memories

I was reading the paper the other day and saw this article about a Canadian Air f***e pilot who had murdered a couple of girls, but the best bit for me was the fact that this guy had an undie fetish and there he was in all his glory and a pair of stolen bras and pants!! The bulge in the pants looked interesting too, I would certainly have enjoyed investigating that!! He's going away for a minimum of twenty five years for the murders so I bet he'll be popular inside, plenty of opportunity to investigate his feminine side. Another photo in the article showed all of his collection, all of which were stolen - WOW - all those spunk soaked gussets. He was one avid collector. Slowly wanking a now hardening cock the article took me back to my late teens and the first time I saw a guy in undies. I was a solitary lad and took to going out alone at night, sometimes stopping off for a quick pint but mostly just walking and having the odd fag. I frequented a large municipal park where there was an area of over grown flower beds and shrubberies. The area was a warren and sometimes used by tarts to see to their clients, along with courting couples and one or two voyeurs, which I suppose included me. The park also had toilets that were frequented by gays, but I hadn't progressed to visiting those yet and in those days they were just called queers. It wasn't in the gloom of the evening, but on a Sunday morning that this event took place, but I will never forget it. A football mactch was playing in the main park area and one or two people were around walking dogs or just enjoying the park on a Sunday. My favourite area was pretty deserted though and I strolled along the secluded paths lost in obscene thoughts. I turned a corner and there he was, right in front of me. The guy was maybe forty, short and stocky and he was holding a mack wide open. He was wearing a navy blue bra, no pants, but matching suspender belt and stockings. I was transfixed by the sight of his cock and balls. His cock was short and very thick with a large purple helmet, the foreskin pulled back by several thick rubber bands and it was very, very hard. he had no pubic hair whatsoever and his balls were a deep red also with elastic bands straining the skin, his balls looking like those of my friends boxer dog. We stood facing each other for perhaps a full minute, I wanted with all my heart to reach out and feel the guys cock, but it was more than I dared do. A cheer from the football match broke the spell and the guy quickly wanked his cock and shot a great stream of thick hot spunk in my direction, and then he was gone. The problem was I knew him, he was a bus conductor and I knew where he lived or at least which street. I thought about things for a day or two and then made up my mind, I would approach him. I did, the next day, I rode up along side him on my bike and just said simply, hello. He was suspicious, he wanted to know what I wanted. I told him I wanted to be friends and then a little sheepishly that I would like to see "him" again. Back at his flat, well a couple of rooms over a shop, I got to see his cock once more and I showed him mine. Peter my new friend, held both our hard cocks in his one hand and wanked them together. I came quickly and covered his bollocks in my spunk, hot and thick. I stood awkwardly as he sucked my cock and balls clean and licked the cum off his fingers, the first time my cock had ever been sucked by anyones never mind a man. That night we went to the park together and hid in a spot Peter showed me. We watched together a young tart suck off three older guys, one after the other without rubbers for two half crowns each and then wanked each other off as we did many many times after that.