Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2017 22:34:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: ShortStories@PlayTime69.e4ward.com
Subject: Getting Pantsed - (B, BB, oral, teen1)

(B, BB, oral, teen1)

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                                   Getting Pantsed
                                    by: Playtime69


	My name is Peter, and I was 13 years old when my life changed. I
was in the 8th grade when something happened, which is worth writing
about. I was pretty tall for my age but thin. I guess I got that from my
mother. My penis was a good 6" long when I got hard, and I had been jacking
off since I was 12. I have a little sister, Peggy, that was only 8 years
old at that time.  She was on the large size but pretty short. She got her
size from my father. Because of her age, she was allowed to walk around the
house wearing only panties and a tank top. It was not that I found her body
exciting, or that I would have ever done anything with her, but her panties
were fun to watch.

	I had been interested in Peggy's panties for years, and when I
turned 10 my mother quit buying me underwear that had cartoons on them and
forced me to wear plain white ones.  When this happened I became even more
interested in my sister's panties. It got to the point I wondered what it
would be like to wear her pretty panties.

	One night when I was 12, I went into the bathroom to take a shower
right after my sister was given a bath. I took my shirt off and slid my
shorts off then my underwear. I reached over and picked the pile of clothes
up to throw them into the hamper. I opened the hamper and looked in and saw
the panties Peggy was just wearing right on top. I instantly got excited,
wondering what it would be like to wear them. I dropped my clothes then
checked to make sure the door was locked. I took Peggy's panties out of the
hamper and looked at them. They felt so soft and thin and so much different
than my think hard underwear. I held them up next to mine and noticed they
were just about the same size, maybe a little smaller but not bad. I
swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and pulled them on. "Shit." I thought
to myself. They felt so nice. I had never had anything feel so good next to
my body before. I looked in the mirror and found my reflection to be
extremely exciting. My dick began to grow as I looked at my reflection. I
walked around the bathroom enjoying the feel of the panties as I moved
around. I knew I had better put them back. Reluctantly, I put them back and
threw my clothes on top. I got into the shower with my cock sticking
straight out. I began to soap up my body finding my cock not wanting to go
down. I began to rub it good with soap finding it was feeling better and
better.  Finally, I began to pump it until I blew a load of cum into the
tub.

	I got into the habit of putting her panties on each night before I
showered. I was very careful not to get cum in them. Over time I began to
get more brave. I would wear her panties under my shorts around the
house. I even would wear them to school on certain days. I was careful to
only wear the ones she had thrown into the hamper. I also made sure I threw
a pair of my underwear in the hamper, so it looked like I was still wearing
mine each day. This continued for the rest of the school year and into the
summer. There were some I liked more than others, and I even had a favorite
pair. My favorite pair had a pink bottom, a white front, and on the front
it said, "Princess" with a picture of a princess on it. I loved the pink
and the picture, but I also liked the feel of the soft cotton fabric.

	I started school in the fall going into the 8th grade. I had PE
only on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, so the other two days I could wear
my sister's panties, because I did not have to 'dress out'. It got to the
point, I wore panties every Tuesday and Thursday and my plain white
underwear the other days. There was a week in which we had no school on
Thursday so Friday felt like a Thursday. Without thinking, I slipped on my
sister's panties she had worn the day before, which happened to be my
favorite.

	I got to school and almost died when I remembered it was Friday and
I had PE. I was expected to 'dress out' to get credit for PE. I thought
fast and told my coach I had forgot to bring my clothes to dress out in. He
told me all we were doing that day was to run and that the shorts I had on
would be fine, just this one time. Wow, I thought, I will get credit for
class, I did not have to change clothes, and I got to wear my sister's
panties. I felt like the luckiest kid in class.

	We were running a lap, then walking a lap, then running a lap, then
walking a lap. I was doing one of the walking laps when one of the other
kids came up behind me and pantsed me. I quickly turned around, without
thinking, and just stood there. I could not move. He saw the pink bottom of
the panties then when I turned around he saw the princess and the word.

	He stared at my panties then said, "What do we have here? A little
princess?"

	I finally regained my composure and pulled my shorts back up. He
continued to say things but all the others were too far away to see or hear
anything. I finally asked him not to say anything. He bluntly told me if I
wanted him to keep quiet I had to give him a blowjob right then. I felt
like I had no choice, so we ran around behind the bleachers. He pulled out
his cock which was only 4" long, and as I knelt down, he shoved it into my
mouth. I sucked him hard and he quickly came. I drank his cum, sucking all
the cum out of his shaft. He stuffed his limp cock back into his shorts and
we returned to the running. He told me that from time to time I would have
to pay to keep him quiet. I was glad he did not live close to me, or I
would have had his cock in my mouth all the time.

	I got home, wondering if I was ever going to be brave enough to
wear my sister's panties to school again. I still loved the feel and fit,
but did not know if I could take the chance of him telling others. I was so
glad to be home. What a terrible day, I just wanted to die. Then I thought,
"Good, it is Friday. I am home and can have some time to relax." I put my
sister's panties in the hamper and went to get me a pair of my ugly plain
white underwear to put on. I opened the drawer and almost died. Right next
to my underwear, there were several stacks of panties. At first I thought
they were my sister's, and my mother had put them in my drawer by
mistake. I looked close and noticed they were not my sister's panties at
all. I knew every pair she had because I had worn them all at one point or
another. I looked closer noticing they were all new and also larger than my
sister's size. Fuck, they were my size. Who put them there?  Who knew I
like panties? I was like, How could this day get any worse?

	When I calmed down, I tried on a pair and they were a perfect
fit. They felt so good, and they were so cute. I really did love them. I
did not know how, but figured my mother found out and had got them for
me. So she knew, and I guess she did not care. I went to the kitchen to
tell her thanks and when I did she surprised me.

	"Sorry, honey. I did not get them for you. Your father did, so you
need to go thank him.  He is in the bedroom." My mother said.

	My heart dropped to my stomach. My Dad? How did he find out? He
must not care since he bought them for me, but... I went to the bedroom and
knocked on the door. My Dad said to come in, so I did.

	"Yes? What can I do for you?" My Dad asked.

	"I just wanted to thank you." I shyly said.

	"For what." He asked, probably knowing, but was going to make me
say it anyway.

	"My new clothes you put in my drawer. Mom said you got them for
me." I was saying still trying to avoid using the word, 'panties'.

	"Oh, the panties." My Dad blurted out.

	"Yes. Thank you. They are perfect." I said.

	"Let me know which ones you like best and if you want other colors
or styles." He added.

	"Ok. But, how did you know?" I got brave and asked.

	He explained that he had seen the edge of my pink panties when my
shorts moved to the side a few times. He also said that when I bent over he
could see the seams of the panties through my thin shorts. He said that
girl's panties had a different seam line and you can tell the
difference. He also told me he just had a feeling I would like wearing
panties. I asked him how he would know something like that and he told me
to open his drawer. He pointed to a certain one for me to open. I did and
it was full of all kind of panties. I looked at him and he nodded.

	"Yes. I wear panties, too." He admitted. He then added, "Never let
others tell you it is wrong for guys to wear girl panties. They are just
clothes and does not make up what a guy is.  Just because a guy wears
panties does not mean he is gay."

	I thanked him for telling me, for the information, and for the
panties. He asked if I wanted to play a game. He explained that I could
start each time, and the way it worked was that each night during dinner or
family TV time, I was to call out the color and type of print of the
panties I was wearing. Then Dad would do the same. I would call out, "White
and Pink, Stripped." Then he would call out, "Red, Solid." It would be a
game just between us. I agreed and each night we would play our private
game. It was not long before my mother figured out the game and she would
play. My sister not knowing what we were doing, began to also call out
colors too.

	My sister found out I wore panties by accident one day. Luckily she
thought it was cute and promised not to tell anyone. Eventually she too
figured out the game and joined in. We all loved our private game of panty
colors. It was not lone before we all ran around the house wearing just
shirts and girl panties.

	I always remembered what my Dad had said and never let anyone cause
me trouble just because I wore panties.  I would tell them that until they
tried panties they could not say anything, because girl panties felt a lot
better next to the skin than boy's underwear.

	I ended up giving several blow jobs to the boy that pantsed me, but
I got to where I did not mind. I did tell him he should try wearing panties
some day because they were really fun to wear. I do not know if he did or
not, but he moved at the end of the school year so I was never bothered by
him again.

                                       The End