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True life events 1

True life events as best I can recall them.

I do not condone inappropriate sex involving minors.

I was never abused sexually or physically by anyone ever.

The first chapter is about what I saw as a young boy.

My early memories

Part one

While visiting an elderly Aunt at a young age, and playing hide and seek with my sister, My Aunt lifted her ankle length dress and told me to hide underneath. Inside it was very silky and she wore directoire knickers, and thick nylon stockings with the tell tale bump of her suspender clips. Although then the sight of these did not register as a sexual event. Nor did I realise the significance silky nylon would have on my growing into adulthood.

Visiting the same Aunt but this time I was older. I was too old to play hide and seek, and hide under her skirts. So I was let out with a small fishing net on a bamboo cane and a jam jar, by myself to go fishing at her local river. (fishing nets haven’t changed much over the years, but jam jars have become buckets). I was approached by a man who told me there were bigger fish to catch further down the bank under the overhanging trees. (I know now that he was probably gay, but I was young and gullible) I followed him and started to fish at the new location. I could not find the bigger fish so I turned to discover he had disappeared into the trees. I went looking for him to say I was going home. When I saw him through some bushes he was stood with his trousers round his ankles, his shirt wide open. He was wearing a pink girdle and tan stockings with black silky knickers half way down his thighs, and a pink circle stitched bra. He was furiously rubbing his hard cock, (it was a willy in those days). I stood there transfixed watching him, suddenly he moaned and his white stuff shot out the end of his cock. He shook a few drops off the end. Then he got a hanky from his pocket and wiped his cock. He put the hanky away and then pulled up his knickers; he did up his shirt and then pulled up his trousers. Then he disappeared off across the park away from the river. If he knew I had been watching, he did nothing about it. I never told my Mum or Aunt what had happened. I still can remember it so clearly as if it was yesterday.

A few years later I was playing in the local meadow near home, I fell from a tree and tore the gusset from my shorts it felt like I was wearing a skirt and I got a hard on just walking home.

I remember playing hide and seek in the local vicar’s meadow. I crept into some bushes to discover what looked like a rolled up sheet. It was soaking wet, but I unrolled it, it turned out to be a white full slip containing a white bra, a pair of white panties, a white suspender belt and a pair of badly laddered tan stockings. As I picked them up I noticed a hole in the front of the slip and in the panties. I hung them up to dry and crawled further into a hiding place. The next day I went back but the undies had gone; only the stockings were left.

As I grew older, my elder sister would parade around our house getting ready to go out for the evening. She often was walking around in just a roll on girdle or suspender belt, full briefs, (no tiny panties or thongs in those days) stockings and bra. Mostly it was a roll on girdle. It was around this time when I was about to have a bath, I was in the bathroom with the door locked and my sister had left her dress and waist slip on the back of the door. I looked in the laundry basket and saw her discarded undies. So I stripped and pulled on her roll on girdle and struggled to fasten the stockings the pulled her full briefs up my legs I clipped her bra on fastening at the front then swivelling it round I stepped into her waist slip and finally pulled her dress over my head and smoothed it down. It felt great. I then started to undress as I was supposed to be having a bath I got down to the girdle and stockings when my mother came knocking on the door I hurriedly pulled the girdle and stockings off and put the undies back in the basket. I hung the dress and slip on the door wrapped a towel around myself and let my mother in. She grabbed the basket and my pants and socks from the floor telling me to hurry up. She left the bathroom and I breathed a huge sigh, vowing never to do that again. But I was hooked and continued to dress when the opportunity allowed. And still do.

My first ever ejaculation was when I had borrowed a pair of panties and while out to play I felt myself getting hard. I slipped behind a bush and extracted my cock and rubbed it till I felt a unfamiliar sensation in my lower tummy area. Then I suddenly spurted my cream all over the ground. I felt quite faint and needed to hold on to a branch to steady myself. Since then I have always enjoyed shooting my cream but have not felt faint since just a warm lovely feeling.

I went to the cinema with a girl who was known as a good time. During the film I slid my hand up her skirt and felt her stocking tops, suspender clips and nylon panties she unzipped my jeans and put her hand into my under pants and played with my cock. I made my way inside her panties; eventually I got a finger into her pussy but feeling her undies had really turned me on. After the film we went to a well known spot where she tossed me off till I came. I had a finger in her pussy and the other hand stroking her stocking tops suspenders and panties. I did make her cum. We met a few more times for similar sessions, on one occasion we went for a walk in the local park woods. I managed to get her panties right off and got her laid down I eased her legs apart and got a good look at her pussy with soft downy hair. I eased her pussy lips apart and managed to get two fingers in; she grasped my wrist and used my fingers to fuck herself and soaked my hand with her juices. Then she picked her panties, and used them to wipe my fingers then wrapped them round my cock and tossed me off with them, I filled them with my cream and she gave them to me as a keepsake. I walked her home knowing she did not have any panties on. I did manage another quick feel of her pussy as we kissed good night. I kept the panties hidden away for a few months till they fell apart. We never tried oral or full intercourse.

I had gone in to see a soft porn Swedish film wearing some undies, I don’t remember much about the film itself. But during the film a guy came and sat next to me, he whispered “Are you here on your own”? I said “yes” equally quiet. He put his hand on my leg, stroking up and down he must have felt my suspender buttons through my trousers, then he took my hand and put it inside his trouser pocket which he had cut out the bottom, I could feel his silky undies and his hard cock, which I stroked through his silky panties. Getting in a bit further I could feel his suspenders and stocking tops. I moved my hand up to his cock, and started stroking him until I could feel a damp patch under my fingers. He took my hand from his pocket as he eased himself up a little and slipped his trousers down to his knees as I stroked him again for a few minutes, he was making little moaning sounds, when he suddenly put his hand in his mouth to stifle a groan; as a large wet spot appeared seeping through his panties. I removed my hand and he pulled up his trousers and zipped himself up and got up to leave. “Thanks that was great” he whispered “hope we meet again,” but we never did. After the end of the film I went home and on the way stopped off at the local woods for a quick one off the wrist. Getting home I hurried to the bathroom and changed back to boring male cotton pants, and stashed my undies away ready for my next encounter.

I used to go to the back of the old swimming baths and look through the holes at the girls getting undressed seeing lots of stocking tops, suspender belts and briefs, these were in the days long before tights, thongs, g-strings etc. Either being taken off or put on. Sometimes there was a glimpse of pussy or boobs if you were very lucky but most girls kept their towels wrapped round them till they had put bra and panties on. While I was there one day an old school friend came round the back and caught me looking. I had my hard cock in my hand and he watched me stroke myself, before he coughed to let me know he was there. I pushed my cock back into my trousers, but he was unzipping his trousers. He pulled his cock out which was quite a bit bigger than mine and asked me to stroke it. At first I said no, but he insisted, so I took hold of it and rubbed it up and down vigorously. He told me to go steady, now give it a kiss he demanded as he pushed my head down to his crotch. I resisted at first I did not want to show I was too eager. I did kiss it and take his cock in my mouth but just the head between my lips. Then I took it out and rubbed it till he came; shooting his cream all over the ground. We arranged to meet one night after school; I had some undies hidden in my cycle box. Also I had managed to acquire, (from un-sold jumble sale stuff at our local youth club), a skirt and top. When we met up he asked what was in my bag. Oh just a change of clothes, He looked in and saw the undies. He said “I would like to see you in them” so we went to the bushes near where met last time only more secure. I stripped and pulled on the girdle fastened the stockings and pulled up the panties, as I bent to pick up the skirt he stroked my bum then he slipped his hand round and stroked my hardening cock. I asked him to wait till I was dressed I slipped the skirt on then slipped my arms through my bra straps and asked him to fasten it. Then I put the top on. I turned to face him and he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees I looked down to see his cock poking through his trouser fly. I took it in my hands and rubbed it up and down making him gasp in ecstasy. He asked if I would suck him properly so I slipped my lips over it but it was too big to get it all in without gagging so I just sucked him till he I felt him tense I took his cock out of my mouth and aimed it on the ground. He put his cock away saying thanks see you around. I was still hard and needed to cum. I called to him to come back and deal with my hard cock. He just replied I’ve got to go, and left. So I took myself in hand and shot my cream after just a few strokes. We met again, one day I was passing his house where he lived with his parents. He invited me in and we went into the downstairs toilet. He told me to sit down and he got his cock out and held it up to my mouth. I licked it then sank my lips over it and sucked him in I got him hard in moments and he was soon thrusting in and out of my mouth as his cream started to rise. Taking his cock out of my mouth I told him I would finish him off if he agreed to suck me. He was that horny he agreed. So we swapped places and he undid my jeans and pulled them down to reveal my panties stocking tops and suspenders. He pulled the front of my panties down enough to release my cock, which he took in his mouth and stroked my panty clad bottom. I felt my cream begin to rise and it just shot into his mouth. He gagged a bit, but I held on till he had to swallow. Then I got him to swap again, and I sat and took him back into my mouth. Stroking his cock and ball sack. Suddenly he tensed and shot into my mouth. I swallowed his cream and told him we must do it again. Then we went our separate ways and I have never seen him since. I did try to contact him through one of the reunion web sites but he didn’t respond.

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