Both of us were ready for what we were about to enjoy, both obviously hard as a rock.  I know I was.  With that he stood, took his shorts off, sat back down on the lounge and not being modest in any way, released his erect cock from the side of his underpants.  I don’t think he could’ve waited any longer, it looked angry!  He had placed a box of tissues between us on the lounge and nodded towards them.  Oh, OK, that was obviously what I was supposed to use at the end, instead of his mother’s gorgeous nylon full briefs.  With that he gently wrapped the briefs he had around his erect cock and started a slow, rhythmic stroking.  I certainly wasn’t going to be left behind and followed his lead.

Pure heaven, I’d not experienced the feel of a heavier type of nylon fabric, learning within time of the different types and fabrics that women prefer to wear.  Learning my favourite types of intimate apparel, of different brands, of my favourite women I came to know and what I might find in their collections.

 But back to that day.  The second pair of full briefs he told me to bring to the lounge room?  We were long-time good friends, where he now became the master and I was his pupil being introduced to the ‘Mystic Art of Soft Fetishism’.  He indicated for me to follow his lead, placing the second pair of briefs over his head, with the inside surface of the panty back panel over this face, the tactile experience of that gorgeous fabric in full contact with his lips and nose.  With that he sat back, I could hear his heavy breathing as he was transfixed into absolute ecstasy with the panties, breathing through the fabric, licking the inside surface of the panties, the slow gentle rubbing of the other pair along his hard cock.  It didn’t take long as he slid the panty briefs from his face, careful to see what he was doing, removing a tissue and spurting his cum into the soft paper.  I wasn’t long after him and what began for me on that day were some new experiences that have taken me through decades of women’s underwear worship.  I have him to thank for so much as the years went by.

I looked forward to the times when we could meet at his house, left alone to our evil ways.  There were times when he’d let me take home a treasured souvenir, where once again I was to learn the proper method.  Always go to the back of the drawer, go to the bottom, taking a very old pair of briefs that his mother had long forgotten and would never notice them missing.  His mother’s underwear in the laundry hamper was a different matter.  Again, don’t cum into them, but unfortunately, we can’t take any of them.  These were garments she was wearing on a regular basis and pretty sure she’d notice if something disappeared.  I also loved it when she had purchased new underwear and, hopefully without her knowledge, we were able to introduce them to eager young, hard cocks.  Of course, the arrangement was reciprocal, I was able to present him with one or two items of my mother’s silky briefs or panties.  When the occasion arose where we could be together to enjoy those items we now ‘owned’, there was no need to resort to tissue paper of course, we got to fill those items with as much hot cream as we ever wanted!  Within time we became quite comfortable together, no modesty whatsoever, just two lads in mid-teens quite happy wanking into women’s panties, briefs and slips in front of each other.

More later, I'll try to write some more soon.