My Early Nylon Tricot Origins

Nylon tricot has been a part of my life for so long, I don't really remember where it all began.  I know by age 5  that I wore 5 pairs of my sisters nylon panties and showed them to a 4 year old neighbor girl  Nothing sexual at that age, just curious to know if she got to wear them, too--and she did.  Even at that early age, I wondered about the disparity of how girls got to wear silky panties and boys had to wear cotton briefs.  Of course I had to sneak my sister's panties out of her drawer or sometimes the clothes hamper.  I knew early that there was danger and punishment waiting for me if I was caught.  I'm sure I must have been at some time in those early years--moms know all after all!  

I know that by at least 2nd grade (age 7) I was already masturbating into them.  I was able to fold them in some way that allowed my little cock (hey, I was only 7!) to fit into the double nylon crotch folded over and them use the sides to rub it.  Even at that early age, there was terrible guilt over what I had done and it would be days before I would have the urge to do it again.  I remember also that by 2nd grade, I was already noticing what kind of cotton briefs other guys were wearing.  When I would rub those nylon panties on my hard little cock, I began to think that the boys had to wear cotton underwear and I got to wear silky panties--if only for a few hours or minutes until masturbating made me feel guilty and back on went my cotton briefs like the other boys.  I have often wondered (ok, fantasized) what it would have been like to have had my own nylon panty drawer back then.  To be able to open the drawer and see all my nylon panties folded once the long way and see that double nylon crotch waiting for me to pull it up.  Even then I knew that it felt really good to wear 2 pairs so they slid together.  So by age 5, my getting sexual stimulation and pleasure from nylon panties was already in place.  No desire to wear anything more than panties.  Already a secondary fetish (sort of a "reverse fetish" for cotton briefs.  Not that I wanted to actually wear them, but looking at them while rubbing my little boy cock with my silky panties--even if only for a bit.

This pattern pretty much continued through my early years.  I remember being caught somehow--maybe it was just that I had acquired a permanent stash of my sister's panties and thought I had hidden them.  I guess I hadn't and my dad beat the crap out of me when I was 9.  No, it didn't give me a spanking fetish--lol.  What it did do was make me even better at hiding them (a hole in an old chimney in the basement as I recall).  By 6th grade (age 11) my panty fetish had become more organized.  I could only "do it" every other day and not on Sundays.  The guilt factor was still there, but obviously had been scheduled into my sessions.  I didn't know the word "masturbation" until later.  Because my mom always called them "silk panties" or a "silk panty" rather than the actual nylon, I referred to my act as "silking" for lack of any other term.  I'm going to "silk" today or I am "silking."  Funny, I had no one to tell this word to but myself.

Also, by the time I was 11, I had already made out  chart with boys names on the left (friends or people I had seen like "man in laundromat" and then on the right in columns, the various types of waistbands that indicated what kind of underwear (always white briefs) they were wearing.  BVD, Hanes, JCP red dash, JCP blue dash, Sears, Montgomery Ward--I knew them all and they were promptly recorded.  By then I had discovered that placing a nylon panty on the radiator to warm it up made them slide even better--and make my now growing cock really throb.  Placing a towel over the radiator what faced the toilet, I would hang various types of boys briefs facing me.  Then I would sit on the toilet and rub a panty on my cock while looking at those cotton briefs that boys had to wear--I suppose imagining my wearing nylon panties.

By the time I was 12 - 1/2, I had my first ejaculation--what the hell was that white stuff?  My climax (or whatever I called it then) was more violent and the every other day rule had gone out the window.  I also discovered (now that my little penis no longer fit into the mushroom shaped double crotch of a panty), that putting 2 or 3 panties inside of each other produced a good rubbing sensation that made my silking feel really good!

I think right around that time, someone gave me a subscription to "Boy's Life."  That should make a normal boy out of me.  It was like early porn to me.  While I would normally use 2 hands to silk my cock with, when Boy's Life arrived, I would rub with only one hand while turning the pages.  I can't remember what was such a turn on, but back then it was.  Of course almost everyone remembers the Sears, JCP, and Monkey Wards catalogs.  Just seeing men and boys with those airbrushed, bulgeless, briefs on was enough to send me into an explosion of "white stuff".  Of course that white stuff began to present a problem.  I couldn't replace any of my sister's panties anymore into her drawer or the laundry due to my mass of crusty white stuff.  So keeping my own stash hidden and using 1 or 2 other pairs underneath, I could still blast into my outer pair and keep the inner ones ok to return.  Eventually I set a limit of no more than 5 panties inside each other (why?) when I silked.

By the time I was 13 and allowed to go to the local lake beach on my bicycle, I discovered the changing room.  There was only a men's and women's large concrete room with hooks and benches.  Things were so different back then!  Guys would hang up their clothes with their cotton briefs sometimes under their pants and sometimes showing over their pants on the hooks.  I guess those were the days when we didn't lock our doors either.  Well, taking in my towel, I remember my heart beating 1,000 beats a second when I stole my first pair of cotton briefs from the changing room and hid them in my towel.  I could hardly wait to get home and silk while looking and feeling those freshly worn briefs.  Not doing this too often, I soon discovered it was even more of turn on to watch a guy walking into the room and what he looked like.  I would think of an excuse to go into the room (no problem when I was alone) after the guy had emerged with his swim suit having left his clothes inside on the hook.  I would find the shirt and pants he was wearing and grab his briefs.  They were usually still warm from his wearing them and I had to be really careful not to look at them too much or my boner would really show.  That old hole in the chimney was beginning to fill with my nylon panty and cotton brief collection!

Well, my whole world changed when I was in 10th grade.  I was in the swimming pool locker room at school.  For some reason I opened a locker door (unlocked, of course) that belonged to a swim team member.  I couldn't believe my eyes!!!! It looked like some gold colored nylon tricot hanging there.  Without hesitating 2 seconds, I grabbed them and put them in my locker.  When I got home I took them out with my guy at full attention.  First of all they felt just like panties, there were 2 layers of briefs sewn into one waistband, and unbelievably the 2 layers rubbed together just like wearing 2 layers of panties did.  There was a wider nylon waistband, a drawstring, and a label that said "Ocean Champion 100% NYLON"  What the hell??? Swim team guys got to wear 2 nylon panties that rubbed together in public and not get the crap beat out of them??!!  How was this possible?!  Thus began the newest nylon addition to my fetish, the nylon "tank suit" later known as the Speedo.  Within a week that tank suit had enough loads in it to stand up on its own!  Here are a couple of pictures of guys wearing the older style suits.  The swim team one is before my time, but you can be sure those guys are all wearing the double layer Ocean Champion ones while their cotton briefs are hanging in their lockers--unless I happened to be there!  lol  More on them later...............