we hit the sack. In some cases, it gets to the point of requesting them to not change their underwear or socks for a couple of days before, to build more scent. It might sound weird, but I know that I am not alone

I also love this. Nothing like a hot smooth twink or twunk straight from the gym with smelly feet and pits. It sends me over the edge! I also have them wear boots and either a jockstrap, speedo or cut off denims. These fetishes stem from when I was 15 or 16 and used to have fun with my neighbor of the same age who used to work on his grandfather’s farm and I’d see him afterwards wearing boots over denim and with a residue of salty sweat on his body. A Mennonite boy, no less!