1. A Few Firsts


    Date: 11/27/2016, Categories: Anal, Fetish, First Time, Author: Chartless, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    long enough to drop his pants, kick off his shoes, and then he sat back down, stroking his already hard cock. I proceeded to slip my pants off. I wandered into the laundry room looking around for my s1ster's pantyhose. I found a pair that had been hung up to dry and took them back to the main room where Mark was. He looked at me with a silly look, asking what are they were for. I answered that I had snuck some and worn them to jack off in, it was GREAT! (Not wanting to tell him the whole story of my stockings and my br0ther.) I slid them on and sat down within reach of Mark, but not close enough to make him nervous. I watched him stroking his cock, as he watched me, which had been done a few times and was no longer embarrassing to us. He watched, then asked, what do they feel like? I said they feel alive on your skin like a dancing electric massage; a real turn on! He watched for a minute more then asked, can I try them? Not wanting to take 2 pair out of the laundry, my s1ster would miss 2, I offered to share; he asked how? I said we could sit together: he could use one leg and I would use the other. I think it was the closest we had ever been while jacking off. The excitement between us was becoming apparent. While trying to shift a bit, my hand brushed across his leg. Startled, he lurched! I told him I was sorry and didn’t mean it. He was slow to answer, then said it was ok, then even slower said it felt really good when I touched the hose on his leg. As he continued to ...
    stroke, I reached out and rubbed his leg through the hose. His breathing quickened, his stroking speed increased and fairly soon he erupted with a fountain of white spurts landing up on his face and chest with the last of his cum boiling over the tip of his cock. That sent me over the edge as I came right behind him, we cleaned up, dressed, washed the pantyhose, taking them out to the garage for fun later maybe. Mark said you’re right! I liked the feel of the hose, liked it better when you were rubbing my leg too! Can we do a sl**p over? Mark asked. My reply was, if your mom doesn’t care I will call my dad at his office and ask. The calls were made and things were on track for a sl**p over in the garage. Snacks were brought out, a cooler of pop was waiting; we were set for the night. The garage apartment was set up with black lights, black light posters from Peter Max; there was one that said “Keep On Truckin”, a dude stepping out, Peace Sign, Mr. Natural, Easy Rider, (if you stared at it long enough you would find a skull in the motor head), and various other posters. It was one of the things of those times. Dark came and we settled in with the Friday night horror flicks that played generally until 4ish in morning. We had the fans on full to stave off the heat and the posters cast an eerie light across the walls. It was about 1:30ish and we watching TV in just our briefs, lying in bed together due the TV's angle to it, when I heard the steps creak. I jumped out of bed to see ...
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