Do any of you remember playing with matches and getting sexually excited?

I was in elementary school when a teacher asked me to pick up a book of matches (harder to light than stick matches) and relight the bunsen burner. It was the last day before a break, and she was showing us a science demonstration.

Before this happened, I remember seeing other kids around my age lighting matches clandestinely. They were experimenting with matches/fire or teaching themselves how to light them. It almost seemed like a 1960s right of passage. I wanted to "play with matches" but had not done so. I felt I was a little behind my peers.

I had the matches in my hand, opened up the book, and waited. I was becoming sexually aroused. The teacher saw me not proceeding to light the burner and asked, "had you better not?" I shook my head no and put the matches on the desk.

She then asked, "who can light matches and the bunsen burner?" It seemed almost all of my classmates raised their hands. I was embarrassed and hurt.

Now I had, upon several occasions, taken a book of matches from a drawer (both my parents smoked, and matches were easy to find), held them, and pretended to light them. I got aroused when I did this. I just had not worked up the chutzpah to find a time and place to "play with matches," as we were told never to do. But obviously, my friends and classmates, for the most part, had done so!

On the bus ride home, I was not teased, but I got some strange looks. When I got to my mother, I complained. In fact, I blamed her for my embarrassment.

My mom failed to understand I was hurt - and she was possibly in a bad mood. She went to the "junk drawer," tossed some matches to me, and said in a not-so-great tone, "here, light these." I was hurt, and it felt like she was being mean. I responded like a brat (out of character for me) and snidely said, "it's too late; you made my life HORRIBLE."

Oops. My mom went on a tirade. "If I ever catch you with matches or lighting them, you will be severely punished for a week of Sundays!" Mom used to punish me by spanking me with a wooden spoon and, of course, with severe groundings.

I did not want that punishment, but I deeply desired now to light matches. Looking back, my mom should have figured that all she did was pique my interest.

Several days later, I was alone (age 12 or so) at the house. I grabbed some matches and went to the garage. I was actually scared of starting a fire and wanted to be over concrete in case I dropped one. It took me several attempts, but finally, I got one to light - and I burned my finger. I quickly figured out how to move my finger back fast enough not to burn myself.

I had a full hard-on, and it felt so good. I had successfully lit about five matches when my mom came home. I hid the matches and worried a little that the smell might give me away.

I was very turned on by lighting matches. A few days later, I got up the nerve to light some in my bedroom. After lighting a few, I had an orgasm - with the match still alight. The pattern was set and cemented.

That was nearly 50 years ago. I still get aroused by book matches. I can light them and have the best arousal. I often try to cum while a match is lit. I can light them for a long time before I cum.

My girlfriends all thought this was a great way to please me. In fact, I have told 10 ladies about my fetish, and all of them would allow me to light matches and would light matches for me. In fact, most of these boomer ladies said they had "played with matches" when they were younger.

My wife has been very kind to include lighting matches in our sexual encounters.

Did any of you other boomers (or others) feel like playing with matches was something done by many, if not most, kids? Did you get excited or aroused?

I later lit matches with several other kids in elementary school. It was exciting and seemed to be at least a little erotic to them. Sometimes we would together light a lot of books. Sometimes 20 or more books. I was extremely aroused, but they seemed to enjoy it more than curiosity would dictate.