Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 02:47:38  0000
From: nundw <nundw@eudoramail.com>
Subject: No Underwear

I started going without underwear right around the time I turned 11.
I tried it the first time after seeing a friend pulling down his
brown cords and revealing that he had no underpants on while we
changed for a swim.  When we got back dressed, I did so without my
underpants and thought it felt really good.

A few times after this I would go up into my room and remove my
underpants and pull my jeans up again, often getting a semi erection
as I did so.  I instinctively knew that my parents would not approve
of me not wearing underwear, but it was more comfortable without, and
secretly breaking the rules along with the novel sensation of fabric
against the skin of my penis and buttocks made the act quite exciting.

Once summer rolled around I would often wear shorts, sometimes they
were loose cotton shorts or little adidas "sports shorts" or cut-offs
made out of my worn-out old jeans (this was the mid 70s after all) I
concluded that since cut-offs were sometimes used as swim wear and
since that no-one (at least then) wore underwear under swimming trunks,
that it must be OK not to wear underwear with cut-offs.  SO I started
doing just that.

It was more comfortable that the clinging briefs with their
uncomfortable elastic banding. I came to anticipate the feeling of the
denim against my skin and often got erections while pulling up the
cut-offs (or jeans) but they would soon go away once I zipped up.

Although it was by now a fairly frequent habit, it was never routine.
There was always a surreptitious sense of doing something that, while
not exactly bad or wrong, was at least subversive.

(One time later when I was 12 my mother did catch me in the act of
pulling up a pair of jeans with no underpants on.  Luckily I was
facing away from here and she only saw my rear and in any case by then
I did not get erect as often by then just for pulling my trousers up!)

Also I tried doing it with my other shorts.  Once I did that I was
hooked.  I loved the sensation of the cool breeze on my penis and the
freedom of it swinging free.  Best of all these shorts for "going
without" as I called it were nylon soccer-type shorts.

Of course my concern was that it would be easy to see up the loose
shorts and see my penis. But since the sensation of wearing these shorts
was particularly pleasant, so whenever I thought I could get away with it
(and also had the opportunity) I would remove my underpants and put the
shorts back on.  I recall doing this several times when having to cut the
grass for instance.

I enjoyed the varied sensations of wearing loose cotton shorts and
tighter cutoffs and jeans so much, that I at one time or another tried it
with every pair of shorts or trousers I had.  A particular pleasure was
the occasional new pair of jeans.  These were rougher feeling than the
more worn ones and somewhat more roomy as I was expected to grow in to
them to some extent.  The extra roominess (the style was for tight fitting
jeans at the time) allowed some jiggle room for my penis and some more
rubbing of denim against buttock and foreskin than older, tighter pairs did.
Also the new stiff material against my skin felt particularly good, always
giving me an erection when I pulled the jeans on.

One day when out playing with another boy, I saw the fly of his jeans was
part way down, and instead of white briefs, I could see skin!  I told him
I could see he had not underpants on, and when I could see he was embarrassed
told him that I didn't either.

We went to a private spot in some trees and exposed ourselves to each other.
We both got hard right away.  I was aroused by the sight of his small hard
cock (his was maybe 3 inches long and thin) and from the sight of that
hardness emerging from the open triangle of his jeans.  We rubbed our dicks
together which felt really good.  I wanted to do more but that seemed to be
all he was interested in.  After a while his erection went down, and I
zipped my still fullyerect cock into my jeans.

(At this point I should mention that I was already an enthusiastic
masturbator.  I had discovered that pleasure the previous winter while still
10.  My penis was still small (likely less than 3 inches at the time of
discovery) and I was incapable of any ejaculation, but well capable of
intense orgasms.

All that year I had fumbled inside my pajamas playing with my penis (I never
wore underpants with my PJs, and in my experience this was typical of the
time.)  I remember vaguely being aware of masturbation but not of orgasms or
the details of how to do it.  I do remember though the night when my
stimulation fell into a sufficiently rhythmic method to induce my first
orgasm.  On subsequent nights I repeated the achievement and refined my
technique. From then on I masturbated nightly, always in my bed.)

By the end of the summer I was almost 11 1/2 years old my penis had started
to grow (but only to  a little over 3 1/2 inches or so) and so did my
already high level of enthusiasm for (still dry) orgasms.  The added
stimulation of my now part-time independence from underwear led me to
masturbate in new and exciting places.

The first time I did it other than in my bed was while riding my bike while
wearing a new pair of jeans.  The rubbing and jiggling aroused me and after
riding a mile or so with my dick sometimes fully hard, sometimes semi-erect,
I stopped and found a convenient island of trees & shrubs in a field.

I did it kneeling on the ground, my jeans unzipped and unbuttoned sagging
halfway off my thighs my midriff exposed to the open air. I remember my
penis being almost painfully hard, and reaching orgasm very quickly.

After this masturbation was no longer a solely night time activity, but one
that I sometimes performed in any place where the opportunity presented
itself: bathrooms in train stations, at school or even in a canal long boat,
the school gymn equipment room, swimming pool changing booths (indoors and
out doors), a sheltered rock out-cropping on the coast of Normandy, two
building sites, a WWII anti-aircraft site, a barn and any available
woods/shrubbery sufficiently large to provide a fair amount of privacy.

(Partly due to a lack of privacy I continued to occasionally masturbate in
secluded wooded areas until well into my teens.)

Generally it was a quick operation, if primed I could often reach orgasm in
a minute or less, if drawing it out up to 5 minutes.  Another thrill was to
on a few occasions strip naked in some of the more secluded places.

On holiday I swam to a small rocky island a few dozen yards from a French
beach and, out of sight of the beach, clambered on the rocks naked. The
nudity itself was not intrinsically sexual, but the excitement and
sensation of the air against my body would give me a semi-erection at
first. I enjoyed climbing around on the rocks with sunlight and sea air all
over my body. Of course if it was private enough to walk around naked it was
private enough to also masturbate! So after a few minutes I found a nook in
between some boulders and jerked off naked in the open!

Another time I recall running around naked in my back garden in the middle
of a summer night.

When school started again I had the first opportunity to wear my school
uniform without underpants.  IT was the typical English school boy outfit.
Shirt, tie, sweater, grey shorts with elastic "snake" belt, long socks,
black shoes, cap, blazer.  The shorts were very, very comfortable without
my y-fronts and with their longer length than my other shorts were not as
"dangerous" to wear.

The problem was that on 3 days a week we had p.e. or swimming. I did not
want to be the only boy in the changing room who was not wearing underpants
so I always wore mine on those days.  On the other days I often would have
any underpants on under my grey shorts.

On one of those days I went to a friend's house after school.  We were
alone in the house sitting on his bed.  All of a sudden he asked me if I
ever didn't wear underpants under my clothes.  I suppose he must had a
glimpse up my shorts, or had peeked at me standing at the urinal at
school. I told him I did that sometimes and wasn't wearing any
at the moment.

He looked at my crotch for a moment and then suddenly reached out a
hand and groped me.  I spread my legs and let him feel me up.  I got
hard almost immediately and he played with my penis through the fabric
of my shorts.  I reached down and undid the clasp of my shorts, and he
unzipped them and took myvery stiff little cock out.

It was still less than 4 inches long (I wasn't quite 12) and there were
no pubes yet.  He expertly started to masturbate me.  The unfamiliar feel
of his firm grasp felt incredible.  I writhed on the bed for a minute or
so before having a huge orgasm.

After a minute or so, my shorts still open, I reached over and gently
felt his crotch, I could feel his penis in his shorts like a small iron
rod.  I undid his shorts and he pulled them and his under pants down and
I saw his dick.

Like me he was uncircumcised and his penis was a little smaller but a bit
thicker than mine.  Justthe sight of his erection was enough to make my
dick hard again.  He pulled his shorts and underpants off and then pulled
his shorts back up.  I felt him through the shorts for awhile like he had
done to me before wanking him off.

We lay on our sides, facing each other, playing with each other's dicks
and balls for a while.  He suggested we take all our clothes off.  Quickly
we were naked, standing in the middle of his room staring at each other's
bodies.  Both of us were hard and excited, ready to orgasm again.

He stepped toward me and pulled me against his body.  Our stiff little
cocks were pressed against each other and our bodies.  The feeling of his
soft smooth skin against mine was unbelievable.  I was in heaven.  We
stood like that for a long time caressing each other's bodies, feeling
each other's smooth warmth.

Then he said 'lets get in my bed'.  He pulled back the duvet and I got
in, he climbed in on top of me so we were laying front to front.  He
started to hump me, grinding his boner against mine.  My hands caressed
his back and buttocks.  When he thrust forward so did I, pressing our
little boners together. He started moving on me faster and faster.
Then he told me to turn over, and lying on oursides, he put his penis
between my butt cheeks and started humping me from behind.  I squeezed
my cheeks together and I could even feel his penis pulsing when he had
his orgasm.

We switched positions with me lying on top of him, face to face again.
I started humping him and was so excited I climaxed almost immediately.
We lay there in each other's arms for while, staring at each other's face.

All of a sudden we were kissing, when I felt his lips against mine and
then his tongue on my mouth I got hard again.

We had sex after that several times our techniques were not very
sophisticated, but we would get naked in his bed and rub our horny bodies
together, bring each other off several times, and enjoy lying naked together
cuddling and kissing.  My dick was always sore after an afternoon at his
house or a sleepover, but I liked even more than the body rubbing and
mutual masturbation was the naked embracess and kissing, when we were
holdingeach other, I felt that I could spend the rest of my life like that.

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I hope you enjoyed reading this.  If you have any experiences of not
wearingunderwear as a boy that you would like to share (or if you just
dig boyswho don't wear underpants) please feel free to
e-mail me at nundw@eudoramail.com