I have been wearing pantyhose since I can remember, and it wasn't long after that when my mother first caught me posing for the mirror in a pair of her beige, sheer-to-waist Whisper pantyhose. That experience remains with me to this day, and is the reason I still love to wear pantyhose, and not much else, in the presence of pretty women whenever I can.

Cocksuking too, came at an early age. A friend was sleeping over in my bed with me when I felt something long and hard pushing between my buttocks. Every chance we got after that we would suck each other's cocks to full orgasm. As we grew older his penis became quite large, whereas mine remained petite. I could then suck him for hours, on my knees, both my small hands wrapped around his emmense shaft, my mouth moving methodically over his bulbous knob until he ejaculated forcefully down my throat.

After that, there was very little he had to do for me. I'd lay back, and he'd dangle his enormous schlong in my face. I'd suck his spent member as I played with my tiny erection, and squirt within seconds, moaning piteously.

He was away often, and I'd satisfy myself in his abscence by wearing pantyhose and masturbating. To intensify and extend the experience, I'd tie my little cock and balls up tightly with a stocking, gathering them up in the nylon of my pantyhose to form a small pouch, testicles and penis bound sternly apart. Then, I'd slip into tall pink pumps with bows, and short frilly pink camisole, and parade around the house all day teasing myself.

Oddly enough, I was dating girls at this time, and it was frequently their pantyhose I was wearing on my frolics. These thefts became known eventually, and one summer's day I was confronted by a group of recent girlfriends. They had intended to take me by surprise, but everyone was shocked when they discovered me in the family room, fully decked out, standing prettily, while daintily jerking myself in front of a big screen TV, which was playing a gay porno movie at the time. Which is probably why I didn't hear the girls come in the house...

Stunned, I continued to masturbate helplessly, gasping at the huge cocks on the screen, and glancing wide-eyed at the young ladies watching me, their mouths agape. It wasn't long at all before shrieks of teen-girl laughter drowned out the grunting faggots, laughter which bcame uproarious when I squealed softly and little jets of jism leapt from the tip of my fiendishly bound cockette.

When my boyfriend returned from his travels it didn't take long for him to adjust to my 'dressing up' while I sucked his big cock. He had also been dating girls, so he wasn't taken aback when I eventually introduced him to some of the girls I knew.  He did wonder why they were so giggly, but he figured it out fast when I dissapeared and returned ten minutes later wearing pantyhose, high heels, a too-short petticoat dress, with my little dicklet trussed up in ribbons and bows

I remember that evening well. I took his huge erection in my hands, and then in my mouth, as the girls watched in amazement. They taunted me as I sucked his long fat penis, and encouraged me to 'take the whole thing - and suck it dry!'. Taking it all in my mouth was impossible (I hadn't learnt deepthroat yet) but sucking him dry was easy ecstasy. I gazed at the jeering girls as he finally erupted in my mouth - and then I came with him - hands free. The girls loved it.

We've all kept in touch over the years and still get together. More big cocks and more pretty girls have joined the party, and a few more sissies like myself. But that's for another time. Before then, I must tell you about my college years, which were wilder by far...