I've been into shoes & nylons since I was about 8 years old. I was in a school play and to my horror found that I had to wear black tights and ballet pumps. Dress rehearsal was looming and one of my classmates, Jane Cooper, a girl whom I thought the world of arrived at my house after school with the aforementioned tights & pumps. Look after them I was told as they were her own. This fact changed things in my mind and after waving her goodbye I raced to my bedroom shouting down to my parents not to disturb me as I was learning my lines for the play. I stripped off completely and battled for about fifteen minutes getting the tights on. Then on went the shiny black ballet flats and at that moment I observed my cock starting to expand all by itself. WOW! I rubbed it gently for ages and finally got a wonderful feeling as it twitched and jerked, nothing actually coming out of it but that was good enough for me.

I got through the dress rehearsal relatively OK but when the big night came (it was at Ilford Town Hall with the Mayor and other dignitaries as guests of honour) I was virtually glued to the spot unable to move due to the rather large lump between my legs. Fortunately the lights dimmed and I was able to move about without too much trouble.

When it was over I started to hatch what was probably my first ever devious plan. I had no intentions of returning Janes tights or flats. At school the next day she asked for them and with a put on look of shock I said that I must have left them on the bus home after the play. She was not happy, but I was, and a couple of days later she told me that her mum was not going to ask for them to be replaced. I remember using them to "feel good" for many months afterwards until I outgrew them. I never threw them away but they were lost when we moved to Kent a few years later.