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 Going Commando, part 2 (bg, inc, young)

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

   Summary: Thanks to not wearing underpants a young boy makes some new
friends while on vacation...



   The summer after I turned eight my parents took me on one of those
family-friendly Diznee cruises for vacation.  So my parents wouldn't get
suspicious, I packed underpants, but had no intention of wearing them.

   When we first boarded the ship and I realized I was going to be in the
same cabin as my parents, I feared I might actually have to wear underpants
for the first time in well over a year.  That fear quickly vanished when I
saw our cabin: it had a little living room with a bedroom on each side of
it.  I didn't even bother taking the underpants out of my bag...

   All I did the first day was sit in the cabin and play the videogame I
had brought; by the end of the day I was bored as hell that first day. 
Then my parents suggested I go to the `kids zone': a parent-free part of
the ship where there was video arcade, crafts, a whole playground of
equipment, and other assorted kid-friendly things.

   Since there didn't seem to be any adults there, I wandered over to the
`mystery cave': a sixty foot long bounce-house that snaked back and forth,
with a floor that was at different heights, and who's interior that was a
mixture of grays and browns.  Since I was barefoot, I simply stepped inside
and began making my way through the twisting and turning space.  I couldn't
have gone more than fifteen feet, when I realized how truly lame it was...I
guess I had expected it to me more like a `haunted house'...  Since there
were a whole bunch of little kids (most of them looked to be about four)
behind me I had to keep moving forward.

   Trying to get away from all of their laughing and giggling, I began
moving faster.  Soon, I was only a few steps behind three other kids: a boy
and two girls.  Unlike most of the other kids, all three of them were
barefoot, like me.  The boy and one of the girls were a little taller than
me, and the other girl was a bit shorter than me: so, they must have been
closer to my age...

   About halfway through the `mystery cave', the two girls just kept
walking when the boy stopped and turned around: seeing his face for the
first time I figured he was about ten.  "You don't wear any either?" he
half asked / half declared.

   Assuming he was talking about the fact that I was barefoot, I truthfully
replied, "My sandals kelp falling off yesterday."

   With a little chuckle, he said, "Not what I meant."

   "What did you mean?" I pondered aloud, before saying, "I'm sorry, I
don't know your name..."

   "Jimmy," he said, then added, "you're going commando," in a bit louder
than most people whisper.

   "'Going commando'?" I asked.

   "Yeah," he began to explain as the group of little kids caught up with
us.  "Come on, I'll explain at the snack center," he added, as we turned
and all but ran the rest of the way out of the `mystery cave'.

   Barely five seconds we stepped out of the `mystery cave' Jimmy and I
were in the snack center (think of a food court in a mall, except all the
food was free), and we were sitting down at a table with the two girls he
had been with in the `mystery cave'.  "So...ahh...  I didn't' catch your
name." he said.

   "I'm Rob," I introduced myself.

   "Right.  So Rob; my twin sister Jenna," he pointed at the older girl,
"and this is Laura."

   We all smiled at each other before I asked, "You said you'd explain what
going..." I had managed to forget the word `commando'.

   "'Going commando'..." he said quietly, "...is when you don't wear
underwear under your clothes."

   "Oh; yeah I..." I trailed off before asking, "Wait, how'd you know?"

   "I noticed the way the front of your shorts was bouncing," Jenna
explained.

   "Really?  You could tell?" I asked: surprised that someone was able to
tell that I wasn't wearing underpants.

   "Yup," Laura said, "You were bouncing the exact same way as Jimmy."

   Turning to Jimmy I asked, "So you're not wearing any either?"

   "Nope," he proudly declared.

   "We aren't either," Jenna added.

   I was about to ask how they had started not wearing underpants, when an
adult walked near the table we were sitting at.  "Uhm...  So is there..." I
trailed off, not sure what I was trying to say.

   "...A place where we can talk without anybody hearing?" Laura said,
"Yeah, the back of the theater."

   Soon all four of us had walked into this little theater.  There was this
crappy computer animated movie geared for preschoolers playing, but the
place was empty.  So after we had sat down in the last row of seats, I
asked, "How, when did you start not wearing underwear?" quietly.

   "Yesterday, after they told me about it," Laura said with a giggle.

   "Back when we were five," Jenna began.

   "Really?" I was amazed that the twins had tried it when they were that
much younger than I had been.

   "Yeah," Jimmy said, before asking, "How old were you, the first time?"

   "It was a couple months before I turned seven," I told them.

   "Nice," Laura said, "wish I'd figured it out earlier..."

   Ignoring Laura's comment, I spoke, "So when you were five...how?"

   "So one day we were playing in the attic," Jenna began explaining, "I
was wearing a dress and Jimmy was wearing shorts, no shirt..."

   "The fact that I wasn't wearing a shirt doesn't matter," Jimmy
interrupted his twin sister.
"Okay: then you tell the story," Jenna fumed.
"Alright, I will," Jimmy said, before continuing with their story, "So,
suddenly out of the blue, my dick got all hard and was pointing out /
up...at like a forty-five-degree angle.  Jenna noticed and asked what it
was.  I had no idea, so I took my shorts and underpants off and tossed them
on a box.  Since I could only see the top of my dick, we went to the
bathroom in the attic so I could look at it better in the long mirror on
the back of the door.  By the time we got to the mirror it had softened and
was hanging down like normal; so we went back to where we had been playing.
When we got back to the box I had put my shorts and underpants on, the
shorts were still there but the underpants weren't.  I wanted to get back
to playing, I didn't bother to look for the underpants; I just put my

shorts back on."

   "Wow," I said.

   "Yeah," Jenna said, before continuing to tell the story, "At the time I
didn't know Jimmy had put his shorts on without his underpants."

   "Really?" I asked."

   "Yup," Jenna confirmed, before going back to the story again, "We were
still playing in the attic a while later, when Jimmy's dick got all hard
and was pointing out / up again.  But that second time it was real visible,
even from where I was on the other side of the attic.  I started running
over to where Jimmy was, and stepped on some fabric that felt warm. 
Wondering why there was a warm piece of fabric on the floor, I stopped and
looked down: his underpants were sitting on the floor!"

   "So you knew you brother wasn't wearing them under his shorts." Laura
said.

   "That's right," Jenna replied.

   "Oh, yeah," Jimmy continued telling the story, "She asked why I hadn't
put my underpants back on.  I told her they had disappeared and asked how
she knew; she picked them up and showed them to me"

   "Yeah," Jenna took over telling the story, "And that's when you said it
felt good not wearing them.  After hearing it felt good, I had to try: so
reached up under my dress and pulled my panties down, then stepped out of
them..."

   "So how'd it feel?" I interrupted.

   "Ah, GOOD," Jenna said, looking at me like I was an idiot.

   Both Laura and Jimmy chuckled a little before, Jimmy continued with the
story, "That's about when I realized that my dick got all hard and was
pointing out / up again.  Determined to get a better look at it, I pulled
my shorts down then and there, real fast.  I took hold of it and tried
moving it around so I could see more of it: and let me tell you: that felt
GOOD."

   "I wanted to see what Jimmy's dick felt like," Jenna began, "So, I ran
around the box, reached out and grabbed it in my hand.  When I moved my
hand around a little Jimmy said it felt good and told me to keep doing it.
After a while my hand and arm started to get tired.  When I let go of it,
my hand swung down and bumped against the front of my dress right on top of
my slit: that felt really GOOD.  I wanted to rub my slit, but my hand and
arm were tired..."

   "Yeah..." Jimmy said through a grin, "And that's when Jenna got a great
idea: she could rub her slit against my dick.  She lifted up the front of
her dress and stepped so far forward that my dick was pressed up against
her slit.  I don't know why, but we started moving our hips around: which
caused my dick to slide around on her slit, and OH MY GOD.  It felt
INCREDIBLE!"
"Oh yeah, "Jenna took over where her twin brother left off, "We stood
there in the attic pressed against each other, moving our hips around for a
couple hours.  The best part was that when Mom called us for dinner and we

stepped apart neither of us was tired."

   "Yup," Jimmy said, "I put my shorts back on, she dropped her dress back
into place, and we both left our underwear sitting on the attic floor.  And
Mom never noticed that we weren't wearing underwear."

   "Wow," I said assuming that was the end of the story.

   "We'd had so much fun that after dinner we went back up to the attic to
play," Jenna continued the story, "Jimmy took off his shorts and I lifted
up my dress again.  Unlike in the afternoon, when we pressed against each
other, Jimmy's dick went between my legs a bit; then when we began moving
our hips around it somehow slipped into my slit..."

   "And that felt like two-hundred times better than rubbing against each
other," Jimmy interrupted.

   "Yeah," Jenna said with a knowing snort.

   "Neither of us have worn underwear since," Jimmy said before adding,
"And we've made sure to get my dick into her slit almost every day since."

   "Oh, man," Laura said.

   Glancing down I realized that my dick was harder than it had ever been
before.  "Wow, I'd love to try putting my dick into a girl's slit," I
thought out-loud.

   "No place private here," Jenna said.

   "I think I might know one place," I said with a smirk.

   "Really, where?  Cause I wanna try it too," Laura said eagerly.

   "My room..." I offered before explaining, "The cabin my parents got has
a little living room between two bedrooms.  Parents are in one, I'm in the
other...alone." Before the other kids could ask any questions, the movie
that was showing in the theater abruptly ended; and a clock appeared on the
screen.  "If that's the right time we should have like four hours..." I
added.
   "Let's go," all three of them said at the same time.