What got you interested in Fur?

[Likeaboss774]

On 10/18/2020 at 9:24 AM, bifurlover said:

I recently published this on Nifty.org which is not a fur site.  Every word of it is true and I love discussing it.    Quite detailed but hopefully it connects with you.  I"m not gay but developed a bisexual interest with my brother during when younger.  If this offends do not read further.

 

I am not including a disclaimer about not doing this or not doing that
because this is not fiction; it is real..every word.  I experienced this as
a boy with my brother..another boy.  It ended abruptly after 3 years
without a word being spoken about it since then.  I hope you enjoy my
recollection.  I will admit it gives me euphoric recall to recount the
details so I'm happy to discuss with others.  If you'd like to contact me
you can reach me at [email protected]

I appreciate all of the comments about my experiences and I'm glad that so
many of you have been aroused by them.  It arouses me to recount them so I
understand your lust. Believe me, it is mutual.

My most intense fetish over the years has been for fur coats.  My interest
in furs predates my sexual activities with my brother.  As I had said in
past chapters, the majority of our lusting and sexual activity was at our
grandmother's house.  My grandfather owned his own business that was quite
successful and they were well off.  They did not lead a particularly
extravagant lifestyle but she happened to own two mink coats.

One was a white mink stroller which is hip length.  It had beautiful pelts
and was magnificently soft and supple to the touch. It had a large full
collar that would almost hide the face when worn.  She also had a full
length beige mink coat which extended to the lower leg when worn.  It was
also very full and soft.  I don't recall the first time I did this but I
took a particular fascination to the furs.  I do recall opening the closet
where she kept them and stroking the fur when no one was around.  This was
probably at the age of 6 or 7.

Not only did I like to stroke the furs but I also started getting them out
and laying them on the floor.  I would spread them out and lie on them
while watching tv.  I have no idea why she allowed this and my grandfather
probably thought I was loony. It wasn't sexual in nature at all but I did
this many times while at their house.  I loved feeling the fur on my body
and that did eventually lead to a lifelong lust for fur.

This intensified interest was coupled with my interest in fashion and
celebrity magazines. She subscribed to Vogue and Town and Country magazines
and I loved the October and November issues because that's when furs were
prominently featured.  I'd eagerly await their delivery and I'd touch
myself while looking at the glamorous models in their huge luxurious furs.
I also noticed furs on tv and in movies so the more I saw, the stronger my
lust grew.  This time was about when my brother and I started to masturbate
together.  I never thought about furs in a sexual sense with him.  I wasn't
a crossdresser but I did love to wear the furs when I felt safe and alone.
For some reason, I never thought to share my lust for fur with him despite
our mutual lust for glamour.

We had probably been playing for about a year when an experience we had was
probably the most important time of my life sexually. We had been
masturbating each other several times a week.  From an earlier chapter you
may recall that he and I would play a game where we would "wake" the other
up by touching his cock.  Most nights we were both awake waiting for the
other to start the fun.  Again, at our grandmother's house, it was more
wonton in that when we were alone (which was frequent) we were masturbating
each other watching tv shows or using our grandfather's nudist mags and
dirty cartoon books.  We did this on a regular basis and I loved his tiny
bald erection in my hand and cumming together at the same time was so
erotic.

So a little bit of fast forwarding here.  As I said, I loved fashion mags
celebrity mags that featured glamorous women but more importantly to me,
fur coats.  This was the early 70's so there were always furs on game shows
as prizes, soap operas, movies, tv shows etc and that made my lust stronger
and stronger.  Wearing her fur coats became more and more frequent so I had
a full fledged fetish by the time I was 12.

I had never thought of myself as gay (despite craving my brother's erection
constantly).  I loved masturbating lusting for women and girls I knew and
the obsession for lusting was constant.  So not feeling like I was gay but
I started to develop an intense attraction to a man who loved furs and who
wore them frequently in his numerous tv appearances.  If you're under the
age of 40 you probably don't know him.  There was a flamboyant Vegas
performer who played piano and his name was Lee Liberace..otherwise known
by just "Liberace."  You can look him up online so you can see why I was so
turned on by him.  Liberace wore HUGE luxurious fox fur coats when
appearing on stage.  One of them had to have a train of 10-15' and it was
so hot to see him like that.  I never felt comfortable telling my brother
about this.  I know it must sound weird having this secrecy but you have to
remember we weren't even teenagers yet and we were still figuring out our
sexuality.  Liberace was a flaming gay guy but its my recollection that he
always denied being gay.  His secrets were discovered a few years later and
he ended up succumbing to HIV.  He was really a huge part of my life as a
boy.  I would have loved to have been seduced by him in his luxurious furs.
It's hot to think of him doing that to boys in general but there's no
evidence he was into that...dammit :)

The reason I'm going into such detail about that is not just explaining
what turned me on but it is part of my experiences with my brother. Also in
those days before Jimmy Kimmel and Jay Leno the longest host of the Tonight
Show was Johnny Carson.  Johnny was really the face of the Tonight Show.
Brother and I masturbated many many times watching glamorous women on the
Tonight Show.  There was one night in particular that I planned on
masturbating alone.  Again, I hadn't admitted my lust for Librace and he
was going to appear on a Friday night and I full intended to enjoy myself
watching him.  I anticipated that he would be wearing one of his huge fur
coats and but there was no guarantee that he would.

He and I had already gotten off together and frankly I wanted to be able to
last a little longer before cumming too soon with my man crush. In those
days I could cum 6-8 times in a day and we did that several times.  It's
hard to explain the degree of lust we had when we had privacy and freedom
and we acted out as often as we could. I had seen Liberace on tv many
times before but never alone and it was torturous not to be able to
masturbate while watching him.  My anticipation was exquisitely erotic as I
had been planning this for the entire week.  I had read that he was going
to be on The Tonight Show which I had seen the previous Monday in the old
TV Guide (really showing my age here).  I thought about it all week and
every time I thought about it, my heart raced and I felt some excitement.

 We had gone to be before 10 so I got up at around 10:15 to make my way
downstairs for my solitary but very important lust session.  I got both of
my grandmother's mink coats out and I wore the longer one as my coat and
the white mink was in my lap and I was stroking my cock with it.  It's a
good thing that I had climaxed earlier with him because I was in a state of
white hot lust.

The minks felt exquisite on my rock hard cock and I was out of my mind with
excitement. I continued to touch myself with the sleeve of the white mink
and I was licking my precum to prevent it from getting too much on the fur.
I know there was some but I didn't care and I thought I'd use a moist paper
towel to remove any dried precum as to not have my grandmother perhaps
touching my dried precum.  I wasn't attracted to her so nothing going on
there.  I just felt that would be gross.

The Tonight Show started and I knew that Liberace was not going to be the
first guest.  So I just continued to rub and stroke and lick.  I was just
overcome with this feeling and pretty much oblivious to the world.  If
anyone had come downstairs I would have been nailed because I do recall
that I was concentrating solely on my lust.  This went on for about 30
minutes and finally my man crush was going to appear.  I already had a
towel to catch my orgasm so I was ready for Liberace.

But...totally unanticipated and shocking me...my brother had been watching
me from the stairs that were in my line of sight but dark.  He had been
watching me and masturbating himself but he never said a word.  I guess it
became too much for him so he walked down the stairs and I had no idea if
it was him or my grandmother.  I quickly pulled up my underwear and thought
what in the fuck am I going to tell her why I'm wearing her furs. I suspect
she would have figured out the truth but I was relieved to see him.  He had
his underwear under his balls and he was rock hard.  I was very very glad
to see that for my own lust and also great relief it wasn't her

He asked why I was wearing Grandmother's furs.  I finally just let hit all
go and told him I was turned on by furs. He commented that he remembered me
laying on the furs as a kid but he had no idea that I was into furs
sexually.  I asked him if he wanted me to rub him with them and he was
actually kind of nonchalant about it and said "yeah we can try that."
Well that lasted about 10 seconds because I started rubbing his cock with
the fur and he was very turned on immediately.  To this day I don't know if
fur became a fetish for him but he certainly should have after we played.
I told him I wanted him to watch tv with me and play in the furs.  I asked
him if he would wear the white mink stroller while I wore the long beige
mink.  I wanted to share my lust for Liberace with him.

So we masturbated each other sitting on the sofa together and he rubbed my
fur with the sleeve of white mink while I did that to him with the beige
mink.  Both of us were in white hot lust but he had no idea of the extra
dimension I was introducing.  I told him to keep his eyes on the screen.
My Man Goddess appeared and he was wearing the long white mink and it had
dozens of tails. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  My
brother asked if that was turning me on watching him.  I explained that I
had planned this for a week and yes I did love him. He then asked in
earnest "are you gay?"  I said no, I loved females but I also had a huge
crush on this man.  Again, to this day I don't know if he has similar
attractions but I didn't and don't care.  I just knew that I Loved this
beautiful gay glamorous man and I was going to climax with him.

As we watched him I felt I had to explore more.  I got off the couch and
onto my knees.  I wanted to taste him.  He looked so glorious in the white
mink that I felt a need to reward him.  Without any prior experience,
without any planning, without any words...I knelt before him and took my 11
year old brother's bald cock head into my mouth.  I licked all around and
licked the shaft like a popsicle.  I was scared shitless but also totally
turned on at the same time.  I have had very few other moments of lust that
matched this in my life, but this really changed my outlook on sexuality
and fetishes.  I was drunk with both.  I continued to lick him and I could
taste some precum.  I loved this and noticed that it tasted a little
different than mine.  I was rubbing his legs and balls with the fur and he
was overcome with his lust.  I cannot fucking imagine the horror we would
have felt if she had come down but that almost never happened so we weren't
particularly worried.  I kep taking glances back at the tv to see my
beautiful man but I was so into this erection in my mouth I had to
masturbate furiously.  I didn't want him to cum in my mouth but I wanted to
see him cum in fur. I got back on the sofa and we both stroked each other
to orgasms. Our cum striking our chests and necks (oh to still have that
ability).  My lust for fur and knowing I was officially bisexual has never
left me.

Hope you enjoy.

Bifurlover

My god I read this while on a acid trip at 2 am laying on a pile of furs wondering if I will find someone who loves furs like me or if I’m weird for loving fur agh. Thanknyou

[bifurlover]

On 10/18/2020 at 6:12 PM, minkme said:

I am surprised that your grandparents let you take the minks out of the closet and let you lay on them while watching TV.  You must have had clothes on when you lay on them?

OH for sure..I was never nude.  It wasn't a sexual thing at first at all.  But, with the tactile enjoyment of laying on furs I was always lusting for glamour as I said and it eventually grew into a full fledged fetish 

[bifurlover]

On 10/28/2020 at 3:28 AM, coyote 1 said:

I was a young blond blue-eyed boy at the time. When I met Liberace in a gay bar called “Mary’s” in Baltimore (1982). The bar was in the basement of the Baltimore opera house. Cal the owner closed the bar the bar one night and invited 50 of his closest friends to join him in a surprise party. Cal often threw privet parties. After the party is under way Cal went over to the DJ and had the music turned off. Then Cal pointed to the stairs and Liberace of all people made a grand entrance. As he came down the stairs; He was smiling and saying hello darlings. We all cheered and clapped. It was wonderful. He was wearing one of his artic white fox furs. Oh god my heart skipped a beat not so much for him. But that fur surrounding his body was so thick, rich and beautiful. After acknowledging all of us. He went straight to the piano and had fun entertaining us for well over an hour.

Before the night was out, he invited me to dance with him. He was so flamboyant and not particularly good looking. But I wanted to feel that amazing white fur. The only time that fur left his body when he was at piano. (At that point; No one knew that he was HIV positive). In my minds eye I can still see him and feel myself pressing up against and into that fur. When we finished the slow dance, he invited me back to his hotel room. He had a suite in the Belvedere hotel. There was a very real part of me that wanted that fur; far more than him. But I turned down the offer and TY God I did, or I might not be here to tell this story.  

 

Do you think Liberace had an actual fur fetish or just the glamour that flaming gays like to project?

[coyote 1]

5 hours ago, bifurlover said:

Do you think Liberace had an actual fur fetish or just the glamour that flaming gays like to project?

True he loved being an over-the-top showman. But I know for a fact that he absolutely loved the soft feel and look of fur. He also genuinely loved working with a furrier designing the fur garments he wore and had no misgivings about where fur came from. He sincerely believed that the furs he wore looked far better on his body; than they ever did on the original owners.

I do not know for a fact if did or did not have a fur fetish because I never asked. But in my thinking, I am positive he did. After all the way he loved his furs and enjoyed collecting them. The way he spoke about how amazing they looked and felt. When someone is that obsessed with fur. Especially a man like him dealing with serious control issues. I can only imagine how many animals were sacrificed to relive his sexual tension and provide him with pleasure as he used them in various ways to gratify his needs.       

[minkme]

How many furs did Liberace had?

[furlondon]

I must admit I searched for "Liberace and fur" and this article cought my eyes:
https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2013/06/why-liberaces-costumes-mattered/276568/ 

[Furb22]

On 12/11/2020 at 11:16 AM, coyote 1 said:

True he loved being an over-the-top showman. But I know for a fact that he absolutely loved the soft feel and look of fur. He also genuinely loved working with a furrier designing the fur garments he wore and had no misgivings about where fur came from. He sincerely believed that the furs he wore looked far better on his body; than they ever did on the original owners.

I do not know for a fact if did or did not have a fur fetish because I never asked. But in my thinking, I am positive he did. After all the way he loved his furs and enjoyed collecting them. The way he spoke about how amazing they looked and felt. When someone is that obsessed with fur. Especially a man like him dealing with serious control issues. I can only imagine how many animals were sacrificed to relive his sexual tension and provide him with pleasure as he used them in various ways to gratify his needs.       

Love your way of thinking, would love to chat with you.

[FurLover90]

I'm not sure. I think it was an episode of "dial m for monkey" that I watched called "peltra." Then there was the Hercules cartoon where he wore a lion pelt. One thing led to another and I became sexually aroused with fur. I love the dominance of it.

[FurHat01]

I've already discussed this in my introduction, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to mention it again.

As a kid, I watched Disney's "The Rescuers" and "The Rescuers Down Under" several times and Miss Bianca (the Hungarian mouse, voiced by Eva Gabor) had a beautiful selection of fur hats that she wore in both films.  When I was young, I thought she looked beautiful, but that was about it.  Several years later, when I was in my teens, I re-watched "The Rescuers" again and whenever Miss Bianca came on, I began to feel attracted to her fur hats.

I soon found pictures of women wearing fur hats and even other cartoons/movies/media that contained such things, like Maetel from the anime "Galaxy Express 999"... from that moment on, I was hooked. ☺️  I just love how soft and poofy the fur hats look (along with matching coats, handmuffs, scarves and other accessories) and I can only imagine how lusciously soft it must be. ❤️

[Norwegian lynx]

For me, it goes back as far as I can remember. It has always been a part of me, and even from long before I knew what furs or sexuality really were, I've had a strong attraction to fur. As a young kid at 4-5 I would get up from my bed and sneak a sheepskin coat from its hanger to cuddle in my room - and it wasn't even particularly soft! But the look, the smell, the feeling of the fabric was always deeply desired from the moment I was sentient.

[james93]

On 1/10/2021 at 6:19 AM, FurLover90 said:

I'm not sure. I think it was an episode of "dial m for monkey" that I watched called "peltra." Then there was the Hercules cartoon where he wore a lion pelt. One thing led to another and I became sexually aroused with fur. I love the dominance of it.

Oooh I think we've discussed this in PMs, but for me it was seeing Tarzan slay the leopard in the Disney animated movie... if only that version had been a bit more adult and shown him tearing the beast's bloody hide off and wrapping himself up in it as Jane looked on in awe of her man!

Anyways that's one of the places it started for me, furs as man's (and woman's*) triumph against the cruel forces of nature.

[MonarchofFur]

On 9/28/2020 at 12:41 AM, gai said:

Do you know if your sister's fur was real or fake?

Sorry this took an extremely long time to respond back to, I been offline for a long time, they were fake but they looked very close to real fur that it was hard to say.

[alphonso]

Well I like to think it's in my Baltic blood, but I grew up in England so who knows?

I suspect there are multiple influences.   I was watching TV with my brother and probably about 8 or 9 years old.  The film Midnight Cowboy was on and I remember asking my brother 'what are they doing?' during the love scene (you know the one!).  Therefore I believe this to be the catalyst for associating sex with fur.  From that point on I think it was on my radar.  I remembered this mag cover whilst being rushed across the railway platform at the station.  It too stayed with me and thanks to the internet we can see it today

[alphonso]

Ain't she great?!

[YoungFurGuy]

Once when I was a teen boy about 15 years old there was this good-looking guy at school who acted big and bad and brought up in class that he was getting a fur coat with his money. He kept saying things like "I'm thinking either coon or fox" as nonchalantly as deciding which type of bread to get. Basically he offended a girl who was kind of an anti-fur chic and she told him he wouldn't dare and that he was lying. His buddy said he was BSing. He insisted he was getting a fresh fur coat and told the girl that his uncle owned a fur farm up north and would let him have a few foxes or coons of his choice for a coat. I don't know if that was true but it looked like he was saying it to annoy the girl and took pleasure in annoying her. Anyway, when winter came, he showed up one day with a fur coat and hat. He wore sunglasses and looked badass. He gloated about picking a few foxes and helping put them down. He kept smirking all the time. It was so hot seeing how cocky and unbothered he was and how he annoyed that girl (Gwen was her name). I was friendly with him and vice versa but wasn't really friends with him (never had the courage to make him my friend). But boy that really turned me on. He once let me feel it. Nice guy. Cute guy. Too bad he wasn't gay! I really wish his story about the fur farm was true because i know damn well those foxes would've been grateful to end up on his body.

[ShortsightedFarseer]

Mine started when I was around 5 or 6, one of my earliest memories. My aunt would wear this large knee-lenght faux fur coat, dyed like a marble fox. It is only a memory, so it very well could be nostalgia bias, but I swear I haven't seen a faux fur looking this good ever since. I remember being obsessed with it, using every possible and plausible excuse to sneak away from family gatherings and just go look at it. Yeah, only look at it. Perhaps it was me or my strict parenting, but I remember thinking to myself that touching it and playing with it would be wrong and would get me in trouble.

Then the coat just vanished. She stopped wearing it during winters, and when we were at my aunt's house, my stealthy rummaging skills of a 6-year-old kid couldn't find it anywhere. The coat then kind of faded from memory, and given that people around here didn't - and still don't - wear a lot of furs, the sense of wonder was kind of lost on me.

I was 14 or 15 when internet came along and "ruined everything".
I found a random gallery full of pictures of women in fox fur coats. The interest resurfaced, coupled with hormone fueled curiosity, and the rest is history.

[saynotofaux]

it would be the winter of 1976/77,

very cold it was, i was sleeping in an unheated bedroom what we called the box room in the old days, in effect a tiny third bedroom. we didn't have central heating back then, 

i remember ice on the inside of the windows. we used to put old coats on the bed to try and keep warm, my mother had a rabbit coat which she detested, so it ended up in my bed..

i slept under that coat for months! 

[AH7]

Seeing people wear majestic parkas growing up.

[FurRugLover]

I am more interested in fur rugs...fur coats not so much.  And what got me interested in fur rugs was back when I was a kid, I saw a fur rug on the floor of a store and stepping on it was like stepping on a bed or pillow, but that was only PART of the reason.  Like most kids, our mothers told us to keep our shoes off the bed and furniture, yet the fur rug, which felt so soft and clean like a bed can be walked on with our shoes. 

One day, several years later in my teens, I visited a second hand furniture store where I saw a 100+ year old deerskin rug on the floor that had been walked on by visitors in their dirty shoes.  I asked if I could buy it and at first, was told it was not for sale.  5 minutes later, the shopkeeper had changed his mind and sold me my FIRST fur rug which I still have to this day.  I brought the deerskin rug home and the first thing I did was lay it out on the floor beside my bed, took my shoes off and placed my shoes on top of the fur (I was too tired to trample the fur in my shoes and also, I had other things to attend for the rest of the day).   

[Furloverzip]

My love of fur started in some kind of animal museum I went to in elementary school as a field trip and they had a fox skin and deer skin you could actually touch. That's interestingly how I got into it. It wasn't sexual at that time of course. The sexual interest in it started in middle school and by the time I got into high school, my love for it turned into an obsession.

[LordTheNightKnight]

On 3/17/2021 at 1:20 PM, alphonso said:

Well I like to think it's in my Baltic blood, but I grew up in England so who knows?

I suspect there are multiple influences.   I was watching TV with my brother and probably about 8 or 9 years old.  The film Midnight Cowboy was on and I remember asking my brother 'what are they doing?' during the love scene (you know the one!).  Therefore I believe this to be the catalyst for associating sex with fur.  From that point on I think it was on my radar.  I remembered this mag cover whilst being rushed across the railway platform at the station.  It too stayed with me and thanks to the internet we can see it today

What magazine is that?

[SimonG]

That very issue of Oui magazine

Not heard of it? Here are a few more covers!

Edited May 23, 2021 by SimonG

[Tu_che_le_vanità]

On 5/14/2021 at 5:40 PM, Furloverzip said:

My love of fur started in some kind of animal museum I went to in elementary school as a field trip and they had a fox skin and deer skin you could actually touch. That's interestingly how I got into it. It wasn't sexual at that time of course. The sexual interest in it started in middle school and by the time I got into high school, my love for it turned into an obsession.

My interest in furs started in a similar way.  I was in first grade and my class went on a school field trip to the San Diego Zoo.  I got the chance to touch the fur of a living chinchilla.  It was so soft and luxurious.  That memory stayed with me for a long time.  It was the first time I had touched the fur of any mammal of any species, living or dead.  While growing up, I watched a lot of nature documentaries, especially Nature on PBS.  Another favorite show of mine was Marty Stouffer's Wild America.  To this day, I have a huge appreciation for and love of nature and wildlife.  I bought my first fur pelts in January 2006.  I got them from eBay.  They were a beaver pelt, three muskrat pelts, and two ermine pelts.

[furlvman1]

2 hours ago, Tu_che_le_vanità said:

My interest in furs started in a similar way.  I was in first grade and my class went on a school field trip to the San Diego Zoo.  I got the chance to touch the fur of a living chinchilla.  It was so soft and luxurious.  That memory stayed with me for a long time.  It was the first time I had touched the fur of any mammal of any species, living or dead.  While growing up, I watched a lot of nature documentaries, especially Nature on PBS.  Another favorite show of mine was Marty Stouffer's Wild America.  To this day, I have a huge appreciation for and love of nature and wildlife.  I bought my first fur pelts in January 2006.  I got them from eBay.  They were a beaver pelt, three muskrat pelts, and two ermine pelts.

Wild America was a great series, I remember it well on PBS Sunday evenings followed by George Page wit Nature. I do wish we had that kind of series today. Nature seems to have faded from those days on the late 80's & 90's. Thanks for bringing back those memories. 

 

By the way, you may wish to try a lynx pelt and a rex rabbit at some point. Those two are quite soft.

[Tu_che_le_vanità]

9 hours ago, furlvman1 said:

Wild America was a great series, I remember it well on PBS Sunday evenings followed by George Page with Nature. I do wish we had that kind of series today. Nature seems to have faded from those days on the late 80's & 90's. Thanks for bringing back those memories. 

 

By the way, you may wish to try a lynx pelt and a rex rabbit at some point. Those two are quite soft.

I have tried both.  Really soft and nice.

I loved Wild America.  The slow motion chase between a Canadian lynx and a snowshoe hare in the snow is something I will always remember.

I loved the George Page narrated Nature episodes.  One of the episodes, Treasure of the Andes, introduced me to the vicuña and the guanaco.  I don't think Nature the series has faded from that time.  The episodes are now different, many are like what the BBC Natural History Unit produces.  The resolution of the footage is now crystal clear.  The storytelling tends to be more cinematic and less like a nature documentary where all you get are facts.  Just this season, the series has aired wonderful episodes about wildlife in the European Alps, cougars in the southern Andes, Big Bend area of Texas, and a mother leopard living in Zambia.