The Cardboard Guy
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I discovered at a young age that I had a desire to wear female clothing, but not just any clothing, it had to be silk and or satin. I thought maybe it was a phase I was going through. I figured if I ignored these desires they would pass. Ignoring them didn't work and they became more intense.
I often found myself sitting and staring at the lingerie section of the large Sears catalogue with the same intensity as I once perused the toy section. The images on the slick pages of full and half slips, nylons and garter belts along with the various wigs and nightgowns always got me as hard as a rock. I sat wishing I had some of them to try on.
Wishing was all one could do. This was the sixties and there was no internet so there was no online ordering. A young man attempting to purchase lingerie was sure to raise eyebrows.
Now my boyhood friend Gene also loved these same articles of clothing, except he had no desire to wear them. He wanted to lay with a girl that was clad in them. Now we weren't bad looking teens, but we were very shy around the girls at school. So Gene's hopes were for nought. All we had was our desires, imaginations and masturbation.
I remember telling my buddy about the black half slip and matching panties that I had recently shoplifted from a speciality shop when I was forced to accompany my Mom on a shopping trip.
"I wear them at night when I jerk off," I confessed.
As Gene and I were sharing embarrassing secrets that afternoon, he disclosed the fact that he had rescued one of his sister's silky nighties from the rag bag.
" I beat off into it almost every night," he admitted.
"It was a good thing I didn't have a sister as a lot of her lingerie would be missing, " I told him after his revelation.
Gene fixed me with a slight smile before continuing.
"So you're saying that if I borrowed some of her things and brought them over you would wear them?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Yes," I responded in an excited voice.
"Would you let me see you wearing them?" he asked.
"Of course," I responded.
Now Gene spent a lot of time at my house as he was the only male child in his family. We didn't hang out with the neighbourhood kids very often as they all wanted to play baseball or some other such sports. We preferred to read, watch tv and played board games. Sometimes he borrowed one of his Dad's Playboy magazine and we devoured the pictures within.
Once he discovered that his Dad's file cabinet was unlocked and he came across an 8mm porno film from his Father's collection and brought it over. I would set up the old movie projector and we would watch the grainy frames of couples doing the down and dirty. Afterwards, we would have great discussions about girls we wanted to perform those acts with.
Now in our childhood, we had built a fort in the corner of my basement from three old refrigerator boxes and it became a variety of housings for our characters when we played. I was even allowed to sleep in it one night as I had outfitted it with an old sleeping bag, blanket and pillow.
When we outgrew the place, I didn't throw it out but kept it together because I often hid there sometimes when I needed to be alone. I recalled it was shortly after school ended for the summer that my Mom called me to the phone one evening. My buddy was on the other end.
"I have something for you," he said.
My teenage prick jumped as he spoke the words.
"What did you get?" I asked barely able to keep my voice low.
"You will have to wait and see for yourself. So when should I bring them over?" he asked.
"Tomorrow," was all I said. "Mom's going shopping and Grandma is babysitting so we can use the fort."
The next day I flew to admit him when I saw him walking up the driveway with a shopping bag. I met him at the door and took the bag to our fort and resisted the temptation to look inside. We lingered upstairs until Mom was getting ready to leave and gave us the speech about behaving or making enough noise to wake the baby.
As soon as Mom backed out of the driveway Gene and I headed downstairs. He occupied himself playing on the pool table while I entered the old fort. Once inside I could no longer stand upright, so I grabbed the bag and walked in my knees to that back of the fort. I emptied the contents of the bag and my hard prick almost tore through my jeans.
Inside were a blonde wig, white bra and panties and a white silk and lace half slip. I flopped on my back and couldn't remove my street clothes fast enough. As I slid the silky white panties up my legs, I could feel the tingling sensation in my cock and balls that heralded an erection.
Next came the white half slip. I ran my fingers over the embroidered hem before I drew it up slowly to enjoy the sensation of the smooth and cool material caressing my legs. I was as hard as a rock before the elastic band settled on my waist.
I fastened the bra around my chest and felt sad that I could not fill the empty cups. To remedy this, I grabbed my socks and rolled them up and inserted them into the empty cups. I ran my hands over my fake boobs and was pleased with the sensation. I then placed the wig on my head and making sure that none of my dark hair was exposed.
I laid back against the pillow and I was as ready as I would ever be, so I called out to Gene. A second or two later Gene's figure was crawling toward me. My heart beat faster as he moved and soon he was kneeling at my feet. It wasn't totally dark inside the box thanks to some small holes in the side and roof.
I could see him smile as he knelt there just staring at me.
"Damn, if you don't look like a real girl," he stated.
"I want you," I said in a feminine whisper that surprised even me.
It was a line we had read in a trashy novel and it seemed appropriate. A second later my buddy began to strip off his street clothes. I ran my hands over my lingerie clad body and told him to hurry. Once again the request was made in a soft silky voice that I never knew I possessed. Soon my buddy was totally naked and sporting a tremendous hard-on.
I became excited and my prick stiffened in its silk prison. Now I expected him to grab his manhood and commence to jack off as he stared at me. So I was a little taken aback when he crawled forward and placed his knees on either side of my thighs. He lowered his body so that his cock was flat against his belly and my slip.
Gene began to slide his manhood up and down against me. I wasn't afraid, I was excited and I moaned. That seemed to excite Gene even more and he increased the speed of his sliding.
"I like it when you make that sound," Gene confessed.
"Then I'll keep doing it," I responded.
My cock had grown very hard in the silky panties and I could feel the heat of his hard cock against it as he slid up and down the slip.
"That feels so good," I told him in that soft feminine voice.
That caused him to increase the speed of his slide as well as increasing the weight of his body against me and I was in heaven. I was dressed in the silkiest lingerie and a long blonde wig while my buddy was rubbing his hard prick against me.
"I'm cumming," Gene said after a short time and I told him that I was also ready to finish.
Less than a second or two later he emptied the contents of his balls on the slip while I let loose in my panties. He collapsed on top of me and stayed there for about a minute, were both breathing hard. He eventually crawled off me and redressed. I waited until he left before I shed my finery and redressed.
I grabbed us a couple of bottles of pop and we headed to the patio.
"That was something else," he finally said.
"Yes, it was," I responded.
"Can we do it again?" he asked hopefully.
"Anytime you want," I responded.
"Good. Then keep the wig and the other stuff," he told me.
"Won't they be missed?" I asked.
"Naw. My sister has dozens of panties, slips and bras. The wig had long been forgotten about and was in a junk closet." he informed me.
"How do I clean all the spunk off of them?" I asked.
"My sister washes them by hand in the sink with a bar of soap. She then hangs them up to dry." I was told.
"I can hang them in the fort as no one goes in there but us," I informed him.
"Maybe I can borrow a pair of her nylons and a garter belt for our next session," Gene said with a smile.
"That would be great," I responded as my prick began to thicken again at the thought of wearing nylons.
"You know if anyone finds out we're screwed," Gene added.
"Then we must keep this a secret," I responded and we swore each other to silence.
To be continued.
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