Panty fetish queer among us!
Panty fetish boy is getting sloppy. Some time during gym class, a startling discovery was made in the boys locker room. A pair of panties was found by the coach in one of the lockers after a routine inspection. It came to no shock that they had cum in them. Boys will be boys, after all. But it was where the cum was shot that caught coach’s eye. It was in the front. Almost like it had been shot by a male wearing them rather than merely jerking off to them. And there was something even more interesting about them. When the coach called you into his office, you feigned ignorance. He held up the panties and you denied having ever seen them. He brought up the recent cum stains on the front and you deny that, too.
Then he held up the tag that had the name ‘Crystal’ written on it.
“Tell me. How many guys on the team have a sister named Crystal?”
“That doesn’t prove anything,” you shout nervously. “S-someone could have stolen them from her at school.”
“Perhaps. It’s only a matter of asking her if her panties are all accounted for. Something tells me that the ones at school if any will be, but at least one pair from home will have mysteriously gone missing recently. I particularly nice pair, too.”
You visibly start to sweat as the coach smiles slyly.
“Please don’t say anything to crystal.”
“And why wouldn’t I do that?”
Coach isn’t shy about what he wants. He doesn’t even wait for an answer. He just leans back in his chair and pulls out his huge, hard cock. You fall to your knees, knowing what you must do next in order to keep your secret. Cum eating is the fate of every fag.
It’s only a matter of time before you get caught. You might as well call my phone sex line and admit to your dirty, panty-thieving deeds.
