In my student days, aged about nineteen or twenty, I went to lots of wild student parties. Some in particular stick in my mind. Here’s one. I still remember most of what happened but if I’ve forgotten any detail I’ve added what would inevitably have happened.
As usual at our parties, as the night drew on, boys and girls were starting to shed their clothes. In fact, in one room lit by a blue light bulb, boys and girls were already dancing nude to pounding music in clouds of smoke from a smoke machine.
I hadn’t dared to go that far. I was with some other boys in another room, we were just in our briefs and boxers ogling the naked women in the innumerable porn magazines scattered around the place.
Some girls in the room were already nude or just in their underwear and girls’ bras and panties were scattered around the place. One of the boys suggested we swap our male underwear for girls’ panties. The idea was that if the owner then wanted her panties back she’d have to come and take them off us. That would give us a chance to have our sex kit played with, for us to get our hands on her naked body and perhaps even get lucky with her.
I’d also long had a thing about women’s panties. At home, I’d discovered the contents of my mother’s laundry basket and I’d found wearing her panties and masturbating in them incredibly erotic. So three or four of us picked up girls’ panties and went into the bathroom to change. Crammed together with other boys all stark naked and with our cocks up hard trying on girls’ panties to see which looked sexiest was a very erotic experience.
As usual at these parties, I and some of the other boys wore sexy male underwear to show off our sex kit. I’d come in tiny blue briefs that barely covered even my flaccid penis let alone the erection the porn and naked girls were giving me.
But the girls’ panties were even briefer and sexier than that. The thin cloth was taut over my hard-up cock, an erotic feeling I’ve always enjoyed, and showed the outline of our erect penises and balls in detail. I remember the panties I was in were light grey satin with lacy hems. They were so brief my penis head, my balls, and pubic hair poked out above the top and at the sides, and, at the back, the panties were just a thin thong gusset deep in my bum crack.
Just in the girls’ panties we went back into the room and started parading around. We posed in ways that really showed off our sex kit, thrusting our hips, stepping a foot up onto a chair, and squatting. The girls started laughing and giggling and calling us gay boys but we didn’t care. It felt incredibly sexy. Then a girl called out words to the effect:
“Let’s see some boy on boy! We know you all wank each other!”
Other girls and even some boys in the room started calling out the same and urging us on. I was standing there when one of the boys asked me if I’d “do one” for him. As he spoke I felt him fondling my almost naked backside and running his finger slowly up and down the thong gusset nestling in my bum crack.
I’d done “boy on boy” before in my last year at school when I was eighteen coming up to nineteen. We hadn’t been gay, just incredibly sexually frustrated, and boys were easier to get than girls. We never got further than getting naked with each other, masturbating together with each other, and masturbating each other to orgasm. As I mentioned in my story “University Encounter” I’d briefly had a boy-boy relationship in my first few months at university. But at the time of that party, I wasn’t in any boy-boy relationship and was only after girls.
The boy feeling my bum was slightly older, a post-grad, probably in his early twenties. He was in tiny white girly panties and half his massive cock was poking out above the top. I also remember noticing how smooth and hairless his naked body was. I later discovered he was gay or bi and I guess he thought any boy who enjoyed wearing women’s panties must be similarly inclined.
I hadn’t hand-jobbed a boy or been wanked by a boy for ages. I was probably also a bit drunk or high on something and ready for anything. His hand was getting more and more adventurous, stroking my inside thigh tops and the panty gusset right underneath me between my spread legs. He was also brushing his own hard-up cock against my bum through his panties. You can imagine how my cock strained a few notches harder! Remembering the sexual pleasure I’d had with my university boyfriend earlier something just welled up within me.
