Panties For Men

I used to see a friend quite often who was not one of our local gang. He always seemed a bit of a loner to me. I had been knocking about with him for about two years or so off and on. He was within two weeks of my age but we to different schools.

We were about three weeks away from the end of school year and looking forward to the six weeks summer break.  It was normal for us to meet up either at his house or mine where we would do normal boys stuff – magazines, out for bike rides, etc.  We were both into Construction kits and so spent a fair bit of time together with our shared hobby, more often than not in his bedroom as he had his own room.  I suppose that the only slightly unusual thing about our friendship was that he had liked me to spend time scratching his back. Not just the little patch between his shoulder blades that he couldn’t reach (we all have that problem), but his whole back.  I never understood why this was but obliged without question, always through his shirt and to start with, there was no sexual feelings on my part. I never instigated these sessions but waited until he asked.

By this time I had developed a bit of a thing for panties and would borrow pairs of my sister’s or mum’s to masturbate with. It was during the period of my most active maturbating at home that I began to find that the back scratching sessions had started to make me feel a bit horny, and often gave me an erection, although at the time I was very confused about it and for quite a while managed to ignore these new feelings and to keep my body away from his a little so that he wouldn’t notice.  I hadn’t given a thought to the fact that it may make him horny as well. He was incidentally quite a ‘girly’ sort of a boy with glorious curly brown hair and a fairly feminine looking body. My mother used to say that if he was a girl, he would be pretty.

One Saturday afternoon, his parents were both out on a visit to relatives and his older sister, who was eighteen at the time, was at her Weekend job, and so we were alone in his house, in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed looking at comics and chatting.  It took me a lot of courage, I remember, but somehow I managed to steer the conversation around to the subject of masturbation.  It seems that he knew all about it and admitted that he did masturbate quite frequently.  I told him about my attraction to panties and he admitted that he had explored both his sister’s and his mum’s panty drawers.  This led to us both confessing that we had masturbated with panties.

‘’ Why don’t you go and find some of your sister’s panties now’’ I asked.

  He seemed a little nervous at what I had suggested.

‘’ Can you just scratch my back for a bit’’ he replied after a short pause.

‘’Ok if you say so.’’ I was a bit disappointed.

Somehow, and to this day I can’t think how it happened, he ended up kneeling on the floor, bent forward over his bed, with me kneeling behind him and my crotch pressing against his bottom outside our clothing.  I pushed up his shirt to expose his back and began to very lightly scratch his back.  The inevitable happened and I began to get hard.

He said, ‘’your dick’s hard.’’

‘’I can’t help it, it always happens when I’m scratching your back,’’ I replied. ‘’ does it happen to you too’’

‘’It does, but I was too scared to say so’’ he admitted. ‘’Actually it always makes me hard and want to rub myself when you’re scratching me, and I usually do straight after you have gone home’’

He then began to massage my stiffness by gently moving his bum backwards and forwards as he pressed a little harder against my erection

I don’t remember either of us saying a word as I moved away from him slightly, undid his belt, slid his jeans and underpants down and began to lightly rub his back instead of scratching it, then extending the strokes down to his buttocks and backs of his thighs.  Then I pushed my jeans and underpants down and pressed my hard penis between his buttocks. Still neither of us spoke a word. We were both breathing quite heavily. I began to rub my erection up and down his bottom crack, while continuing to rub his back. Everything seemed so natural.

 He broke the silence by saying ‘’are you going to cum and make a mess’’

‘’I think I am! Quite soon!’’ I replied slightly breathlessly.

‘’You had better stay still for a bit’’ he suggested. ‘’I don’t want you to cum on me and make a mess.’’

I stopped moving as he had suggested. Then I put my hand around the front and found his erection, which was rock hard and felt bigger than mine. It was sticky at the end. I began to masturbate him with long, steady strokes until he said ‘’we had better stop or else you will make me cum and I don’t want it on my bed covers’’

He told me to move away from him so that he could get up.

‘’Is that it then’’ I said with disappointment in my voice.

‘’No’’ he said, ‘’I’m going to go to find something for us to cum on to save getting it everywhere’’

As he stood to leave the room I saw his stiffness standing out in front of him, and as I had suspected, it was much bigger than mine.  He loosely pulled up his jeans and left the bedroom for a minute or so. When he returned he was holding a pair of white cotton waist height knickers in his hand.

‘’I just got these from my sister’s bedroom.’’ He informed me

‘’I can see that’’’ I replied, excitement creeping into my voice.

He took his jeans and underpants right off straight away.

‘’I’m going to put them on’’ he said ‘’so that we can both cum in them’’

‘’What do you want me to do’’ I queried.

‘’I’m going to get back where I was on the bed after I have put them on’’ he replied. ‘’and then you can kneel behind me again if you like’’

 He stood there with his erection sticking out and pulled on the knickers. They were the standard girls knickers of that era. They came up almost to his waist with a wide elasticated waste band and covered his hard-on completely. They also had low cut legs which had quite heavy elastic around them and covered his backside .I remember my mouth going dry and my heart rate quickening. The outline of his erection looked fabulous through the front of the knickers.

Once he was wearing them, he got back down into his previous position, kneeling on the floor with his upper body on the bed and his bum pushed out. He instructed me to get back into the position that I had been in. I removed my jeans and underpants. I had also remained hard throughout our short intermission and knelt back down behind him again and as he parted his legs I pushed mine between them. My hard-on laying nicely against the cotton fabric, I pressed my erection against his panty covered  bum crack and began to rub up and down. I willed myself not to cum too soon. I wanted this to last. Then I reached around and began to rub his erection through the knickers. After a few minutes he began to groan.

‘’I’m going to cum.’’ He said panting. ‘’Keep rubbing with your hand.’’

‘’Will it all stay in the knickers?’’

‘’I hope s……  aaaar, aaaar that’s it!’’

His erection jerked and his cum spurted out, all of it trapped in the knickers. His climax subsided and he moved my hand away from him.

 I stopped rubbing myself against the panties over his buttocks and stayed still for a moment to further delay my ejaculation. He then told me to move off him so that he could stand up. He took off the panties. His erection was already beginning to soften.

‘’Now you put them on and I’ll rub you through them like you did to me.’’

 I almost ejaculated at the thought of it.

We both stood for a moment looking at each other. He had now lost his erection and my penis was harder than ever. He was panting a little and I was still dry mouthed and my heart was racing. He took them off, I immediately put them on. His sticky cum patch, although damp, felt warm against me.  Just like his hardness had been, mine was totally covered by the fabric of the panties.

‘’Lay back on the bed.’’ He said

 I laid back flat on the bed and he leaned forward and began to rub my hard penis slowly through the panties.  I managed to refrain from cumming for what seemed like quite a while, but in reality was probably only a few minutes, as he continued rubbing and stroking. He then began to massage my balls through the gusset of the panties with his other hand.  I came a few moments later into the front of the panties with quite a few healthy spurts which soaked the panties some more where he had previously left his load. 

Without speaking a word of what we had just done, I took the panties off and wiped myself on them before handing them back to him.

We both got dressed and went downstairs.

At his front door I asked, ‘’when can we do it again?’’

‘’Maybe some time.’ He replied.

I turned and walked away back to my house.

I thought about what he may have done with the knickers that we had used, and I often wished that I had asked him if I could keep them.

I didn’t see him much more after that memorable afternoon. I suppose that we were possibly embarrassed about what we had done and did not want to think of ourselves as homo-sexual or something.  I don’t think that we really understood that we were still experimenting with sex and did not know that many boys in early stages of puberty try out all sorts of things.