by Abaddon
Here we have another personal story that was sent to me recently. Thanks, Abaddon! This is a shortened version of what Abaddon sent me. The full version will be available soon in the private area of the blog.
Been reading your blog for the past few months and it has really helped me feel a lot more comfortable with my tights sportin self. I guess I should tell you the story of how I got to be a fan of em, huh?
It all started when I was little. My mom would let me play with her pantyhose and wear them and not say a word, yet my father seemed always kinda disapproving of it because he was a manly man and wanted his son to be the same. I got to wear them as I pleased till I was about 4 or 5 at which point my parents sat me down and told me that I was no longer allowed to wear them because I was a boy and that was meant for girls... Mom would let me slide on occasion till I was about 6 or so when my father wasn't around, both of em had this fear that I was going to become gay from doing it I believe.
Puberty hits! My sister moves out of the house and leaves a lot of her things including two pairs of tights that I discovered in what would eventually be my lounging room at my parents house when I lived there. Every snow day or sick day that my mom had to work you better believe the first thing I did once both my parents were out the door was to run up to that room and grab a pair of them tights. Something about the texture just did it for me admittedly it was purely sexual a first but that was probably just hormones. Cause I would love to just lay around the house all day playing video games in those black tights that felt so soft.
During that time period I had a rather close call to being caught at around 15 or so. It was a snow day and I was excited as normal cause hey I got to break out my sis's tights and lay around the house doing practically nothing cept feeling my soft legs. Well I'm all cuddled up on the couch under some blankets (thank god) when I hear a truck door close then the house door open... dun dun dun. Somehow I managed to talk to my mother while hiding my tight clad legs under blanket. Soon after she walks out the room at which point I yank them off under the blankets stuff em in my undies and head up to my sis's room to return them to there proper place. ::whew::
After I my nylon gene sort of went into remission I guess I still thought girls in tights and hose were amazing to look at but I could do without having them on me too. I sort of wish I would have complimented them on their hosiery but as most of us male tights wearers know that's a dead give away to a chick if you act like you know the littlest bit about tights and how they should look.
Later I start getting a serious itch to want to wear tights again and I had none of my own. Like hell was I going to walk into a department store and just buy a pair. So I was looking for a X-box 360 controller on Amazon and it just hit me to order a pair of tights too while I was there. I got them and enjoyed them very much a little loose but you never get it right the first time do you?
Now, things are great I have a girl who is into the whole tights thing just as much as me we shop together she gets me some as presents on occasion and stuff like that. I bought a pair of the Gerbe men's opaque 80D's but the medium is actually too big for me so they sagged quite a bit and it was getting on my nerves so I am eagerly awaiting the site that I bought them at to exchange them for a small which I feel like will suit my little 5'10, 145lbs frame better hopefully. I'd rather em be tight than a sagging mess, their called tights for a reason, ya know?
I just recently came out the nylon closet to a couple of my close male friends, admittedly they are gay so that helped in the whole understanding factor. We all had a good chuckle about it when I showed em the shitty red charlotte rouse tights I had on at the time. So I figure with us it will work out fine cause I pick at them for being gay sometimes I'm just going to have to get use to the tights cracks now.
All in all after that I felt like a big weight has been lifted off my shoulders, not brave enough to wear openly in public yet but I could see myself doing it one day.
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I am relieved to see that there are people out there with very similar
stories as mine. My obsession/fetish/need to wear tights started when I was
8 years old I guess out of nowhere. lucky for me, i had an older sister
with an ample supply for me to wear. I abruptly stopped when my mother
caught me in my room in a pair of white tights. The nylon gene reappared at
puberty, and was quite intense for my teenage years. After i got married, I
thought it was gone, with only occasional relapses, since my wife has great
legs and I was able to see her in tights quite often and get my fill.
about 9 months ago, when on a business trip, i went to buy my wife two
pairs of wolford satin touch 20 tights. i returned to the conference
center, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Something came over me - i
needed to buy my own and wear them immediately. I left the meeting, walked
back to the wolford store, and purchased two pairs for myself. since that
time, it has come back with a vengeance, but different from my teenage
years. Instead of putting them on to get a quick thrill, it is quite the
opposite - i want to wear them forever, as i feel it is part of my DNA (a
good part). The only downside is that i have spent close to $1000 on
wolfords, as i cannot wear anything else (i do not live near a fogal
store). I finally came clean to my wife, who has been surprisingly
supportive (she even washes them for me), although she thinks it is
extremely strange. I do not want her to see me wearing them, as i too am
embarassed, so i wear them under my clothes occasionally at work. even
though i did quite well for many years without them, i am now at ease with
myself, as this truly is a part of me that i have come to accept.It is good
to see others like myself.