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A young boy gets caught in tights

written by Seamless at  on 17.05. at 02:08:58
One day I was home alone, upstairs in my room, when the urge to slip myself into exciting stretchy things came upon me. I had been home by myself for several hours, but figured I still had at least one or two more to go. I was 15, had never bought tights before, so I had to depend on my sister's supply that was gradually becoming less accessible (I was becoming much taller than her). I went into her room and began to look through her drawers, being careful not to disturb much--I didn't want her to realize someone had been there. After a few minutes of gently lifting stacks of clothes, I discovered a nice pair of opaque orange-yellow colored tights, and among other body suits a short sleeve ballet scoop leotard. I brought them to the bathroom, stripped my clothes off, then encased my naked body in those luscious tights. They were almost perfect, fitting a little tightly. The leotard was too small, but I forced my way into it. Because of the ballet cut legs, they didn't stretch up over the tights waist band. The tension from the super snug leotard made my maleness swell. I felt like leaping through the air--was this why ballet dancers have such spring in their motions, I thought whimsically. Leaving the bathroom I wandered about the upstairs rooms until I found a full length mirror. I began to look myself over, feeling silly, yet also excited.

Carpet soft foot steps suddenly approach, and the door behind me begins to swing open. Oh no! Before I could move, my sister entered the room unknowing of my presence. What was she doing home?? I quickly darted through the door near me, but too late--my sister caught a glimpse of me. As I dashed through my parent's bedroom, I could hear my sister running to catch up with me, yet remaining just out of view. I made a quick dart to the right after the bedroom, into the next bathroom where my clothes were, and quickly closed the door behind me. Before I could turn the lock, the knob had turned, and my sister was trying to get in. I was older than her and stronger, but she had the leverage of shoes on carpet--my feet were bound in nylon and easily slipped on the bathroom tile. The door was slowly inching open, and I could hear my sister barking something like "What are you wearing?? Are those my tights??".

Anxiety engulfed me. I was caught, she knew I had her tights on, but I sure didn't want to endure the embarrassment of a prolonged look from her. My maleness was tingling, and soon my greatest fear would be realized--being seen having an ejaculation while wearing tights. But somehow... someway... maybe sweat coming through the bottom of my feet, suddenly I had traction on the floor and enough leverage to get the door closed. My sister pounded on the door, demanding that I open the door. "Leave me alone" I shot back. "Are you wearing my tights??" "It's not what you think." "Chris, open this door, now!" What, was she kidding? Would I be so stupid? After a few minutes of arguing, she left. By that time, I already had the leotard and tights off, and quickly got my clothes back on. I opened the door quietly, and listened. It sounded like she was downstairs in the kitchen. I zipped into her bedroom, deftly folded her tights and leotard, then tucked them back where I found them.

When I came downstairs, I saw her. She looked me over, probably still having that image of me in her tights and leotard fresh in mind. "What the hell was that all about? Why were you wearing my tights??!!" "Darlene, it was just something that had been bugging me. I was curious, and had to find out. That's all. Nothing else. Everything is back where it was. Don't worry--I won't be doing that again. PROMISE not to tell Mom or Dad, ok?" She smirked. "PLEASE! Even if you do, I'll deny it and say you're just trying to get back at me after an argument. Let's both avoid embarrassment. Don't say anything." "OK... but you OWE me. Remember that!" I raised my eyebrows, then turned away. Heh... Owe her. Well, little did she know, but I'd be wearing her tights again for the next year without her ever knowing!

~Seamless~


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