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Being at a male-only school certainly made for a testosterone-charged environment. Outside of lessons, young males think of two things – sport and sex and not necessarily in that order. I played a lot of sport and my physique slowly changed through this intensely hormonal period. Sex consisted entirely of exercising my right hand on my growing manhood.Now, as a fit sixteen-year-old, I was now about seven-and-a-half inches on a good day and a good six inches round and so could still just meet finger and thumb around it. It was good to get back home for the holidays – back to an environment where women existed, even if they were Auntie Helen (more in another story!) and mother.When at home, I spent a lot of time keeping fit and this usually meant getting out for a run in the countryside for five or six miles. It was the start of the summer holidays and a very pleasant July morning. I kitted myself up in shorts and a T-shirt and set off for a morning run. It was a beautiful morning and I felt totally relaxed as I ran along.About forty minutes later, I arrived back home to be greeted by my mother and Helen Girne Escort in the garden. I told her I was just going to have a shower and would be out to join them shortly. Mum shouted back that there was no rush and she would make a pot of tea in about fifteen minutes or so.I had now got my breath back and cooled down as I headed for the bathroom. I always felt slightly randy after exercise and looked forward to a gentle right-hand session in the shower. My cock was stirring in my shorts at the thought of this. I got to the bathroom, locked the door and stripped of my running gear. My cock stuck out straight begging for attention.I picked up my sweaty running clothes off the floor and was about to put them in the laundry basket in the corner of the room. I lifted the lid of the basket and discovered it was fairly full but what caught my attention was a pair of white knickers and one of my mother’s girdles on the top. I dropped my running gear back to the floor and picked up and looked at the girdle.This was the early 1970s and most women in their thirties and Magosa Escort forties wore a girdle of some sort. Based on the pages of adverts in the catalogues and women’s magazines, there was a huge choice. I knew my mother wore a girdle all the time, having seen her around the house and thought nothing of it. Before access to men’s adult magazines, I had many times whacked off looking at these adverts – especially in the mail-order catalogues.My mother favoured the long leg girdles and as I was to learn later she nearly always wore Playtex. I stared at this girdle in front of me and I do not know why but I picked it up to have a good look at it. It felt heavy and supple and seemed to have an interesting smell.If you have ever closely inspected a Playtex girdle of this era you will know what I mean. It must have been the latex in the stretchy material but that distinctive smell stays with you forever. The white knickers were with them and so I assumed they went together.While I was looking at these fascinating pieces of underwear my cock had gone from semi-hard Kıbrıs Escort to absolutely rigid. It was now pointing straight up and was rock hard. In fact, being uncut, it had grown so hard that the whole of the tip had emerged from my foreskin and was swollen hard and purple.My cock had grown to a point where the foreskin was stretched out along the shaft. It was so hard that it felt like it had stretched to at least eight-inches and I was so turned on, I could feel my face flushing and waves of pleasure went through me.What I did next was life changing. Yes, and let’s own up guys, when visiting friends etcetera, we have all looked at knickers in the bathroom laundry, sniffed at the gusset and wanked over them but never tried them on. I looked at the knickers and girdle and wondered what it would be like if I tried them on.As I tentatively stepped into one leg of the knickers I noted the slight stain in the gusset and stepping into the other leg, I pulled them up over my throbbing rigid cock. I picked up the girdle and one leg at a time I stepped in, pulling it up my legs, and discovered it was actually quite tight. As I pulled the girdle up my cock not only rock hard but ooozing a clear liquid not seen before. When I finally got the girdle on, the front firm satin panel pressed my cock hard against my abdomen. I was surprised at how tight it felt it was but it felt amazingly comfortable!
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