Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2004 12:26:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: curious <pansutorht@yahoo.com>
Subject: Moms Stolen Nylon Stockings Part 5

Hello again everyone. Well I know it's been awhile but here is part 5 of my
Mom's Stolen Nylon Stockings. I have to admit that writing this part for
all of you to enjoy was really fun. Reliving my childhood like this is just
liberating. I hope you readers like this part and that you all e-mail me
with comments. With my nylon stockings on I await to hear from
you. pansutorht@yahoo.com


One would think that Calvin and I became lovers after that night in his
bedroom. But that isn't true. He and I never again did anything nasty with
each other after that night. In fact I avoided him as much as I could after
that and did my best to put the experience behind me and try and forget
about it. My emotional state was a mess as a result of what he had done to
me. I had always thought that I would like being another boy's girly bitch
and dress myself up in nylon stockings to have sex. But Calvin's brutal
attack changed all that, or at least I thought it had.

I moped around for days trying to purge the memory of him forcing himself
on me but deep down inside whenever I would think back about it all I have
to admit that when I thought about how he had dominated me and made me say
thank you to him; that every time I relived that night my fucking little
dick would get rock hard and I would end up feeling disgusted with
myself. I didn't know it at the time but I was fighting to convince myself
that I hated the thought of fucking boys. Hell I even went as far as
telling myself that the feelings I had towards nylon stockings, putting
them on and letting myself revel in my girly feelings was a sick thing to
do and it was something I should change about myself immediately. Man I
struggled with my feelings over this stuff. I tried so hard to convince
myself that it was the fault of my sick and abnormal desire to put on nylon
stockings and feel girly inside that got me into the state I was in. Yet as
hard as I tried to deny my feelings and tell myself that I would never ever
again let another boy do to me what Calvin had done I just couldn't seem to
stop my little dick from growing rock hard as I heard myself telling Calvin
"thank you."

Who knows how I might have ended up as I fought to suppress my feelings and
deny that I possessed a strong feminine streak in my personality? Perhaps I
might have worked myself into such a confused emotional state that I may
have begun thinking about killing myself. But fortunately for me I didn't
deteriorate to that level and the person I owe my life to, or at least my
eventual acceptance of my sexuality, is Georgia B.

Georgia was my first real crush and the first girl friend I ever had. The
two of us had been going out, well meeting up is more like it, with each
other since March of that year. I really liked her and I thought she was
just the greatest girl in the whole world once she and I made out for the
first time. She was a year older than I was and I have to admit that
although I thought of her as the greatest girl in the world, her reputation
as a "slut" preceded her. But you know what? I didn't give a shit about
it. In fact I know one of the reasons I was so attracted to her was because
of her reputation. Hell man if she was a slut then it stood to reason that
she and I were eventually going to fuck so please tell me what horny 13
year old boy do you know that would pass up a chance to get laid?

All I know is this. Being with Georgia kept me sane so to speak. And just
before school let out for the summer vacation, about three weeks after
Calvin finger fucked my ass, she called me up on a Friday evening and
invited me to come up to her aunt's house and spend the evening with her
because she was house sitting for her aunt. Well of course I told her I
would come over. As I hustled and got cleaned up I was thinking to myself
that if we had her aunt's place to ourselves and didn't have to worry about
anyone walking in on us then at the very least I had a nice evening of some
hot necking ahead of me.  Man I will never ever forget that evening I went
over to Georgia's aunt's house to spend time with her. God smiled down on
me that evening because that was the night I finally lost my cherry and got
popped by a girl. I'm sure everyone is familiar with the old saying "you
never forget your first." Well I'm here to tell you that that old saying is
true. I remember everything about losing my virginity and old Georgia
B. has held a special place in my heart ever since.

When I finally got to her aunt's place and she brought me inside the house
the only thing I was looking forward too was making out with her. I thought
we would end up on the couch hugging and kissing and then shortly after
sundown I would kiss her goodbye and go home for the night. Well about half
an hour after I got there we did end up making out with each other on the
couch and I was having myself a wonderful time acting all adult as we used
to say when my friends and I got to make out with a girl. My little dick
was rock hard inside my jeans and I was lost in Georgia's arms perfectly
content to remain there with her and just enjoy kissing and hugging her. So
you can imagine my surprise when we broke our embrace she unexpectedly
suggested that the two of us just quit the couch and go off to her aunt's
bedroom. I remember her telling me that we could go lay down on her bed and
we would be more comfortable there. Ignorant me! It never crossed my mind
that she had something far more fun then necking on her mind. Anyway off we
went to her aunt's bedroom and after we laid down on her bed Georgia took
my right hand in hers and placed it over one of her breasts. Man did I ever
give her tit a squeeze. God it was so great to finally touch a girl in such
an intimate way that I felt a numbness spreading across my face as my heart
began pounding faster and faster within me.

I was so caught up in playing with her breasts that when she grabbed my
hand again I thought she was trying to put a stop on our make out session
but instead of pushing my hand away from her she started pulling it down
between us until she had me rest it over the top of her pussy between her
legs. God what a score, I rubbed, prodded and poked at her through her
jeans and was so excited at having a girls pussy under my hand that I never
even noticed her wiggling around as she undid her pants and pushed them and
her panties down off her hips. One moment I was pressing my hand into her
pussy and giving it everything I had and the next moment instead of feeling
coarse blue jeans under my hand I felt my palm sink itself into the
warmest, softest, wettest girl pussy I have ever touched in my life.

When it finally dawned on me that Georgia had kicked off her pants and
panties and that my hand was now resting on top of her naked pussy all I
could do was whimper in sheer pleasure. God I was in heaven. Actually
feeling a girl's pussy for the first time in my life simply took my breath
away. Her pussy was hot and wet and I easily slipped a finger into her. I
was so busy enjoying myself and marveling over my good fortune that I
remember thinking to myself that things couldn't get any better than this
when suddenly they did. Without warning or any prompting on my part once
Georgia got her jeans and panties off she reached over to me and started
undoing my own jeans. Before I knew it the both of us were getting totally
naked and hurriedly climbing into her aunt's bed. I was so excited my
pre-cum simply dribbled out of the end of my hard cock nonstop. I could
have fainted dead away the moment I felt her pulling me over on top of her
and I jerked in delight as she reached between us and took my swollen cock
in her hand so she could guide me into her.

I always laugh about losing my virginity because I was such a wuss my first
time. As I pushed my cock into Georgia's pussy I thought I was going to
pass out. Feeling my cock get sheathed inside a girl was so incredibly hot
that had I died at that moment I would have died as the happiest boy in the
world. I remember pushing myself up into her absolutely amazed at how hot
and wet her pussy was. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined how
wonderfully warm it would be to be inside a girl. Once I had buried myself
in her as far as I could go I gasped out loud and then catching my breath I
started to pull back so I could thrust myself in again. But on the draw
back I lost it.

Since this information is all true about me I have to admit that while I
was drawing my cock back for another thrust, actually I suppose one would
say my second, I came like a bitch and shot off for what seemed like
forever. Yes the truth of the matter is I lasted perhaps three seconds the
first time I ever fucked a girl. I always like to say I lasted a whole
three quarters of a full pump. That sounds better then three seconds don't
you think?

Anyway losing my virginity to Georgia is one of the most cherished memories
I have. As I laid there on top of her struggling to catch my breath all I
could think of as my heart beat slowly began returning to normal was how
incredibly good my body felt. God I swear I had these tingling feelings
going off over every inch of me and I realized that if this is what sex was
about, if this is how delicious fucking makes a persons cock feel, then
what did it matter how or with whom a boy like me fucked? God I felt so
warm and safe inside a girl experiencing my first orgasm and I know its
cliché to say it but I felt like I was floating on a big soft cloud. All I
could think of laying on top of Georgia was how badly I wanted to stay
feeling like this. Never in my wildest fantasies had I expected what
cumming was going to be like. For the past couple of years all I ever knew
when your dick got hard was that this milky clear fluid would drip out of
you. Hell I was so used to thinking that once I was done playing around
with nylons or showing my bonner to my friends that the normal thing that
happened to you once you were done was you stuffed your hard dick back into
your pants and then after a few minutes or so it would soften up and you
could get back to being just a kid again. I never knew that boys could
ejaculate or that once you did you got to experience the deliciously warm
and fulfilling emotional feelings I was having that night with
Georgia. Once I calmed down Georgia let me fuck her again and I was so
pleased to learn that cumming for the second time was just as nice and
wonderful as my first time had been.

I suppose you should know that during my second time around with Georgia I
ended up crying quietly to myself as I pumped into her. I just lost myself
in my feelings for her which I suppose is a normal thing boy's do when they
lose their virginity. I remember telling her, whispering in her ear, that I
loved her and that I would never ever want to be parted from her. I kept
repeating over and over again these words, if only, if only, but never
finished stating my thoughts out loud to her because what I wishing for,
the if only part, was I desperately wished that she had been wearing real
nylon stockings like my mom and that her stocking clad legs were wrapped
tightly around my waist as I pumped away in her. Although I really wished
she had been wearing nylons for me don't think that I was disappointed in
any way. I still remember that night with Georgia B. as the greatest moment
of life.

Later that night when I was home lying in bed. I couldn't help but feel
proud of myself for finally losing my virginity. I kept thinking about how
warm and safe I had felt being inside Georgia. As I lay there thinking
about what we had done together I began asking myself what it might have
felt like or how much better I might have felt if she had actually been
wearing nylon stockings.  "If only you had stockings on," I whispered to
myself. And then once I heard myself say that it was as if my heart had
been given permission to finally open up. All of a sudden those confused
hurtful feelings I had been trying to hide from myself ever since Calvin
had finger raped my ass suddenly disappeared. It's really weird what
happened and I always have a lot of difficulty trying to explain it. I
guess the easiest thing to say is that night I simply accepted all of my
feelings that I had about what made me feel good sexually. I know that
doesn't make a whole lot of sense but that is basically what happened. As I
let myself feel the emotions my heart was giving me at that moment I
remember rolling over on my side and drawing myself up into a fetal
position. Bringing my hands together in front of me I thought of all those
moments in my life when I had put on mom's stolen nylon stockings and how
wearing her nylons made me feel. I realized that wearing nylons and letting
the little girl in me come out made me feel good about myself and as I laid
there telling myself that if I liked dressing up like a pretty little girl
and liked to create wild sexual fantasies of me having sex with boys that
having those feelings were not bad for me. If wearing nylon stockings and
expressing my girly side gave me pleasure then what the hell was the harm
in just acting on those feelings and letting them take me wherever they
would? Maybe if I did that instead of trying to deny them then maybe
someday I would find myself in a position to actually fuck a boy or a full
grown man just like I had fucked Georgia and if I was behaving like a
pretty little girly boy and wearing nylon stockings then wouldn't it stand
to reason that the wonderful feelings I had when I was inside Georgia would
be twice as good if instead of me wishing it was her wearing stockings, it
was me wearing them.

The more I thought about this the more I liked the idea and suddenly I
thought of Calvin again and instead of trying to push the memory of him out
of my mind, I welcomed it and let myself picture that night in bedroom. As
I did this my little dick grew rock hard between my legs and I smiled
because of it and without any difficulty of shame I created a new picture
of the two of us together. This time instead of seeing myself laying naked
under him as he knelt over me, forcing me to quietly submit to his finger
raping my tight little ass I saw myself lying under him wearing my mom's
nylon stockings. As I saw myself looking up to thank him for shooting his
cum on me I squeezed my legs together and I could feel the imaginary
stockings I was wearing rubbing against each other and for the first time
in my life I ejaculated without ever touching my cock.

You know what? That night with Georgia, and then later on fantasizing
wearing mom's nylon stockings as Calvin dominated me freed me. For the
first time in my life I understood my feelings and I decided to embrace
them and let them rule me instead of me trying to rule them. I wasn't going
to run away from them anymore and as long as my inner most sexual desires
were met, then fuck worrying about being different from my friends. From
then on the only thing that mattered to me was to do those things that made
me feel good, and if wearing nylon stockings and letting myself feel girly
gave me the physical and emotional pleasure I craved then fine. I was okay
with it.

Once I stopped running away from myself and accepted all of my feelings I
began really enjoying my life. The following day, Saturday, I hooked up
with Georgia again and that sweet lovely girl let me fuck her again. Just
like the night before when we did it I came fast the first time we did it
but I stayed hard and after I caught my breath she let me fuck her
again. Actually I always say that I got to fuck a girl four times when I
first became sexually active at age 13 and that it was a good thing I did
because as things in life turned out, those four fucks I had with Georgia
had to hold me for the next four fucking years before I got any pussy
again.

About midway during the summer of that year Georgia left town to go and
spend some time with relatives living on another Indian reservation in
South Dakota. I was heart broken at her leaving. After kissing her goodbye
the evening before she left I would regret not telling her that I loved her
because as things turned out I would never see her again. It was after she
had gone that I finally learned all about jacking off. One afternoon I was
over at my best friends place and the two of us were bragging to each other
about losing our cherries and talking about how good it felt to shoot cum
into a girl. The more we talked like that the more excited the two us
became and finally perhaps because both of us were so fucking hard inside
our jeans, Richard, my best friend, just whipped out his dick and began
stroking it with his hand. To be honest and stupid me, I actually had no
idea what he was doing to himself until he stopped just long enough to tell
me that if you ran your own hand up and down your dick like he was doing
you could make it cum. Well it didn't take a bat being broken over my head
to make it clear to me that learning how to masturbate could make me feel
good so down went my jeans and away I went beating my meat.

After that jacking off became an all consuming passion for me. God I would
jack off whenever I got the chance and the more I did it the more I wanted
to try doing it while wearing nylon stockings. I had long since gotten rid
of the pair of nylon stockings I had stolen from my mom so I started to
watch for a chance to once again sneak into mom's room and liberate another
pair of her stockings. Yet for the longest time I just wasn't having any
luck at stealing from her. I never had the house to myself so I couldn't
get into her bedroom without being caught doing it by one of my brothers or
my sisters. I was getting desperate and mad about this situation until on
day when I was downstairs it suddenly dawned on me to sneak into my three
older sister's room and rifle through their dresser drawers to see if maybe
I couldn't steal some nylons from them.

In early August of that year the opportunity to sneak into their room
presented itself to me and off I went. Scared but determined to get me some
nylons I quietly crept into their room one afternoon and began rummaging
around through their dressers. I went through every one of their underwear
drawers and didn't hit pay dirt until I opened up the youngest of my three
older sister's underwear drawer. I have to admit that I was crushed to
discover that none of my sisters had nylon stockings like mom did. Instead
because it was the seventies, all they had were these new fangled nylons
called pantyhose. When I pulled out a pair and held them up they looked
pretty sad and pitiful because they didn't hand down and show themselves
like real nylon stockings do. Instead my sister's pantyhose were limp and
wrinkled looking but hey at least they were nylons. Since beggars can't be
choosers I hustled up and found a nice looking dark brown pair of pantyhose
that I liked and I quickly stuffed the things down the front of my
pants. Enjoying the feel of the material pressing up into my hardening cock
I left their room and shot up the stairs and was out the door heading out
towards the river so I could go off into my secret fort in the creek.

It took about fifteen minutes to reach my hideout and once I entered the
little clearing I immediately stripped off all of my cloths and spread them
out on the ground so I could sit down and put my sister's nylons on. I was
so anxious to put her pantyhose on that I must have fumbled around with
them for more than a few minutes just trying to figure out how to pull the
dam things up on my legs properly. Eventually I worked it out and man was I
ever hard as I stood up and looked down at myself. Having sheer nylon
pantyhose stretched across my feet, legs, hips, and ass gave me goose
bumps. My little dick was so rock hard that I actually had to reach down
and adjust myself and lay it upright against my abdomen. Man the feeling
that exploded in my groin as my balls got smashed back into me and held
tightly in place by the sheer material just made me shudder. For a moment
all I could do was stand there motionless and look down at myself in
amazement. I was totally captivated at the sight of myself wearing
pantyhose. My feet and legs looked gorgeous as the sheer nylons hugged and
gripped me in the most wickedly sensuous way. The pantyhose had reinforced
toes and were what I latter learned you called a control top. God I was in
heaven standing there looking at myself. Hesitating to move at first
because the entire lower half of my body was tingling beyond description, I
slowly turned around in place and gasped over and over again as wave after
wave of pure pleasure shot through me. The pantyhose seemed to be alive on
me and the slightest movement on my part just took my breath away.

Oh it felt so nice to let my little girly side come out that afternoon in
my hideout. I was determined to just walk around and enjoy feeling my
sister's pantyhose on me but after I took just two simple little steps this
tremendous jolt of pure ecstasy exploded throughout my crotch. I actually
screamed out loud in pleasure when this happened and I was so taken by the
feeling I simply collapsed back onto my cloths and came inside them. The
pleasure was almost too much for me to bear and I rolled over on my side
and just curled up into a tight little ball, holding my nylon clad legs and
thrusting my hips forward as I squirted out one hot cum shot after
another. That was the second and last time in my life where I have
spontaneously ejaculated. By the time I finished shooting the front of the
pantyhose below my belly button and all around the head of my little
throbbing cock were simply soaked with my own cum. How long I laid there
curled up into a tight ball I don't remember. As I moaned and groaned in
pleasure I became aware of how softly tight those pantyhose gripped my
naked ass and as I lay there smiling to myself I felt so happy and free
that I simply fell into a deep, deep sleep.

That afternoon I dreamed a wicked and nasty sick little dream that I
believe is the main reason why I'm sexually attracted to older men. In my
dream I fantasized about being force fucked by two old white men, local
farmers living across the river from my hideout. Oh how lovely my nasty
dream was. I want to share it with you all so read on but be prepared for
some hard stuff.

In my dream I was still sleeping inside my hideout wearing my sister's
nylon pantyhose. At first I could see myself lying all curled up and then
this noise, a loud rustling coming from the underbrush encircling my
hideout woke me up. As I snapped my eyes open a wave of panic came over me
because I didn't know what could be coming into my hideout. Maybe it was
deer or a dog? But then to my utter shock and horror when I looked up
instead of seeing an animal standing over me what I saw were two old white
farmers. I was so frightened I froze in place. I didn't know what to do. I
felt so humiliated and ashamed of myself being caught like a sick little
girly boy bitch lying naked on the ground wearing my sister's pantyhose
that my senses just went numb on me. I saw myself trying to curl myself up
into as tight a little ball as possible as these two grown men stared down
at me. I didn't want them to see that the front of my pantyhose were soaked
with my own cum. As I hugged my legs tightly against my body I started
crying because I was aware that because of the way I was laying my nylon
covered ass was sticking out for them to look at.

"What the fuck," said the man standing on the left. He had a very deep
voice. When he said those words over me I thought the next thing he would
do would be to reach down and grab me, raising me up to spank me like any
adult would who unexpectedly caught a pantyhose wearing little girly
boy. Through my tears I watched and waited for him to reach down and grab
me. But instead of picking me up to give me a spanking I saw him straighten
up and reach up and tip his beat up old hat back on his head. "This is one
of them fucking Indian kids from town Tom."

"And look what the little red prairie nigger is wearing," said the man
called Tom. Like his friend he just stood there looking down at me. "He's
got women's nylons on," he said as he bent his arms and rested his hands on
his hips.

"By God he does, don't he," replied the man on the left. I watched them
glance over at each other and for an instant as they turned their heads I
thought that I might be able to jump up from the ground and take off
running away from them. But the instant passed and any chance of me
springing to my feet so I could run away evaporated.

"Jesus H. Christ," the man on the left said. "From the looks of things this
little fucker was being nasty with himself. What the fuck were you doing in
here you little savage," he said. Staring at him fear I tried to say
something and answer him but when I opened my mouth to speak the only thing
that came out was a loud sob. What was I going to do? I fully expected
these two old white men to whip the shit out of me and punish me because
they had caught me wearing nylon pantyhose. I felt my bowels tighten and I
actually thought I was going to pee out of sheer fear because I knew that
once these two finished spanking me they were going to drag me out of my
hideout and then take me home. The realization of being stood up in front
of dad and mom wearing nothing but my sister's pantyhose terrified me, hell
when these two got me home looking like this I knew that I was going to end
up getting the ass whipping of my life from dad.

"Answer my friend you fucking Indian," Tom said. I could hear the anger in
his voice but try as might I just couldn't speak.

"Just look at this little red prairie nigger Tom," the man on the left
said. He bent forward to peer intently at my pantyhose clad ass and as I
fought to control the trembling of my body the man knelt down next to me
and reached out and put a hand on my exposed ass cheek. "Just look at
him. He's lying here all decked out wearing girl nylons." As he said this I
felt him trail the palm of his hand across my ass and with just the tips of
fingers he started to squeeze my cheeks. "God dam!" and I heard his voice
catch. "This little prairie nigger is pretty."

"Then maybe we should have a little fun with the fucker," Tom said. Like
his friend he to knelt down beside me.

"Yeah," the other one replied. Suddenly he put his free hand down on my leg
and started stoking it. "Yeah," he repeated, "why don't we. You'd like that
wouldn't you," and he leaned over bringing his face up next to mine. "You'd
like if me and Tom got nasty with you, wouldn't you, you little savage."
The smell of his bad breath made me wrinkle my nose. "Yeah you would," and
then he put his lips on my temple and kissed me. Feeling the hair stubble
of his unshaven chin scrapping against my cheek freaked me out and I only
just managed to stifle a scream as he stuck out his tongue and started
licking me. I bit my tongue to keep quiet as the man started muttering
other things to me. "Oh you're a pretty little savage," I heard him say as
he kissed and licked on my face. He was making other noises now and
grunting like pigs do as I felt his hands go up to my ass so he could grab
me by my cheeks. I was trying so hard to just stay frozen in place as this
old man started fondling my ass that I had forgotten about his friend Tom.
I became aware of Tom when I felt a second pair of hands grabbing at
me. Without any difficulty Tom pulled my arms apart and broke the hold I
had on my legs. Next he unfolded them and made me roll over onto my
back. The instant I got straightened out I heard Tom gasp over me. "My God
you have been being nasty with yourself," he said when he saw my still
moist cum stain on the front of my pantyhose. "Look Benny. Look at the
front of his nylons. The little fucking savage has creamed in them
already. See," he said and with one of his finger tips he pressed down hard
against the nylon fabric and squeezed a drop of my cum out. Staring at him
I watched as he brought his finger to his lips and licked it.  "Fucking
little savage," I heard him say. He reached out then and put his hand on my
now hardening cock. "Fucking little Indian whore," he rasped. "You're going
to find out now what it's really like to be a little girly boy for a real
man."

"You tell him Tom," the other one named Benny said. Like Tom he reached
down to grab me between the legs. Now I had both of them squeezing my cock
and balls and inadvertently because feeling them groping at me felt so good
I spread my legs apart. I started to like what they were doing to me and I
was almost ready to begin reaching out so could start touching them when
Tom suddenly turned mean on me.

"God I hate you fucking Indians," he said and then he grabbed the front of
my pantyhose and jerked them down to expose me. "Every fucking time I have
to go to town I have to look around and see nothing but a bunch of you
worthless fucking bucks walking around our town and acting like your
fucking shit don't stink." He had the front of my pantyhose down under my
balls as he said this and then he released them and they snapped into me
causing me to whimper in pain as the material cut into the soft skin below
my sack. "And you fucking Indian brats are worse then the full grown
bucks," he said.

Looking down at him I watched him undo the front of his bib overalls and
push them down below his waist. On my left I heard Benny doing the same
thing but I kept my eyes on Tom. Once he had his overalls down past his ass
I got a good look at his hard cock sticking out from under his fat hairy
belly as he grabbed my leg and lifted it up. Holding my leg in the air he
scooted over to position himself over me and then he reached down and
grabbed my other leg. Lifting it he put his hands behind both of my knees
and then pushed out so my ass lifted off the ground in front of
him. Meanwhile Benny had also finished getting his overalls out the way and
I yelped out loud as one of his knees smacked me along side the head as he
slide around behind my head. In a moment he was straddling my head. I felt
his heavy hairy balls touching my forehead and I looked up and there just
inches above my face was his hard cock.

"Okay you little prairie nigger," he said. "Me and Tom are going to have us
some fun now." Without warning he brought one of his down hard across my
cheek, slapping me, and as opened my mouth, crying out in pain, he grabbed
his hard cock and literally stuffed into my mouth.

"You ain't ever gonna tell anyone about this prairie nigger," he said as he
pushed his cock down into the back of my mouth. I gagged and tried to
squirm away but he slapped me hard again and then laughed at me. "Fucking
prairie nigger, suck this white mans cock. Suck it," he ordered and again
he slapped me.

I was crying and gagging from him pushing his cock into my mouth and
fighting like mad to take a breath. I felt like I was going to choke to
death as he pumped his cock into my mouth, forcing me to take him deeper
and deeper. Then just as I thought I couldn't stand any more I felt this
incredible warm wetness going around my own hard little cock. It was
Tom. He was sucking my cock and great god almighty did that feel good.

After that I got into my first real man on man sexual dream. Oh Christ was
it ever so good. In my dream these two old white men just fucked the shit
out of me and used me just like the little girly boy bitch I always want to
be whenever I'm with my lover Bill.

I dreamed about Tom kissing my nylon clad feet, licking my legs and finally
pulling my pantyhose down so my hot willing asshole was exposed. As Benny
held my legs up by my ankles I dreamed Tom called me every mean name and
thing in the book as he got my asshole ready for cock by licking and
sucking on it. I cried and cried out in pleasure as I dreamed about being
dominated by these two strange white men. Oh I loved being so humiliated
and abused by them that I entered into a kind of semi-sleep mode that
afternoon in my hideout and started jacking myself off through my sister's
pantyhose. In my dream Benny shot off in my hot young mouth and forced me
to swallow his cum. Tom butt fucked me until I couldn't take his cock
anymore and I let go my own massive cum shot. Then as Tom finished with me,
he and Benny grabbed me and repositioned us all so I was left straddling
Benny across the waist with his cock in my hungry ass and Tom was standing
over me making me suck his cock.

It was such a hot dream. When I finally woke up after shooting off another
load of cum I was surprised to discover that my sister's stolen pantyhose
were a ripped and worn wreck. I guess during my dream I had acted out my
fantasy in my sleep.

End for Now....