RubberReview: Authentic Adventures

Authentic Adventures is by Cazzo Films and directed by Hans Peter Hagen. Released in 1997, it marked their first foray into kinkier porn for the young production company.

There isn't a plot, so much as a bunch of sex scenes loosely tied to each other. They're all filmed at an abandoned industrial site, as many european pornos seem to be. The scenes vary from good old fashioned dominant fucking, to a somewhat obligatory (these days) fisting scene. There's also a somewhat raunchy fuck in a mud puddle at the end. However, in my mind, this is all just filler. What interests me, is the first 10 minutes.

After gearing up in camo fatigues and donning paintball equipment, we're treated to very short paintball sequence where one "unfortunate" lad stumbles upon a man dressed in a military hazmat suit, gloves, waders, and a gas mask. I have no idea what he's doing, but its not important enough to delay him from overpowering the stunned twink, pinning him against a wall with his geared up body.

After examining his tongue (don't ask me why), he gives the boy a few good whacks to let him know who's in charge, but doesn't get especially rough. He pulls his pants down giving his captive's hard cock a few good swats and strokes, then they enjoy a little sensual tit play while kissing his gas mask. A few more swats to his face stops him for getting the wrong idea.

He explores the boy's mouth with his gloved hand, and then gives him a little fuck from behind. He gets him on the floor for some doggie style fucking. As he straddles the boy's butt with his wadered legs, he guides him with his gauntleted hands. It's hard to make out at times, but the rubber soldier is, in fact, wearing a sheath.

After a bit of fucking, the hazmat guy dives into the tight ass with lubed rubber fingers as he manhandles his swinging balls. A little more fucking, and he's ready to "release" his captive. He strokes him to a satisfying and loud, if not especially messy, orgasm. A bit splashes on his gas mask. His mission, apparently accomplished, he tells the boy to take a hike.

I think this scene is hot for a lot of reasons. The gear, of course, but also the lack of dialogue except for grunting and moaning; all you hear is sex and a gas mask. I really wish this movie was nothing but an hour of this. I could see a whole movie revolving around the mysterious rubber soldiers ambushing each boy and having his way with them.

Production: 3/5 - The film is fairly old, and it sort of shows it. Better lighting and camerawork would have made it all the more enjoyable. Still, its definitely not bad looking by any means.

Geariness: 4/5 - Authentic Adventures gets a high mark for its use of heavy rubber gear, which is a rather welcome departure from the rubber polo shirts and chaps that are usually seen in mainstream fetish films. The outfit is also nicely done, with a great Russian PBF gas mask, and waders. The rest of the movie has pretty nondescript skinhead gear and military fatigues.

Sex: 4/5 - The entire film has a lot to offer, running the whole gamut of orifice intruding activities. The scenes are varied and fairly interesting, involving chains, slings, and mud. The rubber scene could have been better, though I appreciate the exploration of this mouth. The whole scene feels a bit rushed, and none of the shots last as long as I wanted them to.

Overall, this movie has a lot to offer, and the rubber scene, alone, makes it one of my favorites.

Mmm... rubber aprons.

It's not exactly your standard rubber accessory, I know. I'm not entirely sure what turned me on to rubber aprons, but I can only speculate that it was a number of reasons. This is not your mom's "Kiss the Cook" apron.

A rubber apron is impenetrable and protective, so right away there is a protective gear connection. There is also an implication that, wearing such a piece of gear, you will be engaged in messy activities. Piss, cum, and lube splatter and drip from its thick, shiny, rubbery surface. It's heavy duty gear for heavy duty action. It doesn't say sexy the way a catsuit says sexy. It says sexy by saying "I'm going to work on you. And you're gonna make a mess." Now, that's hardcore.

It also conceals and shields the body, the way other loose fitting gear does. The male form is recognizable, but altered; hidden from the eye, just enough to allow the mind to imagine the straining hard-on within. It is a tease to see the subtle bulge of a cock, stowed away, but ready with a flick of a wrist.

Or, maybe I'm reading too far into it. Rubber aprons are big pieces of wearable rubber, enough said.

My current rubber apron is from Polymorphe, based in Montreal. I bought the apron from the local Priape store, which stocks Polymorphe rubber wear. They are undoubtedly one of my favourite makers of rubber clothing. While their selection isn't as large as many European studios, the quality is excellent. And best of all, they chlorinate the rubber, giving it a silky feel and a natural luster.  I also own a sheath, and sailor front jeans from them. Worth every penny.

The apron is heavy, long, and well made. Chlorinated and unlined, the supple rubber feels like a dream on bare skin or gliding across your tightly suited body.

The bulge.

The grope.

The wank.

From head to cock to toe. Chlorinated rubber heaven.

When I say rubber...

So, this is a blog primarily about rubber, and rubber gear. Now, when I say 'rubber' what I really mean, of course, is 'rubber fetish'. But what does that really mean?

Now, I'm going to assume you know what a rubber fetish is... and if you don't, you can Wikipedia it. What is it, in a more philosophical manner? I guess what I really mean, what does my rubber fetish mean to me?

Any serious rubberist has pondered this question before. Should a person arrive at an answer, it is a unique and personal understanding of one's sexuality.

What is my rubber fetish to me?

It is what defines my sexuality. Sexually, I'm a rubber fetishist, above all else. I have other fetishes that affect me, strongly, but rubber is the big one. Rubber, in nearly all its wearable forms, stirs within me a potent sexual desire. I sometimes wonder if a non-fetishist can truly appreciate the pure sexual attraction that is triggered within me.

I wonder, because I've know no other attraction. From my earliest sexual memories, rubber has been in my thoughts. Rubber boots on the playground. Rubber gloves in the kitchen sink. My memories of my first sexual acts of self-discovery have me staring at the rubber boots of classmates as I pleasured myself discreetly.

So, one can see why my rubber fetish means so much to me. It has been with me almost all my life. It is sometimes a hard companion to have, but it never fails to satisfy. As a teenager, I felt shame in my strange attraction. Being different and not conforming to the expectations of society and my parents. Compound upon this the realization that I considered myself gay. It seems a recipe for disaster, but I think I got off easy, to be honest.

Being attracted to rubber and accepting my attraction to men in rubber was eased by the knowledge that there were others around the world that shared my feelings. And as guy friends got girlfriends, I delved deeper into the fetish world available to me via the internet. I learned of catsuits, wetsuits, drysuits, hazmat suits, a smorgasbord of hot rubbery gear. It all looked so good, and it felt right for me.

Again, I think I got off easy. I was a nerd in high school, so it was a foregone conclusion that I wouldn't have a girlfriend. And here is where the potency of my rubber fetish became apparent. I wanted a boyfriend. But not only did no prospective gay males present themselves, I came to realize that to be sexually attracted to them, they had to be wearing rubber. Even the most sexually virile porn-star was a mere shade compared to a hairy, overweight, middle-aged rubberman. Although the same man, out of rubber wasn't particularly appealing, neither was the strapping young lad. Unless they were wearing rubber gear. Unfortunately, similarly aged rubberboys were not in high abundance. How much easier it would be to be attracted to a regular guy. The absurdity of wishing I was a regular homo, didn't change the fact that my boyfriend, lover, would have to be a rubberman like me.

So, here I am now, years later. And my rubber fetish is still going as strong as ever. I don't wish I was normal anymore. Not even a normal gay guy. I am what I am, and I accept, love, and celebrate that. Rubber brings me a happiness and fulfillment. To deny it, to circumvent it, is to ignore a defining part of me. I am a rubberman.

I hope you are too.

Tactical gear and rubber. A favourite!