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A PANTYHOSE CHRISTMAS
The year of my twelfth Christmas was the first one in which both my parents worked and therefore Mom had asked me to help more this year with getting the house decorated. We seldom decorated more than a week before Christmas other than Dad and a neighbor putting up the outdoor lights over the Thanksgiving weekend.
After arriving home from school one afternoon I raced up to my room, jumped out of my shoes, socks and briefs and slipped on a pair of off-black STW pantyhose Nick had given me. Now that I was in puberty the pantyhose fit me perfectly. They had always felt fantastic but with my increased height and weight it meant the nylon fabric was extended fully which showed off just how sheer the pantyhose were. I proceeded down to the basement wearing only the pantyhose and my white button down shirt. I pulled several boxes marked Christmas from the closet and began carrying them up to the living room.
One by one I began placing centerpieces, figurines and wall art where we had placed them for as long as my young mind could remember. I found the wreaths for the kitchen and front doors. I decided to be provocative and not put pants on when I hung them. With the doors wide open, I placed the wreaths on the doors. I had hoped someone would drive by and toot their horn or someone walking by the house would take notice but I had no such luck. I decided to tackle one room at a time since I had to pack a few things in order to put out the decorations.
After I finished in the living and dining rooms, I decided I wanted to take a break so I headed for the kitchen for a snack. I sat at the kitchen table with a glass of milk and cookies. At one point I crossed my legs and when I did, the top of my left thigh brushed against the underside of the table. Instinctively, my breath caught as I looked down at my leg. I ran my hand over my leg and was relieved to see that the pantyhose had not run though they now had a few small snags. Once I finished my snack I returned to the living room and the boxes.
I got wrapped-up in my work and lost track of time. I didn’t hear the front door open and not until the dog went running toward the hall did I realize Dad was home. My back was to him as I knelt over a large box. He said “Hi, I see you’ve been busy.” I turned my head to look at him and replied “Yeah, I’ll be finished in another hour or so and then that will leave the tree for everyone.” Dad nodded, then hesitated as if he were going to say something but then he turned and went to his room to change. It was okay for me to wear pantyhose in the house openly around him but I wasn’t supposed to wear them openly without underwear. I slowly turned and looked down to my backside. Just as I’d thought, my shirt tail had risen and was resting below my waist and above most of my sheer clad ass. I figured I would get a lecture about it before long.
Dad came down and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. I walked in carrying the electric candoliers for the windows. The window over the kitchen sink was a little bit of a reach. I quickly sensed that my shirt was hiking up. Dad took notice immediately and said “Michael… You are showing a lot of ass in those pantyhose don’t you think? Put a pair of underwear over or under them.” Continuing my work I replied “Huh, oh okay.” Dad did not like that I was ignoring him and said “If you don’t get upstairs now I am going to make you take them off. Get moving!” The decorating would have to wait. I spun around and as I did Dad blurted “Jeeze! What did you do to your pantyhose? That’s quite a run.” I was surprised and looked down to see that the snagged area in my hose had opened up and I now had a wide run over the front of my thigh and down past my knee. I sighed and replied that I had snagged the hose earlier and had no idea that they had run. Dad asked if the pantyhose were a pair he had bought me and I quickly answered “Nope” as I ran up to my room to change. I quickly pulled the hose off and put the exact same type on. I balled up the ruined hose to be thrown out later.
I returned to the kitchen to complete my work only this time I had briefs on under my pantyhose. Dad looked up when I entered and said “That is much better. So, if I didn’t buy you those pantyhose then where did you get them?” I sighed and softly asked that he not ask me. I promised that I had not stolen them. He said “They look just like those other pantyhose. If you aren’t taking them then how are you getting them? Is someone buying you nylons?” I stood quiet for a few minutes while I pondered how I was going to answer without lying. Finally, I said “Someone gave me some pantyhose on the condition that I not disclose the donor’s identity.” Dad chuckled and said “Well that couldn’t be any more cryptic. Is the “donor” male or female?” I was beginning to think I was going to have to lie but answered firmly “The person who gave them to me knows I like pantyhose and has no use for them and thought I would want them and knows you and Mom would not approve. That is why it is a secret.” Dad stared at me silently for a few minutes then shrugged his shoulders. The subject had been put to rest, at least for now and I was relieved that the questions had stopped.
My parents had decided I could be in the house alone during the day during Christmas break and I was thrilled. I was never one to search for Christmas presents because I wanted to be surprised but I did want to know where Dad was hiding the Hanes pantyhose he had purchased for me. I knew to stay out of my parent’s room so I checked the guest room and several closets but could not find them. I finally gave up, thinking he must have them in the trunk of his car. I could not wait to have them and pull on a pair.
Two days before Christmas I slipped into a pair of suntan L’eggs Regular with reinforced toes. I also put on my oldest sneakers. I rarely wore them. Actually, the only reason I kept them was to wear them when doing yard work and well, they were extremely comfortable too. Not long after lunch I began to realize my feet were feeling a little warm in the sneakers. I pulled my left foot out of its shoe and felt my stocking foot. It was beginning to dampen as was the reinforcement. I slipped my foot back into the sneaker and told myself I would continue to wear them a while longer before sniffing my feet. Yeah, that’s something I liked to do from time to time. Sniff my feet after having worn pantyhose for some time and see if the pantyhose or my feet had an odor.
Late that afternoon I ran up to my room and sat on my bed while I popped my heels in and out of my sneakers. Lying on my back, I raised my legs in the air and admired how they looked enveloped in the sheer suntan nylon. When I could no longer curb my desire I pulled off my left shoe and immediately brought my foot to my nose. I pressed my nose into the nylon behind my toes and inhaled. There was an odor, by no means was it strong but it was detectable and I found it quite erotic. It was a sweet and sweaty scent. I ran my nose all over the sole of my left foot, from toes to heel and back. I was now sporting a boner in my pantyhose and I decided to ignore it and just let it poke and stretch the pantyhose. I slipped my left shoe back on and removed my right one.
While lying on my back I brought my right foot to my face and inhaled deeply. I surprised myself when I softly mumbled “Mmmm.” As I continued to wiggle and push my nose into my nylon toes I heard Dad clear his throat. I wanted the bed to open up and swallow me. I had become so wrapped up in my play I didn’t hear him come in and the damned dog didn’t alert me. After clearing his throat Dad began to speak but couldn’t because he began to chuckle and shake his head from side to side then he placed his hands to either side of his head. I had begun to slowly lower my foot from my face which I could tell was red hot with embarrassment. Finally, Dad said “I wish I could un-see this” and then he began laughing hard while I lay there horrified. When he regained his composure he said “I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the store with me but I think it’s a safe bet you would rather do something else.” I didn’t answer but let out a deep groan as Dad turned and headed downstairs. Moments later, I heard the door open then close.
I noticed that though I was embarrassed I had not lost my boner nor had I lost my lustful cravings for my stocking feet. I slipped my right foot back into my shoe then removed my left shoe again and began to sniff the slightly damp nylon. As I sniffed I thought about how Dad had caught me again with a boner while wearing pantyhose and what he must be thinking to see that I also have a fetish for pantyhose feet. I know it was wrong but I just could not help but think how much it would have turned me on if he had given me hell for being a pantyhose freak. I fantasized that he would have walked into my room, grabbed me and put me over his knee and spanked me until my ass was red in the pantyhose while admonishing me for being so sexual with pantyhose. I knew he would never actually do that but the fantasy of being man-handled turned me on so much that I suddenly came in my pantyhose without touching myself while my foot was pressed to my face.
The feeling of cumming was incredible as my cock twitched involuntarily. I could feel each spurt and quickly thought “I don’t want it to end.” I went to the bathroom and wiped the cum from my hose with toilet tissue. I had the thought that I wanted to see just how “stinky” I could make the feet of the pantyhose so I decided I would wear them each day with my old sneakers leading up to Christmas. I figured by Christmas Eve I would have them so crusty from cumming in them daily that I’d be ready to toss them and hopefully the feet of them would be erotically nice and ripe too.
I pealed the pantyhose off and placed the foot section of each stocking in my beat-up sneakers and returned them to my closet. I went back to the bathroom and washed up then slipped on a pair of No Nonsense STW Dad had bought for me. I wasn’t looking forward to facing him for fear he would want to talk about what had happened. I went back downstairs wearing the black pantyhose over briefs and an over-sized t-shirt. Dad arrived back to the house about half-an-hour later. He was carrying two bags of groceries and began putting them away. He raised his brows slightly when he saw I was wearing a different pair of pantyhose but said nothing as he put the groceries away. He said Mom would be home late because she was going out with some of her girlfriends so he was going to prepare dinner. I went to the refrigerator to get a drink and as I walked past him he smiled and snickered. I didn’t stop but continued on. As I poured Dad said “I think you need to close your bedroom door from now on, even if you think no one is home. Okay?” I answered back “Okay” then Dad added “So… how long have you been into smelling your feet while wearing nylons?” “Ugh! Oh my gosh! Dad!” I shrieked as Dad began to laugh.
I went up to my room and removed the pantyhose then put a pair of pants on and went back down to get my drink. When I walked into the kitchen Dad said “I didn’t say you had to wear pants.” He noticed my bare feet then said “Why did you take them off? Look, you can wear nylons; I just want you to be discreet when you are doing your private play.” I gulped down my drink then headed back to my room. I jumped out of my pants and slipped the black pantyhose on again and headed for the recreation room. I turned on the television then lay on the sofa. Not long after, I drifted off to sleep only to awaken shortly thereafter. I pulled down the crocheted blanket from atop the sofa and spread it over myself. Just before 7:00 p.m. I was jostled awake by Dad who said dinner was ready and that he’d been calling for sometime.
I was in a really deep sleep and still out of it though I was speaking. I asked if I could eat later because I wanted to continue sleeping. Dad said I could but as I squirmed on the sofa he must have seen my hose because he said “You’re going to have to take those nylons off first in case your mother comes home.” I knew he was right but I ignored him because my desire to sleep was greater than the fear of being caught. Dad said “Michael, come on, you can’t keep them on down here.” I lay on the sofa half asleep. Next thing I knew I could feel Dad’s hands take hold of the waistband of the pantyhose. He began to tug it down over my ass and groin. “Don’t bother to help any” I heard him mutter under his breath. I could feel his huge knuckles sc**** across my legs as he slowly lowered the pantyhose. Once he had them down to my knees I could feel myself begin to get hard and I hoped he had not noticed. With the palms of his hands, he pushed the pantyhose over my knees then alternated doing so on each leg until I could feel the pantyhose around my ankles. I opened my eyes just enough to see what he was doing. Dad tucked his fingers inside the waistband and pulled the pantyhose from both feet in one swift motion.
The pantyhose were mashed up like an accordion and he kept them that way as he placed them on the armrest then replaced the blanket. Dad then scooped up the pantyhose with one hand and balled them up as he proceeded up stairs. I could not believe what had just happened and I thought it was incredibly erotic. I knew it was not unusual for a lot of guys to have a fantasy regarding their mother at some point but I wondered if it was normal as a gay male to have a fantasy regarding your Dad. Make no mistake, I wasn’t fantasizing about having sex, I just liked the thought of something homoerotic. As I let what had just happened replay over and over in my mind I couldn’t really think of anything that could have been more erotic than my Dad removing from pantyhose.
Finally, at 8:30 Dad came down and made me get up for fear I would not sleep later. As I sat up and lowered my feet to the floor I stretched and took a few minutes to get my bearings. Dad said “Oh I took your pantyhose off. I was afraid your Mom might come home with you down here.” “What? Does he really think I don’t know, or is he just being coy?” I decided to plead ignorance and said “Oh yeah, good idea. Where did you put them?” Dad said “Threw them out. You had a long run in them. You seem to be making a habit of that.” “What! They were brand new” I exclaimed. Dad laughed, and then said he had placed them under the covers of my bed and that there weren’t any runs in them. I rose from the sofa and headed up to my room to throw on my pants and then went down to the kitchen and ate a late dinner. When I did finally turn in, the pantyhose were where Dad said he had placed them. However, I was surprised to find that he had shaken them out and folded them neatly before hiding them.
Over the next couple of days leading up to Christmas I continued to wear the “sneaker” pantyhose with my sneakers. I decided not to cum in them anymore because I was afraid the scent of cum might overtake the sneaker scent. With school being out, I was able to wear the pantyhose from early a.m. until late p.m. with my banged up sneakers. Mom noticed them and commented as to why I was wearing those old things. I simply said they feel so good because they are so well broken in. She just shrugged and let it go. Dad on the other hand smirked and winked when our eyes met. By Christmas Eve, the pantyhose had a “good stink” on them. By no means were they pungent because my feet just don’t sweat but they had taken on the scent of the old sneakers.
Late Christmas Eve morning, I locked the door to my bedroom then pulled my shoe from my left foot. Sitting on my bed, I lowered my face to my foot and inhaled deeply as I wiggled my damp toes over my nose. “Fuck! This is so kinky and hot!” I thought to myself. I pulled my right shoe off and brought the soles of my feet within inches of each other then lowered my face to them. I ran my nose over the arches then under my reinforced toes which I wiggled as I sniffed. I then moved to the tops of the reinforcements. My cock was raging hard in the pantyhose and I could just make out the faint outline of the cum stain in the panty. Softly, I murmured “Sniff my pantyhose stinky feet Nick” as I continued to inhale the damp sheer nylon. I began to pull on my hosed cock as I kept my nose firmly placed between the hosed toes.
I nearly came involuntarily so I knew I didn’t have long. Like a dog in heat I alternated between sniffing my hosed feet and one of my sneakers as I began to stroke my hosed cock. I barely lasted two minutes when “Oooh! Ugh!” I could feel I was going to bust. I wanted it to be as hot as possible so I began to softly call out to Nick. “Oh Nick, fuck me in my pantyhose! Eat my stinky feet Wolf Man. You love my pantyhose stinky feet!” By now I was on my knees with my shoe shoved against my face as I stroked my cock. “Oh SHIT!” I cried out in a hushed whisper as I began to cum in my pantyhose. The intensity of the ejaculation took my breath away but I continued to stroke. I could feel the cum all over my hand and when I finally removed the shoe and gave my pantyhose a look I could see that I had soaked them well.
I needed to catch my breath so I lay on my back for a few minutes. Once I had recovered I began to stroke myself again. I wasn’t able to cum again but did have a dry orgasm. I needed to get a shower and as I walked into the bathroom I debated just throwing the pantyhose away. There was nothing wrong with them; they were just cum soaked and smelly. I decided I should wash and keep them since Dad was being so cool by buying them for me. Once in the shower, I kept the pantyhose on. As I soaped up my body, I lathered the pantyhose on my ass, legs, groin and feet. That was the first time I’d ever worn pantyhose like that and I thought it was highly erotic.
My Mom had to work from 8:00-12:00 p.m. on Christmas Eve but Dad had the entire day off. After I had showered, I put on the black No Nonsense STW I’d worn a few days prior. I did not wear underwear with them as I put my school gym shorts over them as well as my gym t-shirt. My school’s gym uniform was black shorts trimmed in gold with a gold t-shirt with black screen printed school name. I thought the uniform coordinated well with black pantyhose. I padded down to the kitchen stocking footed in search of something to eat for lunch. Dad was listening to the radio and reading the paper. Dad said “Well, that’s one way to wear your uniform. I wonder how well that would go over at school?” As I looked into the refrigerator I answered “It would either go horribly wrong and I’d have a lot of friends I didn’t know I had.” Dad asked “What are you looking for?” I replied that I wanted something for lunch. Dad looked at his watch. It was now 11:30 a.m. He asked if I wanted to go get a pizza and I told him it sounded good. He told me to run up stairs and put some clothes on. I changed my shirt and put on pin-wale corduroy jeans and sneakers but no socks.
When I returned to the kitchen Dad was gone. Just a few minutes later he returned from the garage holding the two bags from Hutzler’s and the one from Parklane Hosiery. As he handed them to me he said “Merry Christmas.” I thanked him and then ran up to my room to hide the bags. Moments later we were eating pizza at Rocco’s. On our short drive home Dad said “Well, boy, you got 29 pair of quality pantyhose out of me this Christmas, I hope you take care of them.” I sincerely replied to him “Oh I will. I promise I will take care of them and when they get a run I will continue to wear them until they are rags.” “Well, I don’t know that you have to go that far, but just take care of them.
Mom arrived home not long after we did and we did the usual family things on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Mom had to work the day after Christmas so that was my first opportunity to put on a pair of the Hanes STW. When I awoke I grabbed a packet of the Hanes in the shade South Pacific. I was surprised that I was actually shaking slightly as I gathered the length of each leg. Once I placed my feet into the stockings my cock was rock hard. I slowly and carefully slid the cool, sheer nylon up my legs. Once I pulled the panty over my hips, ass and groin I was so turned on that I wanted to cum in the pantyhose then and there. I told myself that it just wasn’t allowed and that I had to treat these pantyhose with respect. Besides, I still had plenty of pantyhose from Nick as well as the L’eggs and No Nonsense Dad had purchased for me if I wanted to cum in hose.
I put my school gym uniform on then slipped on my bedroom slippers. I knew I’d have to wear slippers with these pantyhose as there was no way I’d make it half-way across the kitchen’s tile floor without getting runs in these super sheer pantyhose. I went down to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Dad wasn’t up yet so I took the opportunity to run my hand over the top of my sheer clad thighs as I ate my cereal. I was relishing the glass like smoothness of the ultra sheer nylon. Dad came down and began brewing coffee. As he waited on it he asked “So… Is that a pair of Hanes you are wearing? I imagine you couldn’t wait to get into a pair of them.” I stopped eating and answered back “Yes, it is. They feel fantastic. I love them. Thanks again Dad.” Dad said “You’re welcome.”
I rose and walked to the sink to rinse out my bowl and juice glass then placed them in the dishwasher. As I did so, Dad commented “Those nylons really are sheer. Your legs look tan but from here I can’t really see the nylon.” As I walked back toward the table Dad reached out with his right hand. He lightly ran his hand up and down the front of my legs from thigh past knee. “Oh boy! I bet you do like these. A twelve year old boy wearing Hanes pantyhose. Well, the next few days will be interesting to see how long they last.” I loved it when Dad rubbed my legs and it caused me to think about Nick and how much I missed him. I again promised Dad I would be very careful with them and I was. I always got at least five full days wear from a pair and often got nine wears from pairs before getting a run. I was also true to my word that just because I got a run didn’t mean I would give them up. I wore each pair from pristine to nearly rags before tossing them.
This was definitely my favorite Christmas.
The year of my twelfth Christmas was the first one in which both my parents worked and therefore Mom had asked me to help more this year with getting the house decorated. We seldom decorated more than a week before Christmas other than Dad and a neighbor putting up the outdoor lights over the Thanksgiving weekend.
After arriving home from school one afternoon I raced up to my room, jumped out of my shoes, socks and briefs and slipped on a pair of off-black STW pantyhose Nick had given me. Now that I was in puberty the pantyhose fit me perfectly. They had always felt fantastic but with my increased height and weight it meant the nylon fabric was extended fully which showed off just how sheer the pantyhose were. I proceeded down to the basement wearing only the pantyhose and my white button down shirt. I pulled several boxes marked Christmas from the closet and began carrying them up to the living room.
One by one I began placing centerpieces, figurines and wall art where we had placed them for as long as my young mind could remember. I found the wreaths for the kitchen and front doors. I decided to be provocative and not put pants on when I hung them. With the doors wide open, I placed the wreaths on the doors. I had hoped someone would drive by and toot their horn or someone walking by the house would take notice but I had no such luck. I decided to tackle one room at a time since I had to pack a few things in order to put out the decorations.
After I finished in the living and dining rooms, I decided I wanted to take a break so I headed for the kitchen for a snack. I sat at the kitchen table with a glass of milk and cookies. At one point I crossed my legs and when I did, the top of my left thigh brushed against the underside of the table. Instinctively, my breath caught as I looked down at my leg. I ran my hand over my leg and was relieved to see that the pantyhose had not run though they now had a few small snags. Once I finished my snack I returned to the living room and the boxes.
I got wrapped-up in my work and lost track of time. I didn’t hear the front door open and not until the dog went running toward the hall did I realize Dad was home. My back was to him as I knelt over a large box. He said “Hi, I see you’ve been busy.” I turned my head to look at him and replied “Yeah, I’ll be finished in another hour or so and then that will leave the tree for everyone.” Dad nodded, then hesitated as if he were going to say something but then he turned and went to his room to change. It was okay for me to wear pantyhose in the house openly around him but I wasn’t supposed to wear them openly without underwear. I slowly turned and looked down to my backside. Just as I’d thought, my shirt tail had risen and was resting below my waist and above most of my sheer clad ass. I figured I would get a lecture about it before long.
Dad came down and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. I walked in carrying the electric candoliers for the windows. The window over the kitchen sink was a little bit of a reach. I quickly sensed that my shirt was hiking up. Dad took notice immediately and said “Michael… You are showing a lot of ass in those pantyhose don’t you think? Put a pair of underwear over or under them.” Continuing my work I replied “Huh, oh okay.” Dad did not like that I was ignoring him and said “If you don’t get upstairs now I am going to make you take them off. Get moving!” The decorating would have to wait. I spun around and as I did Dad blurted “Jeeze! What did you do to your pantyhose? That’s quite a run.” I was surprised and looked down to see that the snagged area in my hose had opened up and I now had a wide run over the front of my thigh and down past my knee. I sighed and replied that I had snagged the hose earlier and had no idea that they had run. Dad asked if the pantyhose were a pair he had bought me and I quickly answered “Nope” as I ran up to my room to change. I quickly pulled the hose off and put the exact same type on. I balled up the ruined hose to be thrown out later.
I returned to the kitchen to complete my work only this time I had briefs on under my pantyhose. Dad looked up when I entered and said “That is much better. So, if I didn’t buy you those pantyhose then where did you get them?” I sighed and softly asked that he not ask me. I promised that I had not stolen them. He said “They look just like those other pantyhose. If you aren’t taking them then how are you getting them? Is someone buying you nylons?” I stood quiet for a few minutes while I pondered how I was going to answer without lying. Finally, I said “Someone gave me some pantyhose on the condition that I not disclose the donor’s identity.” Dad chuckled and said “Well that couldn’t be any more cryptic. Is the “donor” male or female?” I was beginning to think I was going to have to lie but answered firmly “The person who gave them to me knows I like pantyhose and has no use for them and thought I would want them and knows you and Mom would not approve. That is why it is a secret.” Dad stared at me silently for a few minutes then shrugged his shoulders. The subject had been put to rest, at least for now and I was relieved that the questions had stopped.
My parents had decided I could be in the house alone during the day during Christmas break and I was thrilled. I was never one to search for Christmas presents because I wanted to be surprised but I did want to know where Dad was hiding the Hanes pantyhose he had purchased for me. I knew to stay out of my parent’s room so I checked the guest room and several closets but could not find them. I finally gave up, thinking he must have them in the trunk of his car. I could not wait to have them and pull on a pair.
Two days before Christmas I slipped into a pair of suntan L’eggs Regular with reinforced toes. I also put on my oldest sneakers. I rarely wore them. Actually, the only reason I kept them was to wear them when doing yard work and well, they were extremely comfortable too. Not long after lunch I began to realize my feet were feeling a little warm in the sneakers. I pulled my left foot out of its shoe and felt my stocking foot. It was beginning to dampen as was the reinforcement. I slipped my foot back into the sneaker and told myself I would continue to wear them a while longer before sniffing my feet. Yeah, that’s something I liked to do from time to time. Sniff my feet after having worn pantyhose for some time and see if the pantyhose or my feet had an odor.
Late that afternoon I ran up to my room and sat on my bed while I popped my heels in and out of my sneakers. Lying on my back, I raised my legs in the air and admired how they looked enveloped in the sheer suntan nylon. When I could no longer curb my desire I pulled off my left shoe and immediately brought my foot to my nose. I pressed my nose into the nylon behind my toes and inhaled. There was an odor, by no means was it strong but it was detectable and I found it quite erotic. It was a sweet and sweaty scent. I ran my nose all over the sole of my left foot, from toes to heel and back. I was now sporting a boner in my pantyhose and I decided to ignore it and just let it poke and stretch the pantyhose. I slipped my left shoe back on and removed my right one.
While lying on my back I brought my right foot to my face and inhaled deeply. I surprised myself when I softly mumbled “Mmmm.” As I continued to wiggle and push my nose into my nylon toes I heard Dad clear his throat. I wanted the bed to open up and swallow me. I had become so wrapped up in my play I didn’t hear him come in and the damned dog didn’t alert me. After clearing his throat Dad began to speak but couldn’t because he began to chuckle and shake his head from side to side then he placed his hands to either side of his head. I had begun to slowly lower my foot from my face which I could tell was red hot with embarrassment. Finally, Dad said “I wish I could un-see this” and then he began laughing hard while I lay there horrified. When he regained his composure he said “I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the store with me but I think it’s a safe bet you would rather do something else.” I didn’t answer but let out a deep groan as Dad turned and headed downstairs. Moments later, I heard the door open then close.
I noticed that though I was embarrassed I had not lost my boner nor had I lost my lustful cravings for my stocking feet. I slipped my right foot back into my shoe then removed my left shoe again and began to sniff the slightly damp nylon. As I sniffed I thought about how Dad had caught me again with a boner while wearing pantyhose and what he must be thinking to see that I also have a fetish for pantyhose feet. I know it was wrong but I just could not help but think how much it would have turned me on if he had given me hell for being a pantyhose freak. I fantasized that he would have walked into my room, grabbed me and put me over his knee and spanked me until my ass was red in the pantyhose while admonishing me for being so sexual with pantyhose. I knew he would never actually do that but the fantasy of being man-handled turned me on so much that I suddenly came in my pantyhose without touching myself while my foot was pressed to my face.
The feeling of cumming was incredible as my cock twitched involuntarily. I could feel each spurt and quickly thought “I don’t want it to end.” I went to the bathroom and wiped the cum from my hose with toilet tissue. I had the thought that I wanted to see just how “stinky” I could make the feet of the pantyhose so I decided I would wear them each day with my old sneakers leading up to Christmas. I figured by Christmas Eve I would have them so crusty from cumming in them daily that I’d be ready to toss them and hopefully the feet of them would be erotically nice and ripe too.
I pealed the pantyhose off and placed the foot section of each stocking in my beat-up sneakers and returned them to my closet. I went back to the bathroom and washed up then slipped on a pair of No Nonsense STW Dad had bought for me. I wasn’t looking forward to facing him for fear he would want to talk about what had happened. I went back downstairs wearing the black pantyhose over briefs and an over-sized t-shirt. Dad arrived back to the house about half-an-hour later. He was carrying two bags of groceries and began putting them away. He raised his brows slightly when he saw I was wearing a different pair of pantyhose but said nothing as he put the groceries away. He said Mom would be home late because she was going out with some of her girlfriends so he was going to prepare dinner. I went to the refrigerator to get a drink and as I walked past him he smiled and snickered. I didn’t stop but continued on. As I poured Dad said “I think you need to close your bedroom door from now on, even if you think no one is home. Okay?” I answered back “Okay” then Dad added “So… how long have you been into smelling your feet while wearing nylons?” “Ugh! Oh my gosh! Dad!” I shrieked as Dad began to laugh.
I went up to my room and removed the pantyhose then put a pair of pants on and went back down to get my drink. When I walked into the kitchen Dad said “I didn’t say you had to wear pants.” He noticed my bare feet then said “Why did you take them off? Look, you can wear nylons; I just want you to be discreet when you are doing your private play.” I gulped down my drink then headed back to my room. I jumped out of my pants and slipped the black pantyhose on again and headed for the recreation room. I turned on the television then lay on the sofa. Not long after, I drifted off to sleep only to awaken shortly thereafter. I pulled down the crocheted blanket from atop the sofa and spread it over myself. Just before 7:00 p.m. I was jostled awake by Dad who said dinner was ready and that he’d been calling for sometime.
I was in a really deep sleep and still out of it though I was speaking. I asked if I could eat later because I wanted to continue sleeping. Dad said I could but as I squirmed on the sofa he must have seen my hose because he said “You’re going to have to take those nylons off first in case your mother comes home.” I knew he was right but I ignored him because my desire to sleep was greater than the fear of being caught. Dad said “Michael, come on, you can’t keep them on down here.” I lay on the sofa half asleep. Next thing I knew I could feel Dad’s hands take hold of the waistband of the pantyhose. He began to tug it down over my ass and groin. “Don’t bother to help any” I heard him mutter under his breath. I could feel his huge knuckles sc**** across my legs as he slowly lowered the pantyhose. Once he had them down to my knees I could feel myself begin to get hard and I hoped he had not noticed. With the palms of his hands, he pushed the pantyhose over my knees then alternated doing so on each leg until I could feel the pantyhose around my ankles. I opened my eyes just enough to see what he was doing. Dad tucked his fingers inside the waistband and pulled the pantyhose from both feet in one swift motion.
The pantyhose were mashed up like an accordion and he kept them that way as he placed them on the armrest then replaced the blanket. Dad then scooped up the pantyhose with one hand and balled them up as he proceeded up stairs. I could not believe what had just happened and I thought it was incredibly erotic. I knew it was not unusual for a lot of guys to have a fantasy regarding their mother at some point but I wondered if it was normal as a gay male to have a fantasy regarding your Dad. Make no mistake, I wasn’t fantasizing about having sex, I just liked the thought of something homoerotic. As I let what had just happened replay over and over in my mind I couldn’t really think of anything that could have been more erotic than my Dad removing from pantyhose.
Finally, at 8:30 Dad came down and made me get up for fear I would not sleep later. As I sat up and lowered my feet to the floor I stretched and took a few minutes to get my bearings. Dad said “Oh I took your pantyhose off. I was afraid your Mom might come home with you down here.” “What? Does he really think I don’t know, or is he just being coy?” I decided to plead ignorance and said “Oh yeah, good idea. Where did you put them?” Dad said “Threw them out. You had a long run in them. You seem to be making a habit of that.” “What! They were brand new” I exclaimed. Dad laughed, and then said he had placed them under the covers of my bed and that there weren’t any runs in them. I rose from the sofa and headed up to my room to throw on my pants and then went down to the kitchen and ate a late dinner. When I did finally turn in, the pantyhose were where Dad said he had placed them. However, I was surprised to find that he had shaken them out and folded them neatly before hiding them.
Over the next couple of days leading up to Christmas I continued to wear the “sneaker” pantyhose with my sneakers. I decided not to cum in them anymore because I was afraid the scent of cum might overtake the sneaker scent. With school being out, I was able to wear the pantyhose from early a.m. until late p.m. with my banged up sneakers. Mom noticed them and commented as to why I was wearing those old things. I simply said they feel so good because they are so well broken in. She just shrugged and let it go. Dad on the other hand smirked and winked when our eyes met. By Christmas Eve, the pantyhose had a “good stink” on them. By no means were they pungent because my feet just don’t sweat but they had taken on the scent of the old sneakers.
Late Christmas Eve morning, I locked the door to my bedroom then pulled my shoe from my left foot. Sitting on my bed, I lowered my face to my foot and inhaled deeply as I wiggled my damp toes over my nose. “Fuck! This is so kinky and hot!” I thought to myself. I pulled my right shoe off and brought the soles of my feet within inches of each other then lowered my face to them. I ran my nose over the arches then under my reinforced toes which I wiggled as I sniffed. I then moved to the tops of the reinforcements. My cock was raging hard in the pantyhose and I could just make out the faint outline of the cum stain in the panty. Softly, I murmured “Sniff my pantyhose stinky feet Nick” as I continued to inhale the damp sheer nylon. I began to pull on my hosed cock as I kept my nose firmly placed between the hosed toes.
I nearly came involuntarily so I knew I didn’t have long. Like a dog in heat I alternated between sniffing my hosed feet and one of my sneakers as I began to stroke my hosed cock. I barely lasted two minutes when “Oooh! Ugh!” I could feel I was going to bust. I wanted it to be as hot as possible so I began to softly call out to Nick. “Oh Nick, fuck me in my pantyhose! Eat my stinky feet Wolf Man. You love my pantyhose stinky feet!” By now I was on my knees with my shoe shoved against my face as I stroked my cock. “Oh SHIT!” I cried out in a hushed whisper as I began to cum in my pantyhose. The intensity of the ejaculation took my breath away but I continued to stroke. I could feel the cum all over my hand and when I finally removed the shoe and gave my pantyhose a look I could see that I had soaked them well.
I needed to catch my breath so I lay on my back for a few minutes. Once I had recovered I began to stroke myself again. I wasn’t able to cum again but did have a dry orgasm. I needed to get a shower and as I walked into the bathroom I debated just throwing the pantyhose away. There was nothing wrong with them; they were just cum soaked and smelly. I decided I should wash and keep them since Dad was being so cool by buying them for me. Once in the shower, I kept the pantyhose on. As I soaped up my body, I lathered the pantyhose on my ass, legs, groin and feet. That was the first time I’d ever worn pantyhose like that and I thought it was highly erotic.
My Mom had to work from 8:00-12:00 p.m. on Christmas Eve but Dad had the entire day off. After I had showered, I put on the black No Nonsense STW I’d worn a few days prior. I did not wear underwear with them as I put my school gym shorts over them as well as my gym t-shirt. My school’s gym uniform was black shorts trimmed in gold with a gold t-shirt with black screen printed school name. I thought the uniform coordinated well with black pantyhose. I padded down to the kitchen stocking footed in search of something to eat for lunch. Dad was listening to the radio and reading the paper. Dad said “Well, that’s one way to wear your uniform. I wonder how well that would go over at school?” As I looked into the refrigerator I answered “It would either go horribly wrong and I’d have a lot of friends I didn’t know I had.” Dad asked “What are you looking for?” I replied that I wanted something for lunch. Dad looked at his watch. It was now 11:30 a.m. He asked if I wanted to go get a pizza and I told him it sounded good. He told me to run up stairs and put some clothes on. I changed my shirt and put on pin-wale corduroy jeans and sneakers but no socks.
When I returned to the kitchen Dad was gone. Just a few minutes later he returned from the garage holding the two bags from Hutzler’s and the one from Parklane Hosiery. As he handed them to me he said “Merry Christmas.” I thanked him and then ran up to my room to hide the bags. Moments later we were eating pizza at Rocco’s. On our short drive home Dad said “Well, boy, you got 29 pair of quality pantyhose out of me this Christmas, I hope you take care of them.” I sincerely replied to him “Oh I will. I promise I will take care of them and when they get a run I will continue to wear them until they are rags.” “Well, I don’t know that you have to go that far, but just take care of them.
Mom arrived home not long after we did and we did the usual family things on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Mom had to work the day after Christmas so that was my first opportunity to put on a pair of the Hanes STW. When I awoke I grabbed a packet of the Hanes in the shade South Pacific. I was surprised that I was actually shaking slightly as I gathered the length of each leg. Once I placed my feet into the stockings my cock was rock hard. I slowly and carefully slid the cool, sheer nylon up my legs. Once I pulled the panty over my hips, ass and groin I was so turned on that I wanted to cum in the pantyhose then and there. I told myself that it just wasn’t allowed and that I had to treat these pantyhose with respect. Besides, I still had plenty of pantyhose from Nick as well as the L’eggs and No Nonsense Dad had purchased for me if I wanted to cum in hose.
I put my school gym uniform on then slipped on my bedroom slippers. I knew I’d have to wear slippers with these pantyhose as there was no way I’d make it half-way across the kitchen’s tile floor without getting runs in these super sheer pantyhose. I went down to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Dad wasn’t up yet so I took the opportunity to run my hand over the top of my sheer clad thighs as I ate my cereal. I was relishing the glass like smoothness of the ultra sheer nylon. Dad came down and began brewing coffee. As he waited on it he asked “So… Is that a pair of Hanes you are wearing? I imagine you couldn’t wait to get into a pair of them.” I stopped eating and answered back “Yes, it is. They feel fantastic. I love them. Thanks again Dad.” Dad said “You’re welcome.”
I rose and walked to the sink to rinse out my bowl and juice glass then placed them in the dishwasher. As I did so, Dad commented “Those nylons really are sheer. Your legs look tan but from here I can’t really see the nylon.” As I walked back toward the table Dad reached out with his right hand. He lightly ran his hand up and down the front of my legs from thigh past knee. “Oh boy! I bet you do like these. A twelve year old boy wearing Hanes pantyhose. Well, the next few days will be interesting to see how long they last.” I loved it when Dad rubbed my legs and it caused me to think about Nick and how much I missed him. I again promised Dad I would be very careful with them and I was. I always got at least five full days wear from a pair and often got nine wears from pairs before getting a run. I was also true to my word that just because I got a run didn’t mean I would give them up. I wore each pair from pristine to nearly rags before tossing them.
This was definitely my favorite Christmas.
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