Test Driven

OK, raise your hand if you've ever been here:
(Um, OK, um, me!)

Harold's fingers quivered as he opened the bag of panties. He saw the black teasers. Ohhhh. Then he spotted the pink ones...

It's safe to say that at that moment, Harold had never been so excited in his life.

He arranged the three pairs of panties on his bed, pink, black, white, left to right.

They beckoned him.

...His balls were aching. What was happening to him?

...

Harold didn't have a full-length mirror in his room. Above his dresser, he had sort of a half-length one that his Mom had insisted he have. Had he looked in a full-length mirror, Harold would have seen a fine, potentially girlish body. Slender, with slim hips and good, shapely legs. A fine bottom that was plump in the cheeks and tight in the middle. A general absence of body hair. Long, straight, naturally blond hair tied into a ponytail. Lovely, dark, large nipples... But at that moment, Harold didn't even look at himself. He was fixed on the black, bikini, see-through panties with tiny red ribbons along the waistband and leg holes.

...

Tags off, the panties were in their natural state. And so was Harold – naked and as rampant as... could be.

Harold held the panties in front of him and felt their cool caress on his naked popsy. Ohhh. He felt a thrill of sexual pleasure...

Harold removed the panties out of "harm's way," away from their friction upon his prick... But he just HAD to try them on.

He sat on his bed and, for some reason, pointed his toes as he slipped his right foot through the opening in the pretty panties. Then he slid the left foot in. Harold's legs were practically hairless, which made the voyage of the panties from his ankles to his privates and bottom a very smooth ride. Harold shivered as the wispy black treasures passed his thighs. He looked down at the waistband front's six tiny, red roses as the center two rosettes tenderly scraped the sensitive skin of his little ballbag. Ohhhh.

Pressing on, Harold eased his first panties to the top of his scrotum, then along the short, but tender length of his red, fiercely throbbing prick. With one ecstatic pull, he encased his bottom, prick and balls in gauzy, silky elegance.

Harold breathed deeply, closing his eyes and trying to regain some measure of self-control. When he had calmed a bit, he crossed the room to his mirror.

Harold was drawn to his own image. A pretty boy in black panties. The panties were so sheer that he could see his erect penis, which was so red and hot that it was almost burning a hole in the panties. He turned his back to the mirror and saw his pink bottom through the black gauze of the sweet knickers.

Harold's life was divided into the times before and after that moment.

He knew that things would never be the same for him...

Looking at his own bottom had him frantic with excitement. If he just petted his cock a little, maybe that would help. Harold kept his eyes on the mirror's lovely rectal reflection and softly slid his fingertips up and down the gossamer material covering his drippy, mushroom head.

An image flashed through Harold's head. Someone else, of undetermined origin and gender, a dream person, was stroking his penis through his panties. It felt wonderful!!! Then, in a flash of insight unparalleled in most lives, Harold realized that, any time he wanted, he could put on panties and, with little effort, find someone who would be more than willing to stroke his penis. And kiss him. Willingly. All day if necessary.

And that thought made him gasp, then cum until his beautiful first panties were filled with hot, sticky goo.

Harold's toes curled. His pretty nipples erected and he saw colors he didn't know existed. He saw himself as a sexual being for the first time in his life. And suddenly, his life was ablaze in possibilities.

As was his penis. His panties were simply DRENCHED with hot, sticky juices and, wouldn't you know it, his mother was banging on his door telling Harold that dinner was ready.

Harold croaked out, "I'll be there in five minutes, Mom," in a throaty, sexy voice he never knew he had. Had Mom noticed?

It's almost poetry. Thanks to Gingerfred Man.