Remember? It’s impossible to forget! It was 1985, and we had PE every day. We only had to take it Freshman and Sophomore year. As I’ve said, I went to an all-boys prep school.
On the first day of Freshman year, we were given our PE kit: a pair of maroon shorts that were way too short. Made of stiff cotton, or something. A reversible shirt. One side maroon, one side gold. Our school colors, naturally.
Then, we were asked our waist size. At the time (sigh) I said “32.” The upper-class man looked through a box and pulled out a swimsuit. Since our school had an Olympic size pool, swimming would be part of our PE.
I had never seen the school’s swim suit. It was maroon, of course, and while not exactly a Speedo-like cut, it was pretty small. I think they called it a tank suit. It was 100% nylon. It had a liner, which was basically the same cut as the suit, but a little higher cut, and then the ‘shell’ or outer layer. It amounted to today what they might call a ‘square cut.’ (The picture above is exactly what we wore, except in black.)
If you’re not familiar with what a ‘drag suit’ looks like, just google it. As I said, it’s only a bit more generous than a Speedo, but not by much. And since it was made of all nylon, it was very clingy to boys’…parts.
I was instantly afraid of wearing that suit. In public. Of course, I loved the way it felt, being made of nylon. (Have I ever mentioned how much I like nylon?). But outside of wearing panties secretly, I’d never worn anything like a tight swimsuit in front of other people, let alone a group of about 50 boys my age. (I never wore just panties in front of others, either.)
But I calmed myself by remembering that each part of gym class was four weeks, and heck; swimming class may not be coming up for a long time.
I was sort of correct, in that the part of PE where we were in the pool didn’t happe until about the third lesson of class.
Now, I tried the suit on as soon as I got home the day it was handed out. In my room, I got completely undressed and pulled the suit up. I tied the drawstring and tucked it in. It was tough concentrating on the awesome feeling of the nylon. I mean, it felt almost like I was wearing a thick pair of girly panties! But the thing I remember was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, my nerves going crazy.
My 13 year-old boy’s ‘parts’ were clearly making a noticeable bulge. Oh my god! Was it too small? Which way should I position…it? No way! I simply could not wear this in public. (Ironically, I wore it to sleep in. A lot. After all, to a young boy with a nylon obsession, it felt totally amazing every second it was on my body.)
So, the very first day of our swimming period arrived. I went up before class, and told the coach “Sorry, coach. I can’t swim today. I forgot my suit.” Boy, was I clever. I’d just sit in the seats and read, or do homework. Alas, Not going to happen. The coach sighed and said “Don’t forget your suit tomorrow. But for today, here’s another suit. What…are you like a 30?” I corrected him on the size, and sighed as he handed me my worst nightmare. A brand new suit to ‘borrow’ for the day’s class.
At this point, all 50 boys were standing in a line next to the pool while attendance was being taken. So at least I had the locker room all to myself.
As slowly as I could, taking my time, I put on the suit. It was made by Dolfin, and even had a little dolphin logo. Ugh. But, I was wearing it. Granted, in an empty locker room. Nevervously, I opened the door to the pool.
50 boys all turned to see what the noise was. The door slammed, and there I was. I had it on. My ‘package’, my skinny legs, my hairless chest, all of it on public view for all to laugh at.
But, an odd thing happened. After the boys saw it was just a late-comer to class, (and no one popular), they all looked away and faced front. I walked by the long row of students, every last one wearing the identical swimsuit. Of course, not one boy said one word to me. No one even snickered. They were all probably feeling as uncomfortable and shy as I was.
After the coach finished taking attendance, he shouted “All right. Everyone in the pool.” All 50 boys jumped into the cool water.
Being the first day, we mostly played around in the pool. We may have done a few laps, and different swimming styles, but the main thing I remember is just having fun in the water.
Five minutes in the pool, and the swimsuit wasn’t an issue any longer. Ten minutes in, and I started to actually enjoy the feeling of the wet nylon suit. Loving nylon like I did, the sensation of wearing it in a pool was new and exciting.
Looking back, I sure did love wearing that beautiful nylon suit. And on the good-looking boys, I started to sneak peeks at them, and was amazed at how the suit looked on them. It turned into something that was very hot, and very exciting.
[No, I never got a boner wearing the suit. (In class, at least.) And I have no doubt that all the kids in my PE class could not care less about that experience now.]
But me? I’ll never forget it. And a few years ago I bought the same Dolfin suit on line, (but in a nice blue color), the same cut, 100% nylon, and I’ve worn it to many pools as an adult. As I’ve said, it’s not as revealing as a Speedo, and I never have gotten unwanted attention while wearing it, walking around, swimming, lounging by the pool.
I still love and adore my Dolfin, 100% nylon, tank suit.
But hey…what do you expect from someone who has “the nylon obsession?”