Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2018 18:24:41 +1200 From: Nylon Boy Subject: Samantha Finds His Nylons: How It Started This story is a work of fiction, and does not condone any inappropriate behaviour between adults and teenagers. I'd like to write another chapter, but I'd like to know if it's worth it before I do, so please feel free to send feedback! - nylon.boy.xxx@gmail.com. You can feel free to distribute this material, but please include my email as credit for authoring this story. If you don't like themes of sexual exploration and discovery of a bisexual adolescent, and interaction with older people, then please back out now!! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story. :) I always thought my neighbors Dad, Kelvin, was such a fun, nice guy, and a devoted, involved father. I was 12 when they moved in next door. I had befriended his son, Isaac, at school. Being of the same age with similar interests, we would often be at their house playing innocent childish games with his siblings, of which Kelvin would playfully join in. I really liked him, as he represented the father I never had. I never realised at the time, but looking back, there were situations where Kelvin would "accidentally" touch my privates under the context of "just playing around". And even as his advances became more overt, it would take years as an adult to fully understand the events leading to my eventual sexual orientations. Kelvin was a key component to my sexual programming during the most formative years of my life, as I looked up to him as a role model and leader. This story outlines one of the key events that had the most profound effect upon my life and personality. One Friday evening, my Mom had told me that Kelvin had phoned to insist that Isaac had invited me to sleep over, and that my stay would be a great opportunity to also test his thinking with us around a gift for his daughter, Lianda. While I initially thought that the request was odd, I was excited about staying over, and hurriedly packed an overnight bag. And so when I arrived at their doorstep, I was slightly dismayed when Kelvin explained that Isaac and the kids had gone with their mother to their grandparents for the weekend. However, Kelvin asserted that he still desired my opinions on his gift for Lianda. He made me feel like my opinion really mattered, that I could really help, and that I should still stay overnight. When he sensed my hesitation, he also offered that afterwards we'd play on Isaac's Nintendo together. Being an avid young video gamer, I agreed. I entered through the front door into their lounge as Kelvin closed the door behind me, locking it, and sliding the curtains across. The lounge was well lit, and a mattress had been setup in the room in front of the television. Kelvin suggested I placed my things down by the bed and got comfortable in front of the TV as he fixed us a drink. He returned with two glasses of coke, and sat on the sofa behind me. I was so thirsty that I threw back the drink, coughing and splittering as it burned down my throat, through my chest, and down into my stomach. It was such a strong taste. Almost immediately I felt light-headed, and Kelvin told me just to sip it. This was my first experience with alcohol. Kelvin turned on the television as he began questioning me about whether I had a girlfriend, and whether I'd ever seen dirty videos before. My heart began to pound as he mentioned this. I acknowledged that I'd watched porn, as one day I'd found Dad's secret stash of porn videos. He asked if I had masturbated to it before, which I coyly lied about, but the embarrassment was apparent. "Of course you do, everyone does." Was Kelvin's response. And I had. I loved it and took the opportunity to whenever I could. I was a horny adolescent in the formative stages of discovering my sexuality. I specifically liked a particular movie that depicted a teacher sexually exploiting her students during detention. I wished that my own teacher at school would do that, and often fantasized about it. I took a large gulp of my drink, finishing it off with a wince and a cough. Kelvin walked through the lounge and to the dining room table. Upon it was a red video tape sitting conspicuously upon the dining room table, as if placed there awaiting this moment. Kelvin placed it into the VCR, hit play, and sat back on the couch with his drink. The television came to life. The movie looked like it was a home-made film, and looked very grainy. It showed a very young girl wearing lingerie. She looked shy as a man's hand from behind the camera touched her face and underdeveloped breasts, but then she appeared to be liking the man's attention. The video played out a scene of the girl being touched, groped, and then eventually having sex with a much older man, probably in his 50's. I watched, mesmerised, while trying to block out the growing bulge in my pants. I was attracted to the girl, and my innocence and naievity made me ignorant to the fact that this was wrong, and that I was being groomed myself for sex. I felt very inebriated by this time, and it was lowering my defenses. I rocked back and forth, cross-legged, thinking that I could conceal my boner, while rubbing it up against my hands. "I like to touch myself." Kelvin blatantly admitted. I remember feeling so nervous at his admission, and my heart pounded against my chest. "I do it all the time. It's a good thing for you to touch yourself. Have you seen a man's cock before?" He asked. My heart raced. Even as I heard the unbuckling of the clasps on his belt, and the sound of him removing his pants, I kept my eyes focused on the television screen in front of me. And even so, I could see out of the corner of my eye his exposed flesh, and the silhouette of his hand moving up and down his crotch area. I ignored the question in a mixture of confusion and fear, unable to reconcile what was truly happening. Maybe it was the alcohol that stopped me from running out of the door. Maybe it was the fear. Maybe it was because I thought Kelvin knew best. Either way, I was transfixed on the porn playing out in front of me. It wasn't until he began moaning, and until I could hear a wet slapping sound, did I begin to get curious. By now, my little prick was swelling against my underwear and I yearned to relieve myself. The porn scene was hot. I finally turned my head and looked over to Kelvin, who was watching the television with his pants around his ankles, his massive member in his hand. It must have been around 7 inches long, mostly white aside from his pink, circumcised head, and really thick. He was masturbating himself and I couldn't help but watch him out of curiosity. I remember thinking about how huge his cock was, and I wondered if he'd cum like I did when I played with myself like that. After about a minute, Kelvin's legs suddenly tensed up. He emitting a long sigh, and as he did his penis erupted white semen from his slit that dribbled down his shaft and over his hand. I was shocked at how much cum spurted out. I had never produced as much. "Ahhhh... ohh yesss." Kelvin hissed with a smile, his eyes closed. His strokes slowed down to a halt, before he opened his eyes, pulled up his pants and wiped his cum soaked hands on his trousers. He looked down at my hands that covered the obvious tent in my pants. Watching porn made me so horny. "I'm surprised you haven't played with yourself yet. I think you need another drink." Kelvin plied me with more alcohol, which I fervently sippied as he explained that he had brought some clothing for Lianda, and, being similarly athletic and thin, that my size and build would be a perfect testing ground for trying on the clothes to see if he needed to replace them before gifting them. As he spoke, I was distracted by the moans and cries from the girl on the TV screen as the man thrusted his hard cock in and out of her pussy hole. Kelvin produced a bag of clothing which he laid out onto the bed. There were a pair of black stockings that clipped onto a lacy pair of black knickers, a black pencil skirt, and a white collared shirt. Kelvin told me to undress and put on the clothing. I was embarrassed to do this, but he assured me that this would be our secret, and that he'd pay me $50 cash at the end. I reluctantly agreed, thinking about all of the things I could buy with that $50. I removed my pants. Kelvin prodded me that I also needed to remove my underwear so that I could try on the knickers. I did, and my stiff penis popped out of it's cotton confines. He spied my hairless body up and down, wide-eyed. "That porn got you riled up, afterall!" He said with a mixture of surprise and salivation. "Put the knickers on for me please and let's see how they fit." I grasped the lacy texture of the knickers, observing how sexy they looked and felt. Imagining Lianda wearing them made my little pecker pulsate even more. The knickers were quite new to me - I couldn't quite understand why there was a hole in the crutch. Kelvin told me not to worry about my penis drooping out of the opening as I pulled them on. My pecker stood outwards through the opening in the front. Kelvin then handed me the stockings bundled up so that I could put them on easily. I slid the stockings up my legs, the silky feeling was new and made me feel very feminine. As I pulled the lace top of the final stocking up to my thigh, I looked down at my nylon-clad toes. They looked very hot, and by now my cock was twitching intensely. I quickly put on the skirt, trying to cover my growing hard-on, and removed my top so that I could put on the shirt. A tent had formed in the crotch of the skirt as my penis bulged against the material. When I was fully dressed, I stood in front of Kelvin and he admired my body. "Very nice." He commented with a smirk. He produced a camera, explaining that he needed to take snapshots to validate his "test", and proceeded to direct me into multiple sexually suggestive poses as he snapped over two dozen pictures. He especially focused on my feet and legs, and after each snap I needed less and less of his direction as I modeled teasing positions for him. The whole situation was difficult to reconcile, as I felt that I was getting more excited with each pose. Kelvin told me to stand up, and he helped me remove the skirt, which I did. More pictures. He began stroking my nylon-covered legs, commenting that the material was perfect and that they would suit Lianda. His touch made it difficult to hide my now erect penis, as it forced the blood through my body to my crotch like an electrical charge, and it poked out of the opening of the knickers. It was then that he made his move. "Sam, I think I need to help you with that problem of yours." He said, looking down at my erect little cock. And before I could protest, he placed his hand around my shaft, and began to stroke it rhythmically. My pecker immediately hardened and pulsated in his grasp. I began feeling like this was normal. I felt comfortable. Kelvin was molesting me and it felt really good. As he fondled my penis and my legs, Kelvin began muttering to me about how sexy I looked, and how my tanned legs had turned him on, and that he had always fantasized about having sex with me while I wore stockings. His eyes were fixated on my lower extremities. He commented about how my feet were really cute, especially with the nylons on. His fetishes confused me, but his assurances that it's okay for men to touch each other made me feel very relaxed, so much so that I completely forgot about why I was there in the first place. I was reveling in the moment of Kelvin stroking me off. It all felt really good and validating. I felt really sexy. I felt loved. I began succumbing to this newfound pleasure - never had anyone else touched me or made me feel wanted in the way that Kelvin was. I parted my legs wider, and as I did he laid a trail of kisses upon them, from my knee up to my thigh. He released my penis and feverishly caressed my legs with both hands. As he kissed up to my inner thigh, a rush overcame me and I could feel my knees getting weak. He must have sensed this and motioned me down onto the mattress. I instinctively followed his forceful motion and lay down on my back. My penis stood in the air erect, and it twitched with anticipation. Kelvin hunched over my feet, and began kissing and licking them. At first, it felt weird. I started getting into it as each touch of his lips sent another lightning bolt up to my crotch. He mouthed the soles of my feet, and sucked on my toes, moaning in ecstacy. After servicing each of my feet, Kelvin kissed up my legs, up to my thigh, and to my balls, lightly pressing his lips against the hairless globes lying underneath the lacy knickers. He pulled them to the side, releasing my snug sack, and extended his tongue out to lick them. The sensation completely overwhelmed me, and I could feel my cock throbbing. Kelvin caressed my balls with his tongue, and slowly moved to my shaft, using his tongue to lick the muscle and the base of my cock. It throbbed and swayed with each lick, which elicited a moan as Kelvin realized he had me. Then, he licked up my shaft and around my head. He flicked his tongue all around it and over my piss slit, which had been leaking precum since the porn movie had first started played. He opened his mouth and suddenly gorged down on my cock. It disappeared inside him as he swallowed it completely. The feeling was absolutely amazing! The feeling of his tongue and lips engulfing my shaft, and of his warm saliva swirling around the head of my penis, caused me to roll my eyes back into my skull. He exhausted a muffled moan as he began slurping his lips up and down my cock, sucking me off. I felt far from being able to resist the pleasure, and instead I began moving my hips up and down in time with his bobbing head, thrusting my boyhood in and out of his mouth. I spread my legs wider apart, writhing about on the bed as if my body had a mind of its own. I opened my eyes and looked downwards - the sight of my feminine legs and feet in stockings, of my cute toes behind the black reinforced nylons, of the black lacy knickers with my cock protruding out of the front of them, of Kelvin's head bobbing up and down on my crotch, the feeling of the silky stockings sliding against my skin and the mattress, the feeling of Kelvin's hands caressing my stocking legs, the swishing sound of my nylon-clad feet rubbing together... the sensations overwhelmed my senses. The rate of my thrusting increased, and I could feel the base and head of my cock pulsating in Kelvin's warm mouth as he worked his lips and tongue all over it. I could feel it coming. "Oh... ohhhh..." I moaned, my body squirming as it reached the throes of orgasm. "Mmmmmm." Kelvin mumbled, his mouth fully slurping over my shaft as if anticipating my coming load. Suddenly, my body tensed up. "Oh... oh... OHHHHHH!" I blurted out aloud. My hips thrusted forward as if they had a mind of their own, forcing my cock as deep down Kelvin's throat as it could go. I came hard, exploding my cum in his mouth. My cock pulsated with each shot of cum, my body rigid. Kelvin moaned again as I unloaded in him. He held his mouth over my cock, gulping down all of the cum I had to offer. Some of it sprayed out and down his chin. I felt like I'd never stop cumming. I threw my head back and took in this amazing and euphoric new experience. I never wanted it to end. As Kelvin swallowed the last of my jism, the tension over my body released, and I fell back into the mattress, relaxed and twitching from the after-effects of my orgasm. I was exhausted. "Mmm there you go, Sam. It was good, eh?" I could only manage a smile, my eyes still closed, and my body still reeling from the orgasm. "Now, let's keep this a secret, ok? I don't want anyone knowing you wore girls clothing. That would be embarrassing. I just want to keep this between me and you, ok?" The thought of someone else finding this out scared me. I nodded in agreement. But now that I had my first blowjob, I felt like I wanted it even more. Little did I know, this was the first step of many towards a 5 year span of Kelvin molesting me.