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While my friend Jim was pretty much my best buddy, I never tried to involve him in my panty play. I didn’t believe he would go for it, and I was afraid to suggest it to him for fear I would lose his friendship and become the object of his ridicule.
I did meet another boy my age, and I discovered he shared my passion for nylon. His name was Dale. He also had a mature woman fan the flames of his passion. It was his mother, but, as he told me, she merely facilitated his enjoyment of her lingerie; she did not participate as a sex partner.
I met Dale under the most unusual circumstances. It was summertime, and the weather was hot. Usually I wore as few clothes as I could, but always tried to find opportunities for wearing my panties.
One day no one was around to play, so I decided to go on an extended bike ride. I also decided to dress to enjoy the ride. I wore two pair of pink, full nylon briefs and a baggy pair of shorts. I would pedal hard to gain speed and then coast for as long as possible. While coasting, I would ride “no hands” and use my hands to hold the baggy legs of my shorts open so the warm breezes could go up my legs and across my nylon covered cock. The briefs were big and loose on me, so they would flutter in the breeze and give me an extra thrill.
As luck would have it, I was doing this in a park in front of a boy riding toward me on his bicycle. He couldn’t help but notice the bright pink colors showing up the legs of my shorts. As we passed, our eyes met and he smiled somewhat bashfully. At the moment I was mortified.
“Did he see my panties? Do I know him from anywhere? Will he tell everybody what he saw?” I was concerned and decided to get out of the park and on my way home as quickly as possible.
Before I could get very far, I heard someone behind me yelling for me to stop. “Hey k**. Wait a minute. I want to talk to you.” It was the boy who saw me wearing the panties under my shorts. I decided to talk to him instead of trying to speed away. He could always follow me, find out where I lived, and then make my life miserable without me even knowing it.
As he rode up he said, “Hey. Hi. Where you going? Got a minute?”
“Yea. I guess so. What do you want?”
“My name is Dale. What’s yours?”
“Bobbie. Why?”
“Listen Bobbie. Don’t be nervous. This may sound crazy, but I think we have something in common. You are wearing pink nylon panties, aren’t you?”
“What. Are you nuts? Why would I be wearing girl’s clothes?”
“Come on. You don’t have to lie about it. You know I saw you. I just want to talk to you for a couple of minutes and show you something. Let’s go over there in the field away from the path.”
So I followed him. What else could I do? We pushed our bikes through the field to some big trees that offered some privacy. To anyone watching, we looked like two boys doing some exploring in the woods. It turned out we did some exploring all right. Just not the kind anyone would expect.
We leaned our bikes against the trees and Dale said, “I want to show you something. He pulled up his tee shirt and reached in the waist of his pants. He grabbed the waist of what I assumed was his under pants. I expected white briefs. What I saw was white all right, but it was sleek and shiny. Just like my pink panties were sleek and shiny.
“Are you wearing panties too? Where did you get them? Why are you wearing them?” My excitement soon had me babbling like a fool.
“Slow down Bobbie. I will tell you what you want to know. I am just as excited as you to find someone who wears panties. They feel so good on me that I want to wear them all the time, but I was concerned I am queer. I thought no normal boy wears women’s panties. I just can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to wear them though.”
“I feel the same way Dale. I try not to wear them, and I hold out for a day or two, but then I have this incredible urge to wear them again.”
“Do you do anything while you are wearing them?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know. Do you play with yourself while you are wearing the panties?”
“No, of course not. What do you think I am? Queer or something? What about you?”
“No, I don’t think you are queer. But I do think you are a lot like me. I bet your pecker gets hard when sexy nylon lingerie of any kind touches it. I bet you jerk off with it, just like me. Like right now. I am getting so excited just talking to you about wearing panties and jerking off with them that I wish I was home right now so I could play with myself.”
Well Dale sure had me figured out. I certainly was experiencing those same feelings as him. My cock was straining against those lovely pink panties I was wearing. So as long as he was fessing up too, I figured I didn’t have anything to lose. I began to tell him about my life in panties. If you have read the previous chapters, you know what I told him.
While I was telling Dale my story, we both had our hands in our pockets, rubbing the fronts of our pants and the nylon panties under them over the heads of our excited cocks. We each knew what the other was doing, but we were still too cautious to do what we both wanted – that is to take down our pants and masturbate in our panties.
Then Dale told me about his panty experiences. He started out much like all of us panty lovers. Raging hormones, curiosity about the female body, glimpses of women partially dressed in sexy underwear, association of the nylon lingerie with sex, and easy access to that lingerie (in Dale’s case it belonged to his mom Joan) ultimately caused him to touch it.
All us panty boys seem to have a switch inside us. That first time we touch the nylon we become hooked for life. We become an addict that nobody talks about. Our addiction to nylon lingerie is every bit as strong as a junkie is to cocaine or an alcoholic is to booze. We just need to experience the pleasure of the nylon on our cock and our body.
Dale told me his mother caught him wearing her panties and slip. He can tell you in his story what happened, but the eventual outcome was that he was allowed to wear her lingerie.
When he told me that, I was so jealous. Imagine, being able to wear panties around the house whenever you want. Imagine being able to go to bed dressed in the luxury of nylon lingerie instead of old cotton pajamas. I was ready to ask Dale if his mother would adopt me.
But back to the park and my encounter with Dale. As Dale finished telling me about his start in panties, we both realized our cocks were hard and we were desperate to cum in our panties.
“Dale, do you live very far from here?” I asked.
“No, only about a 10 minute ride on our bicycles. Why do you ask?”
“Well, if you let me come to your house, I will show you my panties and what I do when I am wearing them. Do you want to do that?”
Oh, yes. That sounds like fun. I will show you mine too. If my mom is home, she might like to see you in your panties too.”
So Dale and I hurried to his house. As I rode there, all sorts of fantasies ran through my mind. Of course, I pulled up the legs of my shorts so the breeze blew across my rock hard cock. No reason to stop the activity that started this new adventure with Dale.
Dale looked across and saw what I was doing. My pink panties were so obvious that I might as well not even be wearing my shorts. He smiled and said he couldn’t wait to see me in nothing but those sexy pink beauties.
We soon arrived at his house. We went in the back door, and he called out to his mother. No answer, so we had the house to ourselves. Just as well, because I wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of showing my panties to his mother.
“Come on into my bedroom. We can have some privacy here. This used to be my mom’s bedroom. She still has her panties and slips in the dresser in here. When she realized how much I enjoyed wearing her things, she changed bedrooms with me. It’s really weird the way she lets me use her things, but it sure is convenient to slip in here.
Every night before I go to bed I take a clean slip and panties from the dresser and put them on. They have become my pajamas. Of course my cock starts to get hard right away. When I slide between the sheets, the feel of the nylon on my legs and chest is so nice that I can’t keep my hands off my nylon covered cock. The two layers of nylon feels great. Sometimes I even put on a second pair of panties. I just have to be careful not to make a mess in mom’s panties. I don’t want to make her mad by staining them.”
“Dale, you are really lucky. I love to sleep in nylon too, but I have to hide my panties and slip into them after everyone goes to sleep. Then I have to be careful the next morning so my mom doesn’t find me wearing them if she comes to wake me when I sleep in.
And what do I do with my cum? Sometimes I remember to take tissues or an old hanky to bed, and I cum in that. Sometimes I get so excited I can’t hold it long enough, and I cum in my panties. That feels the best, but then I have a mess to clean up later. Occasionally I miss both, and I get cum on my sheets.”
“Oh, you poor thing Bobbie. Too bad you don’t have a mom like mine. You’d be able to play anytime you want.
Like now, for instance. My cock has been hard since I saw you in your pink panties in the park. I can’t wait any longer. I need to get some relief.”
With that, Dale unzipped his pants and let them slowly slide down his legs to the floor. I watched as his sexy white panties came into view. They were very silky looking and had a little lace trim on the legs. God he looked sexy.
“Are those Joan’s panties,” I asked.
I thought he hadn’t heard me. His hands moved to his nylon cock as if they had a mind of his own. He rubbed his prick around inside the loose fitting briefs, clearly outlining his boy cock against the sheer white nylon.
“Of course they are’” he gasped. “Who else would they belong to? Now get out of your shorts. I want to see you in those pink panties. Hurry up! I’m almost ready to come.”
I quickly took off my shorts. My hands immediately went to my cock as well. The nylon felt so good on my cock. I just wanted to jerk off and come in my panties. I didn’t care that Dale was in the room watching me, and I am sure he didn’t care about me watching him.
“Bobbie, I like your panties. They look really hot. Oh, you are wearing two pair. I bet that feels great.”
“Yes, it does. But what are we going to do now?”
“I don’t know about you silly, but I am going to cum. I need more nylon, though.”
I watched as Dale tucked the elastic of his white nylon briefs under his balls. He pulled open a dresser drawer, reached in, and came out with a full nylon white slip. Then he climbed up on the bed, lay on his back, and pulled on his cock with a handful of that nylon slip.
That was all the invitation I needed. Watching Dale out of the corner of my eye, I rubbed my pink panties all over my cock. Wet spots appeared on the front. I continued rubbing, faster and faster. I was losing control.
I heard Dale moaning on the bed. I looked again and saw him throw the slip aside just as his cock started shooting cum up onto his chest. I lost it then. I just bent my knees to balance myself and shot my load of cum in my panties. What a delightful mess!
After a few minutes, I began to recover. Looking around, I realized what I had done. Actually, what we had done. I didn’t quite know how to feel. One part of me was embarrassed because I masturbated in front of another guy. The other part of me was hoping it was the start of a relationship that would see us do it again.
Dale put my mind at ease when he looked at me and laughed out loud. “God, that was wild. I love having an audience when I am playing in my panties. Until now it was just my mom, but watching you play with yourself while I was coming was too much. Will you do it again with me?”
“Do birds fly? Heck yes, Dale. I was worried you wouldn’t want to.”
“Good. Let’s me at the park again tomorrow at 10 o’clock. I am going to tell my mom about what we did today. She might want to meet you tomorrow.”
“Hey, that sounds great. Maybe I can find a way for you to meet my Aunt Florence too. I think the two of you would get along just fine. But I better start heading home now. My mom will wonder where I got to.”
I then started to take off my panties. “Wait, what are doing,” Dale asked.
“I can’t very well wear these home Dale. The front of both pair is wet and sticky with my cum. It will stain my shorts, and then mom will see.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay, I will tell you what we’ll do. I will loan you a pair of my mom’s panties to wear home. You can give them back to me tomorrow. Just don’t cum in them.”
So he opened another dresser drawer and took out a pair of white nylon panties, similar to the ones he was wearing. He handed them to me. As I took them, my cock sprang to life. All I could think of was the forbidden pleasure of wearing a strange woman’s lingerie. I pulled them up onto my ass and tucked my cock into the front. They felt delicious. Too bad I couldn’t ride home wearing just them.
I pulled on my shorts and walked to the door. Then I remembered I had left my pink panties on the floor in the bedroom. When I went back to the room I found Dale had already picked them up and was fingering the dry back panels.
“Feel good, don’t they? I want to take those with me and clean them, but I will bring an extra pair of clean ones for you to try on tomorrow if you want. All I really have are pink ones. Will that be OK?”
The expression on Dale’s face was all the answer I needed. Of course he wanted to wear a pair of my pink panties. So I put one pair of my cum-stained pink panties in each front pocket of my shorts and headed for the door. I definitely would meet him (and maybe his mom) tomorrow.
Outside I got on my bike and started pedaling home, again enjoying the thing that led to this encounter – feeling the breeze up my pants leg and across my nylon-covered cock.
I did meet another boy my age, and I discovered he shared my passion for nylon. His name was Dale. He also had a mature woman fan the flames of his passion. It was his mother, but, as he told me, she merely facilitated his enjoyment of her lingerie; she did not participate as a sex partner.
I met Dale under the most unusual circumstances. It was summertime, and the weather was hot. Usually I wore as few clothes as I could, but always tried to find opportunities for wearing my panties.
One day no one was around to play, so I decided to go on an extended bike ride. I also decided to dress to enjoy the ride. I wore two pair of pink, full nylon briefs and a baggy pair of shorts. I would pedal hard to gain speed and then coast for as long as possible. While coasting, I would ride “no hands” and use my hands to hold the baggy legs of my shorts open so the warm breezes could go up my legs and across my nylon covered cock. The briefs were big and loose on me, so they would flutter in the breeze and give me an extra thrill.
As luck would have it, I was doing this in a park in front of a boy riding toward me on his bicycle. He couldn’t help but notice the bright pink colors showing up the legs of my shorts. As we passed, our eyes met and he smiled somewhat bashfully. At the moment I was mortified.
“Did he see my panties? Do I know him from anywhere? Will he tell everybody what he saw?” I was concerned and decided to get out of the park and on my way home as quickly as possible.
Before I could get very far, I heard someone behind me yelling for me to stop. “Hey k**. Wait a minute. I want to talk to you.” It was the boy who saw me wearing the panties under my shorts. I decided to talk to him instead of trying to speed away. He could always follow me, find out where I lived, and then make my life miserable without me even knowing it.
As he rode up he said, “Hey. Hi. Where you going? Got a minute?”
“Yea. I guess so. What do you want?”
“My name is Dale. What’s yours?”
“Bobbie. Why?”
“Listen Bobbie. Don’t be nervous. This may sound crazy, but I think we have something in common. You are wearing pink nylon panties, aren’t you?”
“What. Are you nuts? Why would I be wearing girl’s clothes?”
“Come on. You don’t have to lie about it. You know I saw you. I just want to talk to you for a couple of minutes and show you something. Let’s go over there in the field away from the path.”
So I followed him. What else could I do? We pushed our bikes through the field to some big trees that offered some privacy. To anyone watching, we looked like two boys doing some exploring in the woods. It turned out we did some exploring all right. Just not the kind anyone would expect.
We leaned our bikes against the trees and Dale said, “I want to show you something. He pulled up his tee shirt and reached in the waist of his pants. He grabbed the waist of what I assumed was his under pants. I expected white briefs. What I saw was white all right, but it was sleek and shiny. Just like my pink panties were sleek and shiny.
“Are you wearing panties too? Where did you get them? Why are you wearing them?” My excitement soon had me babbling like a fool.
“Slow down Bobbie. I will tell you what you want to know. I am just as excited as you to find someone who wears panties. They feel so good on me that I want to wear them all the time, but I was concerned I am queer. I thought no normal boy wears women’s panties. I just can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to wear them though.”
“I feel the same way Dale. I try not to wear them, and I hold out for a day or two, but then I have this incredible urge to wear them again.”
“Do you do anything while you are wearing them?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know. Do you play with yourself while you are wearing the panties?”
“No, of course not. What do you think I am? Queer or something? What about you?”
“No, I don’t think you are queer. But I do think you are a lot like me. I bet your pecker gets hard when sexy nylon lingerie of any kind touches it. I bet you jerk off with it, just like me. Like right now. I am getting so excited just talking to you about wearing panties and jerking off with them that I wish I was home right now so I could play with myself.”
Well Dale sure had me figured out. I certainly was experiencing those same feelings as him. My cock was straining against those lovely pink panties I was wearing. So as long as he was fessing up too, I figured I didn’t have anything to lose. I began to tell him about my life in panties. If you have read the previous chapters, you know what I told him.
While I was telling Dale my story, we both had our hands in our pockets, rubbing the fronts of our pants and the nylon panties under them over the heads of our excited cocks. We each knew what the other was doing, but we were still too cautious to do what we both wanted – that is to take down our pants and masturbate in our panties.
Then Dale told me about his panty experiences. He started out much like all of us panty lovers. Raging hormones, curiosity about the female body, glimpses of women partially dressed in sexy underwear, association of the nylon lingerie with sex, and easy access to that lingerie (in Dale’s case it belonged to his mom Joan) ultimately caused him to touch it.
All us panty boys seem to have a switch inside us. That first time we touch the nylon we become hooked for life. We become an addict that nobody talks about. Our addiction to nylon lingerie is every bit as strong as a junkie is to cocaine or an alcoholic is to booze. We just need to experience the pleasure of the nylon on our cock and our body.
Dale told me his mother caught him wearing her panties and slip. He can tell you in his story what happened, but the eventual outcome was that he was allowed to wear her lingerie.
When he told me that, I was so jealous. Imagine, being able to wear panties around the house whenever you want. Imagine being able to go to bed dressed in the luxury of nylon lingerie instead of old cotton pajamas. I was ready to ask Dale if his mother would adopt me.
But back to the park and my encounter with Dale. As Dale finished telling me about his start in panties, we both realized our cocks were hard and we were desperate to cum in our panties.
“Dale, do you live very far from here?” I asked.
“No, only about a 10 minute ride on our bicycles. Why do you ask?”
“Well, if you let me come to your house, I will show you my panties and what I do when I am wearing them. Do you want to do that?”
Oh, yes. That sounds like fun. I will show you mine too. If my mom is home, she might like to see you in your panties too.”
So Dale and I hurried to his house. As I rode there, all sorts of fantasies ran through my mind. Of course, I pulled up the legs of my shorts so the breeze blew across my rock hard cock. No reason to stop the activity that started this new adventure with Dale.
Dale looked across and saw what I was doing. My pink panties were so obvious that I might as well not even be wearing my shorts. He smiled and said he couldn’t wait to see me in nothing but those sexy pink beauties.
We soon arrived at his house. We went in the back door, and he called out to his mother. No answer, so we had the house to ourselves. Just as well, because I wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of showing my panties to his mother.
“Come on into my bedroom. We can have some privacy here. This used to be my mom’s bedroom. She still has her panties and slips in the dresser in here. When she realized how much I enjoyed wearing her things, she changed bedrooms with me. It’s really weird the way she lets me use her things, but it sure is convenient to slip in here.
Every night before I go to bed I take a clean slip and panties from the dresser and put them on. They have become my pajamas. Of course my cock starts to get hard right away. When I slide between the sheets, the feel of the nylon on my legs and chest is so nice that I can’t keep my hands off my nylon covered cock. The two layers of nylon feels great. Sometimes I even put on a second pair of panties. I just have to be careful not to make a mess in mom’s panties. I don’t want to make her mad by staining them.”
“Dale, you are really lucky. I love to sleep in nylon too, but I have to hide my panties and slip into them after everyone goes to sleep. Then I have to be careful the next morning so my mom doesn’t find me wearing them if she comes to wake me when I sleep in.
And what do I do with my cum? Sometimes I remember to take tissues or an old hanky to bed, and I cum in that. Sometimes I get so excited I can’t hold it long enough, and I cum in my panties. That feels the best, but then I have a mess to clean up later. Occasionally I miss both, and I get cum on my sheets.”
“Oh, you poor thing Bobbie. Too bad you don’t have a mom like mine. You’d be able to play anytime you want.
Like now, for instance. My cock has been hard since I saw you in your pink panties in the park. I can’t wait any longer. I need to get some relief.”
With that, Dale unzipped his pants and let them slowly slide down his legs to the floor. I watched as his sexy white panties came into view. They were very silky looking and had a little lace trim on the legs. God he looked sexy.
“Are those Joan’s panties,” I asked.
I thought he hadn’t heard me. His hands moved to his nylon cock as if they had a mind of his own. He rubbed his prick around inside the loose fitting briefs, clearly outlining his boy cock against the sheer white nylon.
“Of course they are’” he gasped. “Who else would they belong to? Now get out of your shorts. I want to see you in those pink panties. Hurry up! I’m almost ready to come.”
I quickly took off my shorts. My hands immediately went to my cock as well. The nylon felt so good on my cock. I just wanted to jerk off and come in my panties. I didn’t care that Dale was in the room watching me, and I am sure he didn’t care about me watching him.
“Bobbie, I like your panties. They look really hot. Oh, you are wearing two pair. I bet that feels great.”
“Yes, it does. But what are we going to do now?”
“I don’t know about you silly, but I am going to cum. I need more nylon, though.”
I watched as Dale tucked the elastic of his white nylon briefs under his balls. He pulled open a dresser drawer, reached in, and came out with a full nylon white slip. Then he climbed up on the bed, lay on his back, and pulled on his cock with a handful of that nylon slip.
That was all the invitation I needed. Watching Dale out of the corner of my eye, I rubbed my pink panties all over my cock. Wet spots appeared on the front. I continued rubbing, faster and faster. I was losing control.
I heard Dale moaning on the bed. I looked again and saw him throw the slip aside just as his cock started shooting cum up onto his chest. I lost it then. I just bent my knees to balance myself and shot my load of cum in my panties. What a delightful mess!
After a few minutes, I began to recover. Looking around, I realized what I had done. Actually, what we had done. I didn’t quite know how to feel. One part of me was embarrassed because I masturbated in front of another guy. The other part of me was hoping it was the start of a relationship that would see us do it again.
Dale put my mind at ease when he looked at me and laughed out loud. “God, that was wild. I love having an audience when I am playing in my panties. Until now it was just my mom, but watching you play with yourself while I was coming was too much. Will you do it again with me?”
“Do birds fly? Heck yes, Dale. I was worried you wouldn’t want to.”
“Good. Let’s me at the park again tomorrow at 10 o’clock. I am going to tell my mom about what we did today. She might want to meet you tomorrow.”
“Hey, that sounds great. Maybe I can find a way for you to meet my Aunt Florence too. I think the two of you would get along just fine. But I better start heading home now. My mom will wonder where I got to.”
I then started to take off my panties. “Wait, what are doing,” Dale asked.
“I can’t very well wear these home Dale. The front of both pair is wet and sticky with my cum. It will stain my shorts, and then mom will see.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay, I will tell you what we’ll do. I will loan you a pair of my mom’s panties to wear home. You can give them back to me tomorrow. Just don’t cum in them.”
So he opened another dresser drawer and took out a pair of white nylon panties, similar to the ones he was wearing. He handed them to me. As I took them, my cock sprang to life. All I could think of was the forbidden pleasure of wearing a strange woman’s lingerie. I pulled them up onto my ass and tucked my cock into the front. They felt delicious. Too bad I couldn’t ride home wearing just them.
I pulled on my shorts and walked to the door. Then I remembered I had left my pink panties on the floor in the bedroom. When I went back to the room I found Dale had already picked them up and was fingering the dry back panels.
“Feel good, don’t they? I want to take those with me and clean them, but I will bring an extra pair of clean ones for you to try on tomorrow if you want. All I really have are pink ones. Will that be OK?”
The expression on Dale’s face was all the answer I needed. Of course he wanted to wear a pair of my pink panties. So I put one pair of my cum-stained pink panties in each front pocket of my shorts and headed for the door. I definitely would meet him (and maybe his mom) tomorrow.
Outside I got on my bike and started pedaling home, again enjoying the thing that led to this encounter – feeling the breeze up my pants leg and across my nylon-covered cock.
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