Sandy's Journey - Sex Stories

Sandy's Journey

... gotten hard while looking at all of these sexy things. Many of the pictures showed young men modeling them, with some impressive bulges. I told myself it wasn't the young men, but remembering how sexy a thong felt. I switched over to porn sites on the computer. I was curious about how the panties would fit, and I knew there'd be an answer in pornland. Another quick search for men in panties, and I found myself right on the beach of transgender island.

There was almost zero heterosexual porn featuring men in panties, but endless pages of gay porn. I found myself drawn to the crossdressers. It looked like they had the same problem with women's panties that I did -- inadequate support and coverage. Then again, I realized that wasn't the point, especially when they got hard and their cocks poked inches out above those tiny fabric patches. Still, the forbidden nature of this other world excited me, and in no time at all I was coming hard to video of a man in bra and panties sucking cock. I didn't stop to question what that said about me, just went with the moment.

My new panties came in the mail a few days later (gotta love Amazon Prime.) They were in my mailbox when I got home from work, and I wasted no time at all trying them on. Trotting to my bedroom, I stripped completely and pulled out the first pairs, the cotton thongs. Stepping into them, I quickly pulled them up into place. They had just the right amount of room to support my package. The waistband sat low on my ...

... hips, and oh, that string up the back nestled nicely into the crack of my ass. I walked around a little, and they felt perfect. I stepped over to my full length mirror and adjusted the front, then turned and looked over my shoulder to check out my ass. Damn, that was sexy. I'm not in perfect shape, but those twin globes divided by that black strip just looked amazing.

Next I tried on the black ruffled full panties. They were advertised as sissy panties, and they weren't kidding. Looking at them in the mirror, sissy would be the absolute first word to describe a man wearing them. I could see the attraction, though. (as an aside, these became one of my favorites over time, and I'm wearing them as I type this.) They were low-cut too, and the top of my ass crack was quite visible from behind.

Finally, the red lace thong, and I loved it. It fit me perfectly. I rubbed my hand across the bulging pouch in front, feeling the lace against my skin. I turned and admired my ass in the mirror, then ran my hands across my back cheeks. I'd never done that before, and it felt sexy. I pulled my cheeks apart, and the string slipped into the crack until it rested against my asshole. I walked around my apartment that way, feeling the friction on that sensitive hole. I resisted the impulse to stand in front of the window and show the world how sexy I felt, but my cock started growing.

Soon, like the guys in those videos, the tip squeezed its way out the top. I started rubbing my balls, and ...