First times

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First times
Back when I was nineteen I’d discovered drink and rock music. I’d also discovered lots of friends. I also thought I might be gay. Nothing wrong with that, but at nineteen it spins around the inside of your head quite a bit. My parents are very supportive, but I’d kept it to myself. I hadn’t even told any of my friends. At the time I wasn’t really up for been on the pull like some of my male friends, so I was normally the designated wing man. The girls always thought of me as their safe friend. True I wouldn’t have hit on them. I’m quite shy.
There came a friday night when we where all out drinking in a club. I saw my friend Sean have a moment with his then partner Gary and storm off. The gesture Gary gave as Sean left wasn’t very friendly. No one else saw, so I went after Sean. I wanted to make sure he’d be alright. I caught up to him half way to the taxi rank, he was a bit of a wreck, so I suggested I’d make sure he got home. We bundled in to a taxi, a quick ride later we got to his house.
Sean was still upset but told me I could come in, I could crash on his sofa if I liked, his mum was away. Sean got a bottle of wine and started to tell me his troubles. I’m not one hundred percent how we got to it, wine goes straight to my head, but he must have said that I don’t know what its like to be gay. bahis siteleri Fuelled by wine I told him I was gay. A daft move, but head full of wine. Sean laughed at first, which stung a bit, but then said he saw the sense of it. I hadn’t had a girl friend at that point. I was the only single one of our group. A bit awkward around the ladies. He moved closer and asked why I hadn’t said anything. I said I didn’t know. I told him everything. About my love of tights. Cross dressing. Everything. He said he had a crazy idea.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs to his mum’s room. He said he knew where his mum kept all her special underwear. Said he wanted me to prove it to him. At first I felt embarrassed that we where going through his mums draws, but she did have some fantastic underwear. Basques and stockings. Lots of frilly things. Things I hadn’t tried on. Sean threw a few things on to her bed and said to dress for him. Nervous as I’ve ever been, but a head full of wine based confidence, I said leave the room first. Sean obliged and I started to strip. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. My chest was pounding and my stomach felt full off butterflies. my head was spinning. But that might have been the wine. Id seen enough movies and porn to pretty much know how to put on a basque, bahis şirketleri and how to attach the stockings. I still caught the stockings though and tore the littlest off holes. I wonder if she ever noticed? The Basque itself was amazing, if a little tight on my frame. A black silk like material that hugged my body. It had white/grey lace sewn/built in to it. It covered me from the chest/bust down and around. Bra like clasps for crotch area. Stocking clasps. It was every inch the most provocative piece of underwear. Made I think to be worn for sex. The stockings where everything I thought they’d be. I love tights more, always will, but theres something to be said about stockings.
I stood looking in the mirror at myself. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. Then Sean came in. I felt like I’d been caught. My heart stopped. He’d lost the wine bottle some where and had a look on him I’d never seen before. Looking back it was lust. He came up behind me and started to feel me all over. A bit clumsily looking back, but still I don’t care. he stroked, caressed and rubbed me all over and grabbed hold of me down there. He started to please me. I could feel him pressing against me from behind. That just made me more aroused. We ended up on the bed. Did we fall, or get there gracefully? I wasn’t illegal bahis sure what to do. Sean undid his trousers and guided my head down. I let him. I’d seen enough porn, and fooled around with my self enough to know what to do. I went down on him. To feel him moving with me. feeling his buttocks tense was amazing. He came faster than I was expecting. A bit disappointing. I leaned back, his shifted and pushed me over and returned the favour going down on me.
We must have passed out at some point. I awoke under the covers, still dressed to find him, naked, grinding against me in his sleep. It didn’t take much to rouse him. He was hard as anything. He lifted the flaps of the basque out of the way, I felt something warm then wet between my cheeks, his hand, then something hot, and hard. We had rolled enough in to the doggy position. Sean forced his way in. It stung, but the heat was amazing. Every now and then he’d get it right, that I felt like I was going to cum. Sadly I didn’t. It was still amazing. We fell sleep.
The next morning I woke up still dressed in the stockings and basque, if a little ruffled, in Sean’s mums bed with Sean beside me. I was quite randy, if a little hung over. Sean asked if the last night was a mistake. I said I hope not. I climbed on top off him, feeling his morning wood get harder.
Me and Sean enjoyed each others company for years. Even when both of us had partners, him with other boys, me eventually with girls. He helped me figure myself out. Who I am today, and we had a great time doing it. Our little secret 🙂 x

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