I am a young man that loves to write....but more importantly loves lycra. Here is a story I wrote for your website:

Nirvana Part 1: The Beginning by Dream

I remember vividly when I first fell in love with spandex. I was a little boy, perhaps 8 or 9 when I seriously noticed it. I was walking into the laundry room in my house when I saw hanging a pair of shinny red tights. I ran my fingers along the fabric and tugged at it. I was amazed at it's smooth texture and ability to stretch.

"What's this made of, Mom?" I inquired. My mother, who was folding clothes on the counter replied,

"That's called spandex."

"Wow," I remarked, "this is cool. I want some like this!" My mother just giggled.

Now don't worry, this isn't some sick story where I nail my mom. That was just the beginning of my fascination. Now, things are much different......

Ever since graduating college, I have lived my life to the fullest. I have a great job, make good money, and more recently, I have lots of time for having fun. The only thing I really wanted was a sport that I could seriously pursue. Since I love lycra so much, I wanted a sport that I could wear a good amount of lycra, and possibly meet some attractive women who do the same. Of course, the first thing that hit me was cycling. I had been seriously riding on and off for many years, but never joined a club. Now, it was time.

I lifted the cover of my Cannondale road bike and gave it a good once over.

"What a beauty," I whispered to myself. It was top of the line, complete with a carbon fiber frame. I wheeled it from the garage to my house and cleaned it up a bit. As I was drying it in the kitchen, I was thinking about a new cycling outfit. I have a ton of spandex as you can imagine, but not much cycling clothes. 'Time for a shopping trip,' I thought.

As I walked into my local cycling shop, my heart was pounding. Just shopping for lycra gives me an erection. As I browsed the shop's large collection of men's wear a huge hard-on started bulging against the lycra briefs inside my jeans.

"Can I help you?" a voice said from behind. As I quickly turned, I saw the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Standing probably 5'10", her green eyes met mine. I gave her a short glancing over, but that was all I needed. Her short jean shorts revealed long, muscular legs that were nicely tanned. She had an incredible figure, with full hips and perfect breasts. Her light brown hair hung just below her shoulders. About 27 I guessed.

"Uhhh....yeah," I stammered.

"My name's Sarah. What can I do for ya?" she said with a smile. Her pouty lips spread enough to see a hint of teeth.

"Hi, well, I'm getting back in to saddle and I was looking for a new outfit," I replied. "I think I need some shoes too."

"No problem, Mr......."

"Oh, just call me Sean," I smiled back.

"Okay Sean, I think you might be in luck. We have new shipment that just arrived today."

"Great. What styles and brands?"

"Just about everything." She walked my to an area full of the new arrivals. The first thing that caught my eye was a black skinsuit with red stripes running all the way up on both sides.

"That looks nice," I commented.

"This is an awesome piece, I have it in the women's style," she said.

"You cycle?" I asked.

"I love cycling. I mostly do road," she answered.

"Hey, me too. Are you in a club?" I asked.

"Only the best in the city," she smiled. "Wanna join?"

"Absolutely," I said excitedly.

"Great! We need some more members Let me get that skinsuit in your size, and we can see how it fits." I picked a dressing room and quickly undressed inside. I stood naked in from of the mirror. I was about 5'11", muscular, and pretty good looking if I may say so myself. I pulled the soft skinsuit over my toes. The shinny, silky fabric caressed my legs as I pulled it up. It sent a twinge of pleasure through my erect penis as I eased the fabric over my hips. I slid one arm in, then the other and zipped it up. 'Nice fit,' I thought. The gleaming fabric hugged my every curve and caressed my groin. My dick must have been ready to explode. I was prepared, however. From my jeans pocket I took out a Lifestyles condom. I unzipped the suit, and pulled it just under my dick. 'Oh man!' I thought. I slid the latex over my shaft, feeling the rubber grip my sensitive organ. I rubbed my self, but didn't go for to long. A feeling of pleasure shot from my cock, all the way to my toes. I felt my muscles contract. My dick gave a huge throb and shot cum into the condom. I softly groaned, and leaned backwards. When I finished, I stashed the full condom in a small baggy I had brought, and put it back in my pocket. After making sure I was clean, I re-zipped the suit and headed out.

"It looks fabulous!" exclaimed Sarah. I became excited at the thought of her finding me attractive. I was afraid I might get hard again, so I thanked her, and retreated to the dressing room. I redressed, paid for my suit, the various other clothes I bought, and my shoes. As I was signing the credit card bill, Sarah slid a form across the counter. It was a registration application for the club she was in.

"We meet tomorrow for a ride through Williams Park, you should come," she said with a gleam in her eye.

"I'll be there," I said.

The next day was Saturday, and an awesome day. As soon as I woke up, I dressed in my new skinsuit, without underwear of course, and put on my shoes and gloves. I loaded my bike onto my BMW's bike rack and left.

As I parked in the area designated by the map on the registration form, I noticed two things. One was the group of about 20 spandex clad cyclists, and the other was Sarah, leaning up against her blue Pathfinder. She was wearing a skinsuit just like mine, except with a blue stripe. As I got out she greeted me, and said she was glad I came. So was I. Her suit hugged her curves like nothing I've ever seen. It left nothing to the imagination. As we rode through the park we talked and joked around. I was nervous, however. I had a hard-on building in my suit, and soon it would be obvious. The fabric of her lycra skinsuit slid into her ass crack, over her back, and clinged to her breasts. The sun shone down hard and soon sweat soaked us all. What I saw next astonished me! I caught Sarah taking peeks at my bulge! Things got better. As the sweat soaked her skinsuit, her nipples poked through, and were obviously very hard. When the ride concluded, Sarah and I were said our goodbyes, and promised each other to ride together more often. As she hugged me, I felt her supple tits graze my chest. I know she felt my hard on against her abdomen, and I was extremely embarrassed. My fears were both confirmed and eased when she looked me in the eyes and said,

"Nice. We'll have to do this again, Cowboy."

"Oooooh I think so," I nodded.

Weeks passed. Sarah and I went on many rides together, each time flirting more and more with each other. We even began carpooling to the rides. Each time she'd wear a different skintight lycra outfit that drove me wild. Each time she would smile devilishly at my huge bulge. Finally, one day after a ride, I got the guts to ask her over to my place for a coke. After all, we were both really hot from the ride (more on that later).

As we dove back to my place we listened to the radio and discussed future spots to ride. I parked in the driveway, and we headed for the front door. Her solid blue skinsuit was soaked, and made her even sexier. I led her through my door.

"Make yourself at home," I said as I went for drinks.

"Thanks," she called after me.

"When I returned to the living room, I found her reclining on my couch, with her suit unzipped 1/4 of the way. I couldn't believe how amazing she looked. We chatted as we sipped coke, but I mush have seemed distracted as I couldn't take my eyes off her body. I tried to pretend that I didn't have a huge bulge in my suit, but I kept looking down, then at her. She would notice then smile. She was stroking her inner thigh, letting her hand slide along the silky material. She noticed my watching and said,

"Man I love how this suit feels."

"I know, these are the best," I said. I was sitting close to her, but she moved closer. My dick was getting harder than ever. She slid her hand over my leg and said,

"That suit we picked out fits you great. It looks soooo good on you."

"Thanks, Sarah. You look pretty terrific...." I couldn't finish my sentence. She leaned in and kissed my lips. Not just a peck, but full force. We grabbed each other and I pulled her closely. I kissed her passionately, and she moaned. I ran my fingers down her back and felt the fabric between her ass. The spandex covering our bodies rubbed together and felt great. I felt her mound against my cock. Through the skin tight fabric I felt her pussy juices beginning to flow. I ran my hands over her tits, and licked at her diamond hard nipples. I slowly unzipped her suit. The zipper went to her crotch, and I slid my hand over her pussy lips. She was soaking wet! I caressed her tits as she leaned back on the couch. I went down on her, tasting the warm love juices in my mouth. She squirmed with pleasure and pushed against my tongue as I licked and sucked on her clit. She moaned with pleasure. I came up, and un zipped my own suit. With lycra still covering our bodies, and us tightly embraced, I slid my rigid cock past her hot pussy lips and into her love tunnel. The walls of her vagina contracted around my cock sending waves of pleasure through my body. I thrusted deep, until I could go no further. Her hot body pressed against mine as the first waves of orgasm hit her hard. I came soon after, sending a huge load of white hot cum into her hot box. We just hung on, and pumped until we collapsed.

This was only the beginning of our passionate relationship and the exploration of our love for that silky, shiny fabric.