When I was 12 my older brother's girlfriend moved into our house. In particular into the room my brother and I shared. I was now sharing a bedroom with a busty cute 15yo girl. It was every young boy's dream cum true!

One day I opened up her panty drawer and held up a pair of her panties and studies them. Like most young boys I'd peeked up girls' skirts because we were told not too so there must be something to see. At this point I don't belive seeing them had made my heart skip a beat.

Staring at Karen's panties (which were just simple cotton full-back panties) I thought they were cute but again my heart didn't skip a beat.

One day before showering I saw a pair of her panties in the laundry hamper. I remember rubbing my cock where her pussy had been and this got a reaction - the thought of my cock touching my pussy.

This was the pattern for the next while - me wrapping her panties around my cock and jerking off. Then one day a thought popped into my head and my life changed forever.

If my cock felt good with my cock wrapped in them maybe I should put them on? Which I did. 

I now stood in front of my mirror in nothing but a pair of panties and rubbed my cock imagining how good she must look in these panties and how nice my cock felt against that fabric. It flicked a switch that I've tried to turn off over the next 40 years but to no avail.

By my early teens I was spending every day wearing panties and jerking off. Over time I would add her bra, then skirts and dresses, leotards, lingerie, sleepwear and swimwear. I was never happier than when doing this and my desire came to do it with every pretty girls wardrobe I could.

Karen had an older sister Cheryl (16) who was even prettier. Sometimes Cheryl would come around and they would go to the beach and Cheryl would leave her change of clothes at our house and I would get the chance to wear her bra and panties. Sometimes they would come home change and go out again and I would get the chance to wear her bikini.

My wish was to somehow have them know what I did and that I longed to hang out with them wearing their clothes. I dreamt of them jerking me off in their panties or letting me dry hump them asses whilst we both wore panties.

And that was what got my dick hard. I wasn't interested in going out with girls and touching their pussies or fucking them I wanted their panties - that was when my fun would start. But how do you tell pretty girls you don't want to see them naked or touch them or fuck them you just want to wear their panties?

That became my dilemma. All this pent up lust and no real outlet.

So I became a real panty perv. I raided every panty drawer and laundry hamper I could access and had quite a good stash. I spent many hours down the beach perving on girls in sexy bikinis dreaming I was with them wearing a bikini or that they were going to a house I had access too so i could wear them.

Knowing that what I was doing was not 'normal' my desires turned towards admonishment for my behaviour. 

I longed to be caught and have the girls punish me. I dreamt Karen found my stash and gathered all her girlfriends together and they made me put on the panties and parade around fo the girls. I figured a guy's dick shouldn't be able to fit in panties and started to wish girls would mock me for having a small penis. Finally, after one day finding a vibrator in her panty drawer, I wanted the girls to shove a dildo up my ass while they asked me if I was a fag?

I guess this was just my mind tying to figure me out. 

This went on for four years until Karen and my brother moved out. I so wanted those experiences and I have never been able to move past them. Pre internet I spent all my time out perving trying to see girls panties and perving at the beach.

Post internet I've spent countless hours wearing panties and masterbating to all the things I longed to see but I still long for that personal connection to indulge my panty fetish. 

I long to have access to a group of girls who will allow me to have panty fun with them and my mind always gets trapped with the thought of a Sorority - beautiful young girls, cash strapped, who would let me have access to all those sexy outfits.