Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 08:47:57 -0800 (PST)
From: curious <pansutorht@yahoo.com>
Subject: Moms Stolen Nylon Stockings Part 3

This is part 3 of Mom's Stolen Nylon Stockings. I hope you readers enjoy
reading it as much as I did living it when I was a little boy. Anyone who
is interested in e-mailing me their comments may do so I can be reached at:
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I really can't remember when I began making up sex fantasies of me queering
off with my friends or other boys. Ever since I imagined myself being gang
humped by my friends during a boner contest when we boys actually got
together for our contests I began to realize that thinking about my friends
humping me like I had during my fantasy was really getting me horny. More
and more often the idea of bringing one of my friends along to my hide outs
so they could watch me put my nylons on and use me like a girl if they
wanted was becoming a huge turn on for me. Finally on a warm fall afternoon
I went to my hideout in the creek and decided that it was time for me to
really let my imagination run wild with this idea of queering off with my
friends.

That afternoon as I undressed I began imagining that I had brought two of
my friends with me so I could show them this super secret thing I liked to
do that always gave me these super hard boners. I remember giggling to
myself as I put my stockings on. Lying down on my cloths I placed my elbows
behind me to hold me up and bent my legs at the knees. Lying there with my
legs spread apart I was pretending that my friends were standing over me,
watching with pleasure as I made myself available to them. Picturing myself
like that, lying on ground with my legs spread apart and waiting for my
friends to take turns humping me made me smile. My little dick was rock
hard and already dripping pre-cum down onto my still hairless abdomen as I
visualized surrendering my body to my friends so they could hump me for as
long as they wanted to. But then the image I had in my head began to
change. I felt so girly inside that a new fantasy popped into my head and
in it I was standing in front of my friends all dressed up like a girl.

I was wearing a flowered print mini dress with stockings on underneath. On
my feet I wore a pair of light brown high heel sandals just like those my
second oldest sister wore. My hair was longer and reached down to the
middle of my back. Letting my friends see me like this felt so liberating
and I giggled with delight imagining myself prancing around in front of
them and teasing them by lifting the hem of my dress to show them my
stockings and my hard little dick sticking out in front me. Of course
seeing me all dressed up like a hot nasty girl would make my friends horny
and want to fuck me. But before I would allow either one of them to fuck me
like a girl and put their hard cocks up my willing ass they would have to
kiss my nylons and tell me how pretty I was in them and how badly they
wanted me to wrap my stocking clad legs around them. I saw my friends
getting down on their knees to comply with my wishes and it seemed as if I
could feel their hot lips kissing me on the legs as they used their hands
to feel me up. For a moment I felt in control and used my willingness to be
a girl for my friends to fuck to exert a dominating power over them. But
this lasted for only a moment. My friends were so aroused by me pretending
to be a nasty stocking wearing girl they ended up forcing me down onto my
hands and knees. One of them quickly got behind me and just pushed his hard
cock into my ass and began fucking me from behind while the other one stood
in front of me grabbing me by my hair forcing me to take him in my mouth. I
was so aroused from this fantasy that it seemed almost real to me. My
little dick grew so hard thinking like this that it actually hurt me and I
had to stop daydreaming like this because it was just too painful for me to
continue on with it.

Keep in mind that I'm still only 12 at this time and I didn't know the
first thing about boy's cumming with their dicks. Even though I and my
friends thought we knew what fucking a girl was all about, you put your
hard dick into the pussy of a girl, none of us knew the first dam thing
about cumming. To us fucking a girl or making her suck on your dick was
something you did to make your dick feel good and when you did things like
this then you could say you were having sex. I can't talk for my friends
but I thought fucking a girl in the pussy was something boys did because it
felt good but when you got tired of it you were suppose to stop "giving her
the bone" like we used to say, and then simply pull up your pants and
leave. I didn't know that shooting off cum from your dick was even
possible. All I knew was this clear fluid came out of you when you had
boners. Since I didn't know cumming even existed when I was going to my
hideouts to put mom's stolen nylon stockings on the whole purpose of me
doing this was simply to make my dick feel good. So the way I understood it
back then putting nylons on made me feel good between my legs and gave me
nice hard boners to play with but when my boner started hurting me then it
was time to stop. God the erections I gave myself back then were so hard
and powerful and lasted so long that sometimes they would stay with me
until after I got home. But those were beautiful erections I used to get
and those were wonderful days I spent in my hideouts.

Once I started fantasizing about queering off with my friends it didn't
take very long for me to create faggot fantasies about me getting queer
with older men. Whenever I fantasized about older men I always pictured a
middle aged man fucking me and never older teenage boys or young men in
their twenties or thirties. For me what got me hard was seeing an old man
in his mid-forties or even his fifties suddenly walking in on me in my
hideout and catching me wearing my nylons and playing with myself. The idea
of being caught by an older man was such a turn on for me. I liked it when
I saw myself being forced by an older man to behave like a nasty little
girl for him and let him have his way with me. My fantasy man would finger
fuck me in the ass first to loosen it up and get me ready to take his
cock. While he fingered me he would cuss on me, calling me names like
slutty whore and little bitch all the while promising me that he was going
to show me just what it means to be a pretty girly-boy wearing nylons. In
all my fantasies like this I was always being dominated by the older man
and forced to do such wonderfully nasty things for them like sucking on
their cocks or letting them tie me up. When it came time for me to see
myself getting fucked in the ass I would picture myself being forced down
onto my back just like you do with girls. Lying there in front of my older
imagined lover I would willingly let him lift my stocking clad legs apart
with his arms forcing them up towards my head and bending me back at the
waist so my tight little ass hole was exposed between us. Then without care
or concern for my feelings he would place my ankles on top of his shoulders
and then force himself into me and just fuck me hard.

Incidentally back then it never occurred to me that letting someone,
anyone, fuck my ass could be painful. For me fantasizing about getting ass
fucked was always something I thought of as being pleasant and
enjoyable. Imagining an older man fucking me in my little boy pussy just
like boys fucked girls, on their backs or down on your knees, just had to
feel good otherwise why would faggots butt fuck each other? Besides
fantasizing about getting ass fucked by a man made me feel feminine and
soft inside. I always felt like a real girl when I thought about an older
man ass fucking me. What makes me chuckle about those boyhood fantasies is
the fact that I didn't discover until a few years later that taking a hard
cock up your ass could be almost impossible to do or let happen to you
unless you first greased up with Vaseline or some other type of
lubricant. Until I found that out I always just assumed that getting a cock
pushed up your ass simply entailed having a man insert himself in you so
you can imagine the embarrassment and discomfort I felt when I learned that
you first had to grease up whatever you put up your ass. If you didn't
inserting something up your butt hurt like hell.

At first I divided my sex fantasies equally between those in which I ended
up fucking mom and those in which I ended up being fucked by older
men. Eventually though my incest fantasies about mom started to disappear
because I began replacing them with more and more homosexual fantasies
which even to this day I still believe were triggered by what happened to
me when us boys finally admitted another boy into our little circle of
friends. The boys name was Calvin.

I need to explain a bit about the boner contests my friends and I engaged
in when we were kids. At the time when we boys were having these contests
we really didn't see anything wrong in what we were doing. As all of us
grew older and got closer and closer to puberty our contests became a way
of physically proving to each other just how horny we all were to fuck
girls. We had an unspoken and self understood rule between us that whenever
we got together to hold a contest and show each other how hard our little
dicks were when we opened up our pants and exposed ourselves we had to call
out the name of a girl we wanted to give our hot love meat too. Usually we
all ended up saying something close to "this boner is for" and then say the
girl's name. Doing this protected us from each other in getting called a
queer or a faggot. In those days it was a major insult for any one to call
you a faggot which was something we termed "fighting words."

Sounds pretty silly doesn't it. Well silly or not the reasoning behind it
made since to us.

What none of my friends ever knew though was once I began going off to put
nylons on and get nasty with myself that when I did join in during a boner
contest the reason I was getting a boner was because I was thinking about
my nylons and wishing that I had them on so I could show my friends how
pretty and sexually desirable they made me feel. Of course on occasion we
would get a little out of hand and there were many times when we let our
hands linger a bit longer than necessary on each other. More than once I
felt myself getting a full stroke along the shaft of my hard little dick
and I'm as guilty of that offense as any one else was because I also handed
out a few good full strokes myself.

Early on in the school year of 1972 my friends and I decided to let Calvin
hang out with us. He was a white farm kid who was a full year older than
the rest of us. Like me he had flunked the second grade and got held
back. His family was poor and to be honest I always thought of Calvin as
being kind of dumb. He was really an okay guy as far as I was concerned but
he wasn't what you would call the sharpest knife in the drawer. Anyway
Calvin and I went down to the river over noon hour one day and we were
fooling around pitching rocks in and basically screwing around doing a
whole lot of nothing when he asked me what sort of contest the rest of us
boys were always having amongst ourselves. He was curious about what we
were doing and why he wasn't allowed to join in with us. At first his
question caught me by surprise but after a moment I just decided to tell
him about our boner contests and I explained that it was just something we
did together so we could show each other how horny we were to fuck girls.

When I finished telling him every thing he wanted to know if he and I could
have a contest between the two of us. I remember he had this silly kind of
grin on his face as he started encouraging me to get a boner and show it to
him. At first I ignored him. I wasn't interested in having a contest but
Calvin was pretty insistent. After telling him no several times I finally
caved and agreed to have a contest. I told him we needed to find a place
where no one could see us and we walked over to a grove of nearby
trees. Once I was sure we were outsight from prying eyes I closed my eyes
and began seeing myself in my hideout wearing mom's nylon stockings. It
only took me a moment to get hard and I reached down opened up my pants and
exposed myself.

I don't know what sort of reaction I expected from Calvin once I showed him
my boner but the last thing in the world I expected was to hear him
laughing at me. I mean I was standing there with my boner out and maybe I
was expecting him to reach over and grab it to see how hard it was just
like everyone else did but instead of feeling his hand on my hard little
dick there he is laughing at me. I was so pissed off at him. I started to
fumble around and put myself back inside my jeans promising myself that I
was going to get even with this fucking white boy for laughing at me but
then I hear him trying to explain to me why he started laughing when I
showed him my boner. He said he was laughing because I didn't have any
pubic hair around my dick which only made me even madder. I was still
fumbling around with the front of my pants trying to button them up when he
told me to stop and watch as he showed me what a real man's cock is
supposed to look like.

I'll always remember Calvin's cock simply because it is the biggest cock I
have ever seen in my life and I'm not making this up. When he dropped his
pants to show me his cock I was amazed by the sheer size of it. He was huge
even by adult standards. I don't know if any readers are familiar with John
Holmes one of the adult sex stars of the 70's, but Calvin had a dick that
matched big John's and he was only 13 years old. My God that kid was
packed.

Unable to stop myself I couldn't help but reach over and touch his cock
which simply overwhelmed my little hand. Jesus Christ, even using both
hands I couldn't fully cover that monster of his. To make a long story
short and get to the point. Calvin's cock was the first cock I ever got to
play around with whenever I wanted too. Unknown to the rest of my friends
me and Calvin started going off alone together whenever we could just so he
and I could be by ourselves. When it was just us Calvin would show me his
cock and I would play around with it and do things like squeeze it and
stroke it with my hands. He liked it when I played with him like this and
so did I. During the school day he was always messing around with me trying
to get me to secretly reach down and grab him hard. God that kid was always
pestering me to let him show me his boner during the school day but getting
caught at school playing around with another guys cock scared the shit out
of me and I did everything I could to ignore him or laugh him off when I
could. But that guy was nuts. He was always telling me when he got a boner
in school and he never had a problem with showing it too me by adjusting
himself with a hand down his pants so he could lay that monster of his
alongside his thigh where it was easy to see it perfectly outlined through
his pant leg. One day during choir class probably close to the Christmas
break if I'm recalling it correctly. He and I were sitting together at the
music table in class because there wasn't any more seats open for us to sit
in up in the bleacher tables. I was sitting there quietly looking over at a
girl I was interested in and had a crush on when Calvin leaned over to me
with this huge shit eating grin on his face and whispered to me that
looking at the teacher, whose name I forget, was giving him a boner.

I really don't remember how I reacted when he told me this but I do
remember what he did next. Apparently it wasn't enough for him to just tell
me he had a boner for our teacher. Maybe he was under the impression I
wouldn't believe him. I really don't know. But right there in class with
our Choir teacher standing off to our left and the other kids all sitting
up in the bleacher seats above us on our right. Calvin grabbed my hand and
pulled it under the table and placed it squarely over his hard cock. I
didn't know what to do at first but feeling that monster cock lying along
the inside of his left thigh got me hard in an instant.

I felt excited and scared all at the same time. God I can only imagine what
might have happened had one of the other kids in the room seen us sitting
there at the music table and me with my hand resting over the bulge in his
pant leg or even worse if the teacher herself had caught us. But thankfully
no one ever knew that Calvin had forced my hand onto his hard cock or that
he was encouraging me to squeeze down on it by holding me by the wrist and
pressing my right arm down. I don't remember how long I played with him
under the table and let myself slide my little hand up and down along the
harden shaft of his thick member but eventually I pulled my hand away and
tried to pretend that I was paying attention to what our teacher was
saying.

My experience in Choir that day is an important event in my life because
groping up Calvin under the music table made me realize that even though I
was growing up in world where homosexual behavior was considered taboo.
Doing things like daydreaming about wearing nylon stockings, or wishing
that I could have been born a girl, and really secretly liking it when I
was forced into fondling Calvin's cock that day helped me understand my
growing sense of sexuality. Before that day whenever I fantasized about
wearing nylons or wished I could magically change myself into a girl or get
butt fucked by a man I always felt terrible inside because such feelings
like mine were just not acceptable to have in those days. But once I
admitted to myself just how much I liked wearing nylons, feeling girly with
them on, and how hard and excited I got when I touched another boys cock I
gave up trying to deny these feelings and decided that it was time for me
to accept them and figure out a way in which I could live with them without
getting found out by anyone. So I hide them from everyone I knew.

(End for now)