The girls backed him up, saying, “Yes, shy boy, let’s see your underpants, too. Then they all turned around to me, “Come on,” said Rod. I could see that the girls were feeling sexy as they pulled each others dresses right up and touched their knickers for us boys to see them better. My cock was very stiff and throbbing and aching in my underpants as I gazed at their beautiful big, white knickers. Soon the girls had opened their legs so that their knickers were showing and I moved a little closer to see them. I was silent, just watching everything as the girls played with Rod’s stiff cock in his underpants. Gradually the giggling ceased as the girls became aroused, and they allowed their dresses to slide upwards so that we were able to see their stocking-tops and suspenders. They giggled quietly, but were obviously intrigued, just as I was. The girls went closer, and at his confident invitation, put their hands tentatively on his underpants and gently rubbed his cock. We all gazed at his big erection which was big and stiff inside his nylon underpants, and watched with somewhat embarrassed excitement as he rubbed and played with it through his pants. Then he slowly stepped out for us all to see. Hidden by a bramble bush, Rod undressed, while we three sat down on the dry grass. Then to my amazement, Rod said that he and I would show them ‘how cocks spurt’! I was very shy and nervous, and mumbling that I would just watch, I followed him and the eager girls over to a secluded spot in the sun near the edge of the copse. I was very shy at the talk of such things, and was somewhat stunned into silence, but my penis was hard, and it was aching to be touched and masturbated in my favourite underpants, which I enjoyed doing most days. The girls had both seen erect cocks, and had obviously shared Susan’s story.
Rod was much more confident than I, and he managed to explain how masturbation led to sperm shooting from an erect cock. It was about how the older girl had wanked off her boyfriend, and how they had both enjoyed it so much. By that time, Susan was trying to tell us something that she had heard one of the older girls saying. Sex was naturally high on the agenda, and we chatted and giggled our way along past the river and towards the woodland beyond. One day, while we were walking home after our usual Saturday at the local youth club, we began to talk about things that we had heard some older club members talking about. I had many school friends, both male and female, but soon four of us, Rodney, Susan, Val and I went around together quite a bit. It proved to be a wonderfully exciting time during the long, hot summer holidays of my fourteenth year. But eventually the time arrived when my first sexual links between soft white cotton underpants, girls, and masturbation were formed. The wonderful, warm aromas of freshly ironed knickers and underpants accompanied me to bed on many occasions, and I always slept happily. Adults when undressed to their white underwear seemed so much more soft and cuddly, and as a young boy, I particularly found that soft cotton underwear was lovely to touch, although that was in a non-sexual way. This was probably from seeing and touching various underwear around the house after it was ironed. Edited by Rosemarie)ĭuring the early years of my life I developed a love and fascination for the feel of soft, white cotton underclothing.
Panty glimpses series#
(An exciting series of true experiences, by R.McD. Directoire Knickers, Corsetry & Traditional Underwear.
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