Vic’s own hand slips into the back of my underwear. Lightly brushing my ass as he slides his hand around to my front. I can’t help but moan slightly as his fingers grip my little cock. I can feel it twitch and grow in his hand. I can’t stop it.
This goes on for a few minutes. My penis growing to its full, but worthless, length. Vic thrusting slightly into my hand. His tiny penis hard between my fingers as I gently tug. Both of us moaning. Sounding more like girls than men.
What would sucking his little penis be like? I wonder. So different from Jarome’s
The black boys are taking pictures on their phones. Recording our gay sexplay. To blackmail us, I figure.
“Alright, you sissies. Enough foreplay. Time for you to do your duty.” Clayton motions down to his crotch. The other boys have already pulled out their hard black dicks.
Quickly, obediently, Vic drops to his knees and pulls the big black boy’s cock out. Willingly, almost eagerly, taking it into his mouth.
A little more reluctantly I get down before Jarome. When I see his dick though, I can’t help a thrill runs through me. I feel butterflies in my tummy.
I start to kiss his hard cock. Humiliated, but shivering with excitement, I start sucking on the big mahogany rod. I grasp the base and tug as my tongue pleasures his tip. Moaning as I suck.
Reaching out, I grab one of the other boy’s dicks and start pumping that too. Like one of the sluts in a porno.
Jarome doesn’t last long, and I find myself sucking his juice out of his meat stick as he groans above me. I grimace as I swallow the hot, bitter, slime.
Then I turn to the boy I am jacking off. I take his, slightly smaller, penis in my mouth. He grunts as his dick twitches between my lips. Hot jizz spraying the back of my throat.
Vic has finished off the other two boys. We stay kneeling on the floor as Clayton orders us, “Those panties are no good. From now on, you’d best be wearing something sexy. Something girly.”
“What? But…” Vic starts, looking shocked. The black boy casually slaps him across the face.
“You heard me bitch.” Clayton growls at him.
The four of them leave us to get dressed in silence.
I want to just ignore them. To pretend it isn’t happening, maybe? But they have those pictures now. At least that’s what I tell myself.
Vic and I walk home together after school most days. Usually talking about the fun things we were into.
Today was different. “What are we going to do?” Vic asks morosely.
I shrug. “Wear panties till they are bored with us. I guess.”
He looks at me. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Sure you can.” I assure him. “In fact, I bet they feel real comfortable.” I try to give him a reassuring smile as he turns off down his street.
When I get home I slip into my mother’s bedroom. Feeling strangely obscene. She wouldn’t be home for hours. She often works late.
Looking at myself in her dresser mirror, I strip. Alone in my mother’s room, my body shivers with excitement. I start going through her dresser, quickly finding her underwear drawer.
She has plenty of basic black, white, and grey cotton panties. Turns out she also has a bit of a wild side. About half the stuff in there is lacy, silky, or mesh. There are even a few thongs.
I pull out a light blue, silky panty. Feeling the smoothness between my fingers. A shiver runs down my spine.
I shiver again as I pull them on. The large panties swallowing my tiny manhood. I find that Mom is a few sizes bigger than me.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Mom is curvy, but weighs probably two-twenty. She has really big tits and a big round ass.
Her panties wouldn’t do.
As I’m putting them back my hand bumps something hard. Pushing underwear out of the way I find a big purple vibrator. Mom’s sex toy.
My fingers are holding something that has touched my mother’s pussy.
After what happened in the locker room, the thought made me recklessly horny.
I pull the silk panties back out and put them on. Then after a little thought pull on a silk nighty. Big on me, but smooth and exciting against my skin.
Laying on my back on mom’s bed I feel so deliciously naughty. Wearing her lingerie. Holding her vibrator. The thought of getting caught like this only adds to my shameful lust.
With a snap! The vibrator turns on. I gasp as it comes alive in my hand. Sending shivers up my arm and through my body.
First I rub the vibrator against my little dick through the panties. My shameful penis getting throbbing in its erection. The sensation that runs through me is intense.
Then I shove the purple pleasure wand in the panties. Vibrating directly on my skin. I rub, then stroke my cock. I’m making little squeaking noises. Not at all like a man.
my orgasm explodes through me. I gasp loudly and hoarsely as I cum. Careful not to get any on my mother’s things. My jizz spills all over my hand and tummy.
For a moment I think about tasting it.
I shake my head as I clean up. The spell suddenly broken. Feeling dirty and humiliated. Even though there was no one to see what I did.
I grab the money I had saved doing yard work over the summer and get on my bike. Headed to the nearest big box store.
I feel nervous as I walk into the ladies lingerie section. Like I am somewhere I shouldn’t be.
My heart beats fast as I walk up and down the rows. Looking for underwear that will fit, and be affordable.
Feeling like a pervert I reach out and feel a few of the panties. Some lacy ones, some satin and silk. A few cotton and one that feels like velvet. The silk and satin seems to be my favorite
There isn’t anyone nearby. Yet I still feel naughty. What I was doing seemed shameful. My body buzzed with nervous energy.
There isn’t anything for it. I have to try a few on to figure out my size.
Picking out three pairs of satin panties, in the range that I figure would fit, I nervously walk up to the changing room lady.
“Can I help you, young man?” She asks. Looking at me dubiously. She is old, in her sixties at least. And probably close to three hundred pounds.
“I … um. I need to try these on. To find out my size.” I explain. My body trembling.
“Is this some sort of prank?” She squints at me, obviously suspicious.
“N … no ma’am. No prank.” I assure her. She reluctantly hands me a pass.
Maybe I should have said yes. I think as I enter the little cubby. Or, that it was a school project. Something to do with social awareness.
I guess I should have thought it through before coming to the store. Then again, I had hoped I wouldn’t have to interact with anybody.
I strip naked, and start to look at the smallest pair of panties. I look up in shock when the door to my dressing room opens.
I look up in embarrassed horror to find the fat old lady from behind the counter standing there ogling me. She had stripped down to her bra and panties. A big satiny pair with purple and pink flowers. Her skin hangs down in folds. Like a candle someone had left in the sun. Her tits are big, almost the size of my head, packed inside their reinforced bra.
“I’ll help you with that young man.” She insists. Stepping in with a cloth tape-measure.