My Speedo Origin Story

First and foremost I should say that my spandex fetish is pretty specific for speedos. I have no idea why I've latched onto speedos and not other spandex like leggings, thongs, zentai, or whatever, but this is what I'm interested in. The first definitive memory I have being aroused by a speedo was when I was 13 or so and my father had gotten a running catalog- Road Runner Sports- and the catalog had a triathlon page with several pictures of guys in Hind brand speedos. I remember lying on the couch flipping through, hitting that page, and INSTANTLY getting very aroused. I just HAD to sneak that catalog upstairs and I masturbated to those guys in their speedos- I remember it just clicking in ways that nothing else did. So any time my dad would get a Road Runner catalog, I'd sneak it into my little stash of porn mags. During my middle school years and high school I had a chance to acquire a few speedos- they were still commonly sold in stores then- and especially after I started driving. They certainly supplemented- though didn’t yet dominate- my sexual behavior. At the end of high school, I threw out whatever suits I had collected before moving away to go to college (it was probably 3-4 suits then) thinking I’d start fresh and turn a new page without speedos in my life. But it wasn’t long before I started thinking about them again and with the newfound freedom of living far away from home and independently, I really started to collect speedos. I got a mailbox at a third party mailbox store, and I got swim catalogs (Speedo, Tyr, various swim shops across the U.S., the gay-themed catalog called “International Male” and its sister publication called “Undergear”) delivered to that mailbox. The catalogs themselves- chock full of guys in speedos, of course- were fantastic masturbation material, and they had the added benefit of being a source for me to order speedos from. By the end of four years of college I think I’d collected 15 speedos, maybe? Just thinking about a trip to that mailbox place to get a box full of brand new speedos gets me aroused all these years later. I'm sure by the end of college I purged my collection once again in a fit of shame over the fetish. There were a couple of years after college and I honestly don’t remember what my speedo situation was then… I’m pretty sure I had some suits, but I don’t remember how many. Then I went to graduate school, and it was the same thing- speedos definitely came and went through the rotation, but I don’t think I ever had more than a few at a time, and by this time the internet was a thing so I masturbated a lot to suits that I saw for sale on eBay. Occasionally I’d buy one, and occasionally I’d “purge” and throw a bunch out, but nothing really sticks out very distinctly. During 20’s I had my first serious girlfriends, and honestly the thrill and novelty of having sex with a woman frequently made me think a lot less about speedos. I had a collection of them for sure, but I’m sure I’d go weeks or months between masturbating in one. By the time I reached my 30's I think I'd accepted that being attracted to speedos was just part of who I am, and I've had an always-rotating hoard of speedos ever since (now in my 40's). During that time I got married and we had a kid, and for a long time in our marriage, speedos didn't play a very big part, but as we've gotten older her sex drive has diminished and I've started working from home, so my speedo fetish has come back full force. I've got almost 50 suits, I'm always cruising eBay (I get off just looking at speedos and imagining myself wearing one) or Tumblr, Reddit, IG, and now here to masturbate to photos of guys in speedos... I don't even really look at porn any more. I'm usually a hair trigger away from adding another suit to the collection. :) Anyways, that's the story (broadly). I enjoy talking to you guys about fetishes and especially speedos. Glad this place is here.

Great story, how does your wife feel about your speedo obsession?

Great speedo story about just how erotic and powerful spandex or speedos can be and just how addictive it is to us spandex lovers 😀 My exact scenario as your sexy pleasure is wrestling singlets 🙌🙌👌👌💦💦💦

She knows I wear speedos to lap swim in and is present when I wear them to the beach, but I’m fairly certain she has no idea how central they are to my sexual life. I’m afraid to talk to her about it because she’s not really a fan of speedos, even though she’s begrudgingly come to accept that I wear them.

I love wearing Speedo-type swimwear and have a large collection. I have no issue wearing them in public places. Visiting hot pools is a popular pastime here in NZ, and I go a couple of times a month. It's rare, though, that I'd ever see another guy in Speedos. I know my partner doesn't share my same like for Speedos but rarely comments. I have a couple of pairs, though, that draw comments like, "Those are a bit small," and I did once get a comment from another spa guest. 🤭

Let me tell you about "the comment from another spa guest". It's going off topic a bit, but hopefully you won't mind? A few years back I was touring mainland Spain by train. It was a fantastic break, and I will go back some day to take in the sights I didn't see. I took several pairs of swim shorts and Speedos with me.  I'll post pictures of them here when I've finished typing this. I did manage to get to wear them a couple of times in hotel pools and spas. I do love how the Box swim briefs look and fit. On one occasion I went to a hammam for a massage and was brave enough to wear the yellow Box swim briefs, even though all the other men there, young and old, were all wearing swim shorts. It was a mixed spa-type place with various pools, hot tubs, steam rooms and massage rooms. The massage was all very professional and proper, although she did pull my trunks down a bit, uncovering my bottom to avoid getting oil on them. I avoided an erection. 🤭 When I was sitting relaxing in one of the pools after my massage, a woman spoke to me (in English) and said that when I walked in, she at first thought I wasn't wearing anything!! I enjoyed the attention after that! The male changing rooms were tiny, just two shower cubicles and changing cubicles with curtains and about 20 lockers. When I was leaving, I just undressed in the main changing room. Only the younger men seemed to prefer the privacy of the curtained changing rooms. 🤔 I had showered and had a towel around my waist when I discovered I couldn't get my locker open to get my clothes back. I had to wait for around 10 minutes until someone from the hammam eventually managed to force it open! Whilst I waited, I got to ogle all the men getting dressed and undressed. I was quite surprised to see that a lot of the men wore briefs, with just a few older men wearing boxer shorts. No tighty whities though. I spotted that someone had left some swimwear on top of one of the lockers and was about to grab it (there was no one left in the changing room) when their owner returned and retrieved them.  An enjoyable afternoon and some happy memories nonetheless.