Was I a weird boy?
I suppose some people are just born weird. Or are most of us weird but we keep quiet about it? I am going to risk telling about my own weirdness surrounding my sexuality. Perhaps some of you will be able to relate or perhaps I will realise that I am as weird and odd as I was always afraid I am.
When I was 6, I use to dress up in a weird way. I would wear all my underpants at once (one over the other). Then I would get into an old costume of my older sister. I suppose it was something that was made for a school play or ballet or something. It looked like a swimming suit made from nylon. Any way, everybody in my family thought it was very funny but the real reason I did it, was because it made my little penis jump up in an erection. When the others weren’t looking, I was humping. Sometimes just pushing my hips forward and backwards in the air or humping the wall, the floor, my mattress, a tree outside in the garden, a pillar..., you name it. (I was use to getting orgasms as far back as I could remember.)
Humping in strange places were always exciting. When I was 7 I took Judo for a year. The sensé (don’t know how to spell it) or coach came and pic me up in his van. All the mats were layered in the back and I had to crawl into the remaining gap between the stacked mats and the roof. The moment the van pulled away I was humping. My Judo clothes always gave me an erection. Sometimes I would hump while wearing all my Judo clothes, sometimes I would pull down my pants and hump in my nylon briefs and other times I would also take off my briefs.
I loved all kinds of material and structure as far back as I can remember. I remember myself as a small boy touching walls, wood, rocks, water … always with a sexual connection. Sometimes only slightly arousing but sometimes more so. I loved the feeling of my underwear. I loved the feeling of some of my pants. When wearing those pants I would go without underwear. (I must say, I often didn’t wear underpants.) I remember making my mum driving around for days, looking for a specific pair of pants I wanted. She never new the truth why I wanted it.
Since I was a young preteen, even the thought of certain clothes or structures would sometimes arouse me. I have many memories of myself humping all kinds of things and at a lot of different places. The moment I was alone or thought I was alone I tried feeling the structures. Sometimes I just touched the objects or structures but if there were a chance, I took off all my clothes and pressed my whole body against it. I would press my nakedness against rocks along the see, roll around naked in the sand and humping into the sand, walking naked in the back yard of empty holiday houses, pressing myself against the cement veranda floors, the pillars and against the windows. I remember the coldness of cement and tiles against my skin. I would turn my head and even press my cheek against it, trying to connect as much as possible of myself against the structure. If there were a tap in the back yard I opened it, kneeled under it and let the force of the stream run onto my foreskin until I orgasmed.
I have an image of myself folding myself around the basin in the bathroom. My hands gripping the taps…
Our house were on the edge of a farm. It became a habit to go for naked strolls on the farm after school. There were a dam were I often swam naked. Once I stood naked under the sluice and the stream took me to the point of orgasm.
Close to our holiday house there were a river with thick vegetation and trees along its banks. I crawled underneath and started to break off small branches and created a huge den. This became my hide out were I walked around naked and humped trees and played with myself. I think it was how I first came to a new weird discovery. Next to the thick bushy streak along the river there were a footpath. People would walk past me without knowing that I was only a meter or two away from them. Being naked and masturbating while there were people so close to me were extremely intense. Sometimes it would be a whole family (mum, dad, kids) strolling along.
I know it sound as if it was the only thing I was ever busy with. If I read it now it sure sounds like it! But it isn’t true. I was a well balanced boy. I had lots of friends and I grew up in a stable and loving family. Things started to change as I became a teenager and I became more “normal”. I still like being naked and I stopped wearing underpants (because I never found a type that do not hurt me) but walking around naked and humping things became less and less as I grew older. Graciously I am happily married and me and my wife have a beautiful daughter.
So, there you have it!