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Slips, manties and more - Simon - 11-24-2025
It all started one day when I was bored and looking for a way to invest my savings. I searched the internet for all sorts of things until I came across an online shop that sold really cute and sexy briefs. I knew many such shops, but as a man, I wondered why such cute and sexy things were only made for women. When I looked at the website, I discovered that they offered the same sexy underwear for men. They were made from the same materials and patterns as the women's, but cut differently, which made them very comfortable for men. They called these briefs Manties, which was a fitting name. Out of curiosity, I ordered several to see how they fit and felt. I was blown away by how great they felt and how sexy they felt under my clothes. That's when the idea came to me: Why not open a brick-and-mortar store selling such items? I mean, it's a great product,
And not everyone would find it online, so why not open a physical store? I contacted the online company, and after some negotiations, we agreed on a deal with a few conditions, but overall I felt I would do well with the sales.
The next step was to find a vacant storefront in the right area at the right price. I scoured the entire city until I stumbled upon a space in the middle of a small shopping mall. At one end was a cigar and tobacco shop, and at the other, a fitness center. There was also a pet store, a beauty salon, and a toy store. A mall like that attracted all sorts of people, including men, women, and children. I quickly contacted the mall and learned that the space had been vacant for some time, so I was able to get a really good price. I signed a one-year lease and started planning what would go where.
I had worked in construction for most of my life, so I did most of the interior renovations myself. I placed a large order for underwear, briefs, and some other clothing items. Using many clothes racks, I unpacked all the items and laid them out in a precise order. I hung all the underwear on pink hangers and all the briefs on blue hangers. I also discovered that some of the underwear and briefs were available in matching sets for couples who wanted to wear matching underwear. These were also available in small children's sizes for families who like to wear matching underwear. These matching sets were hung on pink and purple striped hangers for women and girls, and on blue and purple striped hangers for men and boys. All the clothing for the whole family was placed in one section of the store, the women's clothing in another, and the men's clothing in yet another.
I worked really hard to get everything ready by February 1st so I could get off to a good start for Valentine's Day. I placed an ad in the local newspaper and handed out flyers with a modest 10% discount using the special coupon. Opening day arrived, and soon a few onlookers came in to check out my selection. I was disappointed that so few men ventured into the shop. After almost a week, I started to wonder if this had really been such a good idea. I was selling mainly to women, and some of them were buying Valentine's Day gifts for their husbands. As Valentine's Day approached, more and more men came into the shop looking for gifts for their wives or girlfriends. Some men found the manties exciting, others disgusting, but generally, they liked the idea, though not all of them bought them. As with any new business, you start to think about what you need to change and what you missed in the layout. In my case, I had completely forgotten that some people like to try on the items before buying them. At first, I allowed them to try on underwear in the restroom, but I knew I needed a better place. I remodeled part of the shop and built some changing rooms. Since I had to ensure nothing got on the clothes that would make them unsellable, I ordered disposable briefs and condoms. I placed discreet signs in each changing room reminding men to use a condom before trying on underwear and women to put on a pair of briefs before tying their panties.
Shortly after opening the fitting rooms, I had my first unusual experience. Just before closing time, a middle-aged man came into the store. I hadn't seen him before, but he looked like a perfectly ordinary man. He initially looked at the underwear, but soon noticed the underwear itself and began examining the patterns and cuts. He selected three different pairs and asked if he could try them on. I showed him the fitting rooms and told him to let me know if he had any questions.
He had only been in the changing room for a few minutes when I noticed the door open and him coming out. My gaze immediately fell upon his genitals, which were covered only by one of the sexiest manties I sold.
"What do you think of these features on me?" he asked.
“I… Um… Well… They really suit you,” I stammered.
He quickly went back into the changing room, and I ran to the entrance and locked it. Firstly, it was already after closing time, and secondly, I didn't want anyone else entering the store and seeing a half-naked man wearing manties. The changing room door soon opened again, and he came out with the second pair of manties.
"How about these?" he asked without hesitation, turning around so I could see his backside.
"Hot," I said bluntly.
Then he ducked down again and shortly afterwards came out with the third mantie.
"And these?" he asked.
"They look great too," I replied.
He went back into the room and shortly afterwards reappeared in the shop, in his normal clothes and with all three manties in his hand.
"So, which one did you like better?" he asked.
I smiled and replied, in order to sell as much as possible while also being honest: "I thought you looked great in all three."
"That's what I thought too, but I wanted a second opinion. I'll take all three," he said, smiling.
I looked him up and down and let him out of the store. I locked up and quickly locked the cash register. I ran to the restroom, and with the thought of his sexy cock poking out of his manties still fresh in my mind, I jerked off like never before. After I'd sucked myself dry, I thought that others might want my opinion on their appearance. I came up with an additional sign to let customers know that I wanted to give them my opinion on what they should buy.
Sales increased, especially for the manties. Men would come in, and after trying them on, they'd fall in love with them and simply want more than one pair. Some would ask for my opinion, but most of the time I had to give it to them without being able to see them wearing the manties.
Soon, couples started coming in and buying matching clothes. This led me to my second oversight. I noticed that several couples wanted to try on clothes together to see what they liked about each other. I quickly set up a family-sized fitting room where an entire family could fit comfortably and move around freely. Because of the size, I only set up one such fitting room, but I figured one would be enough.
I'd been working at the store for a few months when a sexy, middle-aged woman came in alone. She picked out a few pairs of clothes and went into the fitting room.
A few minutes later the door opened a crack and I heard her call out: "Could you please come here?"
I went over and asked how I could help. She opened the door wider and invited me in. Once inside, I saw that she was completely naked except for her panties.
"I just wanted to hear your opinion on which panties I look better in. These ones..." she said, turning around. Then she pulled the panties down and off, so I could see her perfectly shaved pussy through the sheer, disposable plastic panties. She pulled up the next pair of panties and turned around, saying, "Or these." Again, she pulled them down, and with her backside to me, I saw her shapely bottom as she bent over and pulled up the third pair of panties. "Or maybe these." She did the same with the fourth pair and asked, "Or how about these?"
At that point, I was probably already fuming with anger and wishing I hadn't decided not to pull my penis out of my pants in front of the customers. However, I had never intended to neglect the customers' needs. During the last panty change, I noticed she was getting aroused and wetting the plastic panties. I was so ready to lick her clean that if she even asked for sexual release, I wouldn't hesitate to attend to her.
I must have thought about licking her pussy for too long, because she looked at me and asked sternly: "So... which one do I look hotter in?"
I muttered a few things before showing her the pair I liked best. She thanked me as she got dressed. I looked her over, and she left, promising to come back and tell all her friends about this amazing shop. I just hoped all her friends looked as sexy as she did.
Since the shop was open for several more hours and more people were coming and going, I couldn't get home and masturbate until evening. I wondered what I could do to get more customers to show themselves to me in panties or manties. On the other hand, I had to be careful not to advertise too much, as that could give some people the wrong impression.
About a week later, a mother, an older teenage daughter, and a younger teenage son came into the shop. The girl seemed about 18, the boy about 13. He didn't seem particularly happy to be there. The mother and daughter acted as if they were looking for the right panties and didn't care whether the boy wanted to be there or not. I grabbed a chair and went over to the boy so he wouldn't look so embarrassed about being in a panty shop.
He thanked me while we chatted about various things. Eventually, he noticed the manties and asked about them. I answered his questions, and just as I thought he was going to get up to look at them more closely, his mother and sister finished and were about to leave. I watched them, and just as they were leaving, the boy turned around, smiled, and waved goodbye. I didn't give the situation any more thought until he reappeared a day or two later. It was early afternoon, so I assumed he was on his way home from school. He walked shyly into the shop and began examining the manties. He told me he liked them, but he wanted to know how they felt when he wore them. I told him he was welcome to try them on, which made him smile.
"Make sure you put on a condom before you try them on. I don't want any stains on the clothes," I told the boy.
“I… I… I’ve never used one before. How do you put them on?” he asked.
"This could be interesting?" I thought.
I decided to simply teach the boy how to put one on. I took him to the family changing room, along with all the manties he wanted to try on. I showed him where the condoms were kept so he could do it himself next time.
"First, you have to take off your pants and underwear," I instructed him.
He did it while I watched. He had a beautiful, 12-centimeter-long, thin penis that stood out from his body like a flagpole on a skyscraper. I felt myself getting hard as I looked at his almost hairless penis and testicles. I showed him how to open the package and how to unroll the condom. I leaned forward and rolled the condom over the boy's glans. He giggled softly as my fingers lightly brushed against his penis and testicles. I started to roll it down over his glans, then I let him do it.
so that he could learn to do it himself.
"Good. Now you can try on a pair of manties." "And if you leak pre-ejaculate or semen, they'll stay clean," I explained.
He took a pair and pulled them over his throbbing penis. They barely covered his erection and looked somewhat uncomfortable. I told him it might be best if he came so his penis would empty itself. That way he'd get a better idea of what they normally felt like.
The boy looked at me, confused, and said, "I don't know what you mean." Can you show me?
I nearly exploded in my own pants when he asked for masturbation instructions. Trying to be as professional as possible, I told him I'd try to teach him. I took his young penis between my fingers and started rubbing it. He began to moan softly as I increased my speed. Luckily, it was quiet and no one else was in the store. I paused, placed his hand on his own penis, and told him it was his turn. I watched as he awkwardly fumbled with his penis and testicles until he figured out how to stroke himself. I watched closely as his hairless testicles bounced and his shaft slid between his fingers. He closed his eyes, and with his head back, his stroking became faster, and his moans grew louder. I placed my hand on my rock-hard penis and rubbed it through my pants. I stroked my penis just as hard and fast as the boy had stroked his.
The boy's hips began to move forward as his breathing became heavier. He continued to moan until his testicles ejaculated their semen through the shaft and out the tip, filling the condom with hot boy semen.
"That was incredible," I thought. "I actually got to watch this boy ejaculate his first load," I thought as I pulled my hand away from my own precum-covered cock.
He opened his eyes and became slightly embarrassed when he saw me watching him. "Sorry," he squeaked.
"No need to apologize. Now your penis goes down and you can try on the rest of the manties. Have fun, but keep the condom on until you're finished. Then you can take it off, clean your penis, and get dressed before you leave the changing room," I told him.
"Okay," he replied.
He stayed in the changing room for a while while I attended to other customers. Finally, he came back out and placed a pair on the counter to buy. He put the others back in their place while I ringed up the sale. He told me he liked most of them and would save his money to buy more. As he left, I reflected on how I had not only sparked a young boy's interest in manties but had also taught him an important lesson about masturbation.
Time passed, and there wasn't much excitement. I wondered if all the guidance and help with the purchase decision was over. Then it happened. It was great fun. It was Friday evening, and I was just about to lock up the doors. A family of four walked in. The man was in his late thirties. His wife seemed to be in her early thirties. They had two children, a 16-year-old girl and a 14-year-old boy. Both children were wearing shorts and T-shirts, and the two adults were decently dressed. All four of them looked good; the children were slim but muscular. They all looked around and started chatting when they saw what I had to offer.
The girl was the first to notice that I sold matching panties and underwear for the whole family. It wasn't long before they started choosing matching family items. I heard one of them say, "I wonder how they fit?" I quickly replied, "I have a fitting room. I also have a family fitting room if you all want to see how they look on each other." They looked at each other and smiled as they told me they'd love to try it on. They made their selections, and I took them all back to the family fitting room. I explained the plastic panties and condoms and that they were only there to keep the merchandise clean in case they didn't want to buy the items. They appreciated the thoughtfulness and knew that what they were buying would be clean. I told them that if they needed anything or wanted my opinion, they should just let me know.
A few minutes later, the woman poked her head out and asked if I could give them my opinion. I locked the door and went into the changing room to see if I could help. I nearly died when I walked in and saw the lovely family completely naked except for their panties and manties. The women had incredibly hard nipples and very firm breasts. The men both had rock-hard penises pressed into their manties.
The man spoke first. "Do you think I need a larger size?" he asked.
His condom-covered glans was pushed out of the top of his manties, as if searching for a hole to climb into. His large testicles were visible through the crotch of the floral fabric. He slowly turned around, giving me a good view of his small but very firm buttocks. My penis must have grown from 7.5 cm to 16 cm in a matter of seconds.
"Well, I think they fit well because they cover your buttocks. The biggest problem, pun intended, is probably that your penis is hard. I think if you were soft, you'd be able to judge how it fits better," I explained.
Before he could say anything, the boy asked, "Is that my problem too?"
Then he slowly turned around so I could see his handsome boyish bottom, covered by the same flowered mantie. His sister moaned softly and erotically as his backside came into view, which made me wonder just how close-knit this family was.
“I think you’re right,” I replied, clearing my throat.
"So, I think we all love this set if we can just find the right fit. Could you maybe help us?" the father asked.
My strong desire to close this sale was at the top of my list, so I quickly replied: "You could masturbate if you want. Or..."
"That's kind of boring. Do you have any other ideas?" he asked.
“I could… Um… So…”, I said, licking my lips.
He quickly understood, pulled down his underwear, and freed his rock-hard, completely shaved penis. He twisted his hips back and forth, so that his penis slapped against his hips.
"Are you talking about a blowjob?" the father asked pleadingly.
"If you want that," I announced.
He sat down on the chair, spread his legs and said, "I thought you'd never ask."
I leaned forward and lowered my mouth to his condom-covered glans. He groaned hotly as his wife moved closer to get a better look. I had just started sliding up and down his cock when I heard the girl ask her mother a question.
"Mom, can I help Brad with his problem?" the girl asked her mother.
"Do you want to give your brother a blowjob?" asked the mother.
Giggling, the girl replied: "I thought he could put out the fire in my pussy. If he wanted to."
"It's fine for me if it's fine for him," she replied.
“Sure,” Brad said quickly, as he took off his manties.
The girl pulled off her panties and then her plastic panty liner, so I could see her super-smooth, freshly shaved pussy. My head was bobbing up and down at record speed now because I wanted to see brother and sister fucking. My eyes were fixed on the two young teenage siblings fucking each other, and my lips were wrapped around their father's cock. I wondered what would happen next. I was sucking so hard I was about to pull the condom off his hard cock. My head was bobbing up and down constantly, and my fingers playing with his balls made him moan.
The brother-sister fuck show had turned into one of the hottest porn sessions I'd ever seen. The girl was bent over the seat of a chair, and her brother was fucking her pussy from behind. I could see his balls slapping between her legs with every hard thrust. They both moaned as he rammed his hard 6" cock into his sister.
"I'll be right there, sis," groaned Brad.
"You'd better not come before I do, little brother!" she blurted out.
He shifted his position slightly and found just the right spot to thrust into her even harder. Her moans grew louder as she begged him to come faster.
"Well, exactly. Yes!!! Fuck me. Oh yes!!!" the girl shrieked.
Brad thrust hard and fast, and I knew he was about to fill the condom with sperm. I was right, and a few seconds later his ass tightened, and his cock slid as far into his sister's pussy as it could. I knew that by the time I saw his cock again, the condom would be full of sperm. Shortly after Brad came, his father came in my mouth. That sperm was also collected in the condom.
I pulled my lips away from his shaft, and Brad withdrew his condom-covered penis from his sister's vagina. Both were filled with warm semen. I had barely released my lips from his penis when his wife entered. She grabbed his condom, pulled it off, and ejaculated into her mouth. Then she turned to her son and did the same with his condom. Not wanting to be left out, the sister took control of her father's shrinking penis and began sucking all the remaining semen from his shaft and balls.
Then she licked him clean, including the outside of his testicles. Then she turned to her brother, took his now limp penis in her mouth, and sucked it clean. They all took a tissue and cleaned each other up. They threw the tissue, along with the used condoms and plastic panties, in the trash. They all got dressed again, grabbed some panties and underwear, and went to the counter. "We'll take these tonight, but we'll come back next week to get more," the father said as they paid.
I let her out and quickly locked the door. I almost broke my leg trying to get back to the changing room. I grabbed tissues, used condoms, and used plastic panties from the trash and started touching, playing with, and smelling each one. I slipped each used condom onto my throbbing cock and started stroking myself until the condom was also filled with my own semen.
I pulled it off and drank my own semen from the same condom my mother had used to celebrate a feast just minutes before. That night, I masturbated twice more at home before falling asleep. If this became a weekly thing, I wouldn't wonder if the fun was over. If I could just get a little action during the week, everything would be fine.
I didn't have to worry for long, because the following week a group of four teenage girls, aged between 13 and 16, came into the store. They must have been friends of the girl who had come in with her family, because after they had picked out some panties, they asked if they could use the family changing room. I let them in and went back to my other customers.
A few minutes later, a girl opened the door and asked me to come in and give my opinion on something. I agreed, and since no one else was in the shop, I thought I'd just tell them how sexy they all looked in their panties. I was shocked to see four sexy little girls, all naked. Two were lying on the floor with their knees raised and legs spread, and the other two had their heads between their legs, licking their vulvas.
One of the girls on the floor looked over and asked, "So, which couple seems to be having the most fun?"
"I think you're all having fun," I replied.
The other girl on the ground looked over and asked, "May I ask you something else?"
"Sure." I replied, bobbing my head up and down on the pussy in front of them.
"Do you want to try each of us and tell us whose sperm tastes better?" she begged.
"If that's what you want," I said, struggling to keep my hard cock in my pants.
They each sat on a chair, and I started at one end and moved to the other, licking, sucking, and swallowing as much semen as I could get. They must have already come, but as soon as my tongue started playing with their clits, they each gave me a special load of their semen right down my throat for me to taste.
They all tasted great, but there was one cute 13-year-old whose semen tasted slightly better. I gave them my answer while they got dressed. They kissed me and left me hard as a rock, so I had no choice but to jerk off. They each bought a pair of panties and promised to come back.
I'm not sure if I enjoy selling panties, making money by making people happy, or experiencing so much sexual excitement in the changing rooms more. I just hope the fun doesn't end too soon.
End