I can’t say I collect underwear, but damn, do I love shopping for it! Every time I hit the mall, I still pop into underwear stores like a kid in a candy shop—even though Dr. Chan warned me to avoid anything too tight after my ahem “incident.” But hey, a guy can look, right?

I found myself gravitating towards the briefs first. There’s something about that snug fit that just feels right. It’s not about being sexy; it’s all about the comfort and support they offer. I picked up a bold blue pair, so soft it practically begged to be worn. I couldn’t help but remember the first time I slipped into a pair like this; how it hugged my body just right, making me feel confident and ready to take on the day.

Living with parents means I have to be careful about nudity, but when I’m home alone, I love stripping completely. It feels liberating – like I’m finally free in my own skin. Of course, I have to be ready to cover up fast if someone comes home unexpectedly. We’ve got those damn patio doors where the neighbors might see in, and mom would kill me if I got caught. But in those rare private moments? Nothing beats the feeling.

I read some of your posts on VirtualTeen, and it seems nearly all of you guys like walking around naked (maybe). As for me, if my friends and neighbors knew, would they care and think it strange? Many of them do know, and though many of them probably don’t stay nude much at home, it isn’t at all strange to them that some people, like me, do. But I’ve got to be careful because we’ve got full-size patio doors at the back of the living room and there’s nothing worse than standing there in the nude, looking out and seeing the next-door neighbor looking over the fence and making eye contact. My house also has got frosted glass on the front door and when it’s dark outside and the lights are on inside you can still see enough detail from the street that it’s a bit embarrassing!

I have to confess that I do like showing my briefs. I like pretending that I am doing it unwittingly though I know very well what my intention was. When the mood strikes and I feel that I would like to pull pants down and take some pictures of my underwear, but very, very, seldom do I ever purposely allow anyone to see them then.

Today, I tried something wild—swimming naked in a public pool. The moment I slipped into the water, it felt like pure magic, just me and the cool embrace of the pool. That sensation was so liberating, like I had shed all the societal expectations and was simply existing. But then, of course, that little voice crept in, whispering about rules and what’s acceptable, making me look around, half-expecting someone to ruin this moment of freedom.

I like body art. It can be amazing, and I don’t mind if someone has a tattoo. It looks good. Sometimes it’s artistic. My friend has a tattoo on his back. That looks cool. As for me, they’re not really my thing. I don’t dislike them or others at all. It’s a permanent thing. I am changing every year. My philosophy and point of view keep changing. What I liked last year; I don’t like it anymore. I am learning every day. I read a lot about tattoos. It’s fascinating. But I love my clean body and prefer to keep my beliefs inside my mind. Do I have to keep my views to myself?

A lot has changed this year—I’ve gotten taller, stronger, and hair has started growing in new places including my private parts. I’ve even had my first wet dreams and tried masturbating, though I still haven’t figured out how to actually finish. Another very important thing about becoming an adult is that you will eventually be able to have children. I masturbated every day. Well, it’s kind of embarrassing for me to talk about this, especially with my parents. I think my parents were the type to avoid such discussions. They trusted the school’s sexual education curriculum to handle such issues as health, development, diseases, and types of protection… um…It’s all so confusing, especially since my parents never gave me “the talk.” Most of what I know comes from school or the internet.

If you have phimosis, certainly when you go to a urologist, the doctor will go straight for the circumcision option. I’m still unsure about that, so I’ve been trying stretching exercises I found online. Progress has been slow—frustratingly slow. Right now, I can barely retract the foreskin enough to see part of the head when flaccid, and even that takes effort. When I’m hard? Forget it. The skin feels like it’s being squeezed by a rubber band, and forcing it back is way too painful. I’m trying to stay positive, but some days it feels hopeless. I keep telling myself that patience is key, even though I want this fixed now. Maybe if I stick with the stretches, things will improve. For now, masturbation is still a mess—half the time, I give up because it’s just uncomfortable.

I’ve been masturbating more lately—sometimes twice a day—but it’s not even enjoyable anymore. It’s like my body’s stuck in overdrive, and I’m just going through the motions to relieve the tension. The worst part? My foreskin makes everything harder. It’s still too tight to retract properly, and rushing the stretches only leaves me sore. I found a forum with step-by-step phimosis exercises, so I’m trying those now. Maybe if I’m patient, things will improve. But right now, it’s just frustrating

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about… well, everything down there. After all the weird changes and failed attempts at masturbating, I got curious about what semen actually is. I mean, I’ve seen it during wet dreams, but I never really noticed it until now. Today, I did something I never thought I’d try. After masturbating, I stared at the little bit of pre-cum on my fingers and wondered: What does it taste like? I hesitated for a second, then licked it off. It was… salty. Really salty. And kinda weird, but not in a bad way? It got cold super fast, though. I don’t know why I expected it to taste like anything else, but I guess I just had to know for myself. It’s funny how curious I’ve become about all this stuff. A year ago, I wouldn’t have even dreamed of doing something like this. Now, it’s just another weird experiment in figuring out how my body works. Maybe I’ll try it again someday.