I must have been 16 or 17, i had an older friend i saw very regular to play music and smoke joints. He had a dog i used to “babysit” every once in a while. Curious as i was i stumbled upon his laundry one day. He had all these hot male tanga underwear with those small side straps. I immediately got aroused and i did try them on. Eventually every time i was there alone, I’d wear his hot undies, and masturbated, and shot my hot load in those tiny tanga panties, and then put them back in the laundry basket. That’s where my fetish was born i think. Ok, maybe not really spandex, but horny anyway i thought 😛
Being the age I am old he says LOL. I was around long before Lycra became common in sportswear in the UK! I was hopeless at sports — I couldn’t kick a football, couldn’t catch a rugby ball, and I was always out first ball at cricket. The male sports teachers at my high school were horrid to us non-sporty types, even to the point of being abusive… but that’s another story, and sadly just how things were in the early 1970s.
Anyway, a young female PE teacher came to the school. My word, she was hot — wearing those very tight-fitting nylon Adidas three-striped stirrup-leg tracksuits of the early 1970s. She was blonde, shapely and very much like the blonde young woman from Abba back then in her good looks. She took charge of us sports no-hopers that the male teachers didn’t want cluttering up their pristine sports fields. Helen was a revelation to me.
She took us off in the school minibus to try all sorts of different sports — from horse riding to dinghy sailing — and eventually we went on a canoe course. I was a chubby lad at 13, all puppy fat and puberty, and so woefully shy. But I turned out to be quite good at canoeing, and after our five-week, one-afternoon-a-week course finished, she called me into her office. She said she was starting a canoe club and that our PE lessons would become part of it. Because I wasn’t bad at it, good even, some might say! And I was a capable swimmer, she wanted me as one of the leaders.
Being painfully shy, I didn’t think I was good enough. Those two male PE teachers had knocked every bit of confidence out of me with all their shouting, hitting me with a plimsoll, and telling me how useless I was.
Helen didn’t give up. Behind my back, she went to see my mum and explained everything. I was close to my mum and trusted her advice, and she persuaded me to join Helen’s new canoe club. My mum even bought me two of those Adidas tight-leg, soft-nylon tracksuits — one sky-blue, one navy. I think they only came in three colours then; the other was bright red.
I remember trying the sky-blue tracksuit bottoms on in my bedroom for the first time. My mum had also bought me some colourful nylon sports briefs to wear under them — completely different from the white saggy Airtex cotton school pants I’d worn since junior school. Being 13 and trying on this new sports gear, I got a huge erection. The track pants and nylon briefs felt amazing. I was hooked.
The canoe club took off and was always oversubscribed — you were lucky to get a place. And little old me was one of the leaders. I lost the puppy fat, found that girls actually liked me now I was sporty and good at something, and I took coaching qualifications with Helen. She became more of a close platonic friend than a teacher.
In my fourth year, I was awarded the school sporting colours, which meant I could wear a special school tie. I still remember walking up in assembly to receive it — the two male PE teachers looking on with glum faces as the “no-hoper” they’d bullied was honoured with one of the school’s biggest sporting awards.
My love of tight gear grew through canoeing — first Ron Hill Tracksters Mid 1970s, then in the late 1970s and early 1980s, the first Ron Hill Lycra running tights. Wow, those were something back then. The rest is history.
I stayed part of the canoe club long after I left school, into my early 20s, helping out whenever I could. And I stayed in a close, platonic friendship with Helen, who later married the history teacher. Sadly, Helen died of cancer a few years ago in her early 60s, and I still miss this inspirational woman. My love of tight Lycra sports gear all grew out of those early experiences — and I still kayak and canoe today. And of course it's a good excuse to wear some tight Lycra gear as well! Kev.
Being the age I am old he says LOL. I was around long before Lycra became common in sportswear in the UK! I was hopeless at sports — I couldn’t kick a football, couldn’t catch a rugby ball, and I was always out first ball at cricket. The male sports teachers at my high school were horrid to us non-sporty types, even to the point of being abusive… but that’s another story, and sadly just how things were in the early 1970s. Anyway, a young female PE teacher came to the school. My word, she was hot — wearing those very tight-fitting nylon Adidas three-striped stirrup-leg tracksuits of the early 1970s. She was blonde, shapely and very much like the blonde young woman from Abba back then in her good looks. She took charge of us sports no-hopers that the male teachers didn’t want cluttering up their pristine sports fields. Helen was a revelation to me. She took us off in the school minibus to try all sorts of different sports — from horse riding to dinghy sailing — and eventually we went on a canoe course. I was a chubby lad at 13, all puppy fat and puberty, and so woefully shy. But I turned out to be quite good at canoeing, and after our five-week, one-afternoon-a-week course finished, she called me into her office. She said she was starting a canoe club and that our PE lessons would become part of it. Because I wasn’t bad at it, good even, some might say! And I was a capable swimmer, she wanted me as one of the leaders. Being painfully shy, I didn’t think I was good enough. Those two male PE teachers had knocked every bit of confidence out of me with all their shouting, hitting me with a plimsoll, and telling me how useless I was. Helen didn’t give up. Behind my back, she went to see my mum and explained everything. I was close to my mum and trusted her advice, and she persuaded me to join Helen’s new canoe club. My mum even bought me two of those Adidas tight-leg, soft-nylon tracksuits — one sky-blue, one navy. I think they only came in three colours then; the other was bright red. I remember trying the sky-blue tracksuit bottoms on in my bedroom for the first time. My mum had also bought me some colourful nylon sports briefs to wear under them — completely different from the white saggy Airtex cotton school pants I’d worn since junior school. Being 13 and trying on this new sports gear, I got a huge erection. The track pants and nylon briefs felt amazing. I was hooked. The canoe club took off and was always oversubscribed — you were lucky to get a place. And little old me was one of the leaders. I lost the puppy fat, found that girls actually liked me now I was sporty and good at something, and I took coaching qualifications with Helen. She became more of a close platonic friend than a teacher. In my fourth year, I was awarded the school sporting colours, which meant I could wear a special school tie. I still remember walking up in assembly to receive it — the two male PE teachers looking on with glum faces as the “no-hoper” they’d bullied was honoured with one of the school’s biggest sporting awards. My love of tight gear grew through canoeing — first Ron Hill Tracksters Mid 1970s, then in the late 1970s and early 1980s, the first Ron Hill Lycra running tights. Wow, those were something back then. The rest is history. I stayed part of the canoe club long after I left school, into my early 20s, helping out whenever I could. And I stayed in a close, platonic friendship with Helen, who later married the history teacher. Sadly, Helen died of cancer a few years ago in her early 60s, and I still miss this inspirational woman. My love of tight Lycra sports gear all grew out of those early experiences — and I still kayak and canoe today. And of course it's a good excuse to wear some tight Lycra gear as well! Kev.
Sometimes it only takes one person who believe in you
When i wear my first lycra i was 13 jears old.I was wednesday afternoon free from school,i was alone in house, went to my sisters sleeproom and looking for sexy dress. Specialy for her beautiful bikini,s.when i dressed me with her sexy purple,green,black printed bikini bottom .i dressed me with it and looking in de big mirror,went than my back to the mirror,and saw my little ass in that beautiful bikini.... wow!!! I saw a verry sexy hot chick,it looks so beauty and hot ,my hart was beating fast, i ...a sexy chick😃 ,when i was 15 i wear a red/brown thight discojeans,i travel whit the train,and wen i came at the staition in the city inmust wait for a train,and saw a older man looking at me, looking at my legs and thight pants,i feeling me uncomfortable! He fellows me everywhere.. i ask him to go away, and to move but he didn,t ... A minute later the train came and i was feeling relieved.When i came at home, i excited about the way that man looks at my red thight pants,then came a horney feeling over me,and i starten to mastrubate in the mirror
I was probably 12, and it was a pair of padded bike shorts (not a bib).. I loved how they felt and loved how they felt on. I eventually discovered you weren't meant to wear underwear with them, so then they felt even better. Came for the first time in them too.. ahh, memories.
When i wear my first lycra i was 13 jears old.I was wednesday afternoon free from school,i was alone in house, went to my sisters sleeproom and looking for sexy dress. Specialy for her beautiful bikini,s.when i dressed me with her sexy purple,green,black printed bikini bottom .i dressed me with it and looking in de big mirror,went than my back to the mirror,and saw my little ass in that beautiful bikini.... wow!!! I saw a verry sexy hot chick,it looks so beauty and hot ,my hart was beating fast, i ...a sexy chick😃 ,when i was 15 i wear a red/brown thight discojeans,i travel whit the train,and wen i came at the staition in the city inmust wait for a train,and saw a older man looking at me, looking at my legs and thight pants,i feeling me uncomfortable! He fellows me everywhere.. i ask him to go away, and to move but he didn,t ... A minute later the train came and i was feeling relieved.When i came at home, i excited about the way that man looks at my red thight pants,then came a horney feeling over me,and i starten to mastrubate in the mirror
Dang, I was a latecomer compared to all of you. I knew it looked good on girls (but stupid on football players, I thought back then) in my teens. But didn't try my first spandex underwear or swimwear until somewhere around 23 or 24. I had just gotten a divorce and finally had a more experimental-minded partner. (And then SHE didn't like me in spandex either, it turned out. I was closer to 30 before I ever had a chance to wear it semi regularly for my own pleasure.)