The Trip Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Trip Part 1

I was 19 and starting to explore my sexual boundaries. I had been wearing panties and nylons for some years and whilst I would tell anyone I was straight and I had only ever had straight sex ( not often or enough lol) I was realising that I did have thoughts of gay sex particularly with another panty wearer and found my thoughts wandering in that direction more often. I noticed I was checking out the cocks of my rugby team mates more often and was imagining holding and sucking them. I was going to university in a few months and having saved some money decided to take some time to have some fun. My first decision was to see some of my own country ( the UK) and managed to get enough together to buy a battered camper van and decided I would spend 2 months travelling around and camping until heading to the continent. The other decision I made was to ensure I had some panties, stockings and tights to indulge my wanking fantasies on my trip. I headed north intending to do some walking in Scotland and to work my way down the UK to Dover and getting the ferry. After a couple of days on the road I was feeling a little lonely but was enjoying myself in particular I was enjoying wearing panties and nylons underneath my male clothes every day. I was constantly horny and finding the feeling of lace on my shaven cock indescribably sexy (I had decided to be smooth for the trip). I was just about to cross into Scotland when I noticed a hitchhiker. Feeling a little bored I decided to offer ...

... them a lift. I pulled up and asked where they were going. The guy was a few years older than me about 6 foot tall, dark haired and (I thought to myself) quite hunky. I got out of the camper and helped him put his ruck sack in the back. We drove along for a few miles chatting and talking about ourselves. James was 23 and like me was taking some time to travel around the UK (he had graduated a few months ago and was starting his job in a few weeks.) I said as it was getting late did he fancy finding a camp site and something to eat. I told him there was room in the camper for him and I could drop him at his destination the next day. He agreed it was a good idea and an hour later we were parked up on a quiet site and I was cooking a meal. James had gone into the nearby village and had brought back a few beers. We ate and drank and it was only when I decided I needed a piss I remembered I was wearing a black lace thong and tan sheer tights. As the site was rustic and had no toilet block we had decided to piss in the bushes near the van. As we both stood to piss James saw me hesitate as I remembered what I was wearing. He told me not to worry I had given him a little show when bending to help him with his rucksack. It was then I saw he was stroking his cock and it was getting hard. His hardening member was about 6 inches and nice and thick. His hand reached down the back of my jeans and began to caress my nylon clad arse. He told me take off my jeans and show him properly. We were ...