A Love for Leotards

This is a story about two friends sharing their love for leotards. It is based loosely on both true and fictional events… I leave it to you to decide which is which.

Back in high school I used to be on the schools gymnastics team along with my friend Jake, and his dad, the head coach. We lived quite near each other so after practice I used to get a lift home with him as well as his sister, Megan, who was a few grades below us and also did gymnastics. Jake and I would normally hang out at his house for a few hours before I would walk home.

While boys weren’t required to wear their leotards during practice I always wished we did and often admired the beauty of the shiny, colourful leotards that the girls were lucky enough wear. To make up for this I used to put on my leotard under my clothes as soon as I got home. The boy’s uniform for our club was a plain black spandex tank leotard with matching black shorts, where the girls wore a shiny red leotard, with a large gold swirl that went from one shoulder and down their side decorated with diamantes.

One day, Jake and I were playing some videogames in his room, as we usually did, when I noticed something under his bed. Tucked at the far back corner was a box with the lid slightly a jar. While I couldn’t see inside there was something with a distinct red gleam, it seem so familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. With Jake being so preoccupied with the game I reached under the bed and pulled out the box.

“Uuuh Jake… Why do you have this under your bed?” I remarked as I pulled out the red fabric revealing a leotard, a girl’s leotard.

“Have what” he said absentmindedly, before realising what I had just found. His face went beet red as he snatched it out of my hand and put it back in the box. ‘Urrr…. It’s nothing….. I didn’t put it there……why are you going through my stuff anyway?” he blabbed as his panic changed to anger. I had always been suspicious about Jake after I found him holding a leotard in his dad’s office, even after he claimed he was just picking it up.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have” I cooed “It’s just that I have never seen a girl’s leotard up close before” Jake began to calm down as he lowered the box from his chest. “Jake, can I tell you a secret” I said as I slowly lowered my head.
“What!” he exclaimed, still not quite settled down.

“I really like leotards, when I go home I like to wear my leotard under my clothes. But I have always wished that I could wear the pretty, colourful leotards that the girls get to wear. Our kit is so boring and plain” I shamefully mumbled.
“Hey, I’m sorry I yelled.” Jake said apologetically. “One sec” he said as he went over and locked his bedroom door, then came back and sat across form me, setting the box down between us. “ I have a secret too… I also love leotards.” Jake mock whispered. As a big grin grew across his face he pulled up his shirt revealing a shiny purple belly. “I put it on when you went to the bathroom” and with that he took the lid off the box, dumping the contents into a big pile on the floor.

“Wow, where did you get all of these” I remarked. Between us sat a large pile of leotards in all shapes and colours.
“Some are ones ‘borrowed’ from my sister as she doesn’t really use all of them. There are a few she threw out and I rescued from the trash” he said coyly, “the others I stole from the lost and found at the gym” he said with a grin on his face. “Would you like to try one on?”

My heart dropped, I could not believe what he just said. “Really” I said both shocked and confused. My whole life had accumulated to this point, I would actually get to try on a girl’s leotard. I picked out the shiny red leotard team leotard. My mind flashed back to Megan on the car ride home only hours earlier, where she sat beside me in an identical leotard. “Can I try this one” I asked.

“Sure, I’ll turn around” Jake replied casually. Still embarrassed about revealing my deepest darkest secret and stripping in front of my friend, I slowly turned away and took of my clothes. My hands began to shake with excitement as I stepped into the leotard and pulled it up my legs and over my shoulders. I ran my hands across my leotard clad body, starting at my chest and working down towards my slowly growing bulge. The material felt amazing and was nothing like I had ever tried before.

“So how is it” Jake asked. I jumped forgetting all about him in my moment of bliss. I turned around and was taken back by what I saw. Jake stood before me in his shiny purple leotard that had shiny silver patterns across the chest. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the clear outline of his large erection. We stood in silence for a moment as we admired each other’s tight outfits. “It… it feels incredible” I said, still getting to grips with what was happening, unable to take my eyes off of Jake.

“Would you like to feel mine” Jake said taking a step closer to me with his cock visibly twitching in excitement. “Umm, ok” I said hesitantly as I pull my hand away from my chest and placed it on his and began caressing his pecs through the tight outfit. Jake then reached for me, placed a hand around my hip and pulled me closer. We both stood there and explored each other’s leotards with our hands.

“Feels amazing doesn’t it” he whispered into my ear. “Wanna try something that will feel even better?” he continued. I was already in heaven what could possibly be better, I had to find out.
“Sure, what do you want to do?” I questioned. With that Jake slid both of his hands down my back, placing them on my Lycra clad butt. He then pulled our hips together and began to grid out rock hard bulges against each other. I let out a soft moan, overcome with pleasure. “Jake, I think I’m about to cum” I said shakily as Jake continued to thrust our cocks together. Jake tightened the grip on my ass as he began to buck and shudder as steams of hot cum filled his leotard. This sent me over the edge as I released my load. I landed on top of Jake as we collapsed to the bed, our cum soaked bellies and crotches pressed together.

We laid there for a while in a warm sticky embrace. I still could not believe what just happened. We took of our leotard and cleaned up in his en suite bathroom. I stayed for another hour or so playing games then decided to head home. “Wait, before you go” Jake said as he hurried to the bathroom. “I want you to have this” he said handing me the shiny red leotard. “I have plenty, so you might as well take it home to have something to play with. Besides you can always come back and swap it for another one when you get bored”. I thanked him and headed home.

This continued for quite a while, where we would take turns trying on different leotards and filling them with cum. Until one day, on a trip home which presented us with an opportunity we could not refuse.

We were chatting to Jake’s dad about an upcoming competition when Megan asked “Dad, why can’t our team get new leotards, some of the other clubs have had an update” She said, looking down and pulling at her tired looking leotard.
“Well, come to think of it, we haven’t had a change in over two years” he said, pondering the logistics of outfitting an entire team with new attire. “When we get home, why don’t you draw up some ideas for me” A look of pure joy spread across Megan’s face. “And don’t think you two are getting out of this” he added looking over at Jake and I “the boys kit could use a revamp as well”. Little did he know that Jake and I were ecstatic about the opportunity to design our very own leotards.

As soon as we got home Megan ran into the house and began sketching out here ideas for the new girl’s leotard. Jake and I, with far less enthusiasm, joined her at the kitchen table and began drawing our design. We settled on a black tank leotard but with three large scratch marks from the top of the shoulder going down diagonally across the chest. It was the kind a tiger would make as our team mascot was a tiger. We gave Jake’s dad our sketches and he took our measurements so samples could be made.

We put this out of our minds for a few weeks until one day Jakes dad asked us to take a few boxes to his car. When we got back to his house his dad said that the samples were here and that he needed us to try them on. Jake and I looked at each other as we thought that there seemed to be an awful lot of packages for two boy’s leotards and the leotard for his sister. “Now this may seem a bit odd” Jake’s dad said “but I have had a girl’s leotard and a boy’s leotard made for the three of you as I wanted to check the fit on different body types”. Jake and I looked at each other in shock. Thinking about it, this did make sense, Megan was short and petite, Jake was tall and thin, and I was average height with a wider upper body. Jake and I both feigned disgust as Megan squealed in excitement and ran off to her room.

We headed up to Jakes room and unpacked out boxes. First we tried on the boy’s leotard and short and went out onto the landing where Jakes sister was also in the boy’s kit. The shorts were the same plain black as before and the leotard was also basically the same apart from the orange scratches printed onto the fabric. After Jakes dad took a few notes about the fit and finish we rushed back into his bedroom. Finally, we could have a look at the new leotards.
They were shiny orange, with a similar tiger scratch design to the boys but made of a black velvet material rather than printed on. However the leotard was quite different, rather than being tank leotard like the old kit, this had a high neck collar with a round hole on the back near at the base of the neck and the scratches were outlined with diamantes. We watched one another as we pulled the shiny outfits over our bodies, then helped each other with the clasp on the back of the collar.

The fit was perfect, unlike most of the leotards the Jake stole that were usually too tight. There wasn’t a single crease across the whole of our Lycra clad bodies. And then it hit us, how were we going to hide our raging cocks from Jake’s dad. We decided to put the boy’s shorts on and hope his dad just thought we were just covering our modesty and stepped out onto the landing.

Again, his dad took some notes about the fit, but he seemed impressed overall. He didn’t mention the shorts and good thing too as seeing Jakes sister in a matching leotard was driving me crazy. Admiring her, I wondered if that is also what I look like dressed in this leotard.

Jakes dad snapped is note book shut “right, thanks for being my guinea pigs, I have dinner ready down stairs” just as we were about to head back to change Megan blurted out “dad, can we keep our new leotards on please, I love it so much” she said with a smile. “I guess, they are yours now so do what you want with them, boys you can just throw out those leotards, but be sure to keep the boys ones as you need them for the competition as there’s no point getting another set made as they were good enough” he said as he made his way down stairs.

“Yay!” Megan exclaimed, she then turned and looked at us “can you keep them on for dinner it’s fun having us all match” she said almost too loudly, as if she was trying to make sure her dad heard. She then came over to us with a glare in her eyes. “Don’t think I didn’t notice my leotards going missing Jake, and I know what you two get up to” she hissed. Our hearts sank, how did she find out? Megan continued “and you better take advantage of this opportunity to wear girl’s leotards around the house, now let’s not be late for dinner” she said with a devious smile, obviously enjoying the mortified looks on our faces. She abruptly turned her back on us and skipped off down stairs.

The End?