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Danny's Cleavage - part 2 of 6
In which both Wil and Danny try on a girl's swimsuit, Wil begins wearing
a bra and is caught wearing one at school, and Danny begins wearing his
Mother's bras occasionally.
Wil and I were at school yesterday afternoon for band practice and I
guess we had been kind of goofing off and not really rushing to put our
instruments away because we suddenly realized that we were alone in the
band room, and in fact, from the quiet, might have been the only people
left in the building - it was a little spooky in a way. I was all for
getting out of there and heading home to supper when Wil looked over at
me and said: "Come on, there's some place that I've always wanted to
check out." So anyway I followed him and he led me to the basement
beneath the gym and into - the Girl's Locker Room! I was getting pretty
nervous and I was, like: "But Wil, what happens if somebody comes in and
finds us? I don't want to get in trouble." Wil just looked at me with
this look on his face that said "chicken" and told me that I could leave
if I wanted to, but he'd always wondered what the girls left in their
lockers and he wasn't going to miss this chance to find out.
So I stuck around and followed Wil as he moved from locker to locker,
jimmying the locks with a small screwdriver. Actually, there wasn't all
that much that was interesting - some towels, bottle of Tylenol, pairs of
gym shorts, some class notes, a couple of tampons, some socks, and so on.
I guess it wasn't till we got to the set of lockers used by the Girl's
Swim Team that we found anything that interested Wil - those lockers had
the girl's swimsuits in them. Now the swimsuits weren't anything that I
thought was spectacular - like super revealing bikinis or anything, but
just the standard-issue, dark blue one-piece suits in this stretch
fabric. Wil seemed fascinated by them, though, as he held up a couple,
still damp from their earlier use, to look at them in more detail, and
checked the sizes, and before we left he wadded up several and shoved
them into the pockets in his jeans. "Like, man, what do you want those
for? They're just girl's swimsuits for pete's sake", I said. Wil just
looked at me and shrugged his shoulders and said: "Ya never know when
they might come in handy." Just about that time we thought that we might
have heard someone moving around in the gym upstairs so we hurriedly left
the building.
A couple of days after that Wil and I were walking home from school and I
noticed that he looked, well, a little uncomfortable, like he kept
squirming around a little as we walked, and a couple of times he reached
down into his jeans, like, to "adjust" things. "Man, what's your
problem", I finally asked him. "Oh, uh, umm, like, my underwear is a
little tight", he answered me. "How can your underwear be tight", I
responded, "Like, did your Mother shrink it in the wash, or something?"
Wil was silent for a minute or so and I noticed that he was blushing a
little. Finally he said: "Like, I, uh, tried on a different, like, style
when I got dressed this morning", and he unbuttoned the top couple of
buttons on his shirt and pulled one side open a little and I could see
this dark blue fabric under his shirt. It took me a minute or so to put
two and two together and then I blurted out: "You're wearing one of the
Girl's Swim Team bathing suits that we swiped from the Girl's Locker
Room?" Wil blushed even more and stammered: "Well, uhh, I kinda, like,
uh, wondered, uh, what it would feel like."
Just about this time we were almost at his house so I said: "Man, I gotta
see you wearing that thing. Come on, let's go up over the garage and you
can show me." I think that Wil was almost getting ready to cry at that
point, he was so embarrassed, but I promised him that, cross my heart,
I'd never say anything about this to anyone else. So we went up to the
garage attic and he took off his shirt and I prodded him to show me the
whole thing so he let his jeans drop to the floor and he's standing
there, embarrassed as hell, and I could see how, yeah, it might be a
little "tight" on him. Like, the thin fabric molded to his body, and the
leg openings were cut really high so the suit really just dipped down
enough to cover his crotch and you could see his "package" outlined by
the thin fabric and, well, it really wasn't designed to cover up a guy so
you could see a little of his dick kind of trying to stick out one of the
leg openings and he had to keep reaching down and stuffing it back under
the tight fabric."
So, uh, other than the fact that it's designed for a girl and not a guy,
how does it feel", I asked. Wil hemmed and hawed a little and then kind
of said that other than the fact that his "private parts" kept kind of
popping out, that he did like the feel of the smooth, tight fabric.
"Yeah, whatever", I said, and Wil pulled his jeans back up and buttoned
his shirt and we proceeded to rummage through the girlie magazines. I
didn't tell him that the sight of him wearing a girl's swimsuit, and with
his dick sticking out of the leg opening, had gotten me a little turned
on and that I had to squirm around a little so that he wouldn't see the
erection that I was getting in my jeans. But Wil and I had gotten used to
jerking off in front of each other over the girlie magazines and we
didn't really pay a lot of attention to what the other one was doing.
As I was getting ready to leave, Wil said: "Uh, so, maybe, like, would
you like to borrow one of the swim suits sometime - like, I grabbed five
of them, so there's plenty?" I looked at him in surprise because the last
thing I wanted at that point was to put on a used girl's swimsuit but I
didn't want to hurt his feelings so I said: "Uh, sure, which one should I
take?" Wil told me that the others were over there, hidden in the bottom
of an old cardboard box and that I could take whichever one I wanted. So
I rummaged around and found a suit that looked like it might almost be
big enough to fit me, a dark navy blue color with white trim around the
openings, and stuffed it down into my boxer shorts to hide it before I
went home. Like, I really had no plans to wear the swimsuit, I'd really
only taken it because Wil offered it, so when I got home I stuffed it way
in the back of my closet under some of my baseball stuff.
Even though I had tried on one of Mom's bras that one time, several
months had passed and I hadn't done it again. First, I was really afraid
that even though I'd be as careful as possible, that somehow she would
find out that I had put one on. The other thing was that I really wasn't
sure that I wanted to put on girl's underwear - like, it had been okay to
do it once, just as an experiment to see what it would feel like. But the
idea of me wearing girl's underwear - no way!
But as the weather turned warmer in the spring, our newspaper started
filling up with advertising supplements touting outdoor furniture, gas
grills, warm weather clothing, and - you guessed it - boys and girls
swimwear. I kept coming across photos of girl's swimsuits, and that kept
reminding me of the one that I had stuffed in the back of my closet, and
I kept wondering what it would feel like to wear a tightly fitting
swimsuit designed for a girl. I was kind of nervous about trying it on,
but I figured that the bra had just been, well, kind of like a science
experiment to see what it would look and feel like, and the swimsuit
could be the same kind of experiment. So one afternoon when I got home
from school, and since Mom wasn't expected for a couple of hours, I took
the swimsuit out of my closet, took off all my clothes, and struggled
into the swimsuit. I say "struggled" because if figuring out how to get a
bra on was a problem, working my body into the tightly-fitting fabric of
the swimsuit was just as tough. The waist and bottom weren't too bad
because they were cut for a girl's fuller figure, but the chest and
shoulders were really tight.
But finally I got it on and stood in front of the mirror to see how it
looked on me. Yeah, I could see why Wil had been having a problem with
his dick, because my dick kept slipping out of the leg openings. I solved
that problem by stuffing my dick back between my legs - I wonder why Wil
hadn't thought of that? But you know, I really did like the way it looked
on me and I moved around in front of the mirror and kind of daydreamed
about the girls playing volleyball on the beach and all of a sudden my
dick got really hard and wouldn't stay stuck back between my legs and I
had to reach down and let it come out the right leg opening, and that
felt good, and then the sight of it sticking out of the girl's swimsuit
got me even more turned on so I had to jerk off. By that time over an
hour had passed and I was afraid that Mom would be coming home soon, so I
cleaned myself off, took off the swimsuit and hid it back in the closet
and got dressed again.
Man do I like warmer weather - the girls wear skimpier clothes and I can
see more of what attracts me to them!
I made a mistake and said something in front of Wil that I shouldn't have
last week. We were in his garage checking out some new additions that his
brother had added to the girlie magazine collection. These were magazines
that showed well-endowed girls dressed in different kinds of underwear -
bras, pantyhose, panties, garter belts, and stuff like that. Personally I
like to see their breasts fully exposed, not partially hidden by their
bras, but Wil was getting pretty turned on by the sight of them in their
underwear. After we'd both masturbated once, he looked at me and said:
"Man, think about what it must feel like to be a girl and have a bra
supporting your tits. Wouldn't that be a turn-on?" "Actually, it's not
all that comfortable", I said, and then, like, I thought: "Oh Fuck - what
did I just say!" "What? You've worn a bra? Wow, tell me all about it",
Wil was all over me. Finally I just told him that I had done it once,
just as an experiment, you understand, and it had been really difficult
to put on, and it wasn't all that comfortable, and..... well, you get the
idea. Ever since then Wil has been obsessed with the idea of trying on a
bra. "Jesus Christ", I told him once, "If you're so fucking eager to try
one on, then get one and try it on, and quit fucking bugging me about
it!"
Well, I guess he took me at my word for about a week later when we were
in the attic he produced a shopping bag that had been hidden over in a
dark corner and reached down in the bag and pulled out a bra, not a used
one but a new one still in its wrapping. Man, I didn't think that Wil
would have had the balls to walk into a store a buy one but I guess he
had done just that. Wil was so proud of his purchase that he wanted me to
watch him try it on for the first time. Well, after about twenty minutes
he was almost in tears - he couldn't figure out how to adjust it and put
it on and he was like: "There must be something wrong with it. It must be
broken. And I spent three weeks allowance on it." "For Christ's sake,
Wil, you just don't know how to put it on. Here, give me the fucking
thing", I said and grabbed the bra from him, stripped off my shirt, and
in less than a minute had adjusted it and slipped into it. Actually after
I stuffed the cups with our handkerchiefs I had to admit that it really
didn't look that bad on me - fit much better that the bra that was sized
for my Mom. My Mom's bra had much larger cups and this bra had smaller
cups, I think they were A-cup size, which was closer to the size that I
had guessed the girls in our class were wearing now. But after a minute
or so, I was getting kind of embarrassed by wearing the thing in front of
Wil because he was so obviously turned on by the sight of me wearing it.
Like, how did I know he was turned on? Well, he had his cock in his hand
and he was jerking off like mad - that was kind of a hint. So I pulled
off the bra and tossed it to him and told him that I was tired of posing
for him while he had all the fun, and went home for supper.
A week or so later, I was sitting next to Wil in class and I happened to
glance over at him, and I'm not sure what it was, but he looked, kinda,
well, "different." I couldn't put my finger on it but there was something
about his appearance. Finally I realized that his chest looked a little
different, and then..... Holy Shit - he was wearing a bra? And at school?
After school I was like: "Jesus, Wil, are you fucking crazy? Wearing a
bra to school?" Wil just blushed a little and said that I'd only figured
that out because I knew that he had a bra, and he never wore it on the
days when he'd have to undress - like when we had gym - and besides, what
he wore was none of my business. I guess he was right about that, though
I wasn't sure that I'd want to be known as his close friend if the other
kids ever did find out about his wearing a girl's bra to school. So, it
wasn't like I kept score or anything after that, but it looked like he
was wearing it to school about two or three days a week.
The best thing about math class is that we have assigned seats and Cindy
Haworth sits on my right hand side. Cindy is one of the cuter girls in
the eighth grade, and she's also one of the better developed. Like I can
easily glance over at her and see the nice figure she's developing. "Nice
figure?" Well, I actually mean bigger breasts!
Disaster at school today! Well, not for me but for Wil. Because we had a
special program on the dangers of using drugs, the schedule got all
shifted around - which ordinarily wouldn't have been bad - but we ended
up having gym class on a day when we usually didn't have it. And, you
guessed it, Wil had to undress in the Boy's Locker Room. Now I wasn't
there when it happened but I heard from one of the other guys that he was
over in one corner and doing everything BUT changing into his gym uniform
when the coach yelled at him to quit screwing around and change. So he
took off his shirt, and of course everyone was looking at him because the
coach had yelled at him, and there's Wil, standing there wearing a pale
yellow bra! I heard that he tore it off as fast as he could but the guys
were whistling at him and chanting: "Take it off! Take it ALL off!" at
him and Wil was, like, almost in tears. And of course news like that
spreads super fast through the other kids so by the end of the day
everyone had heard about it and the guys were looking at him like he was
from another planet, and the girls were giggling behind his back. And I'm
like, pretending that I don't know him. So Wil was not having what you'd
call a good day.
But after a week or so, things quieted down and the other kids stopped
kidding him, and I started hanging around with him again. The thing that
surprised me was that I could tell that Wil was still wearing a bra to
school at least a couple of days a week. Once as we were walking between
classes, I asked him if he had a "death wish" or something and he just
looked at me and told me that the other kids knew what he had done, and
so what difference did it make if they accidentally saw him wearing it
again. It was kind of funny but the thought of Wil wearing a bra to
school was kind of a turn on for me and I could feel my dick beginning to
get hard but I didn't want to have to walk past the kids in the hallway
with an erection, so I just changed the subject.
I know that I'd planned on never trying on one of Mom's bras again. But
the idea of Wil wearing a bra was kind of a turn-on, and I kept
fantasizing about the girls at school wearing bras - it was almost like I
was obsessed with the subject. Whenever Mom wasn't around I'd spend a lot
of time browsing the internet, looking for photographs of bras, and girls
wearing them. The Victoria's Secret site was one of my favorites. And
YouTube had a bunch of videos with girls and bras and stuff like that.
There was one video that I really liked of a girl changing from one bra
to another - right in front of her younger brother.....
So anyway, I started sneaking into my Mom's bedroom and trying on her
bras again. A couple of times a week, whenever I know Mom was going to be
out of the house for several hours, I'd sneak into her bedroom, grab one
of her bras, put it on and walk around the house admiring myself in the
mirrors and fantasizing about what it would be like to have real breasts
- instead of a couple of wads of toilet paper on my chest.
(End of Part 2 - to be continued)
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