Filling in the "Gap Years" With More Nylon Tricot: Between Panties and Mormon Garments

If nothing else. you sure get some interesting titles on this blog!  Being a post war Baby Boomer, my timing could not have been better for The Great Age of Nylon Tricot--unfortunately my location of birth vs. the availability of nylon was not the best.  However, being hooked by age 5, it obviously wasn't too isolated for my fetish to begin in spite of the harsh results.

There is a book that kept turning up in my nylon searches on eBay called "Nylon Kid of the North".  Since I was also a nylon kid of the north in Minnesota, I wondered what I would have in common with someone born in Northern England thinking it was a book about nylon?  The most intriguing part o the book is on the back cover:  "The Co-Op, bless them, sold a wide variety of items made of nylon.  Never mind the Milky Bar Kid, I was the Nylon Kid of the North:  socks, shirts, jumpers, my raincoat.  Even my underpants were nylon and when at  night, I slid between those nylon sheets on the bed...I did so with extreme caution and trepidation."  I mean, I couldn't order that book fast enough!  Well you have just read the only reference to nylon in the entire book which is on the back cover and the title, "Nylon Kid of the North", on the front cover.  In between are 186 pages of autobiography where maybe nylon had been more of a metaphor of the times rather than having any actual or direct influence on his life in Northern England as opposed to the more direct influence it had on my little-boy cock in Northern Minnesota.

As stated earlier, my first 7 or 8 years in nylon tricot were fraught with fear of discovery and the beatings (and confiscation) that resulted vs. the incredible joy and ecstasy a young boy with a nylon tricot fetish could possibly have with layers of silky tricot sliding on his cock and body.  So easily remedied with a simple addition of a dozen or 2 of my very own nylon tricot panties in my own underwear drawer.  Nothing needed to be said or discussed or acknowledged--just worn and enjoyed.  It would have save a lot of physical and mental pain and suffering on everyone's part.  Would my father even have had to know?  I often wonder if I would have "outgrown" nylon....I don't think so.  I think I would have been able to be more honest and open about my enjoyment of it later in life.  

So, the next BIG discovery in my Nylon Life  was of the what used to be called the tank suit.  This was actually pre-Speedo time (at least in the USA).  I've spoken earlier about Adolph Kiefer hiring a lingerie designer and seamstress one weekend and inventing the first nylon tricot swim suit for men.  However, the one that took his silky  nylon design and really ran with it was the Ocean Champion Company of New York.  Funny, I just got the latest Adolph Kiefer catalog which no longer features any form of nylon tricot anything.  Ocean Champion's suits had a similar inner suit and outer slightly larger suit but the main difference was that those 2 suits were no different than wearing 2 silky nylon panties.  Not being hidden inside your corduroy pants, but fully exposed for everyone to see even the outline of your inner panty and your male cock bulge in front.  Sadly, my discovery wasn't made while being handed my own nylon tricot suit by the swim coach, but with one accidentally left behind by a swimmer in the locker room where we swam naked 3 days a week in the junior high pool.  I didn't have any idea that swimmers got to wear openly what I would be beaten for wearing in private.  It didn't take long to discover that could be done with that nylon suit that was new and improved over wearing a nylon panty.  Everything!  Needless to say there wasn't any guilt associated with grabbing that suit as soon as I figured what it was nor always checking lockers and any other places where one might turn up.  I do remember losing one of the first, and super silkiest gold O.C. suit that got discovered in, around, or under my bed.  Nothing was said and I obviously couldn't ask for it.  It was just "gone" and never to be seen again.  Obviously ALL nylon was created equal and not to be worn by me.  I switched to a new hiding place inside our old chimney that had some bricks missing that allowed me to stash my nylon tricot pleasures.  Any loses after that were usually from my carelessness by leaving something behind.  Things picked up a bit in high school when our swim classes shared the same general locker room with the swim team.  I managed to score the suit that belonged to my fantasy BF and who I tried having sex with (his idea) on the night of his 15th birthday.  I would also sneak into their house while his family was in church on Sunday mornings and either steal or change out his JCP size 34 dash line briefs and still have a size 32 pair of Hansley's.  If I was going to be forced to wear cotton briefs, they could at least have been worn first by Billy Joe.  After moving to the big city for college, buying a brand new nylon suit, by now Speedos had arrived, was a treat, very silky, did the job, but was missing the association of another guy who had also experienced the silkiness of this suit.  By age 12-1/2, the problem of ejaculation had arrived.  The problem being how to return my sister's nylon panties to the dirty clothes hamper without having them standing up on their own.  I would usually have 1 or 2 "permanently" taken pairs that would take the most direct hits from my now gushing cock.  Also the every other day rule had been scrapped in favor of daily with an occasional "double."  One of the additional issues during this nylon tricot Speedo time was that I was actually involved with them.  I would wear them for underwear, I would wear them to college swim / life saving classes, to play water polo on Friday nights and be seen putting on a dry Speedo for underwear in front of other swimmers and occasionally being asked about it.  Being able to see other guys or having other guys see me with nylon Speedos really kept that Speedo fire going for many years.  Now on my own, nylon panties had basically become something to protect my more used Speedos from my late teenage loads.  Panties could be more easily washed out and Speedos (especially those worn by someone I knew or lusted after) could be kept less crusty--which did, more or less, render the silkiness factor to nil.

Published many years ago, this is an early sighting of a team all wearing their 100% nylon tricot Ocean Champion suits.  I think it's a safe bed that the coach and the team manager have their own on underneath.  I can't imagine anyone at that age feeling the silkiness of those 2 layers of nylon sliding together and not want to wear one--swimmer or not.  I also can't imagine (especially at that age) not experimenting with them or even "accidentally getting a boner while wearing one and figuring out very quickly how easy it was to eliminate the problem boner using the same nylon tricot suit that had caused it in the first place.

Certainly one way to eliminate or at least hide the boner problem was to put your entire team into smooth satin pants.  Imagine what their knees are feeling sliding against each others legs even though we can only see the first row.  One brave guy at each end in the back confirms they are wearing nylon tricot OC's as their team suit.

On seeing sights like this at the University of Minnesota pool, it didn't take me long to discover the team locker room was just around the corner from the main, cavernous room.  The showers were all open and even the row of toilets had no partitions between them.  If I saw a guy sitting down on the toilet taking a dump and wearing his nylon Speedo down, I would suddenly have to do the same.  I'd always like to watch and see if the guy would "accidentally" feel his nylon suit while his hands were resting on his legs.  Of course once they got up and left, I could do the same unless someone else came along.

It is entirely possible I "acquired" one or even all of these suits of the team who would leave them hanging up in their swim team lockers.  Sometimes (especially later when the thefts ramped up over the years), "protecting" access to their lockers through the diagonal expanded metal doors by using their towels hanging on the inside to try and thwart my access to their silky suits just hanging there.  I used a wire clothes hanger undone.  The raw end / edge usually had a barb or rough end to it.  This would be slid through one of the diamond shaped openings in the locker door (having pushed a towel out of the way, if necessary).  I would snag and lift the nylon suit off the hook inside the locker, draw it towards the door, and even grabbing just the smallest bit of the nylon Speedo, be able to draw the entire suit (even with the draw string) out through that little opening and into my waiting bag.  Even though my hear was racing at triple speed as the locker room was open and anyone could have come along at any time, I would usually be able to score 12-15 suits per visit.  Sometimes over 20 and maybe sometimes only 2 or 3 if someone came along.  Folding my wire hanger back into my gym bag and leaving while wearing a large winter coat, scarf, and maybe hat meant no one ever recognized me.  Even during the off season, there would always be swimmers with nylon suits to rescue and remove.  Getting them back in my apartment and trying each one out was always an amazing experience.  Which ones were silkiest?  Which ones slid with another one the best?  Sometimes I might know the swimmer and be able to slide his nylon right were his cock had been directly on mine.  Anyway, being able to have this sort of direct connection with other nylon tricot wearing guys at this point of my life meant The Nylon Speedo remained a major nylon tricot contributor to my sexual enjoyment.  Getting another guy to rub one on me, me doing it to another guy was all part of it.

While the use of the original "tank suit" began to fade in the late 60's and be replaced by the Speedo, they did remain around.   The silkiness factor alone guaranteed that, not unlike the green silky, these were still going to remain popular long after they had gone out of style.  What probably killed them the most is that Ocean Champion cheapened their nylon to the thinner, shinier Antron nylon at the same time they started reversing the way the inner nylon panty / brief was put under the outer suit so they no longer rubbed.  Now you were still wearing 2 layers of reasonably silky nylon, but they didn't slide any more.  Bye Bye double nylon suits.....

By the late 70's there was the addition of Lycra to the formerly all nylon suit.  This killed the silky function / factor and the wearing them to tight made having sex in or with them almost impossible.  As to my acquiring more suits from my favorite locker room source:  1. I had moved thousands of miles away and only visited maybe once a year.  2.  Lycra suits lasted 1/4 as long as nylon and cost more so guys no longer had 5 or 6 Speedos (or more) in their lockers.  I always wondered if they noticed how their lycra suits would always wind up on the floor of their lockers but the nylon suits were gone?  3.  The university had built a new swim stadium with much tighter security and no more easy access.  4.  Eventually the silky nylon Speedo (or even other brands) disappeared as lycra, jammers, or high tech / non-silky materials took over.  The end of an era.....1989 was the last one.  It was a good one, though!

In my 10 years of posting it was rare to even see another black swimmer on a team.  There is that black swim team / sports underdog movie but they used reproduction suits that weren't made out of nylon tricot.  I doubt they could have gotten any straight black man to put on a real nylon Speedo and appear on film.  Here is one of the best Ocean Champion wearing picture and they all happen to be black swimmers and proud of everything!  Man, some of those suits must have been incredible,  Just walking around in them must have really required  holding a towel in front of yourself.  Given what we like to believe about black men, they needed those 2 layers of nylon tricot "for support" but even with the size of some of those suits, I'll bet I'd have some issues silking them off inside that nylon--but sure would have tried.  In between times, I sure would like to have played with some of their suits on my own cock.

This picture was too long so I cut it in half.  Also amazing for each of them feeling their nylon tricot Speedo suits with both hands.  That dry silky nylon must have felt incredible.  This was also the period when several companies were marketing nylon tricot underwear to black men.  Just wonder how much silky nylon is hanging up in their locker room while they are posing in their Suits?

You will notice that some of them like the "full coverage" method of feeling their silky nylon tricot, while others don't seem to care and have their hands above their suits.  Those panels are double nylon and feel really silky on their own.

I know I have posted this before, but I think I can safely say that this is The Best single picture of a swim team coach wearing a nylon tricot suit....period.  Of course after buying dozens of nylon suits for his team, do you think he's going to wear a jock or cotton briefs?  He's got quite a package inside that silky nylon suit.  You can tell because of all those fabric folds and the bulge itself.  It's big and it's heavy and I'll just bet it's full!  When you wear a Speedy nylon suit around without going in the water, it will get silkier and silkier.  By the time you are ready for some Speedo silking, I guarantee that suit is going to be ready for you.  Maybe under another one or 2 or even along, that front panel is going to slide over the back of that suit and your are going to fill it with every last drop produced by those balls hanging down in that silky suit all day. 

All by himself in what is probably an Ocean Champion or even a Dolfin suit.  Guessing  the color is red.  It looks really silky.  He can probably feel the back o his suit sliding over his inner one.  Would love to see his cock hard and being silked in all that room in front until he shoots into it.

Another coach wearing his team suit.  Have to say, this could be risky.  When you are surrounded by this many guys in their double sliding suits, and wearing one yourself, you could be in trouble.  The white suits are probably divers suit and made out o car upholstery type fabric.  Love how many feelers there are in the photo.  Obviously no one has told them to feel their silky nylon suits, they're just doing it on their own--good boys!

Not the best photo, but I'd be willing to bet he's wearing a gold Ocean Champion.  In part because he can't take his hands off the sliding, silky nylon and in part because it looks just like my first silky one I acquired so many years ago.  Just the lightest pressure of his fingers will let him feel the 2 silky layers move.  Not really silky at all when wet, but when dry, watch out!

Maybe 10 or 20 year ago.  Love the way their silky nylon 100% nylon drag suits look.  Wearing another suit underneath is just an excuse to up the silkiness factor.

Probably the biggest "Oh, do I have a giant bulge in my nylon suit?  I hadn't noticed" picture ever.  It's part o a series of them.  I would say this is an Adolph Kiefer suit but it's possible it's also a Gulbenkian.  There are times when your cock is just cold enough to be firm enough to kind of stick to the inner nylon suit and make this kind of big bulge--however, you are also aware that it is doing it.  So he knows he's sticking out or he would reach down and relocate his head lower in his suit--but we're glad he didn't.

The bottom left suit looks to be the silkiest.  It would be nice if I could just go up and ask them to feel each other's suit and determine who is wearing the silkiest.  Of course my cock would have final verification rights.  Looks like an early Jantzen upper right.  Sometimes I wonder what ever happened to these guys, but mostly I wonder whatever happened to these suits?  If they were lucky, some crazed nylon tricot junkie rescued them and is still enjoying their silkiness today.

Always a turn on when you can see the inner layer through the outer layer of an Ocean Champion nylon tricot suit.  The only issue is that it usually needs to be wet and then it's not silky--but fear not, i he wears it around until it dries, it will be super silky and well worth the wait.

Maybe not the best Speedo pic ever but I recently found it.  The guy on the left looks like he's wearing a U of M Speedo which was burgundy with gold panels,  Like his full hands feeling the nylon.  They all look like regular guys.  Sometimes I even wonder if they ever noticed that when they were with a nylon tricot panty wearing girl if they noticed it was the same as their Speedos?  I wonder how many secret little nylon fetishes that were out there them?

Some nylon pictures are just better than others and this is one of them.  Those silky suits look so good--you can almost feel them.  Something you don't see often is the nylon panel on the inside front of the suit.  Sadly, they almost never made them so they slid under the outer suit.  I have a ew where I'm sure it must have been accidental.  It wouldn't be that difficult to just sew in a new silky nylon tricot panel that did slide.  Only thinking of when you happen to get lucky and find a guy who notices what sliding that suit up and down your cock does to you.

Just a couple of guys standing around wearing nothing but 100% silky nylon tricot and won't have to take a beating for it..except if I was there wearing mine.

Almost looks like they are practicing social distancing, but that would be very difficult to do if you both were wearing 100% nylon tricot like this out in public.

Another repeat, but here is a guy who is not afraid to cop a feel whenever he can.   Just slightly touching his vintage, cloth label late 60's nylon tricot Speedo on the ass of another guy in front of him so that more than a half century later we are still noticing his courage is pretty great.  Cloth labels from that era means some of the best silky nylon Speedo ever made.  They were eventually replaced with a decal like emblem.  Usually cracked and or pealed.

Maybe in Speedo Heaven something like this exists, but I've never seen one on earth--except maybe in my bathroom when I wore them more.  Almost all vintage nylon tricot panties like this would have slid over any nylon Speedo.  They would also have done an excellent job of sliding on a Speedo over another guys cock if you were silking him off.  Of course holding the panty over the double nylon crotch and over the Speedo would guarantee you would both enjoy the silkiness of the nylon layers.  That's the one advantage nylon panties have over other briefs is that the elastic is thin enough to not get in the way or flop around and be annoying or distracting.  The best vintage nylon ever made went into panties because that's what they were designed for--to turn men on who felt them up.

I'm kind of guessing that's a pretty limp wrist but you can make your own conclusions.  I would also like to guess that  the big silky nylon suit of his didn't spend as much time in his locker at school as it did at home in his bed or under his jeans at school.  It's your nylon suit Marty--whatever happened to it?

There does not seem to be any bad pictures of any nylon covered WP players on any Greek team....ever

Very early 50's pictures of Yale's swim team.  All wearing what appear to be gold colored Ocean Champion suits with clearly visible inner suits that all slid under their outer suits.  We can only imagine what went on inside them during off times....

As far as I'm concerned, they couldn't make an Ocean Champion suit too big.  Once you get hard in yours, you will be happy for all that extra sliding nylon that is moving up and down your shaft.  Maybe even enough for the guy silking you to get his thumb behind the head on your cock and really get you going and milk out every last drop of sperm right into your silky nylon suit.  By the time it's dry, you'll be ready for another round of silking in your suit--or maybe you traded yours for his and you can both slides your cocks together and shoot.

This is an old picture and i don't remember what the circumstances were.  He is at a mixed party 15 years ago but for some reason he is wearing a nylon tricot suit under his jeans.  Not that there is anything wrong with that, of course, but why is he showing them off.  I think this is about the time when young guys started wearing those baggy boxer shorts that their grandfathers (my father) wore.  In any case, I thank him for sharing, they look really silky, and I hope someone else also thought so enough to get him off inside them before the night was over.  These could still be in the bottom of his underwear drawer--unless, of course, I had been to the party and seen this....