1. How my pantyhose fetish started


    Date: 11/23/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Masturbation, Author: pantyhose_guy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Candies, so the girls didn't wear reinf***ed toes, nor did the teachers; the good looking ones anyways. You did have the old ladies that wore their reinf***ed toes proudly, but I didn't like those. So I was a good looking, popular, jocky k**. But with a major pantyhose fetish that I felt I had to hide. That led to some crazy times when I was either a) home alone, or b) babysitting or something where I had access to the lady of the houses' pantyhose drawer. So that's my backstory and now I want to talk about the beginning; all the way back to my c***dhood. Then I'm going to put some pantyhose on and start writing of the 'milestone' pantyhose happenings of my life. Most all of them are with girls. However, since I was 'alone with my fetish', I felt there was something wrong with me and 'was I gay?'. I didn't feel like it. However, since I was a very fit young man with a raging, large penis, I spent simply so many hours masturbating in front of mirrors and things to look at my pantyhose, that the sight of an erect penis in pantyhose or tights, really turns me on. Probably conditioning from so much time seeing that image. Also in the early Leg Show magazines, the pantyhose girl always had a nice penis to play with. So it was all part of it. I did act on that a few times (only masturbation and fellatio), but always ended up back hounding after women. But when lots or your erotic times are in the seedy parts of town in the adult bookstores, then you are exposed to a lot of erect ...
    penises! Just the way it is. And I would get so horned up, I often times let another man suck me if I had pantyhose on and would occasionally experiment with them but that's for some later stories. So how did this all happen? I haven't a clue. I remember when I was a little k**. I was raised by a single mom and a s****r and I had some time to play by myself in my room. I don't know why, but running around my room and playing in my white socks and underwear, all tight and pulled tight, gave me butterflies and felt different than just playing normally. I did this for a while in my youth. God knows how long. I actually didn't even have a desire to even do anything with pantyhose yet. My mom wore them all the time, as did my grandmother, but I always thought they felt odd in the laundry basket. Sort of scratchy and not appealing. I imagine it was that I like the look of them on girls so much that I pushed past my 'non desire' for nylon to actually put a pair on. It also probably had to do with the fact that pantyhose were getting much smoother and stretchier right about that time. So for a huge part of my youth, I would sneak pantyhose out of my mom's 'old pantyhose bag'. I think every woman had one of those back then. I don't know if it was because they were luxury items back in the war day or what, but literally every woman's closet I had a chance to pillage in my youth had a plastic bag, shoe box, old purse or something of all their pantyhose and stockings that only had a snag ...
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