Origin story - a family of enablers

posted 3 days ago

3 days ago

My spandex / lycra fetish started when I was only about 9. I am the youngest of 5 brothers and a ton of other male cousins. All of my brothers were wrestlers and one of my cousins was a swimmer and on the football team. At that point, my oldest brother and that cousin were both juniors in high school together. Since I was getting ready to start my athletic career in earnest (wrestling, of course, and football), my cousin gave me a box full of gear he had outgrown. It included compression shorts, jock straps, football pants and pads, and speedos. I remember trying on everything but finding it difficult because I kept getting hard. Almost everything was too big, but finally I put on a pair of compression shorts that fit snug. I looked in the mirror and saw my hard cock in them, which was decent size despite not being fully grown. I instinctively started rubbing my cock and eventually had my first orgasm. I spent a lot of time the next couple years growing into that gear and using it for fun a lot. Then I was gifted the family wrestling singlet, the very first singlet each of my 4 brothers had used. It was well worn and fit like a glove. I practiced with my brothers until I joined the middle school team and was given a set of team singlets and warmup gear. I found wrestling to be tough because of my burgeoning hormones and my developing fascination with gear. But in 8th grade I figured out the solution. That year, I stole a single from brother #4 (1 year older than me and just about to come out as gay) and started loading up that singlet before every practice and meet. It worked, kept me focused, and kept me from boning up. But it had to be routine because the first practice I missed unloading I bricked up and barely got off the mat before I was nutting in my practice singlet. This routine kept me going through high school and college. Though as I got older I discovered there were some guys who liked to help me out with this, including a couple teammates. To this day, I haven't washed the singlet I stole from my brother, which now has hundreds of loads on it from me and other guys. Sadly, bro stole it back from me last year. I hope to get it back soon. But now, I take any opportunity I find to wear and get off in gear, solo or not. Luckily, my boyfriends love seeing me in my gear!