Adventures In Hose Ch. 01
I gently rolled the pantyhose on my legs, marveling at the exhilarating feeling that they gave me. My imagination soared as I contemplated the humiliation of being caught wearing them in public and I felt my cock begin to stir in its nylon prison. My face slowly flushing in absolute pleasure, nothing felt so majestic and feminine as these sheer-to-waist pantyhose that I had placed on my long masculine legs.
As I stared at my legs I couldn't get it out of my mind how erotic the sheer nylon looked on my legs and how painful yet at the same time pleasurable my cock felt in the hose.
I gasped in open pleasure as I slowly opened and closed my legs, pleasure shooting through my cock. A loud gasp escaped my lips, as I couldn't help how much pleasure I was receiving from wearing these beautiful nylons that far exceeded anything that my hand could ever give me.
My imagination opened like some form of trap springing open, allowing the mockingbird loose so my mind could open up to new heights that I had never before felt.
Most people might be thinking that I am gay or bisexual for wearing pantyhose but the truth is that I am far from either. The fact that I cross dress hardly made me gay or even extremely feminine. No it was just a way for me to express that side of myself that I usually left closed to the general public.
Closing my eyes, that pleasurable feeling in my cock grew tremendously as I opened and closed my legs faster and faster. My cock was crying out for release as I denied it as much as I possibly could but finding to my dismay that it was getting harder and harder to deny that undeniable pleasure that one's cock held over a man.
"Ohh!" I groaned as my legs flailed about as my cum shot into the beautiful sheer hose
When I finally came down from my orgasm I looked over at the clock and noticed that it was half past three o'clock and time to get ready for college. Sighing heavily I got up and changed my hose into another non-soiled pair. Over them I put on a nice fresh pair of blue jeans and wore a short-sleeved T-shirt.
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The campus was rather plain looking but then again no one ever accused Shoreline Community College of being an extraordinary place. The buildings were all desperately in need of remodeling as was the entire campus for that matter. The overall look and feel of the entire place spoke of high school rather than a college.
As I stared at my legs I couldn't get it out of my mind how erotic the sheer nylon looked on my legs and how painful yet at the same time pleasurable my cock felt in the hose.
I gasped in open pleasure as I slowly opened and closed my legs, pleasure shooting through my cock. A loud gasp escaped my lips, as I couldn't help how much pleasure I was receiving from wearing these beautiful nylons that far exceeded anything that my hand could ever give me.
My imagination opened like some form of trap springing open, allowing the mockingbird loose so my mind could open up to new heights that I had never before felt.
Most people might be thinking that I am gay or bisexual for wearing pantyhose but the truth is that I am far from either. The fact that I cross dress hardly made me gay or even extremely feminine. No it was just a way for me to express that side of myself that I usually left closed to the general public.
Closing my eyes, that pleasurable feeling in my cock grew tremendously as I opened and closed my legs faster and faster. My cock was crying out for release as I denied it as much as I possibly could but finding to my dismay that it was getting harder and harder to deny that undeniable pleasure that one's cock held over a man.
"Ohh!" I groaned as my legs flailed about as my cum shot into the beautiful sheer hose
When I finally came down from my orgasm I looked over at the clock and noticed that it was half past three o'clock and time to get ready for college. Sighing heavily I got up and changed my hose into another non-soiled pair. Over them I put on a nice fresh pair of blue jeans and wore a short-sleeved T-shirt.
****
The campus was rather plain looking but then again no one ever accused Shoreline Community College of being an extraordinary place. The buildings were all desperately in need of remodeling as was the entire campus for that matter. The overall look and feel of the entire place spoke of high school rather than a college.
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