Guys who wear lingerie can be real puzzlers to a lot of people out there. There are various reasons why guys like to get all dressed up in sexy stuff. Some guys just want to be a woman so it’s a means to provide some sort of close approximation. There are others who are totally gay and want to make it obvious they’re the femme member of a relationship. Then there’s me.

I don’t want to be a woman. I’m very happy to be a guy and I’m sure there would be a great many very surprised people if they knew what I like. I’m not gay, but I am very bisexual. I love women and I adore looking at sexy pics of women. Imagefap is a great source for all sorts of delicious woman of all sizes, shapes, and ages.

I grew up with two older sisters in the 50s and 60s, back when daily female underwear had the potential to be so sexy. As a kid hitting puberty, the New York Times Sunday Magazine section was an incredible source of pictures of good looking women wearing bras, panties, girdles, and nylons. I had many a JO session with that publication and looked forward to the annual lingerie edition. I also saw my sisters’ bras, panties, nylons, garterbelts, and girdles hanging about or in the laundry hamper; and I rarely missed the opportunity to fondle their things. These were the pre-pantyhose days.

However, that day when I was not yet thirteen sticks in my memory, when I first decided to try on some of their stuff. I was home alone for a couple of hours and I knew the hamper in the bathroom was a treasure waiting for me to explore. There before me was an adorable pink satin garterbelt with matching pink nylons still attached to the four tabs. My heart pounded when I pulled that out and held it up. My cock also pounded as well.

I couldn’t help myself and the next thing I knew I was naked and trying to figure out how to put the garterbelt and nylons on. Fortunately, I have always had good manual dexterity. Before I knew it I stood before the mirror with the six inch wide garterbelt, all tight and shiny around my waist with the four straps taught against the wonderfully silky pink nylons. I looked how nicely the garterbelt and nylons framed my raging boy boner that had very little hair on it. It was something automatic as my hand grasped my throbbing cock and began to stroke myself as I watched. I was in heaven, but I realized, if these felt so wonderful, then more would be better.

Sure enough, a bit of rummaging produced a matching set of panties and bra in very shiny pink satin. My hands tingled as I stepped into the brief panties and slid them over the nylons, up over my li’l round ass and covered my five inch cock. The bra took a bit more effort, but a few minutes later I was in a matching bra, panty, and garterbelt set feeling so incredible horny I thought I’d explode. I ran to their room and found my sister’s pink heels and slipped them on and began my first lingeried prance in front of their large bedroom mirror. It was incredible and I couldn’t believe how sexy I felt and looked. 

I just had to share this wonderful moment with my best friend from across the street. I fumbled with the phone and called Jimmy, my voice trembling as I spoke to him and told him to get over to my house as fast as he could. I told him I had a surprise for him. Jimmy and I had been experimenting with each other for a few years. We started out just being naked with each other. Then we began to stroke in front of each other. That lead to stroking each other as we sat close and practiced kissing. Our wet lips and tongues mashing and swirling as we milked each other to hot little squirts. I have to admit, I was the one to suggest we suck each other, which Jimmy jumped at the chance. There I was at eleven years old in 69, our naked bodies with our mouths sucking madly on each other.

 So as you can see, I was excited to have him come over. When he knocked at the door I let him in and shut the door behind him. He stood there gaping at me in my sister’s lingerie and heels. I took his hand and led him to the hamper and suggested he try on something. He pawed through my sisters’ clothing until he found a pale blue lacy garterbelt, nude nylons, and a white bra and panty set. He asked me to dress him and I eagerly accepted. As I did so, he told me that a few weeks ago he tried on his older sister’s underwear and loved it, but was afraid to tell me. I laughed as I finished dressing him and dragged him to my sisters’ room and jumped on one of the beds so we could see ourselves in the mirror. 

We spent the next hour in teen sexual bliss. We groped, squirmed, wiggled, ground, squealed, and whimpered as we got so incredibly hot and horny. The feeling of our nylons rubbing each other drove us wild. Feeling our silky pantied cocks grinding as our hands felt each other’s hot round ass covered in slippery nylon was more than we could stand. We both spurted our hot boy cream in our panties as we ground and kissed madly.  

We lay in each other’s arms and talked about how hot and horny wearing lingerie was. It made us feel so girly that it excited us. Soon our boners were all gooey in our tight wet panties and we eagerly moved into our familiar 69 position. We pulled aside our panties and swallowed the cummy hard cocks and were locked like that for ten minutes before we both exploded into each other’s mouth. It was absolutely incredible. I doubt it will surprise you that I was forever hooked on silky lingerie and at every opportunity I ‘borrowed’ their things and had wonderfully hot masturbation sessions. 

But my thoughts more often than not were on girls, not Jimmy’s pantied cock--which did figure in my sessions. I found myself sliding into a lifelong fondness for lesbians and the sex they must have with each other. A porno book called ‘Busy Bodies’ also helped with my fantasies as it was my first book that talked about girl-girl sex. I was equally hooked on that as well as lingerie. 

My fantasies turned toward being caught by my sister and her friends or being at their Girl Scout camp and being caught by the girls or the older female camp director. They would catch me wearing their things and would make me show them what I liked to do as they watched and got horny for me. I found myself looking at girls in Jr. High school, mentally undressing them, or looking up their skirts, and reveling in their underwear. I also discovered I loved all girls and women. Sure I loved to look at the beautiful and gorgeous girls and women, but I also developed a taste for average girls, plump ones,  and those my other guy friends would call ugly. I didn’t want to be a girl, but I sure as hell wanted to be around any of them. I desperately wanted to wear lingerie with them and have them make me squirt hard for their viewing pleasure. 

When I got older in my 30s I had the opportunity to play dress up with my now ex-wife. That evolved into threesomes and foursomes with husbands in lingerie and wives dressed and dildoing themselves while they told us guys to get each other off. That’s when I took on the mantle of sissy, when the women called us sissy sluts and other names that drove us wild. I never missed an opportunity to play with cocks, pussies, titties, or asses. I was very oral and not the least bit picky when I was dressed. So,  that’s how I became a sissy slut. I love wearing the lingerie in my photos, and I still get wildly excited.  

My current wife likes to dress me and her and we play together and have a wonderful time. She knows I used to play with others, but doesn’t want us to do that now. That’s one reason I don’t shave my body. She doesn’t mind me that way and has said she’d suspect me of playing with others if I did. 

Which brings me to another point. Some people need their sissies or cross dressers to shave. I don’t. There are some who prefer a hairy sissy because it emphasizes the situation. After all, there is nothing that shouts and proclaims more horniness than a masculine guy in slutty lingerie. While my wife dresses and plays with me, she doesn’t really understand why I feel the way I do when dressed. I’ve discovered that only another sissy, CD, or TV truly understands. Of those, it is only the few truly bisexual ones that really get it. When I’m on a chat I like to ping other sissies, but often they want a domme guy and not another sissy. Sigh. But then I do occasionally hook up with another sissy who feels as I do and we have a very erotic and kinky chat. 

I also know there are admirers out there that have their reasons for their taste. For these people I adore dressing up and showing off. That’s what drives myself picture taking and the pics I post here. I get horny knowing I make other’s horny just looking at my round pink pantied ass and my other parts. 

Anyway, I just felt like talking about where I’m coming from and am always interested to talk with other likeminded sissies like me.