Hello again! If you missed it the first time, my name is 25-6. Here’s everything to know about me regarding my affinity for spandex, but there are also a few other kinks about myself that I’ll include.
I’m an Asian male, born and raised in the western world. I grew up in 1980s (a time when spandex was extremely popular, which definitely had an influence on me).
Beginnings/elementary school
Believe it or not, spandex wasn’t actually my very first fetishism–they were shorts! I’m not entirely sure, but perhaps it was my upbringing. Mostly being conservative, shorts were never worn by me or in my family. The earliest recollection I have of wearing anything similar were a pair of swim trunks when I went swimming.
I believe I was about 5 or even younger. My swimming trunks were red. One thing I did know while playing in the water was to pee! I didn’t realize it yet, but peeing, or omorashi (omo for short) in today’s terms, would be my second fetish I would develop.
My omo tendencies continued more when I remembered seeing Mega Man 2 in an issue of Nintendo Power magazine. The drawings really caught my attention–something about a guy wearing his Speedos on the outside. Unfortunately, as a kid, I made a crude addition of Mega Man peeing himself by simply coloring in his Speedo with a pen and made a circular puddle.
And now to my first encounter with spandex! I believe this is the first instance that spandex struck an everlasting chord with me. One of my classmates in kindergarten, Vixen, wore a pair of leggings. Of course, the material was spandex. I remember seeing Vixen in them–a pair of royal blue, shiny spandex, with a pink vertical stripe down the side of each leg (I actually have a picture of her wearing it, but I gotta do some excavating to find it 😂). Ever since she wore those blue and pink striped leggings, I could not ever stop thinking about it! I even remembered grabbing her private areas while she was wearing them. Yes, you can call me a perv, but at that age, I was wondering if she had ding dong like me (lol I was 5).
On a side note, I also had wet my pants in kindergarten. Obviously it was unplanned and I ended up crying. Definitely not a manly moment, especially with Vixen finding out.
Vixen and I were also in first grade together. Although she stopped wearing her blue and pink striped leggings, I remember a couple times she wore a pair of lime green bike shorts. The color was definitely eye catching as it was so bold. But it was also that illustrious shine of that spandex that continued to really make my mind short-circuit! What was an added bonus is that another classmate, Josie, also wore the exact same pair one day. I remember because she was talking to Vixen’s mom before school. Definitely a treat!
Power Rangers
And of course, in 1993, the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers were broadcast. This show totally blew me away, as it showed these spandex-clad heroes fighting off monsters. I was totally entranced by the sheen of their shiny suits! But I acted disinterested and even made fun of it, as many students in school thought it was stupid (although I think many of them were just simply embarrassed to admit liking them).
Around the same time, I remember in the fourth grade sitting next to a guy named Abraham. Yes, I thought it was weird to have someone named like a President, but whatever. I did notice this on this day, he was wearing a pair of bike shorts under his cargo/khaki shorts. I feigned dumb and asked why he was wearing two pairs of shorts. He told me that he was going to bike after school with his family. He even hiked up his cargo shorts to let me see it in more detail. If I recall correctly, it was black, but had some neon green or yellow design on the side. I think this was the first time I actually heard someone say the words “bike shorts”.
Tweenage years/middle school
My kinks only grew stronger as I got older and entered puberty. I also started to notice girls a lot more. I agree that they mature faster than guys, with some even putting on make-up. The two looks that still drives me crazy to this day are just how sexy a pair of blue jeans (flare style) and jean shorts on those hot summer days looked on a girl, coupled with some light-colored sneakers and a tank top or T-shirt. My typical teenage mind had these fantasies of these girls getting wet or peeing themselves in their blue jeans or shorts. Strangely enough, I found myself absolutely refraining from doing omo activities in blue jeans myself. My reasoning was that I the outfit I had for everyday normal activities was not to be associated with clothing to have sexy fun in, which included omo. At the time, I also was wearing blue jeans (obviously male style, somewhat baggy), and call me a misogynist, but at this time, I believed that guys shouldn’t wet themselves for any reason as it’s not manly and it’s utterly humiliating. Lastly, it was also about fitting in and trying to be normal.
I didn’t forget about my own kinks. At the time, I think I just wanted to find an opportunity to wear shorts–I think I only wore shorts twice in public up to this point. Fortunately, joining the track and field team at school gave me this opportunity (as well as hanging out with friends). But the track shorts weren’t mine and I had to return them at the end of the semester. And I didn’t like the style of them, but at least it gave me a reason to wear shorts.
Spandex was still elusive to me. I remember combing through the Sunday paper ads and found Target flyers–many of them showcasing women in bike shorts. But something was off–they weren’t shiny, and I never found an ad with guys in bike shorts. Did that prevent me from going to Target and looking through? Nope!
Eventually I did find a pair of black, quasi-shiny bike shorts. I believe it was from a department store (before it folded). Let’s just say I had many fun times in the shower with them on lol. Of course, this included omo. There was something magical about the warmth of my pee soaking through my bike shorts before running down my leg. And it wasn’t too long afterward that I learned to self-pleasure myself lol. Yes, my bike shorts were frequently used and abused!
Unfortunately, a hole started to form. I did my best to prolong the life by being gentler with it, but I was never able to resist. Eventually more holes formed and was a bit devastated when I realized my only pair of bike shorts had to be thrown away.
I did have other shorts to soak into, but it wasn’t the same as my bike shorts. One pair was simply plain black and had a shiny smooth feel to it. While I still preferred my bike shorts, this sporty pair was a lot more rugged and stood up to my abuse.
I had been doing omo almost every time I took a shower with my shorts, and my imagination ran wild. And though I stated earlier that I had refused to do wettings in my blue jeans, my teenage hormones wouldn’t allow me to uphold that vow. I did try it once or twice out of curiosity. It was definitely exciting, seeing how much more the denim can absorb here and there, especially letting out in controlled spurts. But the cleanup was way too much work–even after wringing out all the water, the soaked denim became very heavy. Throwing it in the laundry hamper with the rest of my family would have raised questions. I eventually learned to do laundry myself to get away with more frequent wettings, but still it was a pain with jeans. Wetting a pair of pants and shorts had their subtle differences–with pants you feel the warmth more because the pee is trapped within the pant leg. Needless to say, I did omo quite a bit and I would say I was a bit experienced with how it runs down the legs with positioning and type of clothing worn.
Keeping with the topic of omo, I always thought it’d be an absolute miracle for me to see my female classmates pee themselves, although the possibilities were almost none. It didn’t stop me from fantasizing though. The closest I ever gotten was during a band performance. We had to wear black bottoms and a white top. I was in a quartet, and one of my bandmates, Megan, was wearing a pair of black, denim shorts. As the night went on, it got colder. Megan danced around trying to warm herself back up after saying she was cold. This wasn’t a pee pee dance (though I eventually found out cold weather seems to make people want to go potty more). Because I had so much experience with wettings, I bravely told Megan that pee is actually warm, alluding her to wet herself. I don’t think Megan expected that response! She was dumbfounded and her response was something like “Oooh kay…”. Even if Megan did pee through her shorts to keep warm, she would only be warm for a few seconds before it becomes cold and miserable. And since her shorts were black, there wouldn’t have been much excitement coming from me anyway. And again, I still had that mentality that my outfit for the night was not appropriate to get excited in. But I still figured, what the heck, why not just mention it and see what happens?
Video Games
Although my obsession of Mega Man and his Speedo never went away, other video games started catching my attention. Tomb Raider was definitely one that got my attention. Never before did I think a fictional, female character, in her skimpy khaki shorts, would get so much attention! Obviously, there was a sex appeal to her, and it definitely worked.
And I think the catalyst that really sparked my obsession with spandex was Resident Evil 2. Seeing a character, Claire Redfield, wearing bike shorts underneath a pair of red cutoff short shorts in the mainstream was unbelievable to me! I thought this would spark conversation with others gamers and friends and classmates, about Claire’s choice of wardrobe. Though this didn’t happen, I did start finding a lot more about spandex with the internet, which was still relatively new at the time. For example, bike shorts were known as spats in Japan. Who knew? Anyway, there were a few other games that did featured characters in spandex or some variant of it, like Killer Instinct’s B. Orchid or Tekken 3’s Ling Xiaoyu, but nothing to the degree of Resident Evil 2.
Teenage years/high school
Again, my kinks continued. I was able to continue finding opportunities to wear shorts by joining the track and field team in high school. The practice sessions were longer than when I was in middle school, so I had more opportunity to wear shorts and for longer periods. I ended up buying a couple pairs of Nike basketball shorts–the shiny ones (I think the style now is called dazzle), with a small swoosh logo on left leg. I bought a black pair and a red pair (because of my high school colors). Anyway, I’ll skip over the cringey details of being a teenager (fitting in, trying to act cool lol, etc.), but another fetish of mine developed during this time.
In 11th grade, I met this girl. After some flirting back and forth via instant messaging, we decided to meet up. All I remember is that she didn’t really want to pay Mario Party when she came over after school lol. Anyway, when we went to back to my room, we closed the door and she grabbed my head and proceeded to stick her tongue in my mouth. It was like almost second nature to me to return the favor, despite not having any experience at the time. She was actually my first kiss. I remember her looking back at me after we stopped sticking our tongues down each others’ throats. Her face was of pure lust. Looking back, she definitely wanted to go all the way. I obviously wasn’t prepared and I’m glad because had we had done it, I might have become a parent at a very early age. Anyway, we didn’t get past the stage of French kissing. I still had this weird refusal to not wanting to be in my normal outfit when making out, but obviously each time we kissed, my refusal was overruled!
In my last year of high school, I decided to be a little bit more social and tried to be cooler. I had some money saved up from working part-time and was able to buy a new wardrobe. It wasn’t much, but at least they were three pairs of Anchor Blue brand jeans (beyond baggy style) in indigo, black, and white. I also bought some new tops to match. I figured might as well show off being a senior haha. Anyway, I ended up meeting this Freshmen girl, Donna, (who later turned out to be a total psycho lol). One day I would pick her up (on the bus lol), I wore all white–white jeans and a white sweatshirt. When I picked her up, Donna must’ve liked my white pants, because she said she wanted to give me my Christmas present early. It turned out to be a dark blue Anchor Blue jacket, which I guess complimented my white bottoms. Apparently, she liked the fob look. Anyway, I was more than happy to oblige.
Now while I still adhered to my “can’t get excited while wearing normal clothes” rule, there was something special about wearing white jeans. I guess it’s because it’s not very common for people to wear when compared to other colors, but also something about the purity/innocence of it. The last time I wore white jeans (or pants), I was in elementary school. After getting picked up by my parents, I was excited to be home and did the usual habit of throwing my backpack onto the sofa. However, this time my aim was off and instead of landing on the sofa, it put a dent in the wall. Obviously I got yelled at, which felt somewhat more humiliating while wearing white pants.
Anyway, it wasn’t too long until Donna and I had our make out sessions. We would kiss passionately during our passing periods and during lunch. She would come over to my place after school for about an hour before I would take her back home. I knew from kissing made me leak pre-cum. Especially after a whole day of kissing, it was a tease. I didn’t own boxers, but I still wanted to pretend that I was grown up and had something similar, so I wore my black, shiny Nike basketball shorts as underwear (from my track and field days).
This is something I will always remember for the rest of my life–the first time I jizzed in my pants not by my own hand haha. Donna liked us matching in what we wore. On this particular day, it was my white jeans (forgot the top though). As usual, we were kissing and making out the whole day at school. When we got off, we went back to my place. After closing the door to my bedroom, we turned up some music (I think it was a Britney Spears song). The music definitely help maintain the mood! Anyway, Donna was also wear white pants. As stated earlier, I developed an affinity for girls wearing flare jeans. Donna’s white flares weren’t exactly denim–they were softer, but still looked great in them.
As we were kissing, we eventually got down to the floor. Our tongues must’ve been working overtime, as I don’t remember unlatching once! My hands started to explore her more and more, and eventually I cupped her hooch. Again, her white pants, being of a softer material, felt really good to grab. Still being a virgin, I did the best I could, cusping her pussy through her white pants. It wasn’t long until she returned the favor. She could obviously feel my hardened cock through my jeans. Because my Anchor Blue beyond baggy jeans were just that, it was easy to grab my cock without the fabric being constricted from our position on the floor. Donna claimed to be a virgin too. I didn’t care if she was or wasn’t, but she knew how to work my cock. The perfect storm–making out all day, wearing white pants, wearing my smooth dazzle Nike shorts as underwear, cusping Donna’s crotch through her white pants, was only going to lead to the inevitable. And it did.
As she continued stroking my cock, I start to feel that familiar feeling. I was going to cum if she continued pumping my cock. My mind actually raced a bit–should I tell her to stop? Would it be okay to go against my stupid rule of not being “excited” in my normal outfits? But I felt a bit different because I was wearing my white jeans. All these thoughts didn’t matter. As she get stroking me, I knew the pressure was building up. I knew it was gonna happen. And then it went past the point of no return. Mind you, our mouths are still locked in, both taking turns trying to stick our tongues down each other’s throats.
And then I just decided to let it happen as I continued to French kiss her. I’m not sure if she felt my cock spasming, but oh boy…I could feel the release of my built-up sperm for the day, finally unleashing its fury and blasting out of my cock, soaking past my Nike dazzle shorts and seeping into my white jeans. The sensation was too much, as my cock went limp, but Donna still kept stroking me. It was too sensitive for me to handle, so I stopped kissing her and told her I needed to go to the restroom. She was confused why I had stopped so abruptly, but she later she figured out why–I had cum in my white jeans.
This process repeated itself again, also when I was wearing my white jeans. For some luck of the draw, I never came in my other jeans–only when I was wearing white. Even today, this has stuck with me. I don’t have my Anchor Blue beyond baggy jeans anymore, but my white Levis 569 sure can do the trick! 😜 Anyway, it wasn’t too much longer before she and I split. The maturity level wasn’t there among a myriad of other issues, but this experience definitely will be ingrained in my mind forever!
Young adult
With a steady paycheck, I could finally stop worrying about the financial aspect of spandex. Spandex never completely away as I grew up, but it certainly wasn’t as mainstream as it was in the 80s and 90s. However, it did slowly start making a small comeback as compression gear during the workout/health trend in the 2000s.
I myself started wearing compression shorts as underwear. Finally, I was able to incorporate spandex into my everyday life! For a while, I was content–I was concentrating on my career but would still periodically indulge and enjoy my kinks. 😋
Eventually, things worked out where I was able to openly and publicly wear spandex. I decided to go cycling after work one day–it was a public park that’s very out of the way. I would say only locals know about it, as it is sparsely populated. I later found out the nearby roads to this park was actually used by a group of amateur cyclists.
Anyway, I still remember the first time. It was exhilarating! Stepping out of my car in my spandex–just a thin piece of stretchy material between my naked skin and the public world. I still remember a few gusts of wind blowing right into me–I clearly felt naked lol. But I acted as normally as I could as I offloaded my bike from my car, and slowly straddled onto my bicycle seat and assumed the position (yes, I know my choice of words here lol).
The feeling was absolutely phenomenal! I had finally achieved my dream of dawning spandex in public. And as an added bonus, I was exercising at the same time. For the first time in my life, I finally felt passionate about something–cycling. I could finally relate to people when they said they were super into something, such as a colleague (whom I actually invited to go on a bike ride with) and her love for golf. Yes, finding a reason to wear spandex was the underlying cause, but I didn’t care. I started looking more into bicycles, cycling accessories, cycling shoes, helmets, and of course, the apparel! And of course, the rest is history!
Adult / current
As I got more comfortable in riding, I also became more daring in incorporating my omo kink. Before and during my rides, I would overhydrate myself. There were a few times where I couldn’t even start cycling because I over did it–drinking soda, tea, water, and whatever I could during work and then unleashing a torrential flood into my cycling shorts! I don’t call myself a professional wetter, but I did get better with my cycling wettings (finding good locations, best angle for the sun for lighting, wind, pose and posture, etc.).
When cycling, my mind is rarely not thinking of dirty thoughts lol. I have noticed a few female runners eyeing me as I whiz by (thanks to my polarized sunglasses 😎), but I also remember a guy who was walking his dogs eyeing me a couple times, especially when I looked back over my shoulder and there he was just staring at me haha.
One of my fantasies is to be dominated by a diva or group of female cyclists while I’m all clad in my cycling shorts outfit. Pegging me, peeing on me, making me wet myself, and of course, the finale of me cumming in my cycling shorts (multiple times!). I know I have higher chances of winning the lottery than this ever happening, but one can still dream!
Unfortunately, sometimes my lust meter spills over. My mind eventually overtakes my sexuality, and instead of females, sometimes I fantasize about riding and stumbling upon a cycling orgy of guys. Again, the same outcome will happen, maybe even more with bukkake lol. While I don’t consider myself gay or bisexual as my romantic interests are women, I think my mind is warped when I slip into my spandex. I want to be one with spandex! Soaked, gooped, stretched, massaged–everything that happens to my spandex, I want happened to me lol. I really don’t know how else to explain it–when I’m in my cycling spandex gear, my walls come down lol. I therefore declare that I’m a spandexsexual lol.