Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2002 11:09:59 -0600
From: Paul Wilson <paulwilson45@hotmail.com>
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.