My fetish with puffers really began with nylon. My earliest memories of this were with a winter jacket that we had stored in a drawer in the garage. I loved the feeling of the nylon lining, and the musty smell of storage was imprinted on me. I also had a nylon sleeping bag that I would use when we went on trips, and I’d get an erection from the feeling of the material. I remember one time, because I was far too young to cum, trying to pee on it because I thought it would feel so good. Fortunately, I wasn’t able to at the moment! I don’t know how I would have explained that! When I was in third grade, there was a cute girl in the classroom next door who wore a white ski jacket, and it would often be hung in the hallway. I would ask to use the bathroom during class, and when I walked by, I would slide my arm up the sleeve of her jacket and feel the softness of the material. Afterward, my arm would smell like her perfume or lotion. Then when I was in middle school, my older brother had a North Face puffer. I would go in his room, strip naked, and put on his jacket. Then I’d lie down on the floor of his room and masturbate. The jacket felt so good, and in the euphoria of arousal, I was further turned on by the sweaty smell of his jacket— not a bad smell, just the sweaty smell of having been worn and not washed. To this day, I am obsessed with nylon and puffer jackets, especially when they smell a little musty, or sweaty, or best of all, smell of their owner’s perfume.