My Brother's Panties

Greg's cock was feeding me shot after shot. I collected all of it. When he was empty I tried to pull his cock back into my mouth for a couple of final sucks. He wasn't game for it and stepped back saying, "Pretty good blow job, Kevin. This is going to be a fun year."

I can't say I was as pleased as Greg. Yes, I came and there is no such thing as a bad orgasm. However, it was just sex. There was no sense of emotion, or sensuality to it. That night we fucked each other up the ass. It reminded me of two dogs letting their hormones control their genitals while their brains were elsewhere. Greg was happy and I was registering firsts.

On campus, I was noticing both the guys and the girls. Even though I now officially had cock, I still had an overwhelming attraction to women. Seeing a sexy woman still aroused me, while the guys were just cocks.

Sex with Greg was every night and it was getting very mundane. As luck would have it, Greg dropped out of school after the third week. He said it wasn't for him. When he was all packed up and his parent's car was loaded, he came back up to the room for a good-bye blow job and I gave it him. I was actually glad he left.

That night I took out Jamie's dildo and panties for some long overdue self-pleasure. It was so much more fulfilling.

Wearing Jamie's panties, I started dancing to the tunes playing in the background. Watching myself in the closet mirror, I found the sight of the tight panties silhouetting my cock to be intensely erotic. My dancing became more suggestive. They image in the mirror was really turning me on.

The more I danced, the harder I became. My hands never touched my cock either. They somehow knew it was more seductive to trace its outline through the panties in synch with the music. They caressed my ass and nipples suggestively, stopping short of direct stimulation. It was the pure sense of lust that was making me rock hard.

Picking up Jamie's dildo, I moved closer to the mirror and began to caress and lick it. I slid it down my chest, across my nipples, and began to rub it on the outside of the panties against my straining cock. I was watching myself the whole time; the image looking back at me a slutty whore.