I discovered my love for being nude in front of clothed people when I was 12. I was friendly with a boy a couple of years younger who lived close by and whose parents both worked. So we had his house to ourselves for several hours after school.

    I was already ejaculating and had pubic hair while Tom had a boy’s small penis still. He was fascinated by my bigger cock and began pestering me to show it to him. I didn’t need much persuading.

    One thing led to another. First I’d get it out and show and then he wanted me to leave it out all the time we were together. He wouldn’t touch it so I began to fondle myself and then to masturbate in front of him.

     We were soon doing this every day. It wasn’t long before he suggested I should get fully nude and I said I would if he would masturbate me. It was the first time I’d undressed fully in front of anyone other than mum and the first time anyone else had touched my cock.

    He was a clumsy masturbator but I didn’t mind ; I hadn’t realised how exciting either thing could be. It was even better that he didn’t take his own clothes off. Somehow, that made me feel even more nude.

    We began doing this every day. We’d go to his house and I would get naked and wank in front of him and he would wank me but always staying fully dressed himself. Although I was the older one, I sensed that my nudity changed things and that he was in charge.

    He became more demanding, telling me to do things which I obeyed. For instance, he always accompanied me to the toilet and he made me do chores like tidying up his room, always in the nude.

    He made me bend over and show him my anus which I resisted doing at first out of shyness but he forced me to obey and after the first time I discovered I was willing to do it whenever he asked.

    I knew by now that he was looking for ways to humiliate me but by this stage I was too into what we were doing to care. Obeying him gave me a delicious feeling that made cumming even more pleasureable.

    It was my own suggestion that he should spank me which he did with his mother’s hairbrush while I bent over her bed. My reward was a pair of her panties to take home and wank into.

    In good weather, we’d walk into the countryside and he’d find a spot to tell me to get my clothes off in the open and masturbate in front of him. A couple of times, we were seen although the people were strangers. I found I wasn’t embarrassed. I even liked it.

    I suspected he was boasting to others about what he was making me do and I didn’t mind that either. It felt good that people knew I was his tame wanker.

    We did this for a couple of years until he moved away with his parents and I still masturbate thinking about how good it was.