Quirky one

As I entered puberty I liked to see myself naked. After school I would find an empty room where I could be alone without anyone bothering me and I'd take my clothes off. Sometimes I'd take only my pants and underwear off but other times I'd strip completely. I would pile all my clothes together in a heap, my shirt, undershirt, pants, underwear, shoes and socks.

How much of my clothes I took off depended on how much time I felt I had to myself. Once I was nude I would lie on my stomach and look at the bare rear of my body in a mirror and imagine that it was someone else I was looking at, even that it could be a girl's body since my penis would be hidden lying on my stomach. It would remind me of a centerfold layout for a magazine.

When the house was empty I would look in the laundry bag for my mom's clothes to find some underthings to try on. Sometimes I'd find a slip and other times I'd find stockings. Then I'd bring them in with me to put on after stripping my clothes off. They were so soft and smooth against my skin that it would feel stimulating to me.

If I knew for certain the house would be empty for awhile I could take my time alone but more importantly I could venture out of the one room to roam the house nude. I'd strip and put on the slip and stockings. Then I'd walk around the house and imagine I was a girl or just a guy with no clothes except the slip and stockings. Just the feel of the soft underthings on my skin stimulated me and I was so naive that I wasn't sure why. But I knew it felt good.

Overall though I'd have to say that being completely naked was my favorite way to be. I loved the feel of my bare feet on the floor and the complete freedom of being nude alone. I'd walk up onto one of the beds and jump up and down while watching my penis bounce up and down in the mirror on the wall. But it was funny because as I got a little older and entered puberty my penis began to get much larger. Then it actually felt very stiff bouncing around but it was nice to watch.

I noticed as I got older that my body became real hairy over my penis. Then one day lying partly nude on the bathroom rug holding my legs up in the air something unexpected happened. Being entirely nude like that got me very stimulated, although I still wasn't sure why. I had taken my pants and underwear off and as my penis bounced upside down I felt a rush down there. All of a sudden milky semen dripped and shot from my penis and I panicked in disbelief. Then I cleaned up before anyone came home.

The next day all I thought about in school was what had happened. I rushed home after school. Then I found a quiet place by myself and prepared to experiment. I had a rough idea of what had happened. I got some paper to catch anything and laid it next to me. Then I was all set.

I wanted to repeat what had happened but make it more intense. There was no one home so I took off all my clothes and put them aside. Then I walked around the house naked and rolled around on the floor while I watched my penis get bigger and bigger. After awhile I started to get a feeling that something was happening.

I rushed back to where I had started and lay completely naked on my back on the rug on the floor. Then I smacked around my penis and felt it become real hard. It was real red and I rolled it between my legs. I did that over and over until I got that feeling from the other day. I got on my knees, grabbed my penis in both hands, and pulled it out and in. It was fiery red now and hard as a rock. Then it happened. The gooey white sperm shot out from the tip of my penis. I tried to catch it onto the paper near me. It kept coming out and my whole body felt a wonderful rush of joy. It was centered in my penis but it coursed through my entire body to my brain.

Finally the feeling faded until only a few thick oozes dripped from my penis. I wiped what was hanging on the tip and looked at myself. And I thought to myself, so that's an orgasm. It was an intense feeling of overwhelming joy that had started in my penis and traveled through my entire body to my brain. After cleaning myself off I dressed and went on my way. Almost every day afterward I repeated that, but I always tried to do it somehow differently to keep it interesting.