Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2020 18:23:36 -0400 From: Lacy Lips Subject: Bored Stiff 1 (transgender/tv) Bored Stiff 1 ©Lacylips@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male 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. _______________ All of these stay at home orders were driving me crazy. Not going to the bars etc and no dates had put a serious cramp in my style and my sex life. Having not felt or sucked a tit, fingered, fucked or eaten any pussy or even gotten so much as hand job in three months made me crazy. My only relief came from pounding my own dick sequestered away in my room. It was the memories than thought which drove my masturbation that caused a significant modification of my sexual behavior. I am 20 years old, good looking and straight, or so I thought. Clint is a the name my parents gave me. I live with a roommate Hank who is a well constructed rugby type guy who digs most of what I do like soccer, football video games and hot chicks. Based on the limited observation of his semi clothes body around the apartment and previously at the gym, he was purpose-built for all of those endeavors. Anyway, going stir crazy around the house one evening we were lounging on the big leather sofa watching a pre-recorded rugby game. I got sick of watching and excused myself to grab a beer but then instead of going back to the tv I went to my room hoping to get a little self relief if you know what I mean. I opened my laptop and clicked over to some porn site and watched two hotties going down on each other as I stroke my 6 inch cock. Seeing the girls peal off each others clothes got me going very strong. I loved seeing women in bras and panties and I would much rather have sex with a lingerie clad chick than a naked one. Something about the garments turned me on. Watching this brought back very intense memories of my youth and early sexual history. I had always been enamored seeing my older sister wandering around the house in a bra and panties. Mom was plain and flat chested offering me no interest sexually, but sister. Nice tits, ass and legs all the more exciting when wearing her pushup demi-bras that mounded her curves nicely up top and the tight nylon, often lace trimmed , panties on the bottom. I think she knew what it did to me seeing her like that as when ever she did a slow parade down the hall, past my room, I had to soon after duck into the shower for an extended stay. I guess she got a kick out of knowing I was in there jerking off over her body. As an eleven year old boy a hard on seemed ever present and in need of relief. Many times I aided that process with some of her underwear. Silky nylon or satin panties wrapped around my cock and bouncing over my balls as I stroked was a total winner as well as often laying one of those super sexy push up lace bras over my chest as I brought myself off. In the beginning there was not any quantity of discharge that I had to worry about cleaning up so I could just toss them in the laundry when done and no one ever knew. In this same time period a new kid, Bobbie, had moved in down the street and since his dad and mine worked at the same office we got introduced and then spent a lot of time together. We often talked about girls and what we found to be sexy or our fantasies. Turned out that we both were fixated on our sister's lingerie and often talked about why girls got such soft silky pretty stuff and all we got was jockey shorts. As time passed and a few sleep overs happened we kind of discovered each others cocks and that fondling and stroking each other was a turn on too. Can never forget one sleepover where as we were getting ready for bed. we both slept in just our briefs normally, I told Bobbie I had a surprise. He looked over as i dropped my pants to reveal the pale blue nylon panties with lace trimmed leg openings that I was wearing. I could tell his cock got instantly stiff as he gawked in amazement. seeing his positive reaction had me hard as rock immediately as well. I started to climb under the bed covers and he scurried away saying he would be right back. As he stepped back into the bedroom he open his arms and said "TaDa!". He was now dressed in pink satin panties with a ruffled waist that barely contained his hard cock. This was so thrilling as he walked over to the bed and slid in beside me. It was only seconds before our hands were all over each others parts. Groping and massaging balls and prick thru the soft smooth cool materials confining our young horny tools. In minutes we had both pushed the panties down and were jerking each other off in a frenzy. It was heavenly laying there both with panties mid-thigh, kind of half mast, facing each other working handfuls of cock and balls. It was so fucking good and soon we had both had our dry orgasms. In the cool down we both wondered how long it would be before we could actually cum and how exciting that would be. Our panty-enhanced prick pulling sessions continued a few times a week and many overnight weekends at each others houses. We never thought of this as being gay. It was just so much fun having someone else play with your dick and doing it to another friend as well. Oh and enhanced by the touch of feminine dress up as well. Like girls with boyfriends. Not gay. A few months of this `entertainment' passed and one night Bobbie asked if I wanted to suck his cock. No easy internet and porn to see back then so it was more of a mental construct than an actual observance but i guess we both had some interest. He suggested that I suck his and then he would suck mine but I was worried that I would do it and he would chicken out and he would call me a cocksucker. ( I used to think that was a total negative). So i suggested the opposite arrangement. Then he came up with we could do it at the same time. Somewhere along the way the term "69" was heard in school and the mental image of that led us to our first tastes of cock on our lips. Panties again at half mast and facing each others groins, tentative tongues were extended making first contact with cock head. Not sure if Bobbies reaction was a instant as mine but I loved the feeling of his hard pecker entering my mouth and I did not stop with the head. I took it all in there, tongue swirling, mouth sucking, lips massaging the firm shaft. He followed suit shortly but by then my focus was on sucking dick not getting mine sucked. I loved it. The taste the feel the velvet covered glass hard pole of prick. My mind was as full of dirty thoughts as my mouth was full of his cock. We kept at it and both of us experienced the best dry cums of our lives top that point and knew that this was going to continue. We went as it again before the sun came up with the same result. One new thing was we both remarked how we had experience tasting some sweet salty slime at times on each others tools. Pre cum. Shit we might be coming soon. Comments? lacylips@gmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. I know that you enjoy it as much as I do. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html