Valentine's Day came around, and by this point, I had began wearing panties quite often around the house. He didn't look me in the eye, and we didn't speak much. Things had become slightly awkward between us. I'll just put a pair on, we can put a blanket over my head and you can imagine it's some chick."
"You've already caught me wearing panties, so you know I have some. "I know it SOUNDS gay, but I know you also don't want to be embarrassed if you don't perform well with the girl." I said. Fuck that" he said as he walked to the kitchen. I reassured him: "No, you don't have to fuck me! I'll just lay here on my stomach and you can dry hump my ass until you cum." He got up from the couch: "What the fuck?! I'm not gay, bro." I came up with an idea: "Man this is going to sound weird, but what if you practiced on me?" I felt really bad for him, and I wanted to help.
The conversation got a bit uncomfortable as he said he thought that was weird and he didn't want to do that. He asked me what I meant, and I said: When I was a young teenage I had a body pillow that I would fold in half and fuck. Then I told him: "Until then, practice your moves" I assured him that I was a virgin too, and it wasn't a big deal. He said he was feeling a little lonely, and kind of embarrassed because most of his friends had already been through a few girlfriends and had lost their virginity. Of course, I was too busy masturbating to look for a girlfriend, but he hadn't had much luck either. We were casually chatting about school, and if we had met any girls. But he closed the door and we never spoke of it again. His stare is still imprinted in my brain, I'm still not sure what he was thinking.
Before I could even ask him to give me a second he opened it and said "Hey, I'm getting some." Until one day I was in my bedroom taking care of myself in this bright blue lace g-string, Nee knocked on my door. It felt so wonderful!Ībout a month went by and Nee and myself had become pretty good friends, and he was none the wiser of my panty fetish. You could feel the back side rubbing between your cheeks. So I began buying every pair of panties in my size from that day forward! I had satin panties, string bikini panties, but my favorite had to be thongs! The way they hugged my little balls, and when I'd stroke it with the thong on. They fit perfectly! It was the best masturbation experience I had to that day!
So I decided to see if they would fit me, and I could just jerk off with the front part of the panties. They felt incredible, but they were so big it was awkward to jerk off. So I grabbed that pair and went back to the apartment. Then one day, I found a pair of these string bikini cut panties that were pink with yellow ducks on them (silly i know, but I thought they were ADORABLE), but they only had two sizes and the smallest was a size 8. Not thinking about sizes, just how they felt and looked (I used to tell the cashiers they were for my girlfriend if they gave me some strange looks). Once I moved and was on my own, with the exception of my roommate Nee, I spent a lot of the extra funds I had building my panty collection. I never came in them, because I didn't want to face the embarrassment of getting caught washing them. The way they felt when I wrapped them around my 5 inch cock and jerked off felt amazing. Lace and Satin were alway my favorite, but I enjoyed cotton too. When I turned 18 and went away to college, I was a chubby virgin boy with a healthy obsession with panties.