This little epistle has nothing erotic in it besides the discussion of our “boys” that love to wear panties.In my my long held opinion, based on n...arly 60 years of wearing panties, that this is how we should define what is known as a panty boy. If you disagree with my opinions please feel free to comment regardless of how long you have been defining yourself by your desire to wear panties.First and foremost a panty boy does not restrict himself to panties only. So if you love all things female. He pushed open Laura's bedroom door quickly so it wouldn't squeak. He stepped inside, slowly and quietly to be sure not to step on anything. Mike slowly edged his way towards Laura's bed. It was as if he was drawn in by the smell of her cherry pussy. Mike sat on the edge of Laura's bed and put his hand down on top of hers to wake her. Laura looked up startled she almost screamed but stopped herself just in time. "God you scared the shit out of me," she scalded him. "Sorry," Mike apologized,. Blow your load in my panties. Drop your nasty mess in my dirty, dirty panties. Go on you naughty boy, bust that big nut in my panties. Empty these big balls of all that hot cum. Make my panties all messy you dirty boy. Go!" Then with all her nasty talk rattling around in my head, I took one more giant sniff of the panties under my nose, and my balls tightened under her mercilessly teasing nails as one of the biggest loads of my life cannoned out of the swollen head of my cock. The first big. Beth stumbled to the side and flopped onto her couch, gasping, where as I backed up against the still open door panting hard. Neither one of us said a thing, just stared at each other. At that moment, my buddy Dan caught up and stuck his head in the door before I even noticed he was there. He looked at me, then Beth, both of us looking disheveled and red faced, before he spoke. ‘Hi, my name is Dan and you are?’ He asked ‘B..Beth’ She stammered, still looking at me. ‘Very nice to meet you, looks.