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After my first encounter with that older pantyboy I was beyond embarrassed! I was humiliated to the depths of my soul. I wasn’t sure which was worse- the fact that it happened and could never be undone or that I would never be able to erase it from my mind. Now that it was over and there was nothing I could do I prayed that there was somewhat I could forget the whole ordeal and what had occurred that shameful night.
The phone rang at Mom’s one evening and I picked it up. It was him. The last thing on Earth I needed was anything to remind me of that night and here he was on the phone with me now. “Please don’t call me again. I beg of you!”
“Okay, but I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say first.”
His voice had a bit of an ominous tone. At first I just wanted to hang up. The thought of getting Mom’s phone number changed crossed my mind but how would I explain it to the rest of the family? Besides, he implied that there was something I needed to hear. What could it be? “Wh-what is it?”
“Well, I thought you should know something before you hang up on me. I secretly recorded our evening together.”
“You did WHAT?” I yelled into the phone, forgetting that I did not want Mom to know I was on the phone.
“That’s right. So before you hang up on me you should know that I’m able to not only put it out on the Internet but can also send copies to your friends, your family and even y our Mom.”
My heart sank. Was he bluffing? How would I even know?
“Oh, and just in case you think I’m bluffing I sent a copy of this to your Mom along with separate pictures and a letter explaining what went on. And even if you intercept it I will just keep sending copies until she finally sees them.”
“Oh my god no!”
“Who are you on the phone with, Bill?” Mom called out from the front room.
“No-nobody Mom. I mean a fr-friend.” My voice was shaking and it was obvious that I was covering something up.
“That’s right, Bill. A friend. A friend that will become a very good friend if you listen to what I am about to say.”
I never wanted to see him again in my life. He had sent several letters which I was able to get my hands on before Mom fortunately. Some of them included pics of him in slips, bras, panties, nighties and other lingerie. I felt very weird whenever I saw them and tossed them out in the dumpster out back, not wanting to take a chance of Mom even seeing them in the garbage.
Teddy went on. “I think you should come over to my house- now- so we can discuss this a little further.”
“That’s impossible! I won’t. I can’t!”
“Oh but you should, Bill. I have your Mother’s phone number and eventually you will be out when I call. I will tell her all about us and what we did that night. Of course, it will my word against yours but eventually one of my letters will find its way to your Mother.”
My heart sank even deeper. What was I to do? I could change the phone number and make up a story that we were being harassed but there was no way I could be home for every single mail delivery. I was trapped.
“I suggest you hop in your car right away so we can talk. That is, if you don’t want your Mom to find out something!”
My head began spinning and I was completely confused. What could I do? Maybe I could steal them back, or at worst, do whatever he demanded in order to make this all stop. “O-OK. I-I’ll be right over. I hung up the phone slowly and pondered my fate.
Despite no clear idea of what I would do or what he would ask to stop blackmailing me I ran out the door, eager to get this over with. Half way over a chill went thru my body. I still had a pair of Mom’s silky white panties on! I had forgotten to take them off! Oh god! The last thing I wanted to do was to be at his in women’s panties. It would just dredge up all the ugly details of that humiliating evening when we first met. I thought of turning around to change but my desire to get this over with was stronger. Besides, as uncomfortable as wearing panties in his presence was, there was no way he would ever know.
When I walked in there was someone else sitting in the front room. I didn’t like this at all.
“This is my friend Chris. He too is a pantyboy who began wearing his Mother’s panties and slips when he was a young boy. You two should get along just fine.”
What did he mean ‘get along’? I wanted nothing to do with this person. And I wasn’t going to!
“You see, Chris likes to be fondled in women’s lingerie as much as you do!”
What did he mean liked to be fondled as much as I did? I hated it! I absolutely despised what he did to me that first night. Nothing had humiliated or shamed me as much in my life and I would have to live for the rest of my life carrying this guilt around. Oh sure, I did love to masturbate in Mom’s panties. I had been doing so since I was 6. But to have someone else do it? A man at that?? This was beyond embarrassing! And then the threat of others finding out- particularly Mom? This was turning into a nightmare.
I turned red in the face and began to feel flush. I didn’t want to even think about what he was implying but it seemed all to clear.
“I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll give you the photos and video of us if you go into the bedroom and fondle Chris in his pan ties and slip.”
“WHAT??? No way! I- I can’t!”
“Oh but you will, Bill. You will. That is unless you want your friends and relatives to find out what we did. What will your Mom think of you when she sees all that?”
I would be ruined! How could I ever show my face to her again- or anyone for that matter? And the worst of it would be that I would have no idea who he sent them to. I would look at everyone I knew and wonder if they knew my dirty little secret.
I had no choice. If I wanted this nightmare to end I would have to fondle Chris in his panties and make him cum. Regretfully, I walked into the bedroom.
When I walked in Chris was already out of his male clothing and in a white satin full slip, padded bra, silky panties, garter belt and stockings. To my amazement he looked rather feminine. He walked up to me and began to undo my jeans.
“N-no! Don’t!” But it was too late and my jeans slid down my waist, aided by the silky fabric of Mom’s panties. I was embarrassed that he would see me this way and, worse yet, the embarrassment caused me to become slightly aroused. I really regretted this because it would send the wrong signal- that I LIKED what was going on when I actually hated it to my core.
“Let’s get you into a nice full slip so we can match.” Chris began to disrobe me as I stood in a stunned haze. He slid a white satin full slip over my head. I shuddered.
He hugged me and slid his arms around me, rubbing the full slip over my panties as he did. He began to rub up against me and soon I could feel his penis begin to stiffen. This embarrassed me and I began to turn red. I wanted to run out, just as I had felt the first time with Teddy. But again, I just froze.
He kept sliding and rubbing against me until he was quite hard then he gently pushed me down on my knees. He began to grind his pelvis against my face and I felt his huge hard on thru the two layers of nylon. I didn’t think I could feel any more humiliated but I did.
He kept rubbing and sliding then he lifted his slip and began grinding his panties in my face. I was so embarrassed! I began to feel him shudder and soon he began squirting semen all over his panties. He held the back of my head and pressed it against his pantied penis. He soaked his panties and some of his semen even got on my face! Nothing was more humiliating than this!
After he was done cumming, he let go of my head and I ran into the bathroom to wash my face and change. I came out and demanded that Teddy give me the video and pictures he had taken of us. He handed me a large envelope and I ran out of the house.
On the way home I was as confused as ever. I never wanted to do that horrid thing in the first place. It just happened. And now here I was doing something even worse in order to cover up that first time. This was all madness.
When I got home I was too humiliated to see Mom, ran into my bedroom and locked the door. I realized I still had the envelope in my hand. Why hadn’t I thrown it out on the way home? Maybe I was afraid someone might happen upon it, even tho it was in the garbage. It felt safer in my hands. But I knew I would have to dispose of it safely. Mom’s apartment was the last place I wanted to hide this, especially knowing how snoopy Mom was. Against my desires, I decided to look at them. They were really embarrassing and you could clearly see my face in them. Anyone that knew me would recognize me instantly! As I looked them over I realized I was getting a little aroused. This horrified me! Why would seeing these dirty pictures turn me on when I was so embarrassed by them? So humiliated? I thought back to how I felt when Chris saw me in Mom’s panties and remembered how the embarrassment caused me to become aroused, even tho that was the last thing on Earth I wanted- just like that first time when Teddy fondled me and my penis began to stiffen in his silky brown panties. It, too, was the last thing I wanted. I told myself that it was because of the feel of the silky panties- and it was! I always became aroused in silky panties. But now I was being fondled in them. I didn’t want him to think it was because he was touching me but of course he would! I began touching myself in Mom’s panties without even realizing it. Soon, I was rock hard and wet spots were starting to form. I looked at the last pic. It was me on the couch with my brown slip lifted to my waist. My face was completely flush and you could see the huge cum stain in the front of the brown nylon panties I was wearing. Without even meaning to, I rubbed the tip of my wet penis.
Not only did the memory of that first night come flooding back but also the events of this evening. The shame, humiliation and guilt of what I had just done- masturbating a pantyboy in women’s underwear- pushed me over the edge and I began spasm as I flooded Mom’s panties with my cum. Even tho there was no way I could erase these painful memories from my mind, it was over. I would have nothing to do with Teddy again. No more letters. No phone calls. And no pictures or videos to hang over my head. It had cost me dearly but it was over.
The next day I got a phone call. It was him again. Teddy. “Why are you calling me??? I thought this was over! You said!”
“Well, it is. In a way. At least the pics and the video of us together.”
“What do you mean???” I demanded.
“Well, there’s the certain matter of what to do with the pictures and video of you masturbating Chris in his panties….”
This wasn’t over at all! I was trapped!! This would never end. It was the beginning!!!! What was I to do?
The phone rang at Mom’s one evening and I picked it up. It was him. The last thing on Earth I needed was anything to remind me of that night and here he was on the phone with me now. “Please don’t call me again. I beg of you!”
“Okay, but I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say first.”
His voice had a bit of an ominous tone. At first I just wanted to hang up. The thought of getting Mom’s phone number changed crossed my mind but how would I explain it to the rest of the family? Besides, he implied that there was something I needed to hear. What could it be? “Wh-what is it?”
“Well, I thought you should know something before you hang up on me. I secretly recorded our evening together.”
“You did WHAT?” I yelled into the phone, forgetting that I did not want Mom to know I was on the phone.
“That’s right. So before you hang up on me you should know that I’m able to not only put it out on the Internet but can also send copies to your friends, your family and even y our Mom.”
My heart sank. Was he bluffing? How would I even know?
“Oh, and just in case you think I’m bluffing I sent a copy of this to your Mom along with separate pictures and a letter explaining what went on. And even if you intercept it I will just keep sending copies until she finally sees them.”
“Oh my god no!”
“Who are you on the phone with, Bill?” Mom called out from the front room.
“No-nobody Mom. I mean a fr-friend.” My voice was shaking and it was obvious that I was covering something up.
“That’s right, Bill. A friend. A friend that will become a very good friend if you listen to what I am about to say.”
I never wanted to see him again in my life. He had sent several letters which I was able to get my hands on before Mom fortunately. Some of them included pics of him in slips, bras, panties, nighties and other lingerie. I felt very weird whenever I saw them and tossed them out in the dumpster out back, not wanting to take a chance of Mom even seeing them in the garbage.
Teddy went on. “I think you should come over to my house- now- so we can discuss this a little further.”
“That’s impossible! I won’t. I can’t!”
“Oh but you should, Bill. I have your Mother’s phone number and eventually you will be out when I call. I will tell her all about us and what we did that night. Of course, it will my word against yours but eventually one of my letters will find its way to your Mother.”
My heart sank even deeper. What was I to do? I could change the phone number and make up a story that we were being harassed but there was no way I could be home for every single mail delivery. I was trapped.
“I suggest you hop in your car right away so we can talk. That is, if you don’t want your Mom to find out something!”
My head began spinning and I was completely confused. What could I do? Maybe I could steal them back, or at worst, do whatever he demanded in order to make this all stop. “O-OK. I-I’ll be right over. I hung up the phone slowly and pondered my fate.
Despite no clear idea of what I would do or what he would ask to stop blackmailing me I ran out the door, eager to get this over with. Half way over a chill went thru my body. I still had a pair of Mom’s silky white panties on! I had forgotten to take them off! Oh god! The last thing I wanted to do was to be at his in women’s panties. It would just dredge up all the ugly details of that humiliating evening when we first met. I thought of turning around to change but my desire to get this over with was stronger. Besides, as uncomfortable as wearing panties in his presence was, there was no way he would ever know.
When I walked in there was someone else sitting in the front room. I didn’t like this at all.
“This is my friend Chris. He too is a pantyboy who began wearing his Mother’s panties and slips when he was a young boy. You two should get along just fine.”
What did he mean ‘get along’? I wanted nothing to do with this person. And I wasn’t going to!
“You see, Chris likes to be fondled in women’s lingerie as much as you do!”
What did he mean liked to be fondled as much as I did? I hated it! I absolutely despised what he did to me that first night. Nothing had humiliated or shamed me as much in my life and I would have to live for the rest of my life carrying this guilt around. Oh sure, I did love to masturbate in Mom’s panties. I had been doing so since I was 6. But to have someone else do it? A man at that?? This was beyond embarrassing! And then the threat of others finding out- particularly Mom? This was turning into a nightmare.
I turned red in the face and began to feel flush. I didn’t want to even think about what he was implying but it seemed all to clear.
“I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll give you the photos and video of us if you go into the bedroom and fondle Chris in his pan ties and slip.”
“WHAT??? No way! I- I can’t!”
“Oh but you will, Bill. You will. That is unless you want your friends and relatives to find out what we did. What will your Mom think of you when she sees all that?”
I would be ruined! How could I ever show my face to her again- or anyone for that matter? And the worst of it would be that I would have no idea who he sent them to. I would look at everyone I knew and wonder if they knew my dirty little secret.
I had no choice. If I wanted this nightmare to end I would have to fondle Chris in his panties and make him cum. Regretfully, I walked into the bedroom.
When I walked in Chris was already out of his male clothing and in a white satin full slip, padded bra, silky panties, garter belt and stockings. To my amazement he looked rather feminine. He walked up to me and began to undo my jeans.
“N-no! Don’t!” But it was too late and my jeans slid down my waist, aided by the silky fabric of Mom’s panties. I was embarrassed that he would see me this way and, worse yet, the embarrassment caused me to become slightly aroused. I really regretted this because it would send the wrong signal- that I LIKED what was going on when I actually hated it to my core.
“Let’s get you into a nice full slip so we can match.” Chris began to disrobe me as I stood in a stunned haze. He slid a white satin full slip over my head. I shuddered.
He hugged me and slid his arms around me, rubbing the full slip over my panties as he did. He began to rub up against me and soon I could feel his penis begin to stiffen. This embarrassed me and I began to turn red. I wanted to run out, just as I had felt the first time with Teddy. But again, I just froze.
He kept sliding and rubbing against me until he was quite hard then he gently pushed me down on my knees. He began to grind his pelvis against my face and I felt his huge hard on thru the two layers of nylon. I didn’t think I could feel any more humiliated but I did.
He kept rubbing and sliding then he lifted his slip and began grinding his panties in my face. I was so embarrassed! I began to feel him shudder and soon he began squirting semen all over his panties. He held the back of my head and pressed it against his pantied penis. He soaked his panties and some of his semen even got on my face! Nothing was more humiliating than this!
After he was done cumming, he let go of my head and I ran into the bathroom to wash my face and change. I came out and demanded that Teddy give me the video and pictures he had taken of us. He handed me a large envelope and I ran out of the house.
On the way home I was as confused as ever. I never wanted to do that horrid thing in the first place. It just happened. And now here I was doing something even worse in order to cover up that first time. This was all madness.
When I got home I was too humiliated to see Mom, ran into my bedroom and locked the door. I realized I still had the envelope in my hand. Why hadn’t I thrown it out on the way home? Maybe I was afraid someone might happen upon it, even tho it was in the garbage. It felt safer in my hands. But I knew I would have to dispose of it safely. Mom’s apartment was the last place I wanted to hide this, especially knowing how snoopy Mom was. Against my desires, I decided to look at them. They were really embarrassing and you could clearly see my face in them. Anyone that knew me would recognize me instantly! As I looked them over I realized I was getting a little aroused. This horrified me! Why would seeing these dirty pictures turn me on when I was so embarrassed by them? So humiliated? I thought back to how I felt when Chris saw me in Mom’s panties and remembered how the embarrassment caused me to become aroused, even tho that was the last thing on Earth I wanted- just like that first time when Teddy fondled me and my penis began to stiffen in his silky brown panties. It, too, was the last thing I wanted. I told myself that it was because of the feel of the silky panties- and it was! I always became aroused in silky panties. But now I was being fondled in them. I didn’t want him to think it was because he was touching me but of course he would! I began touching myself in Mom’s panties without even realizing it. Soon, I was rock hard and wet spots were starting to form. I looked at the last pic. It was me on the couch with my brown slip lifted to my waist. My face was completely flush and you could see the huge cum stain in the front of the brown nylon panties I was wearing. Without even meaning to, I rubbed the tip of my wet penis.
Not only did the memory of that first night come flooding back but also the events of this evening. The shame, humiliation and guilt of what I had just done- masturbating a pantyboy in women’s underwear- pushed me over the edge and I began spasm as I flooded Mom’s panties with my cum. Even tho there was no way I could erase these painful memories from my mind, it was over. I would have nothing to do with Teddy again. No more letters. No phone calls. And no pictures or videos to hang over my head. It had cost me dearly but it was over.
The next day I got a phone call. It was him again. Teddy. “Why are you calling me??? I thought this was over! You said!”
“Well, it is. In a way. At least the pics and the video of us together.”
“What do you mean???” I demanded.
“Well, there’s the certain matter of what to do with the pictures and video of you masturbating Chris in his panties….”
This wasn’t over at all! I was trapped!! This would never end. It was the beginning!!!! What was I to do?
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