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posted by: Spandexaddict608Note from the author: Hi, my name is Greg. I grew up in Chicago, but now live near Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin. I am 39, single, average height, a bit chubby at the moment, and I have a serious addiction to spandex. Warning: This story is about my first experiences with spandex, I was young. I do not condone underage sex or relationships. That being said, enjoy and I hope to write more soon. If you enjoy, feel free to write me if you’re interested in chatting more about what we like. This story is an expansion of what is already in my profile, this will be more explicit. My spandex curiosity is as old as I am, I feel like. I was always curious about guys in tight stuff from an early age. First was super heroes, I loved the way the costumes looked on guys, I knew it must have felt good too. My first firsthand experience with spandex was when I was only 10. My friend was a swimmer, his parents made sure their kids were athletes and exceptional students. I went over to his house to hang out and play in their huge pool. I changed into my regular swim trunks and met my friend out at the pool. To my surprise, he was in a tight speedo that accented his perfect athletic body, nice round bubble butt, already developing abs a little, and his package was impressive for that age. Something in my head went off, I started thinking about touching his speedo, running my hand over the sides of them, feeling his smooth body, gliding towards the mound pushing the spandex out, looking perfect. I was so curious that it became all that I thought about. I eventually figured out a way to go from just a speedo observer to a speedo wearer. I told my parents that I wanted to take swim lessons at the YMCA. Then, I convinced them that I was very serious about this endeavor and therefor needed speedos. Back then there were still Speedo stores at the mall. My speedo store was at the Oak Brook Mall in Oak Brook, IL. I grew up in Chicago btw. I remember how nervous I was to go into a store full of tight speedos. We walked in and the smell of new spandex hit me like a ton of bricks, it hooked me. I noticed on the ceiling there was an upside down pool and mannequins hung from the ceiling to look like they were swimming. The male one had a perfect body, was in a tight speedo, and had a bulge that I wanted. My mind started to fantasize a bit, thinking about touching that big speedo bulge. I looked at the speedos, running my fingers in the fabric, wanting to put them all on. I picked two with the help of a sales guy who was also attractive (if I remember correctly). I tried on a few sizes with the help of the sales guy. He handed me a few, I would come out he would look at me, feel if the speedo was too lose and send me in with a tighter, smaller one. I walked out in it (it was a brighter blue), he said “much better”. He had me turn while he looked. He felt the waist/side of my speedo, pulling the draw strings. He then ran his hand over the waist again, but this time he lingered. He said he was going to make sure everything else is good. I felt his hand on my speedo ass, I felt electric surge through me). As he did that, his other hand moved to my speedo bulge. I remember the feeling, I was in a trance. I felt him give my bulge a squeeze. He let out a little moan I think. His fly was undone on his beige pants and I saw a red speedo bulge bigger than the one on the mannequin. Maybe I will leave that for a different story time, if this one doesn’t cause issues. He picked out for me the American flag speedo with a navy blue back, and a green solid speedo. Trying them on at home was hot, I was hooked when I felt the spandex slide across my smooth young skin. A few weeks into swimming I was at home and in my room when I decided to put a speedo on. It felt so good, I noticed my speedo bulge growing a bit. Ideas and curiosity ran through my head. I came up with an idea to stuff my long underwear shirt and bottoms with pillows and blankets to create a speedo dummy. I then stuffed its speedo bulge to make it big and round. I put on a speedo too and just ran my hands over the dummies bulge and ass. I got hard and my instincts kicked in. Before I knew it I was on top of the dummy, grinding my bulge against his, it felt amazing, I went faster, not thinking. The spandex against my cock felt so good. I had no idea what I was doing to myself, but I felt a little energy shoot through me each time speedos or spandex were mentioned or worn by a guy. I continued my humping of the speedo dummy I made, who I named Billy. It was only after a few months that I try doing it for longer and longer. By that time I had more speedos. I had perfected my speedo dummy, his bulge and ass were perfect. After doing that for a while, my stamina built up, I liked humping in my speedos. One day I slid on my galaxy patterned speedo, Billy was in my american flag speedo. I got on top of him and started grinding my bulge into his, it felt so good. My young hairless cock and balls sliding against the spandex, feeling Billy’s bulge push on mine, feeling his round ass. Then a rush of energy shot through me, my young cock twitched for what felt for hours. When I came down from this high and moaning “OHH Billy” I got up and opened my speedo, there was a big puddle of thick white cream inside. I smelled it, I was in shock, I had no idea what happened, but I loved it. For the next 3 decades my spandex fetish has grown, it has a hold on me that I have challenged many times due to lack of spandex buds which made me feel like I was doing something weird. I have fully embraced my spandex fetish now, I am hornier and blow big loads in my spandex all the time. Life and sex are boring without spandex. I find my spandex fetish drives me to push my limits, fantasize about crazy spandex adventures, crave spandex bulges whenever I see one, and think about my first spandex experience, my first load and, dare I say it, thinking about my young boy spandex bulge throbbing in spandex. If you like, let me know, message me, lets chat… I may write more
posted by: Spandexaddict608Note from the author: Hi, my name is Greg. I grew up in Chicago, but now live near Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin. I am 39, single, average height, a bit chubby at the moment, and I have a serious addiction to spandex. Warning: This story is about my first experiences with spandex, I was young. I do not condone underage sex or relationships. That being said, enjoy and I hope to write more soon. If you enjoy, feel free to write me if you’re interested in chatting more about what we like. This story is an expansion of what is already in my profile, this will be more explicit. My spandex curiosity is as old as I am, I feel like. I was always curious about guys in tight stuff from an early age. First was super heroes, I loved the way the costumes looked on guys, I knew it must have felt good too. My first firsthand experience with spandex was when I was only 10. My friend was a swimmer, his parents made sure their kids were athletes and exceptional students. I went over to his house to hang out and play in their huge pool. I changed into my regular swim trunks and met my friend out at the pool. To my surprise, he was in a tight speedo that accented his perfect athletic body, nice round bubble butt, already developing abs a little, and his package was impressive for that age. Something in my head went off, I started thinking about touching his speedo, running my hand over the sides of them, feeling his smooth body, gliding towards the mound pushing the spandex out, looking perfect. I was so curious that it became all that I thought about. I eventually figured out a way to go from just a speedo observer to a speedo wearer. I told my parents that I wanted to take swim lessons at the YMCA. Then, I convinced them that I was very serious about this endeavor and therefor needed speedos. Back then there were still Speedo stores at the mall. My speedo store was at the Oak Brook Mall in Oak Brook, IL. I grew up in Chicago btw. I remember how nervous I was to go into a store full of tight speedos. We walked in and the smell of new spandex hit me like a ton of bricks, it hooked me. I noticed on the ceiling there was an upside down pool and mannequins hung from the ceiling to look like they were swimming. The male one had a perfect body, was in a tight speedo, and had a bulge that I wanted. My mind started to fantasize a bit, thinking about touching that big speedo bulge. I looked at the speedos, running my fingers in the fabric, wanting to put them all on. I picked two with the help of a sales guy who was also attractive (if I remember correctly). I tried on a few sizes with the help of the sales guy. He handed me a few, I would come out he would look at me, feel if the speedo was too lose and send me in with a tighter, smaller one. I walked out in it (it was a brighter blue), he said “much better”. He had me turn while he looked. He felt the waist/side of my speedo, pulling the draw strings. He then ran his hand over the waist again, but this time he lingered. He said he was going to make sure everything else is good. I felt his hand on my speedo ass, I felt electric surge through me). As he did that, his other hand moved to my speedo bulge. I remember the feeling, I was in a trance. I felt him give my bulge a squeeze. He let out a little moan I think. His fly was undone on his beige pants and I saw a red speedo bulge bigger than the one on the mannequin. Maybe I will leave that for a different story time, if this one doesn’t cause issues. He picked out for me the American flag speedo with a navy blue back, and a green solid speedo. Trying them on at home was hot, I was hooked when I felt the spandex slide across my smooth young skin. A few weeks into swimming I was at home and in my room when I decided to put a speedo on. It felt so good, I noticed my speedo bulge growing a bit. Ideas and curiosity ran through my head. I came up with an idea to stuff my long underwear shirt and bottoms with pillows and blankets to create a speedo dummy. I then stuffed its speedo bulge to make it big and round. I put on a speedo too and just ran my hands over the dummies bulge and ass. I got hard and my instincts kicked in. Before I knew it I was on top of the dummy, grinding my bulge against his, it felt amazing, I went faster, not thinking. The spandex against my cock felt so good. I had no idea what I was doing to myself, but I felt a little energy shoot through me each time speedos or spandex were mentioned or worn by a guy. I continued my humping of the speedo dummy I made, who I named Billy. It was only after a few months that I try doing it for longer and longer. By that time I had more speedos. I had perfected my speedo dummy, his bulge and ass were perfect. After doing that for a while, my stamina built up, I liked humping in my speedos. One day I slid on my galaxy patterned speedo, Billy was in my american flag speedo. I got on top of him and started grinding my bulge into his, it felt so good. My young hairless cock and balls sliding against the spandex, feeling Billy’s bulge push on mine, feeling his round ass. Then a rush of energy shot through me, my young cock twitched for what felt for hours. When I came down from this high and moaning “OHH Billy” I got up and opened my speedo, there was a big puddle of thick white cream inside. I smelled it, I was in shock, I had no idea what happened, but I loved it. For the next 3 decades my spandex fetish has grown, it has a hold on me that I have challenged many times due to lack of spandex buds which made me feel like I was doing something weird. I have fully embraced my spandex fetish now, I am hornier and blow big loads in my spandex all the time. Life and sex are boring without spandex. I find my spandex fetish drives me to push my limits, fantasize about crazy spandex adventures, crave spandex bulges whenever I see one, and think about my first spandex experience, my first load and, dare I say it, thinking about my young boy spandex bulge throbbing in spandex. If you like, let me know, message me, lets chat… I may write more
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posted by: Spandexaddict608Note from the author: Hi, my name is Greg. I grew up in Chicago, but now live near Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin. I am 39, single, average height, a bit chubby at the moment, and I have a serious addiction to spandex. Warning: This story is about my first experiences with spandex, I was young. I do not condone underage sex or relationships. That being said, enjoy and I hope to write more soon. If you enjoy, feel free to write me if you’re interested in chatting more about what we like. This story is an expansion of what is already in my profile, this will be more explicit. My spandex curiosity is as old as I am, I feel like. I was always curious about guys in tight stuff from an early age. First was super heroes, I loved the way the costumes looked on guys, I knew it must have felt good too. My first firsthand experience with spandex was when I was only 10. My friend was a swimmer, his parents made sure their kids were athletes and exceptional students. I went over to his house to hang out and play in their huge pool. I changed into my regular swim trunks and met my friend out at the pool. To my surprise, he was in a tight speedo that accented his perfect athletic body, nice round bubble butt, already developing abs a little, and his package was impressive for that age. Something in my head went off, I started thinking about touching his speedo, running my hand over the sides of them, feeling his smooth body, gliding towards the mound pushing the spandex out, looking perfect. I was so curious that it became all that I thought about. I eventually figured out a way to go from just a speedo observer to a speedo wearer. I told my parents that I wanted to take swim lessons at the YMCA. Then, I convinced them that I was very serious about this endeavor and therefor needed speedos. Back then there were still Speedo stores at the mall. My speedo store was at the Oak Brook Mall in Oak Brook, IL. I grew up in Chicago btw. I remember how nervous I was to go into a store full of tight speedos. We walked in and the smell of new spandex hit me like a ton of bricks, it hooked me. I noticed on the ceiling there was an upside down pool and mannequins hung from the ceiling to look like they were swimming. The male one had a perfect body, was in a tight speedo, and had a bulge that I wanted. My mind started to fantasize a bit, thinking about touching that big speedo bulge. I looked at the speedos, running my fingers in the fabric, wanting to put them all on. I picked two with the help of a sales guy who was also attractive (if I remember correctly). I tried on a few sizes with the help of the sales guy. He handed me a few, I would come out he would look at me, feel if the speedo was too lose and send me in with a tighter, smaller one. I walked out in it (it was a brighter blue), he said “much better”. He had me turn while he looked. He felt the waist/side of my speedo, pulling the draw strings. He then ran his hand over the waist again, but this time he lingered. He said he was going to make sure everything else is good. I felt his hand on my speedo ass, I felt electric surge through me). As he did that, his other hand moved to my speedo bulge. I remember the feeling, I was in a trance. I felt him give my bulge a squeeze. He let out a little moan I think. His fly was undone on his beige pants and I saw a red speedo bulge bigger than the one on the mannequin. Maybe I will leave that for a different story time, if this one doesn’t cause issues. He picked out for me the American flag speedo with a navy blue back, and a green solid speedo. Trying them on at home was hot, I was hooked when I felt the spandex slide across my smooth young skin. A few weeks into swimming I was at home and in my room when I decided to put a speedo on. It felt so good, I noticed my speedo bulge growing a bit. Ideas and curiosity ran through my head. I came up with an idea to stuff my long underwear shirt and bottoms with pillows and blankets to create a speedo dummy. I then stuffed its speedo bulge to make it big and round. I put on a speedo too and just ran my hands over the dummies bulge and ass. I got hard and my instincts kicked in. Before I knew it I was on top of the dummy, grinding my bulge against his, it felt amazing, I went faster, not thinking. The spandex against my cock felt so good. I had no idea what I was doing to myself, but I felt a little energy shoot through me each time speedos or spandex were mentioned or worn by a guy. I continued my humping of the speedo dummy I made, who I named Billy. It was only after a few months that I try doing it for longer and longer. By that time I had more speedos. I had perfected my speedo dummy, his bulge and ass were perfect. After doing that for a while, my stamina built up, I liked humping in my speedos. One day I slid on my galaxy patterned speedo, Billy was in my american flag speedo. I got on top of him and started grinding my bulge into his, it felt so good. My young hairless cock and balls sliding against the spandex, feeling Billy’s bulge push on mine, feeling his round ass. Then a rush of energy shot through me, my young cock twitched for what felt for hours. When I came down from this high and moaning “OHH Billy” I got up and opened my speedo, there was a big puddle of thick white cream inside. I smelled it, I was in shock, I had no idea what happened, but I loved it. For the next 3 decades my spandex fetish has grown, it has a hold on me that I have challenged many times due to lack of spandex buds which made me feel like I was doing something weird. I have fully embraced my spandex fetish now, I am hornier and blow big loads in my spandex all the time. Life and sex are boring without spandex. I find my spandex fetish drives me to push my limits, fantasize about crazy spandex adventures, crave spandex bulges whenever I see one, and think about my first spandex experience, my first load and, dare I say it, thinking about my young boy spandex bulge throbbing in spandex. If you like, let me know, message me, lets chat… I may write more
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posted by: Spandexaddict608Note from the author: Hi, my name is Greg. I grew up in Chicago, but now live near Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin. I am 39, single, average height, a bit chubby at the moment, and I have a serious addiction to spandex. Warning: This story is about my first experiences with spandex, I was young. I do not condone underage sex or relationships. That being said, enjoy and I hope to write more soon. If you enjoy, feel free to write me if you’re interested in chatting more about what we like. This story is an expansion of what is already in my profile, this will be more explicit. My spandex curiosity is as old as I am, I feel like. I was always curious about guys in tight stuff from an early age. First was super heroes, I loved the way the costumes looked on guys, I knew it must have felt good too. My first firsthand experience with spandex was when I was only 10. My friend was a swimmer, his parents made sure their kids were athletes and exceptional students. I went over to his house to hang out and play in their huge pool. I changed into my regular swim trunks and met my friend out at the pool. To my surprise, he was in a tight speedo that accented his perfect athletic body, nice round bubble butt, already developing abs a little, and his package was impressive for that age. Something in my head went off, I started thinking about touching his speedo, running my hand over the sides of them, feeling his smooth body, gliding towards the mound pushing the spandex out, looking perfect. I was so curious that it became all that I thought about. I eventually figured out a way to go from just a speedo observer to a speedo wearer. I told my parents that I wanted to take swim lessons at the YMCA. Then, I convinced them that I was very serious about this endeavor and therefor needed speedos. Back then there were still Speedo stores at the mall. My speedo store was at the Oak Brook Mall in Oak Brook, IL. I grew up in Chicago btw. I remember how nervous I was to go into a store full of tight speedos. We walked in and the smell of new spandex hit me like a ton of bricks, it hooked me. I noticed on the ceiling there was an upside down pool and mannequins hung from the ceiling to look like they were swimming. The male one had a perfect body, was in a tight speedo, and had a bulge that I wanted. My mind started to fantasize a bit, thinking about touching that big speedo bulge. I looked at the speedos, running my fingers in the fabric, wanting to put them all on. I picked two with the help of a sales guy who was also attractive (if I remember correctly). I tried on a few sizes with the help of the sales guy. He handed me a few, I would come out he would look at me, feel if the speedo was too lose and send me in with a tighter, smaller one. I walked out in it (it was a brighter blue), he said “much better”. He had me turn while he looked. He felt the waist/side of my speedo, pulling the draw strings. He then ran his hand over the waist again, but this time he lingered. He said he was going to make sure everything else is good. I felt his hand on my speedo ass, I felt electric surge through me). As he did that, his other hand moved to my speedo bulge. I remember the feeling, I was in a trance. I felt him give my bulge a squeeze. He let out a little moan I think. His fly was undone on his beige pants and I saw a red speedo bulge bigger than the one on the mannequin. Maybe I will leave that for a different story time, if this one doesn’t cause issues. He picked out for me the American flag speedo with a navy blue back, and a green solid speedo. Trying them on at home was hot, I was hooked when I felt the spandex slide across my smooth young skin. A few weeks into swimming I was at home and in my room when I decided to put a speedo on. It felt so good, I noticed my speedo bulge growing a bit. Ideas and curiosity ran through my head. I came up with an idea to stuff my long underwear shirt and bottoms with pillows and blankets to create a speedo dummy. I then stuffed its speedo bulge to make it big and round. I put on a speedo too and just ran my hands over the dummies bulge and ass. I got hard and my instincts kicked in. Before I knew it I was on top of the dummy, grinding my bulge against his, it felt amazing, I went faster, not thinking. The spandex against my cock felt so good. I had no idea what I was doing to myself, but I felt a little energy shoot through me each time speedos or spandex were mentioned or worn by a guy. I continued my humping of the speedo dummy I made, who I named Billy. It was only after a few months that I try doing it for longer and longer. By that time I had more speedos. I had perfected my speedo dummy, his bulge and ass were perfect. After doing that for a while, my stamina built up, I liked humping in my speedos. One day I slid on my galaxy patterned speedo, Billy was in my american flag speedo. I got on top of him and started grinding my bulge into his, it felt so good. My young hairless cock and balls sliding against the spandex, feeling Billy’s bulge push on mine, feeling his round ass. Then a rush of energy shot through me, my young cock twitched for what felt for hours. When I came down from this high and moaning “OHH Billy” I got up and opened my speedo, there was a big puddle of thick white cream inside. I smelled it, I was in shock, I had no idea what happened, but I loved it. For the next 3 decades my spandex fetish has grown, it has a hold on me that I have challenged many times due to lack of spandex buds which made me feel like I was doing something weird. I have fully embraced my spandex fetish now, I am hornier and blow big loads in my spandex all the time. Life and sex are boring without spandex. I find my spandex fetish drives me to push my limits, fantasize about crazy spandex adventures, crave spandex bulges whenever I see one, and think about my first spandex experience, my first load and, dare I say it, thinking about my young boy spandex bulge throbbing in spandex. If you like, let me know, message me, lets chat… I may write more
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posted by: NylonandLycrathis is so hot i've messaged youposted by: Spandexaddict608Note from the author: Hi, my name is Greg. I grew up in Chicago, but now live near Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin. I am 39, single, average height, a bit chubby at the moment, and I have a serious addiction to spandex. Warning: This story is about my first experiences with spandex, I was young. I do not condone underage sex or relationships. That being said, enjoy and I hope to write more soon. If you enjoy, feel free to write me if you’re interested in chatting more about what we like. This story is an expansion of what is already in my profile, this will be more explicit. My spandex curiosity is as old as I am, I feel like. I was always curious about guys in tight stuff from an early age. First was super heroes, I loved the way the costumes looked on guys, I knew it must have felt good too. My first firsthand experience with spandex was when I was only 10. My friend was a swimmer, his parents made sure their kids were athletes and exceptional students. I went over to his house to hang out and play in their huge pool. I changed into my regular swim trunks and met my friend out at the pool. To my surprise, he was in a tight speedo that accented his perfect athletic body, nice round bubble butt, already developing abs a little, and his package was impressive for that age. Something in my head went off, I started thinking about touching his speedo, running my hand over the sides of them, feeling his smooth body, gliding towards the mound pushing the spandex out, looking perfect. I was so curious that it became all that I thought about. I eventually figured out a way to go from just a speedo observer to a speedo wearer. I told my parents that I wanted to take swim lessons at the YMCA. Then, I convinced them that I was very serious about this endeavor and therefor needed speedos. Back then there were still Speedo stores at the mall. My speedo store was at the Oak Brook Mall in Oak Brook, IL. I grew up in Chicago btw. I remember how nervous I was to go into a store full of tight speedos. We walked in and the smell of new spandex hit me like a ton of bricks, it hooked me. I noticed on the ceiling there was an upside down pool and mannequins hung from the ceiling to look like they were swimming. The male one had a perfect body, was in a tight speedo, and had a bulge that I wanted. My mind started to fantasize a bit, thinking about touching that big speedo bulge. I looked at the speedos, running my fingers in the fabric, wanting to put them all on. I picked two with the help of a sales guy who was also attractive (if I remember correctly). I tried on a few sizes with the help of the sales guy. He handed me a few, I would come out he would look at me, feel if the speedo was too lose and send me in with a tighter, smaller one. I walked out in it (it was a brighter blue), he said “much better”. He had me turn while he looked. He felt the waist/side of my speedo, pulling the draw strings. He then ran his hand over the waist again, but this time he lingered. He said he was going to make sure everything else is good. I felt his hand on my speedo ass, I felt electric surge through me). As he did that, his other hand moved to my speedo bulge. I remember the feeling, I was in a trance. I felt him give my bulge a squeeze. He let out a little moan I think. His fly was undone on his beige pants and I saw a red speedo bulge bigger than the one on the mannequin. Maybe I will leave that for a different story time, if this one doesn’t cause issues. He picked out for me the American flag speedo with a navy blue back, and a green solid speedo. Trying them on at home was hot, I was hooked when I felt the spandex slide across my smooth young skin. A few weeks into swimming I was at home and in my room when I decided to put a speedo on. It felt so good, I noticed my speedo bulge growing a bit. Ideas and curiosity ran through my head. I came up with an idea to stuff my long underwear shirt and bottoms with pillows and blankets to create a speedo dummy. I then stuffed its speedo bulge to make it big and round. I put on a speedo too and just ran my hands over the dummies bulge and ass. I got hard and my instincts kicked in. Before I knew it I was on top of the dummy, grinding my bulge against his, it felt amazing, I went faster, not thinking. The spandex against my cock felt so good. I had no idea what I was doing to myself, but I felt a little energy shoot through me each time speedos or spandex were mentioned or worn by a guy. I continued my humping of the speedo dummy I made, who I named Billy. It was only after a few months that I try doing it for longer and longer. By that time I had more speedos. I had perfected my speedo dummy, his bulge and ass were perfect. After doing that for a while, my stamina built up, I liked humping in my speedos. One day I slid on my galaxy patterned speedo, Billy was in my american flag speedo. I got on top of him and started grinding my bulge into his, it felt so good. My young hairless cock and balls sliding against the spandex, feeling Billy’s bulge push on mine, feeling his round ass. Then a rush of energy shot through me, my young cock twitched for what felt for hours. When I came down from this high and moaning “OHH Billy” I got up and opened my speedo, there was a big puddle of thick white cream inside. I smelled it, I was in shock, I had no idea what happened, but I loved it. For the next 3 decades my spandex fetish has grown, it has a hold on me that I have challenged many times due to lack of spandex buds which made me feel like I was doing something weird. I have fully embraced my spandex fetish now, I am hornier and blow big loads in my spandex all the time. Life and sex are boring without spandex. I find my spandex fetish drives me to push my limits, fantasize about crazy spandex adventures, crave spandex bulges whenever I see one, and think about my first spandex experience, my first load and, dare I say it, thinking about my young boy spandex bulge throbbing in spandex. If you like, let me know, message me, lets chat… I may write more
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posted by: Lycrafantastic anecdote! Loved it!!! I guess we all have similar experiences or fantasies. Mine was when I used to go to a swimwear store near the beach in Cape Town. It was a store that kept all types of swimwear… I always made as if I was not sure what size I was and always made sure I was semi flaccid. The gay gentleman that worked/owned the store was always very helpful and honest. I used to ask him to feel me up and he obliged! He always got a good sale out of me that’s for sure!posted by: Spandexaddict608Note from the author: Hi, my name is Greg. I grew up in Chicago, but now live near Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin. I am 39, single, average height, a bit chubby at the moment, and I have a serious addiction to spandex. Warning: This story is about my first experiences with spandex, I was young. I do not condone underage sex or relationships. That being said, enjoy and I hope to write more soon. If you enjoy, feel free to write me if you’re interested in chatting more about what we like. This story is an expansion of what is already in my profile, this will be more explicit. My spandex curiosity is as old as I am, I feel like. I was always curious about guys in tight stuff from an early age. First was super heroes, I loved the way the costumes looked on guys, I knew it must have felt good too. My first firsthand experience with spandex was when I was only 10. My friend was a swimmer, his parents made sure their kids were athletes and exceptional students. I went over to his house to hang out and play in their huge pool. I changed into my regular swim trunks and met my friend out at the pool. To my surprise, he was in a tight speedo that accented his perfect athletic body, nice round bubble butt, already developing abs a little, and his package was impressive for that age. Something in my head went off, I started thinking about touching his speedo, running my hand over the sides of them, feeling his smooth body, gliding towards the mound pushing the spandex out, looking perfect. I was so curious that it became all that I thought about. I eventually figured out a way to go from just a speedo observer to a speedo wearer. I told my parents that I wanted to take swim lessons at the YMCA. Then, I convinced them that I was very serious about this endeavor and therefor needed speedos. Back then there were still Speedo stores at the mall. My speedo store was at the Oak Brook Mall in Oak Brook, IL. I grew up in Chicago btw. I remember how nervous I was to go into a store full of tight speedos. We walked in and the smell of new spandex hit me like a ton of bricks, it hooked me. I noticed on the ceiling there was an upside down pool and mannequins hung from the ceiling to look like they were swimming. The male one had a perfect body, was in a tight speedo, and had a bulge that I wanted. My mind started to fantasize a bit, thinking about touching that big speedo bulge. I looked at the speedos, running my fingers in the fabric, wanting to put them all on. I picked two with the help of a sales guy who was also attractive (if I remember correctly). I tried on a few sizes with the help of the sales guy. He handed me a few, I would come out he would look at me, feel if the speedo was too lose and send me in with a tighter, smaller one. I walked out in it (it was a brighter blue), he said “much better”. He had me turn while he looked. He felt the waist/side of my speedo, pulling the draw strings. He then ran his hand over the waist again, but this time he lingered. He said he was going to make sure everything else is good. I felt his hand on my speedo ass, I felt electric surge through me). As he did that, his other hand moved to my speedo bulge. I remember the feeling, I was in a trance. I felt him give my bulge a squeeze. He let out a little moan I think. His fly was undone on his beige pants and I saw a red speedo bulge bigger than the one on the mannequin. Maybe I will leave that for a different story time, if this one doesn’t cause issues. He picked out for me the American flag speedo with a navy blue back, and a green solid speedo. Trying them on at home was hot, I was hooked when I felt the spandex slide across my smooth young skin. A few weeks into swimming I was at home and in my room when I decided to put a speedo on. It felt so good, I noticed my speedo bulge growing a bit. Ideas and curiosity ran through my head. I came up with an idea to stuff my long underwear shirt and bottoms with pillows and blankets to create a speedo dummy. I then stuffed its speedo bulge to make it big and round. I put on a speedo too and just ran my hands over the dummies bulge and ass. I got hard and my instincts kicked in. Before I knew it I was on top of the dummy, grinding my bulge against his, it felt amazing, I went faster, not thinking. The spandex against my cock felt so good. I had no idea what I was doing to myself, but I felt a little energy shoot through me each time speedos or spandex were mentioned or worn by a guy. I continued my humping of the speedo dummy I made, who I named Billy. It was only after a few months that I try doing it for longer and longer. By that time I had more speedos. I had perfected my speedo dummy, his bulge and ass were perfect. After doing that for a while, my stamina built up, I liked humping in my speedos. One day I slid on my galaxy patterned speedo, Billy was in my american flag speedo. I got on top of him and started grinding my bulge into his, it felt so good. My young hairless cock and balls sliding against the spandex, feeling Billy’s bulge push on mine, feeling his round ass. Then a rush of energy shot through me, my young cock twitched for what felt for hours. When I came down from this high and moaning “OHH Billy” I got up and opened my speedo, there was a big puddle of thick white cream inside. I smelled it, I was in shock, I had no idea what happened, but I loved it. For the next 3 decades my spandex fetish has grown, it has a hold on me that I have challenged many times due to lack of spandex buds which made me feel like I was doing something weird. I have fully embraced my spandex fetish now, I am hornier and blow big loads in my spandex all the time. Life and sex are boring without spandex. I find my spandex fetish drives me to push my limits, fantasize about crazy spandex adventures, crave spandex bulges whenever I see one, and think about my first spandex experience, my first load and, dare I say it, thinking about my young boy spandex bulge throbbing in spandex. If you like, let me know, message me, lets chat… I may write more
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posted by: bob20978Loving this thread, thank you all for your stories. I definitely felt the urge to touch smooth shiny materials from a young age. I was always interested in skisuits and other bright artifical fabrics. For some reason we had my cousin's skiing outfit, which combined a nylon-lined skijacket with some kind of heavy thick lycra ski bibs that were very tight on my legs. I used to try it on when no-one was looking. Then came the smooth nylon of sleeping bags, which I would turn inside out and slip inside to avoid the boring cotton lining. I think I was into down jackets before I was into lycra. I didn't get my hands on lycra until I finally scored a rowing suit when I was maybe 16. I'd ogled and lusted after the shiny suits the rowers at my school wore since I'd first laid eyes on them, in fact the whole of the team kit from the wellies to the crinkly nylon waterproofs were objects of desire for me. Slipping into lycra for the first time had my knees literally trembling. I'd love to have that feeling again!
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posted by: Spandexaddict608Note from the author: Hi, my name is Greg. I grew up in Chicago, but now live near Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin. I am 39, single, average height, a bit chubby at the moment, and I have a serious addiction to spandex. Warning: This story is about my first experiences with spandex, I was young. I do not condone underage sex or relationships. That being said, enjoy and I hope to write more soon. If you enjoy, feel free to write me if you’re interested in chatting more about what we like. This story is an expansion of what is already in my profile, this will be more explicit. My spandex curiosity is as old as I am, I feel like. I was always curious about guys in tight stuff from an early age. First was super heroes, I loved the way the costumes looked on guys, I knew it must have felt good too. My first firsthand experience with spandex was when I was only 10. My friend was a swimmer, his parents made sure their kids were athletes and exceptional students. I went over to his house to hang out and play in their huge pool. I changed into my regular swim trunks and met my friend out at the pool. To my surprise, he was in a tight speedo that accented his perfect athletic body, nice round bubble butt, already developing abs a little, and his package was impressive for that age. Something in my head went off, I started thinking about touching his speedo, running my hand over the sides of them, feeling his smooth body, gliding towards the mound pushing the spandex out, looking perfect. I was so curious that it became all that I thought about. I eventually figured out a way to go from just a speedo observer to a speedo wearer. I told my parents that I wanted to take swim lessons at the YMCA. Then, I convinced them that I was very serious about this endeavor and therefor needed speedos. Back then there were still Speedo stores at the mall. My speedo store was at the Oak Brook Mall in Oak Brook, IL. I grew up in Chicago btw. I remember how nervous I was to go into a store full of tight speedos. We walked in and the smell of new spandex hit me like a ton of bricks, it hooked me. I noticed on the ceiling there was an upside down pool and mannequins hung from the ceiling to look like they were swimming. The male one had a perfect body, was in a tight speedo, and had a bulge that I wanted. My mind started to fantasize a bit, thinking about touching that big speedo bulge. I looked at the speedos, running my fingers in the fabric, wanting to put them all on. I picked two with the help of a sales guy who was also attractive (if I remember correctly). I tried on a few sizes with the help of the sales guy. He handed me a few, I would come out he would look at me, feel if the speedo was too lose and send me in with a tighter, smaller one. I walked out in it (it was a brighter blue), he said “much better”. He had me turn while he looked. He felt the waist/side of my speedo, pulling the draw strings. He then ran his hand over the waist again, but this time he lingered. He said he was going to make sure everything else is good. I felt his hand on my speedo ass, I felt electric surge through me). As he did that, his other hand moved to my speedo bulge. I remember the feeling, I was in a trance. I felt him give my bulge a squeeze. He let out a little moan I think. His fly was undone on his beige pants and I saw a red speedo bulge bigger than the one on the mannequin. Maybe I will leave that for a different story time, if this one doesn’t cause issues. He picked out for me the American flag speedo with a navy blue back, and a green solid speedo. Trying them on at home was hot, I was hooked when I felt the spandex slide across my smooth young skin. A few weeks into swimming I was at home and in my room when I decided to put a speedo on. It felt so good, I noticed my speedo bulge growing a bit. Ideas and curiosity ran through my head. I came up with an idea to stuff my long underwear shirt and bottoms with pillows and blankets to create a speedo dummy. I then stuffed its speedo bulge to make it big and round. I put on a speedo too and just ran my hands over the dummies bulge and ass. I got hard and my instincts kicked in. Before I knew it I was on top of the dummy, grinding my bulge against his, it felt amazing, I went faster, not thinking. The spandex against my cock felt so good. I had no idea what I was doing to myself, but I felt a little energy shoot through me each time speedos or spandex were mentioned or worn by a guy. I continued my humping of the speedo dummy I made, who I named Billy. It was only after a few months that I try doing it for longer and longer. By that time I had more speedos. I had perfected my speedo dummy, his bulge and ass were perfect. After doing that for a while, my stamina built up, I liked humping in my speedos. One day I slid on my galaxy patterned speedo, Billy was in my american flag speedo. I got on top of him and started grinding my bulge into his, it felt so good. My young hairless cock and balls sliding against the spandex, feeling Billy’s bulge push on mine, feeling his round ass. Then a rush of energy shot through me, my young cock twitched for what felt for hours. When I came down from this high and moaning “OHH Billy” I got up and opened my speedo, there was a big puddle of thick white cream inside. I smelled it, I was in shock, I had no idea what happened, but I loved it. For the next 3 decades my spandex fetish has grown, it has a hold on me that I have challenged many times due to lack of spandex buds which made me feel like I was doing something weird. I have fully embraced my spandex fetish now, I am hornier and blow big loads in my spandex all the time. Life and sex are boring without spandex. I find my spandex fetish drives me to push my limits, fantasize about crazy spandex adventures, crave spandex bulges whenever I see one, and think about my first spandex experience, my first load and, dare I say it, thinking about my young boy spandex bulge throbbing in spandex. If you like, let me know, message me, lets chat… I may write more
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