Beginnings
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As I sit here as a middle aged and jaded man, with the glass definitely half empty, I look back on my early sexual awakenings and experiences. During my lifetime I have had sex with both men and women, and got very different rewards with the encounters I had. Sex with men took place in public toilets, and was taboo and thrilling; sex with women was emotionally rewarding, but lacked the thrill of my gay encounters! But going back further, shortly after discovering my ability to orgasm through masturbation, I discovered a teenage kink for cross-dressing.
My mother did not have much of a collection of lingerie, and what she possessed could not be described in any way as erotic. No skimpy lace and nylon outfits, just a collection of beige bras and knickers. And certainly no suspenders (garters) and stockings! Pretty Polly tan tights (pantyhose) were the most glamorous of her underwear. Of course, curiosity had gotten the better of me and I had tried them on in private, and was amazed at the soft feel as they enveloped and caressed my lower body, arousing my younger self, giving me a painful erection, lovingly surrounded in nylon. However, the chance to indulge in this new found kink at home was incredibly scarce, and would be soon succeeded by something far better!
I would go and visit my grandmother a few times each year, staying for extended periods in the likes of school holidays. My grandmother was divorced from my womanising grandad, but was still a very handsome woman. But what had aroused my teenage interest was what was put out on her washing line on laundry days; no lines of beige and cotton! Silks and satins in shades of blacks, red and pink adorned her line, and my young cock always twitched when observing the fluttering delicates and my mind wandered as to how they would feel against my young skin! And it wasn't long before I found out...
One day, my grandma was helping host the local church jumble sale, which gave me several hours in her house alone. I wandered into her bedroom and opened her Victorian wardrobe, admiring her collection of basques, girdles and suspender belts as they nestled with her lacy bras and panties. My young, trembling fingers gently caressed the soft fibres and my young prick hardened almost immediately in my trousers. The softness of the underwear and the faint perfumed aroma coming from the depths of the wardrobe had me in a state of sexual abandon. As my eyes wandered around the old piece of furniture, there was a sliding drawer marked 'hosiery'. As I tentatively slid the drawer out, my eyes were greeted by a collection of freshly laundered nylon in many colours. I was unaware that there was any other colour apart from tan! There were stockings in colours of black, white, red and shades of greys and brown. Of course there were tights nestled in there as well, but my young mind was racing having discovered stockings!
I took out a gorgeous pair of black seamed stockings from the drawer and ran them over my young, shaking hands. They felt amazing, and I held them to my face to breathe in the aroma of the nylon itself. Once more my cock twitched in my trousers, and was in dire need of release. Within seconds, I was naked and brushing the nylon against my young skin. I had to know how they would feel, and slowly, deliberately rolled the stockings up my teenage legs. By the time I had put both stockings on, and wandered over to the full length mirror to admire my nylon clad legs and huge erection, I was about ready to cum! And within the next minute, I had left a huge pool of spunk splattered halfway up the mirror and across the carpet.
Guilt and shame crept in and I felt like some kind of dysfunctional pervert. I quickly removed the stockings and replaced them, and cleaned up my juices from the room. Of course, the guilt and shame was replaced by sexual curiosity and I paid my grandmother's wardrobe subsequent visits over the years. I tried on the suspender belts and basques. I loved how they pinched and squeezed my young self! I even experimented with her make-up, painting my lips slutty shades of red and imagining leaving a red ring around the base of someone's meaty cock. Because when I dressed, I wanted to feel another man's penis either in my mouth, hand or virgin hole. I made do by contorting myself and just about managing to lick the tip of my penis and blowing my young load down my throat or all over my face. The cross-dressing had opened up a side to me I never knew existed before, and had aroused my interest in other cocks.
Maybe next time I will tell you about my first encounters with another man's cock..?
My mother did not have much of a collection of lingerie, and what she possessed could not be described in any way as erotic. No skimpy lace and nylon outfits, just a collection of beige bras and knickers. And certainly no suspenders (garters) and stockings! Pretty Polly tan tights (pantyhose) were the most glamorous of her underwear. Of course, curiosity had gotten the better of me and I had tried them on in private, and was amazed at the soft feel as they enveloped and caressed my lower body, arousing my younger self, giving me a painful erection, lovingly surrounded in nylon. However, the chance to indulge in this new found kink at home was incredibly scarce, and would be soon succeeded by something far better!
I would go and visit my grandmother a few times each year, staying for extended periods in the likes of school holidays. My grandmother was divorced from my womanising grandad, but was still a very handsome woman. But what had aroused my teenage interest was what was put out on her washing line on laundry days; no lines of beige and cotton! Silks and satins in shades of blacks, red and pink adorned her line, and my young cock always twitched when observing the fluttering delicates and my mind wandered as to how they would feel against my young skin! And it wasn't long before I found out...
One day, my grandma was helping host the local church jumble sale, which gave me several hours in her house alone. I wandered into her bedroom and opened her Victorian wardrobe, admiring her collection of basques, girdles and suspender belts as they nestled with her lacy bras and panties. My young, trembling fingers gently caressed the soft fibres and my young prick hardened almost immediately in my trousers. The softness of the underwear and the faint perfumed aroma coming from the depths of the wardrobe had me in a state of sexual abandon. As my eyes wandered around the old piece of furniture, there was a sliding drawer marked 'hosiery'. As I tentatively slid the drawer out, my eyes were greeted by a collection of freshly laundered nylon in many colours. I was unaware that there was any other colour apart from tan! There were stockings in colours of black, white, red and shades of greys and brown. Of course there were tights nestled in there as well, but my young mind was racing having discovered stockings!
I took out a gorgeous pair of black seamed stockings from the drawer and ran them over my young, shaking hands. They felt amazing, and I held them to my face to breathe in the aroma of the nylon itself. Once more my cock twitched in my trousers, and was in dire need of release. Within seconds, I was naked and brushing the nylon against my young skin. I had to know how they would feel, and slowly, deliberately rolled the stockings up my teenage legs. By the time I had put both stockings on, and wandered over to the full length mirror to admire my nylon clad legs and huge erection, I was about ready to cum! And within the next minute, I had left a huge pool of spunk splattered halfway up the mirror and across the carpet.
Guilt and shame crept in and I felt like some kind of dysfunctional pervert. I quickly removed the stockings and replaced them, and cleaned up my juices from the room. Of course, the guilt and shame was replaced by sexual curiosity and I paid my grandmother's wardrobe subsequent visits over the years. I tried on the suspender belts and basques. I loved how they pinched and squeezed my young self! I even experimented with her make-up, painting my lips slutty shades of red and imagining leaving a red ring around the base of someone's meaty cock. Because when I dressed, I wanted to feel another man's penis either in my mouth, hand or virgin hole. I made do by contorting myself and just about managing to lick the tip of my penis and blowing my young load down my throat or all over my face. The cross-dressing had opened up a side to me I never knew existed before, and had aroused my interest in other cocks.
Maybe next time I will tell you about my first encounters with another man's cock..?
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