One morning my penis was bursting out of my shorts. As soon as I pulled it out it took on a life of it's own. My boner was throbbing up and down, an... back and forth all over the place. I half expected it to start speaking to me. If it could it would have said,"Stroke me." Which is exactly what I did next. With two pulls from my right hand I was witness to an eruption of volcanic proportions. If the juice had poured out any harder I would have gone airborne. I sat there stunned watching. Using the same trick as I learned on the bra I soon hadthe garment in place.Sitting down I selected the grey stockings and with some trial and error,finally slid them up my legs and attached them to the garter tabs.Standing up was a surprise, when the garter straps pulled tight.At this point my movements were pretty mechanical. Although the underwearwas definitely not that of a man, my mind figured it was just clothes.Almost like acting I had convinced myself. All that changed with thepanties.I. "Oh! Stop! Stop! It hurts. Hold it still for a minute." After a minute, it felt better so I told him to push in just a little farther. Again, he pushed, then harder and harder until I felt it move in a little farther. "Stop! Stop! Hold it there for a bit." We kept doing this for a couple more times when I began to feel that the head was getting past the tight spot. Then, as he pushed, it slid in easier and farther with a lot less effort and without any more pain. Then, I relaxed. I. The comings never meet the goings.”“How long is it?” Darren asked.“Never been down there,” she said. “Two, maybe three miles. They have a loading bay hidden in that big truck stop by the state highway. No one has even sniffed it.”“This is way bigger than us,” Chuck said. “You really want to do this?”“Yes, and here’s how,” Holly said.When she was finished explaining her idea, Melissa laughed and applauded, high-fiving fellow vet Darren, while Chuck said, “That might be the coolest, most twisted.