My True Anecdotes: Part 1 conclusion

[teenadmirer]

I do not have permission to edit my own posts or to reply to any posts. I presume because I am in a probationary user group as a new registrant. I have been reading these fine forums for a couple years and finally felt it my duty to share what I know. But for now I must post updates as a new topic. One note: While I aim to keep the names real, places might or might not. I have a lot to say and don't intend to dox myself.

Teenfan suggested we must inevitably have asked Johnny why he did the streak. I never asked. I'm not aware of Sherry or Jennifer asking. Johnny was a clueless kid. I assumed he mistook my story of the Streak-for-Money Scammer as a legitimate opportunity and streaked expecting a reward. Could he really have been that dumb? I do not know. We were just young kids and did summon speculation that he SHOULD have known better. We were not analyzing. Maybe Johnny was a clever exhibitionist who took an opportunity to show off by playing dumb. I'll never know because sadly we did not remain friends much longer. Otherwise I can only imagine what fun we could have had together, exposing him to girls. I could have been in pervert heaven perhaps...

Instead my mom got serious with her boyfriend soon after and we three moved in together in the next town over, and I never saw these three friends again after that.


SWIMMING UNIT

A couple years later in my new grade school we engaged in the "swimming unit" of the health curriculum and once a week for a couple months Mrs. Willard led the whole class on a walk together to the neighborhood public pool for swimming lessons. After one of the weekly swims I was in the boys change room in rapt conversation with my two new best friends who were sitting side by side on a bench in the process or redressing while I, doing most of the talking, was standing before them wearing only a towel and no sense of urgency. A critical error on my part. Second critical error: when I felt the towel begin to slip, I made a totally illogical, split-second decision, succumbing to that youthful "experimentation" instinct. I was not an exhibitionist nor was I ashamed of my body exactly; I was an athletic kid, but a private one. Nevertheless I opted to let the towel fall just to see what would happen. I was probably hoping for a laugh from my buddies. Instead they STARED PAST me toward the lobby entrance to the change room as my towel hit the floor leaving me entirely naked head to toe. I immediately heard a voice behind me say "Oh Rickie! Bad timing!" It was a female voice. It was Mrs. Willard. "Hurry up boys! The girls are all done! You have two minutes to be out here or I'm coming in again to drag you out!" She said something of that nature. I was stunned. Frozen. Baffled. My friends and other boys then began laughing at me.

"Mrs. Willard saw you naked!" said my buddy Aidan. "She stared right at your bum!" I cleared my head, grabbed the towel and spun around to find that she was gone.

Walking back to school with the class I was in a complete daze. The universe was not a place where teachers got to see their students naked. This was not possible! How is it even LEGAL for a woman to enter the boys' change room? I assumed that life could not possibly go on with me knowing my teacher saw me naked. However: surprisingly it did. I am still alive and my perspective has gradually softened. I now hope she enjoyed it!


GOOD NIGHT KISSES

Stewart and Steven Ellington were respectively one grade above and one grade below me and lived at the opposite end of a short street. Steven and I liked the same music, same sports and we loved finding reasons to get naked together or to compare penises. Their parents, Edna and... I forget their dad's name, but they were popular with me and other friends. They were always letting their boys have friends over and letting us swim in their pool and when they took their boys to the movies or bowling they were always happy to take a couple of the boys' pals along. I spent a lot of time over there and a lot of time swimming and camping out in tents or just in Steve's bedroom. When it was just the two of us we shared his narrow bed. In hindsight he was probably gay or bi and I was bi but at the time could not label it "bi," just "confused." The highlights of this friendship shall be expanded on in part two; the high school years but here is an interesting phenomenon which began in grade school.

Their parents, Edna especially, were overtly loving with their boys; hugging, kissing, embracing. They were very outward people. There was a rich bedtime tradition in their household. The boys would change into pajamas, brush their teeth, prepare for bed, then go downstairs in their jammies for kisses goodnight; a habit their dad fell out of but not sweet Edna. When I slept over, not often at first, I only wore pajama bottoms, no top, and the boys insisted I must partake in this tradition; that anyone sleeping over always did. So I did as I was told and bare-chested, received a hug from their mom and traded kisses on the cheek. The assumption was that Edna saw it as her job to fill in a vital role while my own mom was absent. Not too big a deal. But when us boys outgrew the pajama days and slept in underwear instead, I was shocked to discover the tradition stood. I started going downstairs with fresh breath and almost naked to be embraced and kissed by their mom. It was very weird and awkward the first time and then I pretty much got used to it.

As for the pool, I was told the family skinny dipped after dark on occasion, and if we boys were swimming after dark we were allowed to go naked but had to notify their mom or dad. Steve ALWAYS wanted to skinny dip after dark and would notify his mom and then we would wrestle in the water and play other games that involved a lot of contact. His mom did check on us occasionally during these trysts but I never felt like she was trying to get a glimpse of me necessarily. It seemed too dark anyway. We turned no outdoor lights on, on these occasions. But more on the Ellingtons in the next part!


AN APPENDIX

When I was thirteen I got a pain in my lower right abdomen. Mom insisted it was constipation and had me spend long periods on the toilet while unbeknownst to her, my appendix was plotting to explode. Eventually she and step-dad changed views and off we went to hospital. I was triaged as critical as a long-ignored appendix victim, guided to strip entirely and put in a hospital gown. I then lay on an exam table until a doctor walked in and introduced herself to me and the folks and listened to our story. She said indeed it sounded like the appendix was to blame and I would probably be operated on and soon. But... testicular "twisting" was a rarer but possible cause and was "very dangerous" if ignored, like I would "lose" the testicle. So she HAD to carefully examine for that. And just like that she thrust up the gown and presented to herself and to my parents my brand new enlarged and be-fuzzed boy gear. I should have immediately died of shame and gone to pervert boy heaven but instead I was so scared by talk of ball-amputation and burst appendix, and in enough pain, that my fear and my dependency on the doctor to save my nuts and/or life, outweighed any humiliation. My folks were noticeably uncomfortable though, perhaps because they were not entirely sure if this story made sense or if they were instead witnessing the molestation of their son while this lady methodically and thoughtfully handled my adolescent balls. And she was definitely NOT wearing gloves.

Appendix indeed. I went into surgery and re-emerged sans appendix and was admitted for an entire week. Yes surgery was more primitive back then. One interesting note. At thirteen I had never heard of suppositories. Then one fine day shortly after surgery a nurse appeared with a mysterious agenda. I was wearing pajama bottoms; that's all. She told me something I did not understand and had me roll onto my side. She pulled my pajama bottoms half way to my knees, spread my cheeks, rubbed my butthole with something cool and slippery, then gently slid a gloved finger right up my ass while I wondered why I was being raped. She left a goopy suppository up my ass and slipped away, never to be seen again. I found out later that this was done to help me poop. Trouble is, I was not having any trouble pooping that I was aware of. Oh well.


CAMP TAHOE

Our grade eight contingent overwhelmingly voted on the five-day campground "senior" field trip option over the weekend at Virginia City option. Five days swimming, canoeing, orienteering, hiking and night-hiking. Seven boys including myself formed a cabin group, one-shy of the eight-bunk objective.

Our cabin was at the border of the gender divide. Four girls cabins were strung out to one side of us; three more boy cabins to the other side. On the second day of the trip our cabin got raided by girls. Our shit was all over the place and all of my underwear had been hung by the rafters with care. We found out who did it and that they did so with permission of the female teacher who we thought was a lesbian because she coached all the girl's sports teams. What flawless analysts we'd become.

That night the entire population of one boy cabin repeatedly snuck outside after dark (and curfew) and was repeatedly caught by teacher/parent-chaperone patrols and finally: punished. I don't know if they'd been sneaking out in just their underwear but they were finally made to sit together on a felled-log bench behind our cabin, all in strictly undies and nothing else, to presumably be dined on by mosquitos. The girls next door were evidently enjoying the spectacle because we, who were also watching out our windows, could plainly see all the flashlight beams coming from theirs. The bad boys meanwhile refused to display their shame and instead professed bravado by belting out rude songs while slapping at themselves. Their favorite tune was clearly "There's a skeeter on my peter, whack it off! There's a SKEETER ON MY PETER WHACK IT OFF!!" which frankly made the whole thing a little sexier.

The next day we found out the raid culprits and raided their cabin, and without permission, but we took care not to touch their underthings, sensing that double standards might exist. That night three of us; me, Steve Cribbs and Edward Janney, announced our frustration with the stand up sponge bathing routine in our showerless cabin and set our sights on the legendary shower cabin; a subject of a few lurid tales. It was night hike night for the girls so the shower cabin was designated for boys, who were on free time. Steve got naked, wrapped himself in a towel and grabbed shampoo. I did exactly likewise. Edward wore a bathing suit under his towel, insisting there were multiple girl platoons out there and the mission was not risk-free. We laughed at him and we stepped barefoot into the night.

More than half way to the shower cabin Steve and I were humbled and alarmingly so, as a horde of girls suddenly appeared with shrieks and flashlight beams like a fucking SWAT team. "Laura, look! It's Rickie!" someone shrieked. Laura and I had become regular dance partners at the CYO events. Yes. CYO. Catholic Youth Organization. Catholic School. Catholic campground. And a Catholic (maybe lesbian?) fucking teacher who seemed to have led her adolescent estrogen army on a fucking perv patrol? Steve and I panicked and ran, while Edward casually strolled, loudly proclaiming he was wearing a bathing suit. Steve was a little guy. Not sure why I mention this; if it has anything to do with it, but he apparently tripped over some be-shadowed flora and tumbled and rolled, leaving his towel behind. Girls screamed. I halted and spun around to see him frantically getting to his feet, entirely nude and re-wrapping his dirty towel around himself amid a standing ovation.

We showered. We laughed. We noticed there were windows into the (post-construction re-purposed) shower cabin, high but not TOO HIGH, which were grilled but not frosted and could afford any sly interloper a plain view of us all naked and soapy. We trusted all the girls were accounted for and that no adult leader would go so far as to grant them a peek. Steve's face regained its normal color. We tightened our towels and walked unhindered back to our cabin and Steve's naked roll became the headline story of the week, witnessed by ten girls and one athletic woman.

This concludes the Grade School journey with regards to P&SF interests unless I suddenly recall something I forgot. Next up is part two; high school.

As I do not have REPLY permissions yet I will thank NudeBag, TeenFan, NickTwisp and Freesub here for their thoughtful replies. I must report that I did in fact use backpage to find my original text but it did not work, the previous pages were all blank in that regard. I have now learned to type into notepad and then paste it here!

Nick: I would love to hear more about David Perkins if I haven't already! I have saved a lot of fun stuff from these forums! As much as I love the embarrassing CFNM material, I have eventually learned to love the exhibitionist material as well. Not sure where to find a good forum for young exhibitionist CFNM material.

[TeenFan]

This may be the best collection of short "True Stories" that I've read. Thanks for sharing this with all of us.
I have highlited a portion of each segment I will comment on. These will be suggestions for turning these wonderful real incidents
into fully developed fictional stories. I am hoping you are planning to begin writing something for the ENM forum.

SWIMMING UNIT
It was Mrs. Willard. "Hurry up boys! The girls are all done! You have two minutes to be out here or I'm coming in again to drag you out!" She said something of that nature. I was stunned. Frozen. Baffled. My friends and other boys then began laughing at me.

"Mrs. Willard saw you naked!" said my buddy Aidan. "She stared right at your bum!" I cleared my head, grabbed the towel and spun around to find that she was gone.

Walking back to school with the class I was in a complete daze. The universe was not a place where teachers got to see their students naked. This was not possible! How is it even LEGAL for a woman to enter the boys' change room? I assumed that life could not possibly go on with me knowing my teacher saw me naked.


GOOD NIGHT KISSES
But when us boys outgrew the pajama days and slept in underwear instead, I was shocked to discover the tradition stood. I started going downstairs with fresh breath and almost naked to be embraced and kissed by their mom. It was very weird and awkward the first time and then I pretty much got used to it.

As for the pool, I was told the family skinny dipped after dark on occasion, and if we boys were swimming after dark we were allowed to go naked but had to notify their mom or dad. Steve ALWAYS wanted to skinny dip after dark and would notify his mom and then we would wrestle in the water and play other games that involved a lot of contact.


AN APPENDIX
And just like that she thrust up the gown and presented to herself and to my parents my brand new enlarged and be-fuzzed boy gear. I should have immediately died of shame and gone to pervert boy heaven but instead I was so scared by talk of ball-amputation and burst appendix, and in enough pain, that my fear and my dependency on the doctor to save my nuts and/or life, outweighed any humiliation. My folks were noticeably uncomfortable though, perhaps because they were not entirely sure if this story made sense or if they were instead witnessing the molestation of their son while this lady methodically and thoughtfully handled my adolescent balls. And she was definitely NOT wearing gloves.

Then one fine day shortly after surgery a nurse appeared with a mysterious agenda. I was wearing pajama bottoms; that's all. She told me something I did not understand and had me roll onto my side. She pulled my pajama bottoms half way to my knees, spread my cheeks, rubbed my butthole with something cool and slippery, then gently slid a gloved finger right up my ass while I wondered why I was being raped. She left a goopy suppository up my ass and slipped away, never to be seen again. I found out later that this was done to help me poop. Trouble is, I was not having any trouble pooping that I was aware of. Oh well.


CAMP TAHOE
That night the entire population of one boy cabin repeatedly snuck outside after dark (and curfew) and was repeatedly caught by teacher/parent-chaperone patrols and finally: punished. I don't know if they'd been sneaking out in just their underwear but they were finally made to sit together on a felled-log bench behind our cabin, all in strictly undies and nothing else, to presumably be dined on by mosquitos. The girls next door were evidently enjoying the spectacle because we, who were also watching out our windows, could plainly see all the flashlight beams coming from theirs. The bad boys meanwhile refused to display their shame and instead professed bravado by belting out rude songs while slapping at themselves. Their favorite tune was clearly "There's a skeeter on my peter, whack it off! There's a SKEETER ON MY PETER WHACK IT OFF!!" which frankly made the whole thing a little sexier.

Steve was a little guy. Not sure why I mention this; if it has anything to do with it, but he apparently tripped over some be-shadowed fauna and tumbled and rolled, leaving his towel behind. Girls screamed. I halted and spun around to see him frantically getting to his feet, entirely nude and re-wrapping his dirty towel around himself amid a standing ovation.

Not sure where to find a good forum for young exhibitionist CFNM material.

In the SWIMMING UNIT, imagine what might happen if the teacher had dragged you out of the shower room. How would your life go on knowing
that a dozen girls your age saw you naked.

In GOOD NIGHT KISSES, I am fascinated by the almost touchy-feely goodnight kiss ritual. Going downstairs in your underwear to say goodnight
to your friend's mom is amazing. Now imagine if you guys were asked to participate in regular daytime activities while still in your underwear,
like you got up to watch early Saturday tv...and then the mom finds you guys and doesn't let you go back to the bedroom to get dressed.
This leads up to you and Steven skinnydipping in the pool...and his mom comes out to join you for a swim!

In APPENDIX, this can be a classic case of ENM medical procedure. You don't have to change a thing, just enhance the full experience.

In CAMP TAHOE, the underwear raids can expand to active attempts to spy on each other in the showers. Boys get a short glimpse of the
girls. Girls get their revenge.

teenadmirer wrote: Not sure where to find a good forum for young exhibitionist CFNM material.
You can write your own stories of this type. I have done characters who were more exhibitionist that extremely shy. Themarble is another
author who is considering working on doing similar types of characters.
Please consider taking up the challenge of doing fictional material that takes inspiration from your true stories.
____________________________

You should be able to make responses to posts soon. If not, just make a couple more topics and the rights to comment will show up at
some point.

[teenadmirer]

This may be the best collection of short "True Stories" that I've read. Thanks for sharing this with all of us.
I have highlited a portion of each segment I will comment on. These will be suggestions for turning these wonderful real incidents
into fully developed fictional stories. I am hoping you are planning to begin writing something for the ENM forum.

SWIMMING UNIT
It was Mrs. Willard. "Hurry up boys! The girls are all done! You have two minutes to be out here or I'm coming in again to drag you out!" She said something of that nature. I was stunned. Frozen. Baffled. My friends and other boys then began laughing at me.

"Mrs. Willard saw you naked!" said my buddy Aidan. "She stared right at your bum!" I cleared my head, grabbed the towel and spun around to find that she was gone.

Walking back to school with the class I was in a complete daze. The universe was not a place where teachers got to see their students naked. This was not possible! How is it even LEGAL for a woman to enter the boys' change room? I assumed that life could not possibly go on with me knowing my teacher saw me naked.


GOOD NIGHT KISSES
But when us boys outgrew the pajama days and slept in underwear instead, I was shocked to discover the tradition stood. I started going downstairs with fresh breath and almost naked to be embraced and kissed by their mom. It was very weird and awkward the first time and then I pretty much got used to it.

As for the pool, I was told the family skinny dipped after dark on occasion, and if we boys were swimming after dark we were allowed to go naked but had to notify their mom or dad. Steve ALWAYS wanted to skinny dip after dark and would notify his mom and then we would wrestle in the water and play other games that involved a lot of contact.


AN APPENDIX
And just like that she thrust up the gown and presented to herself and to my parents my brand new enlarged and be-fuzzed boy gear. I should have immediately died of shame and gone to pervert boy heaven but instead I was so scared by talk of ball-amputation and burst appendix, and in enough pain, that my fear and my dependency on the doctor to save my nuts and/or life, outweighed any humiliation. My folks were noticeably uncomfortable though, perhaps because they were not entirely sure if this story made sense or if they were instead witnessing the molestation of their son while this lady methodically and thoughtfully handled my adolescent balls. And she was definitely NOT wearing gloves.

Then one fine day shortly after surgery a nurse appeared with a mysterious agenda. I was wearing pajama bottoms; that's all. She told me something I did not understand and had me roll onto my side. She pulled my pajama bottoms half way to my knees, spread my cheeks, rubbed my butthole with something cool and slippery, then gently slid a gloved finger right up my ass while I wondered why I was being raped. She left a goopy suppository up my ass and slipped away, never to be seen again. I found out later that this was done to help me poop. Trouble is, I was not having any trouble pooping that I was aware of. Oh well.


CAMP TAHOE
That night the entire population of one boy cabin repeatedly snuck outside after dark (and curfew) and was repeatedly caught by teacher/parent-chaperone patrols and finally: punished. I don't know if they'd been sneaking out in just their underwear but they were finally made to sit together on a felled-log bench behind our cabin, all in strictly undies and nothing else, to presumably be dined on by mosquitos. The girls next door were evidently enjoying the spectacle because we, who were also watching out our windows, could plainly see all the flashlight beams coming from theirs. The bad boys meanwhile refused to display their shame and instead professed bravado by belting out rude songs while slapping at themselves. Their favorite tune was clearly "There's a skeeter on my peter, whack it off! There's a SKEETER ON MY PETER WHACK IT OFF!!" which frankly made the whole thing a little sexier.

Steve was a little guy. Not sure why I mention this; if it has anything to do with it, but he apparently tripped over some be-shadowed fauna and tumbled and rolled, leaving his towel behind. Girls screamed. I halted and spun around to see him frantically getting to his feet, entirely nude and re-wrapping his dirty towel around himself amid a standing ovation.

Not sure where to find a good forum for young exhibitionist CFNM material.

In the SWIMMING UNIT, imagine what might happen if the teacher had dragged you out of the shower room. How would your life go on knowing
that a dozen girls your age saw you naked.

In GOOD NIGHT KISSES, I am fascinated by the almost touchy-feely goodnight kiss ritual. Going downstairs in your underwear to say goodnight
to your friend's mom is amazing. Now imagine if you guys were asked to participate in regular daytime activities while still in your underwear,
like you got up to watch early Saturday tv...and then the mom finds you guys and doesn't let you go back to the bedroom to get dressed.
This leads up to you and Steven skinnydipping in the pool...and his mom comes out to join you for a swim!

In APPENDIX, this can be a classic case of ENM medical procedure. You don't have to change a thing, just enhance the full experience.

In CAMP TAHOE, the underwear raids can expand to active attempts to spy on each other in the showers. Boys get a short glimpse of the
girls. Girls get their revenge.

teenadmirer wrote: Not sure where to find a good forum for young exhibitionist CFNM material.
You can write your own stories of this type. I have done characters who were more exhibitionist that extremely shy. Themarble is another
author who is considering working on doing similar types of characters.
Please consider taking up the challenge of doing fictional material that takes inspiration from your true stories.
____________________________

You should be able to make responses to posts soon. If not, just make a couple more topics and the rights to comment will show up at
some point.

Thanks for putting together these suggestions. I should mention that I've already put together an interesting system for generating stories because I have enjoyed many stories here before I got my own account, and I wish to pay back the favors. More on that soon. However... I think I shall introduce these ideas into the system and give them a fair shot at... coming to life!

And I see that my full permissions are now activated. Thank you!

[teenadmirer]

Not sure where to find a good forum for young exhibitionist CFNM material.
You can write your own stories of this type. I have done characters who were more exhibitionist that extremely shy. Themarble is another
author who is considering working on doing similar types of characters.
____________________________

I would very much like to include SOME exhibitionist material into my offerings but I kind of thought that was against the rules here; that we HAD to have the humiliation factor. Very curious your thoughts on that.

Even though Johnny was not showing ANY signs of being ashamed, I still feel this event was the first trigger to CFNM but for the rest of my youth I was very much hooked on two factors: female lust and male embarrassment. I did learn however (from real life, not porn, which was unavailable to me most of my youth) that sometimes exhibitionism is a thing and furthermore that sometimes humiliation PLUS sexual arousal in retrospect, existed together; a kind of embarrassment with post-event retro exhibitionism. And in time, both of these conditions also became a part of my sexual interests.

[TeenFan]

I would very much like to include SOME exhibitionist material into my offerings but I kind of thought that was against the rules here; that we HAD to have the humiliation factor. Very curious your thoughts on that.

Even though Johnny was not showing ANY signs of being ashamed, I still feel this event was the first trigger to CFNM but for the rest of my youth I was very much hooked on two factors: female lust and male embarrassment. I did learn however (from real life, not porn, which was unavailable to me most of my youth) that sometimes exhibitionism is a thing and furthermore that sometimes humiliation PLUS sexual arousal in retrospect, existed together; a kind of embarrassment with post-event retro exhibitionism. And in time, both of these conditions also became a part of my sexual interests.

There is no rule against writing characters that are exhibitionists. However, my opinion is if there is little or no embarrassment at being
naked in front of others, then there is less general appeal for the story.

There are some writers who focus on characters becoming nudists, with no shame. It's another form of Body Acceptance in society.
These stories have limited appeal...in my opinion.

Now old fashioned deviant behavior I'm all for it. The young person who decides to go streaking. The teenage boy who intentionally has a
wardrobe malfunction in front of several schoolmates. The athlete who accidentally walks into the wrong locker room. Exhibitionism combined
with sexual arousal which could lead to being punished or humiliated. That is what I like to read and write about.

[teenadmirer]

First off: One more grade eight incident I forgot about. Only because it's relevant as a prequel.

On Christmas morning at the Grandfolks farm, everyone but they, opened two stockings, one from "Santa" (your parents - or husband or wife) and one from "Mrs. Clause" (Grandma). The Mrs. Clause edition was annually predictable and the subject of jokes. They would contain some candy, homemade cookies, a collection of large size mixed nuts such as walnuts (all poured together into a large bowl and the men, armed with nutcrackers, would crack them intermittently all day) and one handmade item. They seemed to rotate. Every year we'd all get knitted slippers, or gloves, or scarves. In grade seven my Uncle Rick (whom I was named after) loudly asked, "Ooh is it the mittens or slipper year!" and I don't think Grandma appreciated it, and played a little joke on us the next Christmas when I was in grade eight. I don't remember what all the ladies got, but all the men (including myself at 13, but not my younger boy cousin), got... sexy underwear. Two pairs each. They were shrimpy stringy things, Mine were jade green and teal respectively. Uncle Pete was a jokester and put one of his pair on over his jeans and danced around for us, drawing laughs. My Aunt Veronica laughed and clapped her hands and then asked if I was going to model mine. I was mortified; humiliated just at the idea. I said nothing.

"They were on sale at Woolworths," said Grandma. "I thought they'd make a good joke!"

Now... folks might have assumed Auntie V meant that was I going to slip mine on over my sweat pants, kind of like Uncle Pete did, but I did not receive it that way. Because at one family event the preceding summer I was wearing shorts typical of that era. They were SHORT as all shorts were. As I was going into the farmhouse to use the bathroom, Aunt Veronica (an aunt through marriage) whistled as she followed me in and said, "Rickie, those legs! If I was a young girl I'd be all over you!" I said not a thing in reply. I was horrified by the comment.

So I took her Christmas comment to mean would I model them in nothing else.
Not a chance in hell. But that night at home I modeled each pair in front of my large bedroom mirror and was a little turned on by the revealing sexiness of them. Not by my own body necessarily, but by the context of them. I put them in my underwear drawer and they became part of my rotation. Any day when I wore one of them was just a little bit exciting.


PART TWO: ALMOST HIGH SCHOOL

MOMS and MEDICAL STAFF

One day in the summer preceding grade nine I came into the house after my morning tennis lesson and mom informed me we had an appointment that day for my high school mandated physical. After lunch we went to the medical office. I had a feeling I'd be at least partially disrobing so I asked my mom not to come in with me but to stay in the waiting room. She was visibly annoyed. Lately I had been becoming shy about her seeing me in my underwear and I knew it bothered her. In hindsight I think all mothers feel a sense of loss any time their boys demonstrate new independence. They feel their bond with us is diminished, but at the time I was paranoid that my mom was being a bit pervy with me. She was making a habit of walking in my room without knocking when I was jerking off. There had been some close calls where I don't think she saw anything directly but.. had to know I was panicking and why. And I usually would not hear her coming. I felt like she might be sneaking up on me. Much later I finally confided these incestuous worries with an older friend who was the mom of two boys. She grinned and shook her head and said "All moms think their boys are sexy. It's not incest. We're just proud of what we made!" But more on that later.

Mom gave me a wounded scowl and I followed the nurse into an exam room. Multiple doctors shared this suite and there were two receptionists. The nurse (or assistant) told me to disrobe to my underwear and then she turned to leave. I unlaced my high cut runners, pulled off my socks, whipped off my tee shirt, unsnapped my jeans... and froze.

I was wearing the jade green underwear from Grandma.

Fuck a duck.

And a goose, and Jesus and all the saints. Right up the fucking wazoo. What the fuck have I done? I'd slipped them on that morning, perhaps randomly, or perhaps was it because I had tennis lessons where I wore tight white shorts? You must understand that my attitude was not strictly uniform. While I was always usually embarrassed at overt attention to my body, depending largely on the source, I was simultaneously PROUD of it. I was bi and I could judge I looked pretty fit. And people lately were comparing my looks to that of Tom Cruise who, believe it or not, was somewhat a teen idol way back in those years before he grew up and set his goals on becoming a Looney Toon instead. I was very aware that girls at the youth tennis program, mostly slightly younger than me, were casting a lot of looks at my legs and so was one of the coaches. Not the girl coach either. The guy. And maybe, just maybe that morning... I felt inclined to put something on that might enhance... that feeling of being a bit special. I'm truly not sure.

What I know is that I PANICKED in that moment. Then I quickly resolved things. I was not A KID anymore. I was a young teen man dammit! And to prove it, I was wearing MATURE underwear, made for adults presumably. So I slipped out of my jeans, draped them over the chair and heard the words, through the open door, "Sorry, I forgot-"

The nurse reappeared, went silent, regarded me calmly, then turned awkwardly and pointed out the door. "We have to get your height and weight. This way please." And out the door she went.

Problem. Where were we going? Wherever their scale is I guess. Was I supposed to redress? No I guess not. She didn't say to. And the scale must be nearby and in private. So out the door I went, bare chested, barefoot, most of my teen boy ass exposed, and all my giblets packed into a pouch, and I followed her down the hall.

We immediately passed the T-intersection. The hall space to my right ended quickly at the waiting room and my mom, a lady very close to her and one little boy, ALL stared right at me as I quickly passed by out of sight. I was surprised that this was happening but not processing it successfully. Is this normal? Is this how it's done? I did not know if I was SUPPOSED to be embarrassed or not. Technically I was clothed, but by god, barely.

We turned a corner and right there was the scale, right in the open, and beyond that was the rear opening to the reception area. A Mother and a young teen girl were at the counter looking right at me. One receptionist noticed us and said, "Oh! I'm sorry!"

"No problem," said my nurse, "We'll just be a moment" or something like that. The other receptionist (both female) turned to see what the fuss was about and betrayed no telling facial expression but she did seem to become suddenly idle and faced our direction for some moments while I died a few deaths.

My weight and height were tracked and the nurse led me back to the exam room. As we approached that T-intersection where mom and perhaps the neighboring lady might be gazing, I slowed a bit to create distance between the nurse and I and then HURRIED my pace to quickly cross mom-and-company's narrow window of sight. My head was starting to clear and I was starting to think the nurse damn well should have suggested I redress! Maybe she thought I knew where the scale was? Maybe she just assumed I knew the layout and would choose for myself? Or maybe she saw my wispy notion of underwear and thought I must be an exhibitionist and was hoping that parading me practically naked around the office would incite a magnificent boner which she would gobble up before swallowing a geyser of mild young boy cum... I'm kidding. I'M KIDDING! But she might have been enjoying it. Or maybe she thought that high school entry weights had to be super precise and I was lucky not to have to go nude; I have no idea.

On the way home, mom, thank all the heavens, did not comment on my show... until... she finally did. We were almost home when she lost control and blurted "You know everyone in the waiting room saw you in your sexy underwear!" She seemed entertained; not upset.

"No they didn't" said I. "Just a couple people. Big deal."

"Well... that was quite a choice of underwear for a doctor's visit."

"I didn't know my appointment was today when I dressed!"

"You had time to change after I told you." Mom was SMILING at this shit. I went into silent mode. I probably should have explained that I had forgotten what I was wearing, but anyway, what's the big fucking deal? Instead I beat her with a stick and she crashed the car and we thankfully died. Okay I'm kidding again. I'll stop it with the jokes. No more.

That's it for now but more soon on the actual high school years.

[TeenFan]

Fantastic real story. I loved every bit of it...especially the boy bits stuffed into a pouch.
I am hoping you are above average size to make the special underwear display even more special.

[Robert Brooks]

On the second day of the trip our cabin got raided by girls. Our shit was all over the place and all of my underwear had been hung by the rafters with care.

I LOVE this detail of the girls finding your underwear, and then taking the time to hang them all up for everyone to see!

Were they briefs or boxers?

Great stories!

[NickTwisp]

It's evident that everyone present at the Doctor's office enjoyed seeing you in just your underpants.

Excellent stories!

[teenadmirer]

Fantastic real story. I loved every bit of it...especially the boy bits stuffed into a pouch.
I am hoping you are above average size to make the special underwear display even more special.

Well I can't lie! I never measured myself. My girlfriend did when I was 17. I was 6 and 3/4 inches. She insisted that was more than average and for years afterward would brag to people that I was big. But honestly I think that's pretty average in truth! I think I heard somewhere that average is 6 and 1/2? As for it's flaccid size, that has never been measured. It always looked average to me. I was always a grower, not a shower. Maybe I should not have answered! Oh, she also praised it for being so "pretty" (LOL), because it was so uniform in shape and free of blemishes. Frankly I would rather it was giant and intimidating. I mean honestly.