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 Going Commando, part 1 (b-solo, no sex, young)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)

   Summary: A young boy goes commando for the first time.  When he realizes
how much he likes it, he stops wearing underpants.  And thanks to not
wearing underpants he makes some new friends while on vacation...



   About three months before my seventh birthday Carrie, a girl I was in
first grade with, peed herself while a bunch of us were playing on the
jungle gym at the playground.  When / just after it happened, I overheard
her tell her eight year old sister Gina that she had wet her panties.  I
know I'd have been real embarrassed if it had happened to me: so I was
surprised she told her sister...

   What I overheard next really got my attention.  Gina told Carrie to take
her panties off so her skirt wouldn't get wet.  I watched in amazement as
Carrie simply reached up under the bottom of her skirt then pulled her
underwear down; she stepped out of them before tossing them in the trash
can near the swings.

   After Carrie walked away from the trash can, Gina reached up under her
skirt and pulled off her underpants too.  Like her younger sister she
tossed them in the trash can and went back to playing.  Afterwards both
sisters seemed to have the biggest smiles on their faces...

   Seeing how happy they looked after taking off their underwear, made me
want to remove mine too.  But I was wearing shorts; so if I wanted to take
off my underpants I would have had to take off my shorts...  And
considering the way Mrs.  Wiener had yelled at me when I took off my pants
that I had spilled juice on at school in kindergarten, there was no way I
was going to take off my shorts in front of adults again.

   ***

   One day, about two weeks later, I was playing with my friend Max, who
was also six at the time.  We were at his house, in the basement: his house
had this really cool playroom with lots of toys in the basement; and his
parents never bothered us when we were down there.  Which meant, as usual;
it was just the two of us down there.

   This was the first time I had been away from adults since seeing Carrie
and Gina take off their underwear at the playground.

   Since I Knew Max's parents were unlikely to come down to the playroom
form upstairs, I figured it was a perfect time to try not wearing
underwear.

   "Why don't we take off our underwear?" I suggested.

   "I don't know..." Max replied a bit nervously.

   "Oh cone on," I prodded: half teasing / half begging my friend.

   "Ah..." he didn't seem to be into the idea.

   "I want to take off our underwear," I practically begged: my mind filled
with thoughts of how great it was going to be.

   "You can take yours off, but I won't," he said.

   "You gonna tell if I do?" I asked: afraid I might get yelled at again.

   "No: I'm not gonna tell on you," Max assured me.  "I'm scared to take
mine off; but if you want to, go for it."
Max saying `go for it' was all the encouragement I needed.  I removed my
shorts, removed my underpants, and put my shorts back on, without my
underwear.  All the while he was watching me, a look of amazement on his
face: I'm certain he assumed I wouldn't actually take my underpants off
when he refused to.
We shared a mischievous glance, as I gleefully threw my underpants

aside.

   For the next hour, we continued playing normally.  Except of course, for
the fact that we both knew I wasn't wearing any underwear...and of course
how different not wearing underpants made me feel.  The feel of the shorts
on my bare skin of my dick and balls was a bit strange, but I liked it.

   My penis got extremely hard and began pointing upwards...the first time
that ever happened.  And, it stayed erect for the whole hour while I played
with my friend.  The sensation was tingling, cool, and glorious; and I felt
proudly naughty for not wearing underwear.  Whenever I glanced to the side
and I saw my underpants laying on the floor: practically advertising the
fact that I wasn't wearing any, I felt strong and free, almost powerful...
God, it felt so good.  It was the first time I felt the powerful raw drive
of essential "boyness." I knew from then that one thing I wanted was to
experience with impunity: the joy of not wearing underwear.

   After not wearing my underpants for a full hour, Max reminded me that it
was getting late.  Since I was going to have to head home soon; I pulled my
shorts off again, put my underpants back on followed by my shorts.  Talk
about a let-down: my dick softened in no time, and returned to its usual
hanging position...

   ***

   The following day, when I got dressed in the morning I put my shorts on
without a pair of underpants.  Fearing that my Mom would notice that there
was one too many pair of underpants in the drawer I shoved one under the
mattress on my bed.

   That night I put the pair of underpants I had shoved under my mattress
into the dirty laundry and put another pair under my mattress.

   ***

   I repeated that process every day, and my parents never seemed to notice
that I had stopped wearing underwear under my shorts or pants.