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Till sat in his house, alone, staring at the bag in front of him. The bag just had some bottoms, there was nothing to be afraid of. Sighing, he picked up the bag, drank a cup of water, and then walked to his room.

No one was going to visit him anytime soon, he had all the time to himself, and he could finally do it. He had been hard all day, just thinking about it. About the feeling, about the bottoms, about everything.

He got to his room, locking the door just in case, and turned around. Throwing the bag on the bed, he picked up the towels he had gotten earlier and started to place them in front of his floor-length mirror.

The bag lay on the bed until he started taking the clothes out, just a simple blue, school girl-esc skirt he had taken from the Mathematik set, and then a pair of panties. Not any panties, a pair of bright red, lacey, panties. He held the items in his hand for a while, before he took off his pants and briefs, putting them on the bed.

He slowly slid on the panties loving the way that they felt on his legs, and then eventually trapping his hard cock. His breath hitched slightly as he got them on, and he started to pull up the skirt. He turned to look at himself in the mirror, and his knees nearly buckled.

He looked so pretty, in such a delicate skirt, with such a rough face. If he pulled the skirt up enough, he could see the edge of the panties start to peek out, and he smiled at the sight. It felt so good, he couldn't believe he hadn't gotten over his nerves and had just done this before.

He moved over to the mirror, and sat down on the towels in front of it, on his butt, with his legs spread and up. He let out a low moan when the way he sat made him realize how full his bladder was. He had put the towels down for a reason after all, and made sure the clothes could be put in the washer.

He'd been drinking water all day, preparing for this for the feeling of having a full bladder. He smoothed the skirt down over his thighs and smiled at the way it crumpled down and fell over the panties.

Slowly his hand found his lower stomach, and he lightly pressed against it, groaning at the feeling. As he applied more pressure, he felt his cock twitch in the panties, and he looked at himself in the mirror. His mouth was slightly open and he was panting, whimpering occasionally at the pressure of his bladder.

After a few minutes, he couldn't take it anymore, and he let his legs spread further for a better view. The panties already had a dark spot from his pre-cum, but he wanted to see the fabric completely soaked.

He whined, and then started to apply more pressure and let himself go. He watched and moaned as the panties turned a dark red, slowly being soaked in his pee. They were starting to stick to him and his thighs, some of the pee getting onto the skirt and dripping down onto the towels underneath him.

He kept pressing even after there was nothing left, groaning at the way the wet fabric felt, sticking to his cock. He reached his hand down to trace over the outline of himself through the panties, whimpering at the feeling of wetness and pleasure.

He didn't want to take them off, it felt so good, but he needed to actually touch his dick. He sat there for a bit, breathing heavily and lightly tracing the bulge through the wet fabric before he had an idea.

Slowly taking off the panties and savoring the feeling of them sticking to his thighs and legs, he put them in his right hand, before slowly wrapping his hand, and the panties, around himself. His head tilted back and he let out a deep moan, the soaking fabric feeling like heaven around his cock.

He moved his head forward again so he could watch himself in the mirror, slowly pumping his hand up and down. He moaned as he started to move faster, his legs twitching and eyes closing for a moment. He didn't want to miss anything though, he needed to cum so badly, he needed to watch it happen.

He bit his lip as he felt himself get closer, the heat in his lower tummy growing by the second. A few more pumps of his hand with the panties and he was cumming, moaning, and grabbing onto a towel with his free hand for stability. He kept moving his hand up and down his cock, trying to ride out his orgasm for as long as possible.

When he finally finished, he had to lean back to catch his breath, panting and still feeling the small waves of pleasure. He slowly peeled the panties, now soaked with both pee and cum, off of himself, and set them down next to him. Some of the cum had gotten on the underside of the skirt, and a bit was on the mirror. Chukling himself, he got up, took the skirt off, and started gathering everything to clean up.

The panties were used more in the future.