Bikini Boy
Keywords: Boy, Bikini,
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I was the boy my father had hoped for after 3 daughters before me. Life in our suburban middle class two-story house was as normal as anyone else's. My dad was a loving father bringing me up and doing the things a father likes to do with his son – baseball, fishing, camping, working the garage. Then came the divorce. The fights, the yelling & screaming about the "other woman" resounded through the house & the kids tried not to listen. Then he was gone. All of our lives changed dramatically after dad left. It was a devastating thing to endure as a family and it left me with a house full of females to find my own way.
My sisters were the most beautiful girls that any could ever be and I always had to live in the shadow of feminine influence. Many people said I looked just like my sisters, with the same hair and soft pale skin. Perhaps this atmosphere influenced me greater than I realized. When I was quite younger my sisters would dress me up in girls clothing and make me sit at their silly tea parties. Feminine milieu was everywhere; bras, panties, stockings, dresses, hair brushes, blow dryers – anything and everything feminine were always scattered around the house and in the laundry.
After dad was gone and I was late in my teen years, I was alone one day, a rarity, and tooling around in the basement. In the junk room I was looking for something, a baseball mitt or the like and stumbled into a box of dad's old girlie magazines. For a boy it was like finding gold at the end of a rainbow. I perused a few of them and grabbed a handful to head to my room to masturbate.
As I was walking by the laundry room with my treasures I spied a few baskets of clean and dirty laundry. Something caught my eye. Out of curiosity I picked up a particularly silky pair of satin string bikini panties. I set down my magazines and opened one up to a nice photo spread of ravishing naked women. The panties felt strange to the touch and I felt an erotic urge rise in my crotch. I lifted them to my face and a faint trace of sultry feminine aroma floored my being.
I became rock hard in my pants and felt possessed and disoriented. I dropped the panties to the floor and began taking off my clothes. Naked in the barren, cool dark laundry room my cock ached a strange powerful longing, a hardness it had yet to experience. I retrieved the panties and trembling I pulled them up my legs. The sensation of feeling the feminine undergarment on my boyish skin thrilled me as I shook in unknowing lust and anticipation. As the silky, satin bikini panties were pulled into place my cock felt a soothing sleek sensation that steeled it harder as the experience evolved. I felt the hardness of my cock through the panties and rubbed my boyish ass feeling a totality of erotic sensation.
The panties looked and felt like nothing I could ever imagine and a hereto now unknown sexual side of me was swelling as this forbidden adventure continued. I spied other feminine undergarments in the baskets and was soon rubbing bras and slips and silken camisoles all over my body and face and throbbing cock. Dizzy and charged up I jacked slowly on my cock cupping my satin-sheathed balls and I caressed my panty encased little ass, followed by fondling my balls again in their silken treasure purse. My cock felt heavenly as I stroked on it and moved my fist faster and firmer along my raging boner. Then like a jet engine on a fighter plane my excitement in this new exciting activity made me cum in a blast of hot teenage ejaculate that roped and sprayed all over me and the silky panties and whatever happened to be in front of me.
I gasped & shuddered, never having an orgasm like this in my life, literally high from the experience. I was messy and sticky with my own cum, but I felt elated about my discoveries. I gathered up the magazines and any undergarment that I happened to soil with my explosive blast of spooge and dressed hurriedly. Not knowing or caring about doing laundry over the items I had messed upon, I brought them excitedly to my room and hid them. It couldn't have been more than 45 minutes later that I was hard again thinking about my little escapade. I dug out my hidden feminine treasures and felt their silkiness again as well as the dampness of my cum upon them. The fragrance of my own cum on the feminine scented panties was overwhelming and I stripped again and slid the cum soaked satin panties up my legs. Their feminine softness and slight dampness produced another hard on of unimaginable rigidity. I was so hard and horny that it was nearly painful.
I pulled out the Playboys and other girlie mags I had found in the box in the basement. I jacked off furiously in the panties and with whatever other silky undergarment I had draped over me, or that I had to rub in my face, savoring the scent of feminine satin and lace and admiring the sultry nude or panty clad women with the magazines laid out before me. I jacked off hard and bucked up and down, cumming all over myself in a no less powerful explosion, but perhaps not quite as much cum. Breathless, I lay there till I thought I heard voices, so I scampered to wipe my mess off with a cami, and got dressed and composed before I had to deal with my mother or sisters. I was elated and frightened inside, but I could not wait to go to bed that night to again pull out my forbidden cache of silky feminine apparel and magazines. I jacked off again in the panties when I went to bed and again waking in the middle of the night to wank my sore but aching cock to another numbing orgasm.
Over the next few weeks I slipped into another world. My discovery of jacking off while wearing panties and lingerie consumed nearly my every waking thought for weeks. I vacillated between guilt and fear over my behavior to pure lust and curiosity about all under things silky and feminine. I dressed in panties; stockings, slips, camisoles and bikini swim suits to pursue my lust for feminine under things. Every chance I could I would sneak a different pair of panties to my room to jack off in. With my rock hard teenage cock encased in a frilly pair of panties and also at times wearing stockings and a bra I would masturbate wildly in my sensual fantasy world. All panties fascinated me; how they looked & felt to the touch and especially the way they felt pulled up over my throbbing cock. They were all wonderful to put on & jack off in – the silky ones & the satin ones too. One of my favorites was the simple pleasure of a pair of micro thin cotton string bikini panties – they teased my hard cock just right and made me feel so feminine & horny.
Another discovery I soon made was to jack off while wearing the panties and sniff a pair of stolen soiled panties, drinking in the sultry, entrancing aroma of pussy while I beat off. I had countless mind bending orgasms wearing my sisters' silken panties with one hand on my throbbing cock and the other holding a pair of fragrant panties in my face with its luscious cotton patch stuck into my nostrils and magazines of naked women spread across my bed.
Hardly a day went by for the first few months that I didn't jack off at least 3 times, some days as many as 5 times. Waking up before daybreak with a massive boner I would slip on a pair of stolen panties and jack off before falling back to sleep. Upon waking up, still wearing the panties I would be hornier than ever and a jack off to another stimulating climax. If it was a day where I could be alone for a while at the next possible moment I would sneak back into my room and slip on a pair of panties and frantically jack off again. On this type of day I would usually jack off again right after dinner and then again late at night as I was trying to get to sleep but with my hard on urging me on to jack off yet again.
I also discovered the heady scent of my own cum. Some of the panties would end up with my cum upon them or whatever I used to wipe up my huge cum blasts would fascinate me with the scent of cum. A few times I got brave after jacking off and would taste a dab of my own cum, but it seemed not as exciting after I had already cum. One day my curiosity led me to scoop up into a glass a few big gobs of cum and I hid it till the next time I jacked off. With silky panties caressing my cock and girlie magazines spread across my bed my cock ached an exciting hardness as I got brave and tasted my own cum. It excited me and scared me too cause I really enjoyed this naughty little game and knew that I would have no trouble sucking a cock.
The items that I soiled I eventually stained so bad that I threw them out or washed them crudely in a clandestine manner to use as soft enticing sperm rags. I was much more careful about soiling my sisters panties, yet every moment possible alone I would hope to discover another frilly panty or undergarment to bring joy to my silky-smooth masturbatory world. Eventually the novelty wore off to where it would be only once or twice a day or every other day. But deep inside I felt so good when I was attired in panties and lingerie that I let this side of me grow.
Like any other guy I had friends & interests. I was a good friend with a guy named Joey who was a bit more athletic than my lithe boyish build. We hung out and did the things guys do together. One night he spent the night and the subject turned to girls. We were leafing through my stash of girlie magazines as we talked about this girl or that one when Joey eventually said:
"Dude, don't get pissed but your sisters are as hot as any of those chicks".
"Yeah, I know. They drive me crazy, but they're my sisters. You'd like to go for Amy, wouldn't you?" I asked.
"Shit yeah" Joey exclaimed. Amy and Liz were away at a track meet and the Jen was away in college so we had the house to ourselves, except for my mom who was downstairs watching TV.
I was getting excited and knew Joey was too so I braved a question I hoped he wouldn't think was too strange:
"Want to go raid their panty drawer?" I timidly asked.
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Keywords: Boy, Bikini,