“Y-Yes, Darling,” I said slightly trembling as I opened the car door.
“One more thing,” he said. “From now on, your only concern should be with my pleasure…whenever you give me an erection-it will be your responsibility to make sure you give me the most satisfying climax you possibly can…your own little hard-on is irrelevant…your pleasure will come from my pleasure-do you understand me, Sweetheart?”
OH MY GOD-WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO??
“Y-Yes, Darling,” I stammered.
His words had given me a boner but I didn’t think he noticed as I got out of the car.
My nerves were on edge the entire day. I didn’t know it was possible to feel exhilaration and fear at the same time.
His words “Your pleasure will come from my pleasure” played over-and-over in my head.
Can I really go thru with this? What kind of person just hands-over control of their life to another person? I’d fantasized in the past about a woman taking charge of me, but a man?
Even though my hands were now accustomed to satisfying his lust, and yes, I admit, I liked it; I knew darn well he would demand the use of my mouth this weekend, and maybe, more.
I shuddered at a mental image of being naked with Danny, bending over for him.
That would be the end of me, I thought. If that happens, I might as well stamp the word ‘FAGGOT’ on my forehead for all-the-world to see.
There was no way out of this. I made a deal with him, and a man is only as good as his word. Besides, where could I go?
Outside of Jennifer I had no other friends in Florida. I certainly couldn’t run home or confide in my mother or sisters; they already have doubts about ‘what kind of boy’ I am. I’d die of shame if they found out what I’d already done with Danny.
Suck it up, John, I told myself, slightly amused by my choice of words. Man-up! Just because I’ll be kneeling between his legs doesn’t mean I have to like it.
The memories of the previous evening with Danny were fresh in my mind. I had masturbated him three-times and the feel, texture and heat of his beautiful cock and balls seemed to have left imprints on my hands.
I had to admit, I loved the way his cock came alive when it was in my hand; how it twitched and jumped and pulsated; how his balls would be swollen one moment, then they’d explode and I watched with fascinated amazement his sperm and semen gushing from his slit.
I had found it all very erotic. I even got accustomed to his finger in my asshole when he allowed me to cum. I don’t know why, but when he finger-fucked me my orgasms seemed much more intense and pleasurable.
Towards the end of the day, Mrs. Nelson and I were working together, making small-talk while folding and stocking bras and panties. I was beginning to perspire from the heat in the small stockroom, and naturally, the feel of the sexy undergarments in my hands.
“Do you have plans for the weekend?” she asked.
DOES SHE KNOW SOMETHING??
I couldn’t answer that question; I hemmed-and-hawed and stumbled over words.
“Honey, relax…” she said softly. “I’m sure whatever you do-you’ll enjoy it!”
WHAT DID SHE MEAN BY THAT??
I took a deep breath and told myself to chill-out. She’s just making conversation. By the time we finished the project, it was thankfully time to clock-out for the day.
Not a moment too soon, I told myself. My dick was throbbing and I had a serious case of blue-balls again.
As I approached Danny’s car, I was gripped by a fear so strong, I stopped dead in my tracks. I tried to peer inside the car to gauge what kind of mood he was in, but the tinted windows made it impossible to see anything at all.
I took a deep gulp of air and told myself I was ready for anything he may demand of me.
I climbed into the car and sat beside him.
“Hi Darling,” I said, “…may I please open your slacks and hold your balls?”
There was a look in his eyes that told me something wasn’t quite right.
“Of course you’ll hold my balls for me, but first…” he said then continued: “I saw Katy in the hallway today-she told me something very interesting…”
“Katy?” I asked. “Jennifer’s roommate Katy?”
My face went white and my hands began to tremble. Did Jennifer tell her roommate about the other night? Does Danny know my secret?
He stared into my eyes and asked, “Is there something you want to tell me-something you ‘should’ tell me?”
This wasn’t good-what could I say? My mind frantically searched for an answer.
“Jennifer and I were just fooling around, you know, uh, boy-girl stuff…” I stammered.
“Yes, I know,” he said, “…that’s not the interesting part…I heard it ended rather abruptly-what happened?”
“I—I—I don’t know what you mean!” I said, tears were now forming n my eyes.
He smiled sadly and stroked my hair. He didn’t appear to be angry or mad in any way.
“Did Jennifer give you a nickname? What is it she called you?” he asked softly.
OH MY GOD-OH MY GOD…
“Uh, I don’t know-I don’t remember!” I lied.
“WHAT DID SHE CALL YOU? SAY IT!!” he demanded to know.
I wanted to curl-up into a ball and disappear. I’d never hated myself as much as I did at that moment.
“Panty-boy…” I said in a whisper.
He kissed my forehead and asked, “Why would she call you ‘Panty-boy’?”
It was out in the open now. At least he didn’t appear to be mocking me. There was nothing left to be said but the truth.
“We were fooling around, and, uh, when I felt her panties, I, uh, kinda made a mess in my shorts…” I said. Then I figured since it was out in the open, I might as well make a full confession. “I like the feel of women’s panties.”
He took me in his arms and kissed me gently on the lips.
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he said.
I pressed my head to his chest and said, “No…” but I didn’t mean it.
“Well, Sweetie, when Katy told me that I became curious…I went into your apartment this afternoon and guess what I found in your bedroom-in the bottom drawer under some sweatpants and tee shirts?”
OH MY GOD-OH NO-HE FOUND MY ‘COLLECTION’!!
“Sweetie, turn around and get that paper bag on the back seat…”
I kneeled on the front seat and reached for the bag. Next to the bag, folded neatly, was my terrycloth bathrobe.
Why is my bathrobe in the car? I wondered.
When I retrieved the bag and brought it to the front seat it passed under my nose and I caught a strong aroma coming from the bag.
OH MY GOD, I thought. ALL MY PANTIES ARE IN THE BAG!!
“Sweetie, I don’t want you to be embarrassed…a panty fetish is quite common…and in all honesty, the thought of seeing you wearing women’s panties makes me hard-reach in the bag and pull out a pair,” he said.
I was not only ashamed that he knew my secret, but that I hadn’t recently washed them, either. He was sure to have noticed.
I felt around for the cleanest pair. I found one only mildly crusty. I pulled out the pink, diaphanous pair I had just added to my collection.
“Ohhh, aren’t those pretty!” he said without a trace of sarcasm. “Now, Sweetie, you’re going to wear those home…take-off all your clothes and place them in the backseat then you can slide into your pretty pink panties.”
He saw the shock register on my face.