Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2004 10:04:08 -0600 From: Paul Wilson Subject: ANOTHER LOINCLOTH STORY Some time ago I posted a story about my fun wearing loincloths. I received e-mails from several guys who liked the story, and had also had pleasurable experiences wearing a loincloth. One was very similar to my experiences, and I urged him to post his story, but he didn't want to. But he agreed to letting me post it, so here it is. I'll write it in first person as though I were him, since that's easiest to do. It all began at about age 8 when I was in cub scouts. A local group of boy scouts who performed Indian dances came to perform for my pack meeting, and I was intrigued by the loincloths they wore. The group had scouts of all ages, from about my own age to 16, and the sight of them dancing nearly naked, with bare thighs and hips, was neat to see. At the end of their performance, they passed out brochures with information and seeking new members. I was on a swim team, which took up most of my extra time, and besides, I was afraid I'd be embarrassed to dance nearly naked, so I didn't join up. But my best friend Billy did. A couple of weeks later I was over at Billy's house, and his mother was at the store. Billy asked if I wanted to see his Indian costumes. I said yes, not knowing what to expect. Billy took me up to his room and pulled out a box which had several items, including two loincloths made of soft cotton cloth. Billy wasted no time stripping naked and putting one of them on, and strutted around the room showing it off. He looked really good in it. Then he suggested I try the other one, and I stripped and put it on. It felt really neat. My mother always bought me tight briefs, and the loincloth felt nice and loose, and my privates could bounce around in it. Billy and I danced around, and I can remember how good it felt to be loose like that, and I enjoyed seeing Billy's nearly naked body. We ran around the house like that, until his mother came home. I felt kind of embarrassed to be caught nearly naked in just a loincloth, but she didn't seem to mind. She said we looked cute, and we went about our play, eventually returning to Billy's room. When I went home, all I could think about was how good the loincloth felt, and that night I found some cotton cloth and twine, and made myself one. I wore it to bed, and it felt really good, with just enough of a trace of naughtiness that I was exhilarated. I noticed I got a hardon, and it felt good to rub it on the bed with my loincloth on. I did that for a while and then fell asleep. That became my nightly routine: Putting on my loincloth and playing around, then going to sleep while rubbing myself on the bed. I don't know how many days it was before I got the idea to keep rubbing, but one night I did, and I had my first orgasm, which caught me completely by surprise. All of a sudden my whole body tensed and I got this wonderful throbbing feeling that overwhelmed me with wave after wave of a tickling sensation. As the pulsing in my loins died down, I was panting and stunned by what had happened. My penis was too sensitive to touch, and I had to roll over to take the pressure off of it. I felt very relaxed in the afterglow of my first orgasm, and drifted off to sleep wondering what had happened. Well, I was hooked. My loincloth felt even better to wear from then on, and every night I repeated my performance, enjoying that wonderful feeling. I didn't know what to call what I did when I was rubbing myself on the bed, so I just thought of it as making myself feel good. Since any playing with myself was a no-no with my mother, the sense of naughtiness was heightened, and I decided I shouldn't let my mother see my loincloth. So that became my little secret, and I found a place in my closet to hide it when I wasn't wearing it, and was very careful to only wear it when my mother wasn't likely to see me, like right before bed and when she was out of the house. She left me alone at home every so often when she went to play cards at night with friends, and if the weather was nice, I'd slip into the back yard and run around in my loincloth, feeling very naughty indeed. That was fun for an 8 year old. Some time after I discovered how to make myself feel good, I was over at Billy's house again, and his mother went shopping, so he asked if I wanted to play in his loincloths. I said an eager "yes," and we both quickly stripped down and changed. I got a little boner almost immediately. Billy noticed, and kidded me about it. I got a little flushed in the face. But then he ran downstairs to the family room, and I followed. We ran around the family room playing Indians, and I noticed Billy kept glancing at the little hump in the front of my loincloth that showed I still had a boner. I was feeling like it would be neat to do what I did in bed at night, and wondered if Billy ever did that. The thought of him doing what I did was strangely exciting, and I kept trying to figure out how to ask him. I was finally overcome by my curiosity, and desire to get my good feeling, so I just asked him if he ever rubbed himself on his bed while wearing his loincloth. He got a funny look on his face, and whispered, "Yeah, do you do that, too?" I was excited and told him I did, and he asked if I wanted to do it now. I was sure willing, and I could see a little bump in the front of Billy's loincloth just like mine. We ran back up to his room, and Billy hopped up onto the bed and pulled a pillow down to his crotch and lay on top of it. He punched a little grove in the center of it, where he put his penis. That was a new one on me, but I did the same, and almost before I knew it we were laying next to each other, both humping pillows like mad. I was so excited that I had my good feeling very quickly, and lay there panting as Billy thrust into his pillow beside me. He had his eyes closed, so I could watch his face as he reached climax, and I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I did. I was really happy to find out that Billy did it, too. That became our favorite game whenever we had sleepovers or his mother was out of the house. Billy didn't stay with the scout group long, but he kept his loincloths handy. In warm weather we'd have sleepouts in his tent in his big back yard, and as soon as it got dark we would change into loincloths and run around with little boners, grabbing each other's every so often to see if we were both hard. Then we'd go into the tent and abuse our pillows, sometimes several times in one night. When we were about 10 or so, the loincloth I'd made for myself started to get pretty ratty from so much use, so I needed to make a new one. My mother had a drawer full of silk scarves she'd salvaged from her mother's house when she died, and I snuck one of those to try as a loincloth. Boy, did I have a surprise! It felt so slippery and nice. I got an instant boner, and tried to resist the urge to hump my pillow, as I walked around my room enjoying the new feeling. I couldn't resist long, and climbed up onto my bed and went to it. I was in heaven. I couldn't wait to show Billy how good a silk scarf felt as a loincloth, and snitched another one the next time I went to his house. Up in his room I told him about it, and he was so eager to try it that he put it on before his mother left the house. He really liked it, and when his mother announced she was going to the store to get stuff for dinner, I put mine on and we ran around the house enjoying the new feeling. This time we didn't bother going back upstairs to use our pillows; Billy grabbed a throw pillow from the family room couch and lay on top of it on the floor. I grabbed one, too, and we both humped them to climax. We were both still laying there panting from our exertion when we heard his mother's car in the driveway, and had just enough time to bound upstairs before she came in the door and caught us wearing nothing but silk scarves. We both giggled madly while we hurriedly changed back into our clothes. The real surprise came when I was 12, going on 13. When I did my normal masturbation session (I now knew the word for it), I shot my first semen. I knew what it was, and knew it would happen eventually, but I wasn't prepared for the mess. The inside of my loincloth was left all sticky and messy. I wiped it up as best I could, but there was a faint white stain right where I ejaculated. When I went to Billy's house that weekend, I had several such stains. He saw them, and said, "You, too?" It turned out he had started ejaculating a couple of weeks before. He said he took his loincloth off and humped into it until he was nearly done, then pulled it out from under him and instead soiled his pillow. He showed me the stains on his pillow cover. So that night, for the first time, we lay side by side naked while we did our pillows. It was neat seeing Billy's naked butt go up and down, and when he rolled off his pillow I could see his semen all over his hard little spike and his pillow. It was exciting. From then on we still played in loincloths, but got naked to masturbate. I didn't like the stains on my pillow, so I snitched yet another silk scarf, cut it in half, and used it on top of my pillow to get the good feeling and to protect the pillow case. I gave Billy the other half, and we now both had our first cum rags. Both of us used them every night, and they got pretty crusty, so we'd wash them out by hand every so often. The only problem was in having to hang them somewhere to dry. I was afraid my mother would see it and wonder what I was doing with half of a silk scarf hanging in my room, particularly since not all of the stains would wash out, so it would have been pretty obvious what it was. But my mother never saw it because I was really careful. Billy's mother found his, but never said anything. I think she suspected what had been going on all those years, but was OK with it. No way my mother would have reacted like that. One day I forgot to include my cum rag in my backpack when I went to Billy's for a sleepover (I never forgot my loincloth!), so I was missing my favorite item. Billy came up with an idea, though. If we stretched his out, there was just enough room for us both to use it at the same time. That of course meant that we were laying against each other, and I really enjoyed the feeling of his naked thigh against mine as we humped our respective pillows. We got into the same rhythm, each humping at the same pace, with our bodies tightly together. That was so much fun that I began forgetting my cum rag on purpose when I visited Billy, and we always did it side by side touching each other from then on.