Calling All Panty BoysThis is a totally made up story with a picture of one of my friends here on XH, wonder if he will recognize himself. I love panties and so does he so we will celebrate with this little fantasy. I will mark it gay because every time I mark something shemale the critics give it a thumbs down.

I felt her hand slide in my pants and rub his fingers across my panty covered cock. I can’t tell you exactly how this happened. I just know that lying in the dark with her fondling my hard cock that was inside the panties I had stolen from her bedroom a couple hours ago felt beyond anything I had ever felt before.

“I love what you’re wearing,” she said as I felt my cock being swished back and forth inside the panties. “Will you let me see what you are wearing under your trousers she said as she rubbed her hand up and down my length. “I know they are very thin nylon that is so silky that I can’t stop touching you.

I arched my back with the pleasure of her soft hands gliding over the panties and her warm breath against my cheek as she whispered her thoughts. Whatever you are wearing is making you cock feel so smooth and you are so hard. She pulled her hand out and I felt her finger tips on my zipper. Then the only sound in the room was our breathing and the raspy sound of a zipper being slowly pulled down.

“Let me guess Larry,” Pamela said, “I think you are one of those panty boys.” And as she said the words she emphasized the P in panties and slid her hand through my fly. “Ummm, don’t you just love the feel of this Larry,” she cooed.

I was glad it was dark because if she recognized that these were he panties I’d be busted. My friend Pete had invited me to a party, “I will have plenty of booze and my girlfriend says she has some friends that will be staying over with us for the weekend.” I accepted the offer and we started out with a couple rounds of shots, ‘just to loosen up,” we all said.

Well I loosened up quickly. I hadn’t eaten most of the day and the shots of tequila went right to my head. Pete supported me as I weaved around the living room, “I never knew you were such a lightweight,” he said steering me towards the guestroom. “Lie down in here for a bit and you can rejoin us when your head clears.”

The room was dark but filled with the scent of perfume. I felt around the bed for a pillow and touched something soft and silky. I turned on the table lamp and found that I had a lavender panty in my hand. I looked at the tag and, “damn that is my size,” I thought. I turned the light back off and stripped from the waist down pulling off the panty I had dressed in at home.