Was there a specific event in your life that “turned you on” to swim briefs?

[sebbie]

Was there a specific event in your life that “turned you on” to swim briefs?

At some point in their lives, many guys seem to somehow “learn” that crawling into and wearing a snug-fitting swim brief might be “fun”. Do others have a story to tell? Here is mine.

I have a male cousin, a year younger than I who lives on the west coast, over a thousand miles away from where I grew up in a landlocked place. He grew up in a much bigger town, one that likely had a school with a pool that he could swim in.

Once a year, in the summer, he and his family made a trip back to see the brothers and sisters who lived close to my family, my mom being his mom’s sister, and his family would stay as guests at the various houses.

There was no public pool in the local town, but we did have a huge lake nearby. I did not swim at all, but my cousins swim very well, and going to the lake was an outing for all the family members including the cousins and the other members of my family on my mother’s side.

I am trying to remember how old I was. I could not have been more than 12. There were actually two male west-coast cousins, one a year younger than me—maybe 11—and the other about two years older than me—maybe 14. I am pretty sure I had not gone through puberty (aka my first real ejaculation) but things must have been starting to stir for me.

Both of the male cousins showed up at the lake wearing swim briefs, though I was particularly fascinated by the one the younger cousin was wearing, in retrospect what must have been an early version of a bright sapphire blue Speedo with white pinstriping. If my age guess is right this would have been the summer of 1959. T was wearing “clunky” pair of plaid boxer trunks—short by today’s standards, and with a nylon brief-style liner, but I much more envied my cousin’s swimwear and I knew that is where I wanted to be. Real swimmers wore briefs and my two cousins were standing there as proof.

Then some strange things happened in retrospect. My younger cousin ended his time in the water, but continued to wear his blue Speedo and a tee back at the cabin. His mom said to my mom “he really likes that suit—he wears it all the time even when he is not swimming!” His mom thought it was rather strange that he wore his suit all the time but let him do it.


Then it came time to go home from the lake. My younger cousin saw no reason to remove his suit. He just pulled on a pair of jeans over plus his tee. Turns out, my cousin planned to spend the night at my parents house where there was only 2 bedrooms and the kids staying there slept in one bed. I knew my cousin was still wearing his Speedo under his jeans. How he planned to deal with this already was a topic of some interest to me.

My cousin did not spend the entire night in the Speedo, even though it was completely dry—at some point the Speedo came off and he must have pulled on a looser fitting pair of shorts or maybe a pajama bottom of some sort. The bright blue Speedo got tossed to the end of the bed. I really wanted to try it on but of course I did not dare do that. It would seem odd if I did that without asking him first, and I certainly did not know what he would make of my “weird” interest in the suit. And remember we were both just pre-pubescent boys at the time—me at least only vaguely aware of what all was in store for me.

But my fondness for swim briefs—but particularly bright blue Speedos trimmed with white piping—to this day has never left me. As an adult I never did dare ask my cousin about the events that took place that day or why he liked his Speedo so much he wore it when he was not swimming. He grew up, I grew up and we more-or-less parted ways. But I have never fully gotten over this series of innocent events that took place so long ago and still vividly remember how he looked as an 11-year old wearing that bright blue Speedo that he was so fond of!

Had I owned that suit at that time I would have been very fond of it too!