In the morning as I was jerking off again I got a call. It was Pete. “What the fuck. You didn’t break up with her?” I told him I couldn’t. I love her, and I’m not even sure it was true. He told me where he lived and told me to come over. I’m not even sure why I did. He didn’t really ask, just kinda said, “Dude, come over here.”
He place wasn’t far from me and when I got there he told me to have a seat and then went off to his bedroom, he came out and threw something at me. I realized quickly that it was balled up panties. Ashley’s balled up panties. The same very sexy panties that I pushed to the side to eat her out before she left last night panties. I couldn’t help myself as I brought them to my nose. They smelled like her and were still a little damp. He said sorry man, but I told you. I don’t remember what else was said for the rest of the time I was there.
He definitely told me I needed to break up with her, but when I was back in my car I realized I still had the panties in my hand. I put it to my nose and I was hard again. I started driving, but at the first red light, they were in my face again. I was rock hard and needed to let my cock out. I unzipped and let it out. I instinctively wrapped the panties around my cock. It felt so good. It was a struggle to get my cock back in my pants to walk up to my apartment when I got there.
As soon as I was in the apartment, I stripped down. Smelling the panties as I jerked and edged myself. Then I slipped them on. Not sure why I did, but I needed to feel them. The lace hugged my cock and the string went up my crack. God it felt good. I came right then and there. Then I felt disgusted, and took them off.
It was probably about 15 minutes later that I started thinking about them again. And a minute after that I was walking around my apartment in nothing but the thong panties.
Later in the day I got a call from Pete asking what my apartment number was. I told him and asked him why, but he had already hung up. I went to change out of the panties, but there was a knock on the door so quickly that I only had time to put sweats and a tshirt before answering the door. It was Pete and he said he needed the panties back. I asked him how he knew my apartment building was and he said he dropped Ash off here before(yeah, he called her Ash).
He told me to go get the panties. I told him to wait here, and I’d go get them. I went into my bedroom and closed the door. I took the sweats off and the door opened with Pete saying he didn’t have time for this. He stopped when he saw my ass bent over in the thong and said “oh.” He said something like “I see. Whatever man, I need those back though” I waited, thinking he would leave, but he didn’t. He said Ashley was coming over and wanted them back. I took the panties down and I saw him smirk at my small cock. He took the panties and left before I even finished getting dressed.
A couple days later, I got a call from Pete telling me to come over. I tried to argue with him and tell him no, but it was no use. Soon I was over there and he had me standing in the middle of his apartment in a pair of Ashley’s panties and bra that he had her leave. Pete told me he had already seen me in the panties, and that he’d tell everyone if I didn’t listen. He commented on my nearly hairless ass and legs.(It was only in the last 10 years that I started growing hair on my legs, ass, chest, and face.) He put me in a bunch of positions and commented on my body. Then he asked me questions. Was I gay? Did I like thinking about them having sex? Finally, he was like, DO you want to watch us fuck? No. Yes. No. Yes, very badly.