Men in Panties

was a teen when i first wore panties. my moms friend spent the night and when she was bathing, i looked in her room and saw her panties on the floor. i put them on, so soft and silky and i got so hard. i came so fast rubbing myself. have always enjoyed wearing and still do to this day.

I just love the feel and comfort of wearing panties. Women have the best ideas when it comes to tight fitting fabrics that caress you all through the day. I’m straight, but love these panties.

I am a 68 year old ex marine and I love wearing panties. I have worn them all the time since 2015. I even wear them to doctors appointments. I like people especially women to see me wearing panties. It really turns me on to know that a women just saw my panties. The reaction on their face is great. I hsve asked women in stores to help me find a certain size or style they think it us tor my wife until I tell them that they are for me. So is there more guys out that the same as I do to show off that you are wearing panties. I am very anxious to talk some guys that like to show off their panties.

I wear panties under my Jean’s most days and I love it. The only times I don’t wear panties is at work, where I feel it would be totally inappropriate because of the setting of my work (I work 3 days a week, full time hours). Panties are so much better, feel so much nicer on my skin.
I think it all started when my sister who is 5 years older than myself, would sometimes force me to wear her dresses when we played together when we were children, our mother would tell her off when she caught her but it happened a few times.
I don’t fully understand why I love it so much but I think this is what has caused me to want to wear panties and female clothes.
I really enjoy how feminine lingerie feels and looks on me.
I experimented with my sisters underwear when I was late pre-teen a couple of times and I remember it was very arousing although I didn’t masturbate at the time. When I was about 7 years old we once played a game where she got undressed and said I could touch her anywhere I wanted, I didn’t understand what was happening at the time and only remembered this much later in my life, it never happened again as we were interpreted but not caught before much happened. I have never told anybody about this and still to this day haven’t spoken with her about it, I suspect that she thinks I have forgotten about it as we were so young.
Later I experimented with my mothers underwear in my late teens and again I immensely enjoyed it, I felt very guilty about this at the time and I still don’t know if they found out about it or not as I was never questioned about it.
There was large gaps between these experiences, I didn’t cross dress again until my mid 30s and in a relationship with my girlfriend. She isn’t into lingerie and I was probably a bit frustrated by this. After many attempts at trying to get her to wear sexy panties I decided to go to a well known retailer who are famous for their lingerie and bought a red satin push up bra with matching thong suspenders combination and stockings. I remember being very embarrassed, standing in line to pay for my goods but I loved every second of it. I couldn’t wait to get home so I took my lingerie to the men’s department in the same store and picked up a pair of trousers to pretend to try on but I actually put on my lingerie In the stall, put on my clothes over them. I felt so ecstatic, horny and aroused but I stopped myself from masturbating but only just. I don’t drive so I wore my panties and bra home on the train, bus home, I even had a pint on two in a bar, aroused the whole time.
I told my girlfriend about it that same night and I am very thankful that she was very understanding, I couldn’t bare the guilt of hiding my fetish from her. She became my fiancee shortly after and is now my wife.
I have a large and diverse collection of panties now and wear them any time I possibly can without causing myself or my wife embarrassment. I like High leg, Shorts, Bikini, Brazilian cuts in satin, lace, silk, nylon, mesh. Probably Lace or mesh are my favourite materials. I love suspenders and stockings (sheer but never fishnet) and have matching sets. I still visit the same store but I shop on line as well, it depends how brave I’m feeling, that and the rush of being in a place and buying things that most people would say I shouldn’t. If I could put that feeling in a bottle, cigarette or syringe I’d probably be a hopeless addict (or a billionaire). The thrill is intoxicating, my heart hammers in my chest and my blood pumps so fast I feel almost giddy when I shop in store picking up the most sexy panties I can find. Thankfully I have a head that can tell me when to cool off. I’ve spent quite a bit of money on my panties but I budget pretty well so it would never be a problem. I’ve recently started to buy other feminine clothes but my wife doesn’t know this as I only dress up properly alone. I know this is a powerful fetish. I will never be able to stop wearing women’s lingerie and I don’t want to but I will never let it control my life.

On a family trip, after the third day I ran out of tightywhites and my mother suggested I wear a pair of my cousins panties…they were extra ones and clean. I paused a lot and later put them on……loved them. I been a panty wearer since and now have added bras, nightgowns and anything I can get away with….As a widower, I now wear whatever is not obvious, from shoes to hat and everything in-between……I have one whole drawer of panties and bras….I only got caught once when I wore a shirt, with the buttons on the wrong side, and someone noticed!….

I had a minor bad incident when I was in middle school. Believe it or not, but during afternoon gym I had too clean up the boy’s and girl’s locker room. Which was surprisingly messy, (the girl’s locker room.) But as I cleaned the dressing area I noticed a pair of panties on the ground. I didn’t know who they belonged too but was really curious at the time, coming into my own at that age, so looking around I quickly undid my pants, and took off my briefs, (lame tighty whities,) and slipped on the panties. They felt comfortable, and I couldn’t believe it at the time, nor did I know what was happening, but I had, had my first ever erection. But funny thing about these things, is that when you’re young… Well, let’s say I never learned to properly pay attention to my surroundings… Or in any case knock. I had only just heard the showers turn off, and the curtains draw open as a gang of recently showered girls had just emerged from showering, and… Well to spare the details, the next moment, I was being dragged out of the locker room, by a sopping wet upper classmen, wearing nothing more than a towel, and me, still wearing only my shirt, and the panties. Too make matters worse passing period had just rung, and everyone was watching her drag me through the halls, too the office. Catcalling ensued, as we marched on but whether it was directed at me or her, was the least question on my mind. As we reached the front office a few teachers, and staff were wondering what had happened. She then told the entire story all the time I’m standing there, trying to pull my shirt as low as possible, while everyone is giggling, laughing, or else gossiping about my choice in underwear. After much needed info my parents were called, and… It only gets worse from there. The only funny thing being, is that throughout that entire time, they never told me too change my underwear. It took me several hours to realize I was still wearing the underwear. Which is funny cause as punishment they sent me too my room, and left to enjoy their evening out, no babysitter. I think they were too mad to realize that. But as I sat their looking at myself in the panties I only began too notice the details about them. The way they felt against my cock was quite exhilarating, and out of curiosity, I got up too look at myself, and was surprised to see that I looked cute in them, I then saw the bulge, and out of even more curiosity began too rub it, until… I had discovered a lot about myself that day, and although I felt bad, maybe even a little dirty, I went back the next day a little bit ashamed, but happier. It followed me up until graduation, but during that time, I was picked on, and respected, and continued too wear panties from then on. It was funny too. Cause the girl’s in the locker room incident, followed me throughout my remaining years, and even they became curious to a point on men wearing panties. At one point I even dated one of them, in which case she enjoyed my life choices, and even though the relationship between us never lasted, Everytime I saw her after a recent breakup, she always commented on their taste in underwear as boring, and their service in sex as…. I’ll let you us your imaginations here.