Plastic macs are my scene, especially the original grey-black plastic Pakamacs of the 50s and 60s. I love boys' plastic Pakamacs, their see-through plastic Pakamacs, making me all puffed up and HARD. I also loved boys who wore plastic macs, introducing me to bisexuality. Mmmm, boys' plastic see-through Pakamacs. So many of them in the boys' cloakroom on wet days, like huge, partially blown-up male contraceptives. Boys' plastic Pakamacs, mmmm........Boy's plastic Pakamacs. Boys' plastic Pakamacs. Boy's plastic Pakamacs, all bulged up with rain.

I love plastic pants too.

Bondage-forget it. Role play-forget it. Humiliation-forget it.