Pantyhose At Midnight

Ben had always found pantyhose exciting and he didn't really know why, except that guys in pantyhose were just the sexiest thing that he could imagine, the way the fine material caressed guys legs, butts and crotches was so erotic and beautiful. They revealed and concealed everything at the same time, provocative and tempting in an irresistible way, giving away the slightest movement beneath the fabric, enhancing lithe and supple muscles, shading a handsome basket into relief and disappearing dramatically into the crack between muscular buns. In short they were just hot!

Ben had been wearing pantyhose since he was a little boy, first his mother made him wear them, then his older sister would let him wear hers, even buying them for him sometimes. She didn't mind and found the idea of her younger brother all dressed up in pantyhose funny, as far as she was concerned it helped to keep him in his place. Any sign of trouble out of Ben and she could just let mum and dad know what he was up to, but she wouldn't tell his elder brother who would have kicked the shit out of Ben for being a little sissy pantyhose wearing faggot.

Ben's adventures in pantyhose as a teenager had always been pretty secretive and solitary affairs, apart from the fact that his sister knew all about it and even bought Ben his own pairs of pantyhose. Ben liked especially to sleep in a pair of pantyhose. Which pair he wore depended on the weather. In summer it was too hot really to wear anything, but in autumn, winter and spring Ben wore pantyhose most nights in bed, unless a friend was staying over. Discovery at school would just be the end of his life.

Ben's favourite pantyhose were light grey and made of a fine knitted woollen material. A seam ran from the waist band straight over his crotch, down between his legs and emerged, neatly dividing his buns, to the waistband at his back.

Ben could remember one night particularly when he wore these pantyhose. When he was sure that the whole house was asleep Ben crept out of bed to the locked trunk where he kept his stash of pantyhose. The thrill of rummaging around dozens of pairs of pantyhose was quite exciting in itself, let alone wearing all these beautiful pairs. Having selected that night's pair, he scrunched the grey woollen pantyhose up and rubbed the beautifully soft material over his chest and face, just to feel the fabric. He also picked up a skimpy black G-string that would be just enough to hold his equipment in place as a gorgeously smooth bulge in his pantyhose.

He jumped into the G-string and pulled it up tight so that the string disappeared between the cheeks of his arse and the pouch firmly supported his basket. Ben sat down on the edge of his bed and rolled up the right leg of the pantyhose to the foot and gently pushed his toes in, just in case he snagged them. The thrill of dressing this way was very powerful and he could feel his prick stirring in his thong, the fact that a guy wearing pantyhose was disapproved of just made the whole thing more erotic: the sexual outlaw in pantyhose was how he thought of himself.

Ben pulled them up over his calf and knee, the soft material caressing his skin with each movement. Then the left leg and Ben was now standing with the pantyhose half pulled up around his legs, all the remained was for him to skin them right up. A quick adjustment and he was done. Ben ran his hands over the fabric of his pantyhose covered legs, they felt great. A good snug fit, he could feel the tight material cupping his prick and balls and the taught seam disappearing between the cheeks of his arse. Wow it felt so good to be encased in these silky grey pantyhose, his dick was so stiff that the bulge in the front of his pantyhose had clearly swollen; pre-cum was ousing from the end his dick, slowly staining a small damp patch in the front of his pantyhose. But Ben didn't want to jerk himself off straight away, he fancied a bit of an adventure, a trip outside into the frosty moonlight night.

G-string and pantyhose was not going to be enough for outside as there had been a severe frost for several days. Some sort of warm costume was required.

Ben creaked the doors of his old wardrobe open an pulled out a thick pair of woollen socks, a thermal vest, a pair of braces, a fleece jacket, woolly hat and a pair of woollen gloves. Ben watched himself in the mirror as he put on his vest and clipped the braces on his pantyhose to keep them right up around his torso, just covering his navel. Next he put on some thick woolly socks.

Ben was not heavily built but had a muscular wiry body, like a dancer, which he wished he was, or a swimmer, which was his favourite exercise.

Standing silently in his moon-lit room, the semi-darkness made his reflection in the mirror look like another guy standing before him in pantyhose. The one thing more than anything else that Ben wished for was to meet someone like him who was crazy about pantyhose or at least someone who would understand his passion.

Ben thought to himself "You're pretty fucking hot, even if I do say so myself", he smiled and turned round to try and get a look at his butt in the mirror, his best asset he thought. "How could any guy resist me, I can't even fucking resist myself" as he dug his fingers deep into his pantyhose encased buttocks.

Next came a blue fleece top, it was square in shape and fitted a bit like a tunic, this gave Ben an idea; he belted it around his waist, with a thick leather belt, giving it a small skirt, no more than a couple of inches. The effect was great, just like a doublet, he looked like a medieval hero, a regular Romeo. The new look was completed with a pair of boots that came half way up his shins. Last, the black woollen hat and the gloves.

Ben admired himself once more in the mirror all he could see before him was this fucking gorgeous guy in woollen pantyhose, in a jacket and boots, he felt electrified and could almost have cum in his pantyhose at the sight.

A twirl 'for the cameras' and he felt ready to venture out, too cute beyond words, a gorgeous packet bulging at the front and a pretty pert bottom behind, just begging to be grabbed by someone.

Ben crept outside, silently slipping the lock on the basement door. There was a fine layer of snow a couple of inches deep, which lit up the whole landscape in the moonlight. Ben felt a delicious rush of cold air around his pantyhose clad legs, ooh boy this was going to be much better than he had ever imagined.

Ben sneaked away from the back door and ran through the snow to the gate at the bottom of the garden where lay fields and woods as far as the eye could see up the valley.

Running in his pantyhose was such an exciting feeling. Ben could feel the fabric stretch and caress his legs as his muscles flexed beneath. It was almost like having someone run their hands all over his legs. Ben pounded through the frosty night, snow squeaking under his boots, until he reached the farm track.

The view was brilliant the whole valley was bathed in limpid moonlight, Ben saw a fox skirting around the field edge, he felt a great empathy with the fox, a beautiful animal yet so persecuted. Right now standing under the moonlight Ben felt just as the fox and had a delicious feeling of anticipation, even a frisson of fear, least he be discovered. The very thought made him shudder, he felt his balls tighten up and butterflies play in his stomach.

Where to next? With the running and the cold Ben had lost his erection, but thanks to the G-string still had an impressive bulge in the front of his pantyhose. There was a Dutch barn a little further up the track where Ben decided that he would settle himself down in the hay.

At first it was dark but his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. He climbed up the hay bails till he was on top, about 12 feet from the ground. The hay was loose up here and Ben settled down in a half reclining position, the strong smell of straw filling his lungs. The hay was a little scratchy and Ben could feel the stalks prickling his legs and bum through his pantyhose. He looked down his legs and he liked what he saw, his muscles rippled exquisitely beneath his pantyhose. He could feel his cock stiffening, the past hours excitement had left him really full of spunk, it was just welling up in his balls ready to shoot.

Ben started to stroke his pantyhose covered legs with his gloves on gently massaging his skin, grabbing his bulge through the pantyhose and massaging his stiffening prick beneath the fabric. Each time his hands passed across his groin his cock bounced beneath his pantyhose in joy at his touch.

Ben shifted himself so that he could spread his legs and rest with his back flat on the hay, his legs up on a bail. This way he could rub his buns as well, massaging between his legs and stimulating his arse. This was almost more sensual than rubbing his crotch, one of Ben's greatest fantasies was to be fucked by another guy wearing pantyhose whilst his were pulled down just enough to let the other guy's dick in. He could just imagine the other cock sliding up his arse and shagging him in and out, his own prick spasmed in response to this thought and he felt a warm glow in anticipation of cumming.

Unable to wait any longer Ben took the glove off his right hand and hooked his thumb over the waistband of his pantyhose and pulled the front down over his crotch. With a flick of his fingers he released his cock from where it had lain constrained by the taught G-string. His cock bounced out and slapped against his stomach. The head was clearly glistening with pre-cum, which stained his fleece as his cock jumped out, leaving fine gossamer threads of sticky juice, which steamed lightly in the cold air of the night.

Grabbing his prick he started to slowly wank himself off. With the fingers of his left hand he probed between his legs, stimulating his arse, the feel of his fingers working there way up there filled his prick with spunk. He stopped barely breathing as he hovered in that ecstatic state just before ejaculation a prolonged silent orgasm. The slightest touch would have made his prick explode with spunk. Through shear concentration he managed not to cum this time so that he could enjoy his wank for a little more, though there was no doubt that on the next occasion Ben would be unable to prevent himself from spunking all over the place.

Changing position, he knelt on the hay with his legs slightly apart. It was a posture he liked to wank in as he could watch his cum flying off before him and it also pulled the pantyhose firmly over his butt.

Once more he seized his prick and began to rhythmically stroke it. With each movement he could feel his prick become even harder, it was ready to burst, the glans was just throbbing away. A few more brisk strokes and he would surely cum. He felt his scrotum tighten up and the juices were really ready to flow. A final rush and spasm, with a twitch his dick bucked in his hand, Ben knelt completely upright and arching backwards over his legs. Explosive relief - orgasm- prick and arse contracting, pulsating in unison with an eruption of white sticky fluid, the first drops shot several feet away to be followed by a deluge of slowly pumping and oosing cum. Ben squeezed his prick with each contraction, by the fifth or six he was exhausted and wasn't sure whether he was feeling pain or pleasure any more.

The last drop squeezed out and Ben licked the salty jissom off his hand and tucked his tender prick back inside his pantyhose. The warm glow was amazing, it was one of the best wanks that he had ever had. Ben drifted in the balm of post-ejaculation. He dropped to his side and lay amongst the hay bails chest heaving and breath steaming in the frosty air.

onovjnjqpuu@iiamjhvo.sm pdtibczdqnt@yfuowrjjbsmp.eu sovccbxk@zmfraa.ez yperzr@tcjxytqo.ru sucutpbkpbrqjrfri@hezjozkjp.yc ruevqamrndu@tguaxeg.ej qzjaiabkkugspws@peejhzqdcp.ik

Horoscope