Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2002 11:09:59 -0600 From: Paul Wilson Subject: Going Commando I used to do it a lot. I think the first time I thought of it was when I was around 5 or so. For some reason I wore my underwear under my PJs all the time -- why? Beats me. But I had a friend sleep over, and he took his underwear off before pulling on his PJs. That intrigued me, so I did, too, and I found I liked the feeling a lot. Much like going naked (which I did in secret sometimes). I never wore underwear under my PJs again. Sometime later I was in a rush to get dressed, and skipped the underwear and just pulled my shorts on. I noticed right away that it felt really good to be free that way. My favorite was the kind of shorts my mother always bought for me. They were loose and short, with plenty of gap in the legs for comfort. They were the kind with the elastic waist band to hold them up. They just felt super without underwear. I had plenty of room to jiggle around, there was nothing constricting me, and my penis head would rub on the soft fabric. That was my normal attire when I played around the yard, and especially when I climbed the support poles for my swing set and mom's clothesline. I had discovered the "tickle" I could get by climbing the pole and rubbing my crotch on it. Often if I had underwear on and had a chance to climb a pole for the tickle, I'd go behind the shed and sneak them off, then return to do it. I can still remember my puny little boner, and how much pleasure it gave me. I know my mother could see me doing that from inside the house, but it felt so good I didn't care, and in my young mind I figured she wouldn't know what I was doing. But a little boy hanging on a pole rubbing his crotch for 10 minutes, then dropping to the ground panting? She had to know what I was doing. I sometimes even did it when a friend was over. I figured they wouldn't notice. That's how desperate I was for my tickle. Then one day Robin asked me what I was doing, so I told him. I didn't know anything about masturbation, jacking off, orgasms, or anything; I just told him it felt really good to rub my thing on the pole, and I got this tickle that I liked. He was skeptical, but I convinced him to try it (we were 6 or 7 at this point). At first nothing happened, but then I could see a funny look on his face, and he kept doing it. After a while he got really intense, then stayed very still, holding his crotch against the pole, and got red in the face. Then he dropped to the ground panting. I don't remember what he said, but it was a very positive statement! We of course did that together from then on. It must have been a funny sight, with two little boys hanging from poles in the backyard, both humping like mad then dropping to the ground. We did it like that for at least a year, before I discovered the support poles in my basement that held up the first floor. They were pipes just like on my swing set, and I don't know why I hadn't noticed them before. Robin and I moved our daily recreation to my basement after that, so no one could see what we were doing. He and I had a lot of fun down there, I can tell you. One day I was playing in the backyard, probably in my sandbox, when Robin came over. He sat down and began playing, too. Remember about my short pants, how I said they were nice and loose? Well, after a while I noticed that Robin's eyes were glued to my crotch, so I looked down, and lo and behold, my little penis was sticking out of the leg of my shorts. The way it was gapping, I knew he could see my little balls, too. He said, very matter of factly, "you don't have any underwear on." I said I knew, and he asked why, and I told him because it felt good. He thought about it a little bit, and said he was going to take his off, too. He got up and went behind the shed, and came back. He sat down, and pulled his pants leg open to show me, and there he was in all his glory. We sat there a long time and compared equipment through our open pants legs, and eventually worked up to little boners. I don't know how long we were doing that, but it seems it was a very long time, as neither of us wanted to stop. We went behind the shed and pulled our pants down and touched each other, played sword fight, etc., and that was great fun. The funny thing was that though we couldn't be seen from my house, we could from the house next door, but that didn't deter us. That was the first of many, many "pull down pants" sessions I had with Robin. It became a staple of our play time, but we moved the game back into the woods after a while so we couldn't be seen. Sometimes in warm weather we'd strip naked and run through the woods, hiding behind trees and bushes. I'm positive we were seen, but that just added to the fun of the play. Anyway, that day, after a while of that, Robin and I had these little boners, and by then they were very sensitive, and Robin suggested we go down to my basement. I knew what he was getting at, so we pulled up our shorts and ran to the basement, and literally leaped onto the support poles and humped away. I remember it didn't take anywhere as long as it normally did, then after about a half hour, we both did it again. That's how aroused we both were. The funny thing was that Robin forgot to put his underwear back on, and left them laying in the backyard. They had his initials on them (a habit his mother had from day care where you had to have extra underwear in case of emergencies). My mother found them, and asked what Robin's underwear were doing laying in the backyard. I couldn't think of an explanation (at least one that I would tell my mother), so just said I didn't know. My mother just left it at that, thankfully. Over at Robin's house, as he was undressing for his evening bath, his mother noticed he wasn't wearing underwear and asked why. He was equally stumped, so just said he forgot to put them on that morning. His mother didn't say anything, either. But the next day my mother handed his mother his underwear, washed and folded. I don't know if anything was said between them, but the incident passed without any further problem. But Robin and I were a lot more careful after that. Our games with the poles were always done at my house, because Robin didn't have a swing set or basement, so no poles to use. Sometime when we were 9 or 10, I had a sleepover at Robin's (we did that a lot), and I made a remark about it being too bad he didn't have a basement with poles. Robin said he'd found something as good, and offered to show me. He whipped off his PJs and climbed on top of his pillow, and began humping it, much like we had been doing on the support poles. His butt cheeks dimpled as he thrust forward, and after a while, he stopped, just rubbing up and down just a little, and slowly. He rolled off his pillow with the usual flushed look on his face, and said, "See?" So I decided to try it, too, and it was very nice, and I got my tickle in bed for the first time. When I was done we both hopped under the covers without putting our PJs back on, which was the first time we had slept naked. It was really neat, and we played tickle games and touched each other's penises for a long time, until we fell asleep. We attacked our pillows again in the morning. So now we had another way to have our fun.