Life as a nerd could be tough at times. During my time at school, college and university, computing had been my main interest. So, when it came to getting a job during my university course, I ended up as a computer technician in a local school. Shockingly, being into computers and gaming didn't really attract the ladies. I only lost my virginity a few months ago, just before my 21st birthday. Women just weren't really that interested in me. I always thought I was nice guy with average looks. I was around 5ft 7 and stayed fit with my love of sports. I had blonde hair, a little beard and a perfectly average cock. Yeah, I didn't have a six pack or anything like that, but I also didn't have a beer belly. I wasn't interested in going into nightclubs, I just wanted a quiet drink in the pub. I didn't have a massive friendship circle and often found myself enjoying the company of people older than me because we had similar interests.
I suppose there's one little thing I'm kind of missing out of this story. And that was the fetish I've had since the age of 16. As a younger lad, I became fascinated with women's underwear. Bras, panties, stockings, bodysuits, anything that looked sexy and was made for women I was all over. By the time I was 18, I had amassed quite the collection of lingerie. I probably owned more lingerie than I did men's underwear. And I loved wearing it, the different materials, styles and everything in between had me hooked.
When I had my 19th birthday, I was pretty much wearing panties daily. Being careful around the house, I had to hide them in my drawers and could only wash them when my parents were out of the house. I still had no interest in men, but I spent a lot of time checking out women's assess as they went by, wondering what their underwear drawer had in it and what they were wearing now. Leggings were amazing, I could follow someone all day if their panties were on show through the leggings. And it's fair to say that any money I received off family for my birthday went straight on panties which meant I had to think of lies I could tell when people asked what I'd got with the money.
Over the next few months though, my interests in what porn I watched started to change. It first happened when I was watching a regular online porn movie of a girl giving a guy a blowjob. This girl was amazing and was called Daisy Taylor. She looked incredible and loved to suck dick. It was only when I came across another video of her online, that I noticed she seemed to have something hidden away inside her panties. I found another video of her getting fucked and watched as her hard cock bounced around completely hard.
This piqued my curiosity and I started to research anal sex. It was only then that I learned all about the pleasure men could receive when experimenting with anal play. So, I continued to watch different videos and ended up watching a lot of trans porn. Trans porn quickly led to gay porn, and I discovered Austin Wilde and his website. I couldn't resist subscribing and soon I was watching all sorts of different men fucking each other and I couldn't get over just how much they were enjoying it.
Seen as though I still lived at home, buying sex toys wasn't a possibility so the best I could do was a finger or the end of a hairbrush. And very quickly I started to realise just how good it could feel. So, when I was watching porn now, I was often imagining I was the one being fucked by another dick whilst my own hard cock bounced around in front of me. I didn't download any dating apps because I feared seeing someone I know or somebody finding out I was on there. Hooking up with random strangers was out of the question because I couldn't accommodate, and I'd only just passed my driving test and didn't have my own car yet.
Anyway, one weekend I was laying around in bed watching TV. I was dressed in my jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of pink lace cheeky panties on underneath. Then I heard my dad calling me from downstairs, telling me I needed to come down because he needed to ask me something. I got up, quickly checked that I wasn't flashing any of my panties above my jeans and headed off downstairs. 'What's up?' I asked when I got into the living room and sat on the chair whilst my mom and dad sat on the sofa. I'd always been close with my parents, being an only child meant I'd always had their attention and I'd like to think they'd be proud of the adult I've become.
'Steve's having some computer problems.' He told me.
'What kind of problems?' I leaned forward as I awaited more information.
'He said he's got internet problems and then a problem with his actual PC,' he said.
'Okay, does he need me to pop round and have a look?' I'd known Steve since I was younger. Him and my dad had been best friends since they met at work about 20 years ago. So, he was always around at family barbeques and parties.
'Ideally today if you're free?' My dad said, 'I can drop you off in a couple of hours and Steve has offered to pick you up because your mom and me are going out for tea.'
'Yeah, that's fine with me. Just give me a shout when you're going.' I got up and headed back off upstairs to go back to watching TV. I jumped in the shower and had a good wash. Even though I never had anal sex, I'd gotten into a habit of giving my ass a good wash to make sure it was clean. That way, I was less likely to need to wash my panties after every wear. A couple of hours later, I heard the shower going in the bathroom and assumed that it was them getting ready to go out. And then shortly after, I was called downstairs because they were getting ready to leave the house.
I jumped in the back of the car as my dad set off, making the short detour to Steve's house on the way so I could sort his IT problems out. Only when we were halfway there did I remember that I hadn't changed out of my panties. And I didn't have my belt for my jeans which meant the waist on them was quite loose. I was going to have to be extra careful to make sure I don't get caught out. We arrived at Steve's house about 10 minutes later. I jumped out the car, made sure my t-shirt was tucked into the back of my jeans and approached his door. I knocked and Steve quickly answered.
'James,' he smiled when he seen me. 'Come on in.' Steve was probably in his late 40s, he might have been in his 50s at a push. He was around 6ft2, both arms covered in sleeve tattoos, a body like me. You could tell he went to the gym and looked after himself, but he wasn't hiding a six pack. He was bald with a big thick beard which was well groomed. He was dressed in just a plain white t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts when he opened the door. Steve had always been single as far as I could remember. He moved aside as he let me into the house before he gave my parents a wave and they drove off.
'So, what's gone wrong Steve?' I asked.
He laughed, 'in my life or with my computer?'
'We'll start with the computer; we might have time for your life later, but I'll have to charge for that kind of chat.' I laughed back at him.
'I'm not sure what's happened. The internet keeps going off so I'm not sure if it's a dodgy router that's causing the problem. And I've noticed the PC itself is making some strange noises.' He led me through towards his office.
'Okay, well I've brought some bits and pieces so I can have a look. Hopefully we'll be able to get it sorted.' I'd brought different cables with me so I could try a few different things to try and find a solution.
When we reached his office, the room was remarkably tidy. There wasn't anything out of paper and nothing on the desk other than his PC. Considering her worked from home most days now, he must be a serious clean freak. 'Am I okay to leave you get on with it? I'm not much use if I stick around,' he said.
'Yeah, of course. I'll give you a shout if I need anything,' I told him and he turned and left the room, leaving me to it.
After he'd gone, I got to work. I quickly found out what the problem was with his internet. And that wasn't something I was going to be able to fix for him. I hooked him up with an ethernet cable so he could work online for now, but he would have to contact his provider to replace his router. The next problem though, I couldn't get my head around it. There was clearly a connection problem between the PC itself and the power. But I couldn't figure it out. I managed to sort out the noises it was making my fixing the fans inside the PC. But the power now just kept cutting out every now and then when the PC was turned on.
I was on my hands and knees under his desk when I heard footsteps coming down the corridor and into the room. 'James, can I get you a.... oh my,' I heard Steve stop in his tracks.
'Everything okay?' I turned and looked up to where he was stood.
'Erm... yes. Your underwear is hanging out above your jeans though. Interesting choice I might add as well,' he said with a little chuckle.
