DON’T CALL THEM “MANTYHOSE”, PLEASE!

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Lately, I’ve been doing something that I usually don’t do. And that, is wearing nylons underneath my pants every day. I mean, every day. Since starting this NYLON OBSESSION blog, and writing about my obsession, naturally makes me think of nylon clothing a lot more. And…that must mean a ton, seeing as how much I thought about it before I started blogging about it.

I would guess that some people accidentally come across this page. If you browse the writing, some people will think I’m a freak. Or think that I’m “obsessed.” Even though, isn’t that the who,e point of this particular blog?

Apologies. I digress.

Readers know that I have, and do, wear pantyhose. (And again, can we please refer to them as nylons for obvious reasons?) Though for the past three weeks, the carefully stowed pairs (there are about 10) of nylons have been calling me. In the morning before getting dressed, I hear them. They’re calling my name. “Ryan…come and feel us…put us on today…” So now it’s time to get dressed for the day. I take off my pink nylon basketball shorts. No underwear. Take off my t-shirt. After showering, of course, it’s time to choose the day’s clothing.

I start, as most do, with the underwear. I pull out the drawer and look. Players? ExOfficio? Under Armour? (UA is usually my first choice.) I can hear the nylons calling me. Okay. They win. So, I pick out a pastel blue pair of high-cut briefs. Yes, women’s panties. I pull the nylon/spandex panties up my legs, tickling my inner thigh with the cool, gentle fabric. I pull up, into place. My dick is already making itself visible in the tight fit of the spandex. As I’ve said: panties aren’t cut for a man’s dick. So the nylon and spandex are stretched with my semi-erect dick. I say “semi erect,” but that’s just for now. Remember, it’s about 9am.

Next stop is the drawer that contains nothing but nylons. Oh, all right. The drawer has other female lingerie but I’m not talking about that. …yet. Anyway, I pull out my favorite pair. 80% Nylon, 20% Spandex. I like hose that has a higher spandex percent usually, because they are tighter around my legs. But today, it’s the beige colored light support with reinforced toes. I gather them up carefully, after putting on my pantyhose gloves, (really? Yes! They truly do prevent snagging and runs!) and pull them up into place, gently tugging at the nylons to get the right placement. Once they’re on…words can’t describe the pure pleasure they bring me. Not just SEXUALLY, either. I feel comforted. They take me back to my pre-teen years when I first wore pantyhose.  It truly is a fantastic feeling.

Then, today, go my black jeans. They’re fitted, and have like 1% spandex so they’re coated. The denim is coated. It gives the black jeans a bit of a shine. Not to mention the feeling of the denim rubbing against the nylon and spandex of my pantyhose. My legs are tingling. Every step I take causes the friction to make my legs feel great, and slightly cool. Almost cold.

I finish with a black Oxford, untucked, with the top two buttons undone. After fixing my hair, and applying a smidgen of bronzer to my cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead, I’ll put on my 20″ David Yurman sterling-silver necklace, with the black onyx mini dogtag. It was a gift, and it’s beautiful. It still sparkles just like it did the first time I wore it. Of course, I take care and polish my small collection of jewelry. (I lost my gold chain I wore in my teens.)  Finally, socks and black leather shoes, and I’m ready to go.

See? This whole page I wrote is because I’m turned on. While writing this, I’m getting hard just thinking of wearing pantyhose today. Maybe I am a freak. But remember this: the vast majority of CDs are heterosexual men. Not that I feel I have to defend myself. But that’s the truth.

Okay! No more typing. I have to get dressed. And I can’t wait any longer.

FINDING THE PERFECT NYLON

imageI know that I liked silk, satin, nylon clothes as long as I can remember. I can only assume their allure for me then. Must be what it is now. Slightly different, though.

I was attracted to my big sister’s panties (I hate that word!) because, unlike my boring cotton jockey shorts (I hate “tighty-whiteys” even more!), her underwear was in different colors, and they had a shine to them. Most of them were slick to the touch. Silky. Yup, they were made of nylon. There was only so long I could stand and feel them through my 7 year-old fingers. I had to try them on. I remember vividly that she had a pastel blue pair, with lace around the top and leg openings, and were made of nylon. I stole them. I would hide them behind my bookcase. I would put them on any time I was alone. I knew they were made for girls. I don’t remember that being an issue. They looked “cute” on me. At the age of seven, I don’t remember having a fully formed sexual preference then. All I knew was that if I rubbed my dick when I had them on, it would eventually produce what I called then; the “Tingly Feeling.” Since I hadn’t started puberty, I didn’t produce semen. Which, actually was a plus because I could masturbate over and over without that post-orgasm feeling of wanting to stop. I’d have three or four orgasms before quitting. I mean, tomorrow’s another day, right?

Over the years, as I grew older, so did my collection of my sister’s silky underwear. Once, when I was all alone at home because the rest of the family went to a ball game I couldn’t care less about, I put on the original pair of panties and was content wearing just them, all by myself, around the house. I carefully went through my sisters drawers again, and came across a pair of her pantyhose (which I refer to now as “nylons”) and decided to try them on. I’d known what they were, it just wasn’t until that fateful day that I tried a pair on.

They felt fantastic! The slick and cool feel of my sister’s panties was now not only caressing my private parts, it seemed to encase my legs with the same feeling. That day, when my family was out, was the point at which I realized there were other undergarments made of the same awesome fabric. Not just underwear anymore. Eventually, when alone, I’d find myself wearing panties, and pantyhose all the time.

I didn’t want to become a girl. I didn’t want to have a sex change. I liked being a boy, as I like being a man now. I wasn’t confused at all. I just wanted to dress in my sister’s nylon underwear whenever I was alone. I eventually became worried my sister would catch on. If she did, I never knew it. But this resorted in me humiliatingly buying my own panties. I remember. It was at Zayre (not open anymore) and I quickly picked a pack of seven different color nylon panties. When I looked at them later, the nylon was very thin and cheap, and horrifyingly they had the days of the week on the front side. I’m not making this up!

Nowadays, there are some great sites to buy underwear for guys made of all different fabrics. Like http://www.playersunderwear.com OR http://www.exofficio.com

I only wear nylon underwear now. And I can truthfully say to anyone, “It may not look like it, but this is made for men.”

If I only had had access to those “stores” when I was younger, I never would’ve worn my sister’s. (One site even specializes is nylons for men! http://www.glieberman.com PLEASE DON’T CALL THEM MANTYHOSE! They’re a bit more expensive than the average pair of L’eggs, but the product is totally amazing.)

[ I’m sorry. I don’t have any “My parents (or sister) caught me and punished me by making me wear girl clothes every day” stories. When you read those, always keep in mind that if the author claims that really happened to them? They’re lying their ass off.]