My First Job.

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My First Job.The start of my apprenticeship. The earliest I can recall myself cross dressing was at the age of ten, I remember my little sister coming into the room and saying that I looked like mummy; I picture myself in a green mohair top and gray skirt trying to hide from her.What made me want to dress like my mother? I don’t know. She was a bit of a dragon and dad spent most of his time at work, but I suspect there was a sexual element involved. I do know that I had unwittingly discovered how to masturbate at an early age. When I was hiding while playing hide and seek with my friends and I needed to wee, I would keep pushing my willy between my legs to make the feeling go away. That feeling, however, was replaced by a pleasant sensation, and in bed I innocently discovered that if I tucked my willy between my legs and agitated my hips back and forth, that pleasant sensation increased to a very pleasant climax. Of course I didn’t ejaculate, in fact, one of my testicles didn’t drop until I was f******n. I remember my dad catching me on my bed thrusting my little bottom up and down with my little willy trapped between my legs. He gave my bottom a spank and that was the first indication I got that what I was doing bahis siteleri canlı was not socially acceptable. My second sister had just been born at the time which pins me down as being seven years old; so, I was masturbating at seven. When I was a naive young apprentice I was once swinging from a beam while chatting with Ted, a tradesman I got on well with, and he noticed the pink lacy pantie-girdle I was wearing showing above the waist band of my jeans. He asked what it was and why I was wearing it. Embarrassed, I told him what it was and said I was wearing it because when I felt between my legs it was lovey and silky soft; which was where my willy was tucked. The pantie-girdle had belonged to my girlfriends mother; I saw it on their bathroom floor while using the loo and stole it. Ted laughed and made light of my little deviation and said that if I let him have a feel, he wouldn’t tell anyone. I said OK and as there was no one else about, unfastened my jeans. Ted slid his hand inside and agreeing that it felt lovely and smooth, jokingly asked where my cock was. We got back to work but later that day while having a bit of argy-bargy lunch break fun, he asked for another feel, swearing that casino oyna the first time, he couldn’t feel a cock and joked that I mustn’t have one. I said, of course I had one, and again unfastened my trousers. Ted slid his hand inside my jeans again and agreed how lovely and silky soft it felt between my legs; but where was my cock? As he continued feeling, it became obvious where my cock was: it was beginning to strain the gusset of my pantie-girdle and Ted confirmed he had found it.What he was doing felt lovely and as I stood there enjoying it, the atmosphere changed and he asked if he could try the pantie-girdle on. I said yes, and we locked ourselves in the plywood store where I removed my jeans. Ted said I looked sexy in my pink pantie-girdle and had another feel. It was obvious I was enjoying it as my cock was literally aching to be released. He told me to take my T-shirt off and he took his trousers and underwear off, revealing a magnificent erection that was circumcised and standing straight up, unlike mine which stands out. He ran his hand over my bottom and said it felt silky soft and asked if I had any more pantie-girdles at home. I admitted I had a couple of pairs of my sisters knickers that canlı casino siteleri were lovely and tight, but that was all.Ted stood behind me and placed his cock between my legs, which I could feel pressing against my perineum, and reaching round, he pushed his hand inside my pantie-girdle and pulled my cock from between my legs and began fondling it against my belly. He asked if it felt nice, I said it did and he suggested I take the Pantie-girdle off and give my cock some fresh air.As Ted played with my cock he asked if I had ever felt another mans cock. I said I hadn’t and he asked if I wanted to feel his. I said yes, and he turned me round. His cock was bigger than mine and very hard but his glans was smaller. I took hold of it but wasn’t sure how or what to do. He asked me if I was going to give him a wank and watch him cum. I said OK, but I was a little awkward and after fumbling with it for a while, he took over, and leaning with one hand on my shoulder he furiously wanked away with the other until he ejaculated what seemed like gallons onto me and watched it run down my belly and into my pubic hair. Having flicked his last few drops of semen onto me as if I was an oily rag, he said it was my turn and that he wanted to see me cum. I started wanking but we heard the foreman shouting for us and I dragged my pantie-girdle up and quickly dressed; and me still plastered with Ted’s semen, we slipped out of the plywood store as if nothing had happened.

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