Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2024 00:17:06 +0000 From: lacylips Subject: Introduction 1 (gay-young friends) Introduction 1 Lacylips@proton.me DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving teens. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. In no way is this intended to advocate for sex with minors its just my fantasy about growing up. _______________ Going into and through my teenaged years I was introduced to a lot of things. Some good, some not so much. Some of this history still hangs with me today. Let's start with me and an oral fixation. As a baby my crib blanket had a satin edge which I loved the feel of. It gave me a sense of security. My mom really had no tits so nursing was out and bottles were in. I always thought that deprived me of something and ended up being a constant thumb sucker even into my teens and beyond. When I was alone you could always find my thumb in my mouth being worked by my tongue and pretty much any scrap of silky material being rubbed over my lips or against my cheeks. As I said mom was figureless so the only lingerie around the house was slips and maybe stockings. That was until my older (3 years) sister started to develop. All of a sudden there were beginner bras and skimpy panties laying around our bathroom or dangling from the laundry hamper. Really discovering my dick, which was hard way too much of time, at eleven, those garments soon became part of my stimulating routine. First it was just looking at them decorating the shower rail or neatly folded on her bed after mom did laundry. The more I stared at that stuff and the lovely examples on models in the Sears and Penny's catalogs I became very jealous. At first it was just how sexy those bras and panties looked in the pictures. I wished I had a body like that even if I was a boy. Girls were so lucky that they got to dress sexy and I was stuck with white cotton jockey briefs. Yuck. Thusly the first special introduction- trying on a pair of my sisters slippery shiny nylon panties with lace leg and waist trim. Damn they felt so good slipping over my thighs and encasing my butt and preteen dick. If the sensation of the fabric wasnt enough to make me hard as a rock, seeing myself in the mirror wearing lacy garb sure did. In the bathroom or my bedroom her sexy underwear bottoms became a regular and required part of playing with myself. Once I started to ejaculate regular they also were my slop mop forcing me to accomplish small batches of "personal" laundry in the sink and a place of honor hanging to dry in my closet. Some of them disappeared forever in a drawer under my pajamas which I never wore. My sister, knowingly taunting me I am sure, would often parade down the hall from her bedroom to our bath dressed in only a bra and panties. Guessing she knew why I often had to go to my room and lock the door. It was hard to endure the temptations which led to the second intro. Bras. Having showered, dried, and purloined a pair of panties from the hamper, and with a raging erection stuffed inside them my reflection in the mirror was inspirational. It inspired me to rustle thru the awaiting laundry and pull out a bra. Getting one in front of my eyes up close I realized she had moved up in her chest development. This bra had actual formed cups. Not big but very cute with lace trimmed straps and band. I had to put this on! Failing at the arms first reach around the back to hook technique I had seen in a movie, I figured out that I could do the hooks out front, spin the delightfully sexy sling around and then put my arms through the shoulder straps. What is it about those straps? Even today I get a thrill seeing them inside a woman's blouse. Approaching 12 I was a bit pudgy. Not really fat but a little extra chest flesh to kind of fill out the cups of her early styles. I was insanely leaking in the panties viewing the lingerie ensemble in the mirror with me in it. I whisked myself, still in sexy attire, to my room announcing I was going to bed early. Locked my door and beat my stiff boycock to orgasm multiple times before the sun came up. What an intro that was!! My sister grew a bit and told mom she needed new underwear. So they went shopping and later her old stuff was put in a box to go to the thrift store. An awful lot of that ended up buried in my dresser as I unofficially retired the jockeys and panties became my choice of containment all the time except on gym days or going to the doctor. I kept some of that horrible cotton junk just for that. So many nights would find me strapping myself into a bra as well before sleepy time. Following some serious stroking of course. I know you know what I mean. More to come? Comments? Lacylips@proton.me