Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2004 12:58:03 -0800 (PST) From: curious Subject: Part 4 Moms Stolen Nylon Stockings Hello again everyone. Here is Part 4 of my story about mom's stolen nylon stockings. I want to thank everyone who e-mailed and said they liked reading about my life. Being able to write about my childhood experiences has been helpful to me. Again please understand that I lived these events I am writing about. I hope the readers keep reading about how I grew up and send me e-mails if they like. Remember to write to: pansutorht@yahoo.com and I will answer you as soon as I can. In my next installment I will be talking about my life between the ages of 13, which I just started below, and 19 when I met Bill. Keep reading and keep those wonderful e-mails "cumming." You know what is really odd. After Calvin forced me to fondle him in choir that day the two of us really began sneaking off together a lot after that so he could get a boner for me to play around with. But as much as I use to love holding his cock in my hands, stroking him and squeezing him tightly in my hands the idea of actually getting down on my knees in front of him to suck his cock never once crossed my mind. I really have no explanation for why I never went all the way with him. I just never did. And another thing during all the time he and I spent together you would think that I would have gotten around to telling him about myself, letting him know that I loved to wear nylon stockings and prance around in them pretending to be a horny little girl or that I spent hours daydreaming about getting fucked up the ass by an older man. But I never told him those things about myself either. To be honest when I look back at those days with him I really don't remember if I ever thought about telling him about me. I suppose if he and I had ever really gotten around to really queering off with other, cock to cock, I probably would have told him that I loved nylon stockings and I would have put my nylons on for him and try and let him fuck me in my ass with that huge monster of his. But sadly for me we never went all the way with each other. Had things gone differently between us I am almost sure I would have been ass fucked by him and that I would have turned myself into a little boy bitch for him to use whenever he wanted too. But I stopped hanging out with him in the spring of 1973 just after I turned 13 years old. The day after my 13th birthday my best friend and I were coming home from school. Instead of cutting thru town like we usually did we walked home along the highway which ran thru our reservation town. About half way home along this route there was an old abandoned hotel building that my friends and I used to play inside of. When we passed in front of the building I decided to stop and go inside just to mess around for a while but my friend wanted to keep heading for home so we parted company. I went inside intending to go upstairs to the second floor where we boys had cleared away a spot in front of one of the windows in a room facing the highway. We used to go up there to hang out, smoke cigarettes, have boner contests, and basically sit around and just watch the cars go by. When I walked into the room I noticed right away that someone had been in our little hangout because there were empty beer cans and wine bottles scattered around the room and I thought to myself that some of our local wino's had probably partied in there. Not really worried about someone else using our hangout to party in I went over to the window to look outside but just before I reached the window I noticed there was a battered rolled up magazine lying on the floor next to one of the wooden crates that we used as chairs. I remember stepping over to the crate and picking up the magazine. I had the thing in my hand when I pulled the crate over a bit to sit down. Getting comfortable I spread the magazine open on my lap to look at the front cover. Holding it flat across my lap I looked down. When I saw the cover I reacted by gasping out loud and I must have said something like "Whoaaaaa!" because the picture on the cover of the magazine was of a gorgeous older looking woman smoking a cigarette. She was wearing nylon stockings, sitting on the floor with her legs tucked up under her. The lady wasn't unclothed but her skirt was pulled up above her stocking tops and her blouse was open and pulled apart so you could see her breasts. She was leaning up against a coffee table and resting her head on her hand looking into the camera. I could see her pretty nylon clad feet and right behind them were her discarded high heels. The photo on the cover was in color and her stockings were black ones and lord did I ever get a boner in my pants looking at her. Eagerly I started to page thru the magazine to see what other pictures were inside. God I thought I had died and gone to heaven that afternoon in the old hotel because the magazine I found in our hangout was a dirty girly magazine and it was full of pictures of half naked women wearing garter belts, nylon stockings, high heels, bras and panties. I don't remember how thick the magazine was but dam it was full of pictures of beautiful women some who were just posing for the camera while other photos showed two, three or four women together doing silly things like pretending to hug and kiss each other. There was a series in it towards the middle I believe showing two women playing at bondage, tying each other up, wrestling and spanking each other. I really liked looking at those pictures and my little cock was so hard that the front of my shorts inside my jeans simply got soaked with pre-cum. When I finished looking at the magazine I got up and began to tear the place up looking for more that the wino's who had partied in our hangout might have left behind and low and behold I found a second one lying next to the wall. Eagerly I grabbed it up and went back to the crate to sit down and page through it. Again like the first just looking at the cover told me that it was another dirty magazine. There were three women pictured on it one was sitting down on a couch with one women laid out across her lap. The third woman was standing over them holding a whip in her hand poised and ready to smack the laid out girl on her naked ass. The woman standing over the other two wore black high heels, nylon stockings, a garter belt and a black pair of panties and bra. The girl sitting on the sofa with the other girl splayed across her lap had on black high heels, black nylon stockings, and a black lace bustier. The girl laid out across her lap had on black high heels, black nylon stockings, and what I later learned is a garter waist cincher. I was so horny and hot from looking at the picture on the cover that my hands literally shook as I open up the magazine to page through it. I was only two pages into it when I realized that the beautiful young woman getting spanked on the cover wasn't a woman at all. It was a man, a young boy who as the ensuing photo story showed was brought into the room by these two real women and forced to dress up in women's cloths. God I almost fainted in delight watching the women dress him up in such nasty cloths. His nylon stockings reached nearly to his crotch and the black gartered waist cincher they put on him covered up his whole tummy resting squarely on his hips and reaching up to just above his rib cage. My god his cock, oh his cock was beautiful. It was long and perfectly straight. I remember it wasn't too thick and it tapered to a nice small head and I just looked at it longingly and admired how pretty it was. Whoever this kid was the thing I liked the most about him was he was a beautiful boy and once those two women finished dressing him up that beautiful boy was turned into an absolutely stunning young woman. They finished dressing him by putting a short but really curly wig on him and then put a light coating of lipstick and eye shadow on him and he was so fucking pretty when those women got done with him that I swear that I fell in love with him. In the entire photo story as they dressed him up and then began to dominate him, spanking him and forcing him to his hands and knees in order to kiss their nylon clad legs and bury his face into their pussies in every one of the pictures displaying his forced femininization his youthful young cock was hard and sticking out in front of him. Oh god how I wished that day that I was the young boy in the magazine. I would have given anything to be him and it doesn't even embarrass me to tell you that I cried hard that afternoon wishing that the boy the magazine had been me. He was so beautiful. And best of all he wasn't a white boy. This kid whoever he was, was a beautiful young dark skinned fresh faced innocent looking Mexican or perhaps even an Indian boy. My god he was me in my dreams and my heart went out to him as in the very last picture of the photo story in the magazine he was shown on his hands and knees in the middle of a big fluffy chair with his naked ass pointed towards the camera as he looked back over his right shoulder and smiled for the camera. I can still see him. I can still see how the garter strap of his waist cincher stretched out across his ass right cheek and down the back of his thigh where it was hooked to his beautiful stocking. God his slight smile captured by the camera haunts me even today. I remember that he used his left hand to push his beautiful cock down between his legs so you could see his wonderful erection and his hair, wig, whatever. My god it made him so pretty. Oh how badly I wanted to be him. Just so every body who is reading this part of my story knows. I need to tell you all that I have recently come across on the internet a thumbnail page showing a beautiful young ethnic boy, Mexican, Latino, Native American, whatever, who reminds me of the young boy pictured in that magazine that I fell in love with back in 1973. Whoever this kid is that I found on the internet, my god he is almost the spitting image of the young boy I saw in that magazine 31 years ago. The thumb page is for she-males but this kid is no true she-male. He is an absolutely stunning girly boy and rest assured that his thumbnail page has been bookmarked on my computer. He is so pretty that I immediately printed out his images and have used them several times to just jack off with. Christ this kid is awesome. His hair is curly and hangs down to his neck. He's shown wearing a black shoulder strapped dress and at first you might think that he is a girl. But then as the thumbs show, he is all boy and my god his nylons and shoes, his gartered waist cincher, oh Christ he is pretty. When I came across his photos I saw myself as a young man again and I felt an envy of this beautiful boy that I hadn't felt in 31 years. Best of all when I look at him I see myself as a young boy because in many ways he looks a lot like I did when I was young and in my teens. He's thinly built but perfectly proportioned. He doesn't have any breasts but my god he doesn't need any. He is absolutely gorgeous. Whoever or which ever man has him for a lover has got to be the luckiest sonofabitch in the world and if I could. Man I would get my hands on that beautiful girly boy and never, ever let him go. Sorry for getting carried away there about this kid on the internet. But he deserves a mention in my story because he is almost the spitting image of the young girly boy I'm talking about. Anyway it's time to get back to the story. I can't remember how long I stayed in our hotel hangout looking at the magazines I found but eventually I knew I had to get home. Incidentally I don't remember how long I cried over that beautiful girly boy but it seems to me that I must have bawled for quite sometime up there in that hotel room wishing with all my heart that I was him. When I finally decided that I needed to get home I took the magazines and went into the back of the building on the first floor and hid them so I could come back again and look at them. But you know what? I never got to see the magazines again after that day. Apparently that night while I was home in bed dreaming about being the young boy being turned into a beautiful girl and dominated by two older women the wino's who had partied in our hangout returned for another get together that night. Apparently one of them passed out with a lit cigarette which started a fire in the old hotel and it burned to the ground. Thank god no one got hurt in the fire but my magazines, my wonderful nasty magazines that I had so painstakingly hidden in the hotel were gone, lost in the fire. I have never forgotten those magazines. I wish I had been able to keep them but it wasn't to be. A short time after that Calvin and I were sitting together at lunch in school. I was staring off in to space daydreaming about that beautiful boy in the magazine when Calvin interrupted my musings to ask me if I wanted to come out to his place for sleep over. Of course I said yes to his invitation. It had been quite some time since the two of us had gotten a chance to sneak off together so I could play with his cock. And I suppose I was thinking that spending the night at his place would be a great chance for me to get totally naked with him in his bedroom and in his bed and spend the whole night just playing with his dick. For the rest of that day and the next, I had to ask mom and dad if I could go out to his place for a sleep over first, I walked around daydreaming to myself about how much fun I would have getting nasty with him once the two of us were alone in his bedroom. I remember that I was anxious to go home with him that day after school. On the bus ride out to his place I kept seeing that beautiful girly boy from the magazine in my head and I pretended during the ride that maybe, just maybe, that night I would finally be able to be totally naked with another boy and spread my legs apart and let another boy hump me like I fantasized about. Oh I wished that I could have gotten over to my hideout down at the river to get my stolen nylon stockings and take them with me to Calvin's but I never got a chance too. That night in his bedroom I was feeling god awful horny and I had to turn away from Calvin to try and hide my hard little erection from him as we got undressed and climbed into his bed. I was feeling a bit embarrassed about having such a hard boner for him already. Once the two of us were in bed together he reached over and turned off the lamp resting on his bed stand. The room went dark but there was ample light coming in through the bedroom window from the yard light outside so seeing each other wasn't hard at all. I immediately felt him sliding over to me once he turned the lamp off. Lying there in his bed I was nervous about what I knew the two of us were going to do. There I was totally naked with a throbbing boner sticking out between my legs and here was Calvin scooting over to lay next too me while down the hall from his room even with his door closed I could hear his mother and father talking to each other as they too got ready for bed. God the idea of getting caught by them as we got nasty with each other under the bed sheets totally turned me on and I eagerly spread my legs apart in anticipation as Calvin reached over and grabbed me by my waist. I was expecting him to reach down between my legs and grab my hard little cock but instead he pulled me over onto my side so I lay facing him and then he reached out and grabbed my hand and immediately placed it on his hard thick cock. Eagerly I started squeezing his dick in my hand but I was surprised to feel him pumping his hips at me. I knew he wanted me to start stoking him so I started to by loosing my grip on him and running my hand up and down the length of his hard shaft. Lying there in his bed I was smiling happily to myself as I basically began jacking Calvin off. We laid there facing each other for a time but then Calvin rolled over onto his back and with his free arm he grabbed me around the shoulders and pulled me over so I was laying half on top of him. He was really beginning to breath hard by then and I remember that I thru my leg over his and I scooted up next to him and sort of curled and bent myself at the waist so I could lift up the upper half of my body and look down at his cock as I jacked him off. I was really having fun for a while just beating his meat for him. Hearing him breathe hard and feeling his pelvis pump outward as he got more and more excited turned me on big time. As I stroked him faster and faster he started to moan out loud in pleasure and I leaned down and whispered hurriedly to him to keep quite or his mom or dad was going to catch us. Even as I whispered my warning to him to quite down I suddenly realized that I was pumping myself up against his leg and getting excited myself. We were really getting into it when he suddenly lifted himself up and turned towards me. Before I knew what he was doing he got to his knees and reached down and pushed me onto my back. Then without warning the fucker grabbed his cock and pushed it into my face probably trying to get it into my mouth but I turned my head away. I was shocked at what he was trying to do and uttered a stifled terrified groan as I felt him sliding his massive cock across my cheek. I tried to push him back and get him off of me but Calvin was a farm kid, born and raised on slopping pigs and throwing hale bales. Physically I was never a match for him and he easily grabbed both of my wrists and held me down. Even as I struggled against him he never stopped rubbing his cock on my face and I could hear him giggling in delight as twice he managed to get his cock to slide across my lips and part them open just enough to make me gag. God I was so mad at him. I wanted him to stop but I couldn't fight him off. Finally I just stopped struggling and he let my wrists go and bent over me started slapping my face with his dick. Feeling that fucking monster cock of his bounce off my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, and my lips and unable to do anything about it simply humiliated me. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and had to just let him do what he wanted too. He was really giggling in glee being so mean to me. As I laid there under him I began quietly weeping and my tears bubbled up on the inside of my eyes. I had wanted nothing more than to play around with Calvin's huge cock that night and simply enjoy feeling him up. But forcing me to submit to him and let him slap me over and over again across the face with his cock hurt me emotionally. So I cried. I wanted him to stop and it seemed like it took forever for him to finally get his cock out of my face and lean back to look down at me. When he did though I turned over onto my stomach and buried my face into my pillow to let myself cry. I thought things were over then but I was wrong. Calvin climbed over and straddled me across my back. I felt him press his cock down between my shoulder blades. I could clearly hear him through my sobs whispering in my ear and calling me mean and nasty names like bitch, slutty cunt, boy whore, and faggot. He was humping on me hard and all I could do was lay there with my face buried into the pillow and cry. I wanted to get away. I wanted to go home but I was helpless. As I fought to keep from crying out to loud by biting down on the pillow I felt something wet and hot splash out between my shoulder blades and across the back of my neck. The fucker had cummed on me. I felt him bounce his cock off my back and I heard him trying to catch his breath. I was sure he was done then but again I was wrong. Remember one thing about young horny boys. When you're young and horny cumming more than once is easy to do and Calvin may have just shot a hot load out of his cock on my back, but he wasn't anywhere near ready to end things. Once he caught his breath I felt him touching my ass and jumped in fear as I felt him use his fingers to spread my ass cheeks apart. I head a spit and then I felt him put a finger up against my little ass hole and I had to bite down hard on the pillow as he pushed his finger in my ass and began finger fucking. It hurt like hell. Calvin fingered my ass good and hard that night and he only stopped when he came on me again. That time he shot his load onto my ass cheeks. I had stopped crying sometime before that and just laid there as he basically raped me with his finger. When he was done I couldn't get dressed and leave like I wanted to. So I remained in place where I was at and started crying again into the pillow. But after Calvin pulled his finger out of my sore ass he leaned down to me and ordered me in a harsh mean voice to say "thank you" to him. I couldn't believe it. The fucker actually wanted me to thank him for getting sexually abused by him. With tears in my eyes, pain in my ass, and feeling so humiliated inside I lifted my face up and away from the pillow and turned my head to look up into his face. "Thank you," I told him. (End for Now)