Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2008 11:26:58 -0500 From: Southwest Guy Subject: "Early Erotic Memories" Part 2 This story is the second part of a six-part series called "Early Erotic Memories." It is completely true and accurately describes the author's personal experience. The story is for informational and recreational purposes only, and the author does not advocate any of the activities described. It should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen. 2. PLAYING WITH OTHER BOYS During my elementary school years in the early 1950s, I was a skinny little boy with blond hair and (as I've been told) a cute face. Although I wasn't extremely athletic, I enjoyed playing with the other kids at school (except for baseball, which I hated) and with my brother and sisters at home. I loved to be outdoors, and I spent most of my time after school and on weekends running around the neighborhood, wearing comfortable old clothes (preferably cut-off jeans and a short-sleeved shirt) and getting dirty. In a photo taken when I was eleven years old, I stand awkwardly in my Cub Scout uniform with a goofy smile on my face and my scraggly hair uncombed. A diverse array of cloth badges and arrowheads streams down the left side of my shirt, an impressive indication of the many hours I had spent, with my dad's help, making scrapbooks and tying knots. I loved to build forts and play cowboys and Indians, and my favorite toy (after my bicycle) was my Radio Flyer wagon, because I could turn it into a stagecoach or a covered wagon with just a large cardboard box or an old sheet that my mother had thrown away. It was fun being a boy! Unknown to most of my family and friends, I also had a keenly-developed erotic interest in other boys, including my younger brother (who I'll describe in another story). My earliest erotic attraction to a boy occurred in kindergarten, when I was five years old. He was a little blonde fellow about my age who lived in the same trailer park as my family. Although I never did anything sexual with him, I remember using a popsicle stick to draw erotic pictures of him in the dirt, showing what I thought his penis and butt must look like (I remember trying to make the lines as smooth as possible). I drew his penis by first making an elongated "U," then putting a horizontal line across it near the bottom, from one side to the other. That line denoted the top of his glans. Finally, I put a small dot at the bottom of the "U" to represent his little piss opening. I drew his butt by making a "Y." The vertical line was his crack, and the diverging lines at the top indicated the top of his plump buttocks. One day when I was in the second or third grade, my father showed me a newspaper article about boys my age who were taking swimming lessons at the local YMCA. An accompanying photo showed about a dozen little boys sitting along the edge of a swimming pool, dangling their feet in the water as they listened to an instructor. I couldn't believe my eyes! The boys were absolutely naked, although with their genitals hidden discreetly between their legs. On top of that, I recognized the nearest boy, who was in my class at school! Needless to say, I cut out the photo when no one was looking and took it to school the next day, anticipating an erotic thrill when I showed it to the boy, who I thought was rather attractive. Sadly, a girl in my class snatched it out of my hands during recess, and I never saw it again. I was heartbroken for days. Throughout elementary school, I also had an erotic interest in my own body, and I recall sitting on the toilet seat in our family's bathroom one night after taking a bath (we lived in a house then), completely naked and with my knees spread wide apart, carefully examining my little circumcised penis. I have no idea how old I was, but I definitely knew what interested me! I remember moving the shaft around and then pondering the delicate little bag of skin underneath with its mysterious contents. Gently fondling each diminutive orb, I actually whispered out loud, "I wonder what they're for!" My favorite part of my own body, however, was my butt. Judging from another photo that shows me facing away from the camera when I was about twelve, I had a skinny little butt, although at the time, I assumed it was nicely plump and inviting. I remember going into the bathroom and locking the door, again when I was twelve, then taking my pants down and using a small mirror to examine my buttocks. I even laid face-down on the floor, then placed the tip of a fingernail file between my cheeks and clenched them tightly together to hold it in place. The mirror gave me an exciting glimpse of what this looked like. My first sexual encounters were with the two brothers who lived next door to us. Their names were Everett and Marshall, and I know we started playing around when Everett and I were in first grade, because he appears in my first grade class photo, sitting at the right end of the first row with his hands folded neatly in his lap and his brown bangs hanging down over his forehead. Marshall was a year or two younger, and he had light blond hair that his mother parted for him on one side. Both boys were good looking, and I couldn't decide which one I liked the most. I don't remember how our liaisons began, although I'm sure that Everett and Marshall instigated them. In fact, as things progressed, I learned that the brothers frequently did things with one another in their bedroom at night, so they were far more experienced than I was. I'm also uncertain about how we discovered the preferred location for our activities, a large clump of bushes adjoining the alley behind our houses, right at the back of Mrs. Graeber's back yard. I suspect that Everett and Marshall already knew about the bushes and introduced me to them, but I'm not certain. At any rate, the bushes were a perfect spot, thick enough to prevent anyone from seeing into them, yet roomy enough on the inside for three boys to do whatever they wanted. Our sessions tended to follow a set pattern. One of us (usually me) would ask the others, "Do you wanna take pants down?" After confirming that all three of us did indeed want to do that, we would head up the alley to the bushes, carefully checking around to make sure no one was watching before we scrambled under the overhanging branches. It was only a short crawl to our secluded spot. Once there, we spoke in hushed voices as we quickly decided who was going to go first. The selected boy then would lie down on his back, and the other two would kneel down on either side of him (we didn't worry about getting our clothes dirty in the beginning). The two kneeling boys then got to unbuckle the other's belt (the most delicious act I could imagine) and take his pants and underpants down. Usually, our play consisted of simple doctor-type examinations. After being inspected and gently probed around his genitals, the subject would be instructed to roll over on his stomach, after which he was inspected and probed again, this time around his bottom (for some reason, I always preferred seeing the other boys' buttocks to seeing their penises). I'm not sure about this, but I think we sometimes broke off a little stick and, after spreading the subject's cheeks, inserted it into his anus. I don't actually remember doing this, but I definitely recall the question we sometimes asked one another in these circumstances: "Do you wanna stick a stick in?" One day while we were in the bushes, Everett suggested that it might be prudent to cover the ground with a small baby blanket that he and Marshall used at night for their bedroom activities. That way, the boy who was lying down wouldn't get dirty, and he also would be more comfortable. Marshall and I agreed that it was a good idea, so Everett crawled out of the bushes and headed up the alley, returning a short time later with the blanket. It was indeed an improvement. Another time, Everett became rather frisky while we were engaged in our antics and boasted that he would walk out into Mrs. Graeber's back yard with his pants down. That was something Marshall and I definitely wanted to see, so we told him to go ahead. He was just unbuckling his belt at the edge of the bushes when Mrs. Graeber suddenly came around the side of her house. She began looking at the bushes suspiciously, and it was obvious that she knew we were there. Of course, we immediately took off like bats out of hell! I recall only one occasion when we used a different location for our erotic activities. We had been playing on the far side of the vacant lot behind my house, where there was a small pump house of some kind, when we became intrigued by a large clump of bushes next to the sidewalk. Hmm, would they make a good hiding place? We crawled in to find out, only to discover that there were some large open gaps underneath the branches. Still, there was plenty of room, and we weren't out in the open, where someone passing by could easily see us. One thing led to another, of course, and soon we were happily engaged in our favorite activity. I also remember a time when Marshall and I had an erotic encounter without Everett (which seems kind of odd, since Everett was my age, while Marshall was younger). One day, the two of us went off exploring, all the way down to the end of our block, then around the corner and down another block to a small field surrounded on three sides by an orange grove. A dirt road crossed the field to an old abandoned shed of some sort, which was visible from the street. The shed seemed very spooky and incredibly isolated to us, so that's where we decided to go. It was a good decision, too, because the shed contained several dusty boxes filled with all kinds of neat stuff, including old books and papers, rusty tools, an old doll with its head missing (I think) and other interesting pieces of junk. We became so preoccupied with going through the boxes that we remained in the shed for quite a long time. Before leaving, we felt a need to take our pants down. After all, the old shed was the perfect place to do something like that. Why miss the opportunity? There was a long work counter built against one wall, supported along its edge by several upright legs. Nailed into the legs about a foot above the floor was a board that was as long as the counter. It occurred to us that if a little boy stepped up onto that board, he would be in a perfect position to bend over the counter. Well, you can imagine what we did. I don't remember which one of us went first, but we each took a turn stepping onto the board and bending forward. I enjoyed feeling the exposure when Marshall pulled my shorts down and examined my little backside, and when it was my turn to examine him, I felt as though I had found my calling. He had the cutest little buttocks, nicely shaped and creamy smooth, just the way I liked them! After we had seen everything we wanted to see of one another, we headed for home. However, when we turned the corner of our street, we noticed a police car parked in front of our houses with its red light flashing! Hurrying home, we discovered that because we had been gone so long, our parents thought we had been kidnapped and had called the police. Oops. Fortunately, we weren't punished, since everyone was happy that we had been found, but we did learn our lesson, and we never did anything like that again. After all, what if the police car with its flashing red light had driven up to the old shed while we were inside, happily admiring our bare bottoms? There was one other brief incident with Everett and Marshall. One day we went swimming at a nearby park that had a public swimming pool. The men's changing area was surrounded by a high cinderblock wall, but other than that, it was open to the air, with the sun streaming down into the locker area and showers and the erotic smell of chlorine permeating everything. Everett, Marshall and I were getting ready to change back into our street clothes after getting out of the pool, and we were drying our naked bodies with the towels provided. Since I wanted to have a good look at Marshall's buttocks, I said to him, "Hey, Marshall! Turn around!" He became very shy at that, wrapping the towel around his waist and refusing to reveal himself. I thought that was strange, seeing as how we showed our buttocks to one another all the time in the bushes down the alley. I felt extremely disappointed. There was a second pair of brothers I sometimes took my pants down with, Jimmy and Raell (I'm not sure about the spelling, but his name rhymed with "pal"). They lived on the opposite side of the alley, several houses down from mine. Jimmy was the oldest, about a year younger than me, I think, and Raell was younger than Jimmy by at least another year. Since Jimmy was a little overweight, I definitely liked Raell the best. He had a cute round face and dark hair that was cut very short, like my brother's. I think Everett and Marshall had moved away by the time I started playing around with Jimmy and Raell (in fact, that may be why I had taken up with them), and I definitely was older. Again, our activities consisted of simple examinations conducted behind our garages and (I think) the pump house next to the vacant lot. The episode with Jimmy and Raell that I remember most took place behind their garage, where we stood on an assortment of old wooden planks. Just before we took our pants down, I asked the brothers, "What'll it be, front or back?" (meaning, should we look at our penises or our buttocks; apparently, it didn't occur to me that we could look at both if we wanted to). Jimmy thought about it for a moment, then said, "Hmm...front," but since I was very eager to see Raell's buttocks, I replied, "No, let's do back." I was the oldest, of course, and something of a leader in our activities, so that was that. I instructed Raell to stand facing away from me and Jimmy and to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and underpants down. That done, I told him to bend forward, and I eagerly pushed up his shirttail and gently pried his buttocks apart. Oh, yuck! His crack was filled with mashed poop, and I almost puked. Jimmy quickly explained that their family had run out of toilet paper the day before and that they weren't able to wipe themselves until their mother could go to the store and buy more. What the hell...?!! Needless to say, that was the end of our sex session. On another occasion when Jimmy and I were alone, I offered to take my pants down and show him my butt. Jimmy said he was interested, but asked if I knew a secluded spot where we could go to do it; after all, we didn't want to get caught! I think we were in my back yard at the time, so I suggested we go into the narrow space between the garage and the neighbors' cinderblock fence. It wasn't a perfect place, by any means, since it was just a little more than a foot wide, but Jimmy agreed. Moments later, Jimmy stood behind me as I unbuckled my belt and awkwardly maneuvered my pants and underpants down (a difficult task, since the space was so cramped!), then bent slightly forward. Jimmy raised my shirttail and took a good long look, while I peered apprehensively out into the street, hoping no one could see us. A good example of our sexual naïveté in those days occurred one afternoon when Jimmy and I were walking home from school together. I had just told Jimmy a dirty joke that I had picked up somewhere, which happened to include the word "fuck" in the punch line. Trying to show off how worldly I was, I asked Jimmy if he knew what that word meant. He reluctantly confessed that he didn't, so I said, "You know your liquid eliminator?" (by which I meant his penis) "It means to suck on it." Jimmy indicated his revulsion by saying, "Eeew," and we continued on our way, neither one of us realizing that I had ignorantly confused fucking with sucking (in fact, I hadn't even conceived of what fucking might be at that age). An older girl whose name I forget lived next door to Jimmy and Raell. I'll call her Lucy. She had a cousin, Wayne, who visited her frequently and was about a year younger than me. Most of the children in the neighbor considered him to be a bully, and I usually tried to avoid him when I knew he was around. One day, Jimmy told me that he and Wayne had gone around to the far side of Lucy's house, where they were hidden from view, and that Wayne had taken his pants and underpants down and bent over, telling Jimmy to lick his buttocks. How odd. I asked Jimmy if he had complied, and he said no. Instead, he had licked his index finger and brushed it against one butt cheek, so Wayne would think that he had done it. I thought that was pretty smart. I considered Wayne to be a fairly good-looking kid, with dark brown curly hair that was always unruly in a sexy kind of way, but I also thought he had a somewhat mean look to his face, in keeping with his bully reputation. Still, I couldn't deny that Wayne was a very desirable boy, and I envied Jimmy for getting to see his buttocks. Eventually, I became rather friendly with Lucy, and one day she invited me to visit her at her house while her parents were away. When I entered the living room, I was surprised to find that Wayne was there, too. Although I wasn't sure how to behave around him, it turned out that we got along well enough. Shortly after my arrival, Lucy announced that she and Wayne had to take a bath together, and that I should wait in the living room until they were through. Oddly enough, this didn't seem unreasonable to me, and I felt aroused by the fact that Wayne was going to be completely naked in the bathroom within a matter of minutes. Soon I could hear water running on the other side of the bathroom door, along with splashing sounds, muffled voices and laughter. Suddenly, Wayne's voice rang out clearly, telling me to come into the bathroom right away, because they needed me. No problem! I was opening the bathroom door in a heartbeat, eagerly peering in to see if Wayne was naked. He and Lucy were in the bathtub together, so I couldn't see much, but I didn't really have time to study the situation, because Lucy started yelling that Wayne had been joking and I that I needed to leave. I retreated into the living room, very aroused and more curious than ever about what Wayne might look like naked. Almost immediately, Wayne's voice rang out again, telling me to come into the bathroom right away. This time, I was determined to see everything I wanted to see. When I opened the door, however, Lucy was alone in the bathtub, and she again started yelling for me to leave. I quickly noticed, however, that someone was hiding behind the door. Hmm...who could it be? I pulled the door back, and there was Wayne, naked as a jaybird, trying to cover himself with a towel. No way was he going to escape me this time! I jerked the towel away from him and started saying things like, "Hey, what are you doing? What's going on?" trying to sound genuinely surprised and confused by the situation. Wayne in turn began jumping around and squealing as he frantically tried to cover himself with his hands. I may have tried to grab him, although I'm not sure, but he nimbly darted through the door and down the hallway, with me in hot pursuit. I was drinking in his nakedness all the time, trying to see as much as I could while I had the chance. He had a nice physique, with pale smooth skin, slender muscular legs and beautiful buttocks. As he ducked into a bedroom, I followed right behind, only to discover that he had reached the window and wrapped the floor-length curtain around his midsection. Damn! In a matter of seconds, I was grabbing at the curtain, trying to get it away from him, while he danced around and resisted, squealing all the time. After some effort, I was able to lift the curtain up far enough to get a good view of his butt. He had an extremely nice one, perhaps the best I had ever seen on a boy, with perfectly-shaped cheeks and a tiny mole just to the left of his very inviting cleavage. At that point, I'm sorry to say, he broke away and ran back down the hall to the bathroom, leaving me behind with just the rumpled curtain and one of the most delightful memories of my childhood. The sexual encounters I've described so far involved boys who were fairly close to my own age, but I did have one encounter with a much younger boy. One afternoon, I was visiting a little girl who lived down at the end of our block and around the corner. Her house was a big wooden two-story affair set back from the street and surrounded by a small grove of walnut trees. We happened to be in her back yard, playing next to the detached garage, while her little brother was playing nearby, under a big shade tree. He was a cute little three-year-old with blond hair, and I remember that he was wearing a pair of light blue shorts and a matching short sleeve shirt that day. In some way, I suggested to the girl that it might be interesting to take her little brother's pants down. She agreed, and we quickly began planning how to go about it. Noticing that there was a small wooden folding ladder standing near the garage, it occurred to me that we could have her little brother climb up the ladder to an appropriate rung, then have him bend over the top. His little backside would be at eye-level (the ladder was about four feet high), and we then could pull his shorts down. It's hard to believe that I was capable of hatching such a wicked, even diabolical, plan at such a young and tender age, but evidently I was! The girl agreed that it was a brilliant idea, and little brother's fate was sealed. There was only one problem. What if he should tell his parents about what we had done to him? The girl assured me that he wouldn't. In fact, she often took her little brother's pants down to enjoy his charms when they were alone together, and he had never once told on her. Besides, he was so young that he often had trouble making himself understood to his parents and other adults. So, we could do whatever we wanted to do without any fear of being found out. For some reason that I can't remember, the girl then went into her house, leaving me alone with little brother. She said she was going to come right back, but to this day, I can't imagine what might have drawn her away from what I considered to be a delicious and totally captivating situation! Nevertheless, she was gone. Well, the temptation was too great, and I decided that I just couldn't wait for her to come back. So, I called little brother over, and he dutifully joined me at the base of the ladder. I told him that we were going to play a game and that I wanted him to climb up the ladder almost to the top. Willing to please, he started up the rungs, and being the considerate boy that I was, I helped him along, so he wouldn't fall. When he reached the proper rung, I told him to stop, then instructed him to bend forward across the top of the ladder and hold very still for what was going to come next (little did he know...). I realized that if any adults in the house really wanted to notice what was going on in the back yard, they easily could, so I got right down to business. My first objective was to push the little boy's shirttail up his back (clearing the deck for action, so to speak). That done, I clutched his blue shorts at the elastic waistband and with great eagerness pulled them down smoothly and efficiently over his little buttocks. The sight that greeted me was everything I had hoped it would be: smooth perfect little cheeks, pale and creamy, with a beautiful, even delectable cleavage. Unfortunately, since his legs were close together, I couldn't see his little scrotum and its contents, but I knew they were there. For several seconds, I feasted ravenously on the amazing sight, memorizing every detail. Alas, all good things must come to an end, so I reluctantly pulled little brother's shorts back up and told him he could climb down. The game was over. Shortly afterward, the girl came back out of the house, but since I had already seen everything I wanted to see, I didn't press her about continuing with our plan, and she seemed to have forgotten about it. The episode ended with little brother continuing to play by himself under the big shade tree. Several times in elementary school, I was right on the verge of having an exciting sexual encounter with another boy or several boys, only to have it fall through at the last minute. The most regrettable lost opportunity involved a beautiful boy in my class named David. He was tall, slender and muscular, and very good looking, with light blond hair cut in a "flat top," which I thought was extremely sexy. David also was rugged and athletic, and he always seemed to be getting into trouble with our teacher. That appealed to me a great deal. In fact, I considered David to be one of the most desirable boys in our class. One day, I was visiting David at his house, and we were either in his back yard or his bedroom (how time fades the memory!). Eventually, we began discussing the fact that little boys like ourselves sometimes took their pants down with one another. David mentioned that he had even done it with another boy in our class whose name I have forgotten. His brief account of what they had done together (not much) left me breathless, and I asked if he would be willing to take his pants down with me right then and there. He said sure, but he felt that we needed to find a more secluded place where we could have complete privacy. Thus began a brief odyssey during which we traveled through his living room (where we said hello to his mother), then into his front yard, up the street and down the alley behind his house, trying to find a hidden spot where we could "do it." Several times he mentioned a possible location, only to dismiss it on second thought as being unsafe. I suggested the nearby orange grove, but for some reason, he didn't like that idea. Since I could hardly wait to see what David looked like with his pants down, I was starting to get a little frustrated, to say the least. Then David suddenly burst my bubble completely by announcing that he had changed his mind and didn't want to do anything after all, because "it isn't nice." Of all the...!! Unfortunately, there wasn't much I could do, since David seemed very determined to embrace morality, but I cursed him under my breath and truly regretted the missed opportunity! A second disappointment involved Jimmy and Raell. One day, Jimmy and I were sitting around talking (although oddly enough, I don't remember where we were), and I was trying to steer our conversation in a sexual direction, specifically toward the idea of capturing Raell and stripping him down (after all, we were pretty bored). When I first mentioned Raell, however, Jimmy didn't seem very interested; but when I suggested that we chase him down and catch him, he perked right up, agreeing that a chase might be fun. I then asked, "What should we do with him after we capture him?" Jimmy thought that over for a moment and then replied, "Hmm...strip him!" Perfect. Unfortunately, Jimmy then got distracted by something else and seemed to lose interest in Raell, so we just continued sitting around, despite my objections and much to my regret. Another time, I was biking home from school with several other boys, when we happened to notice Jimmy and Wayne walking across a large, open field on the other side of the street, toward the adjoining orange grove. Since they were walking away from us, they couldn't see us, and one of the boys suggested that we ought to chase them down and capture Wayne, then take him into the orange grove and find a secluded spot where we could strip him down and examine him naked. After the episode I had already enjoyed with Wayne at Lucy's house, I was very much in favor of that! Another boy suggested that we ought to bike down the old dirt road along the far side of the orange grove, so we could intercept Wayne and Jimmy as they emerged from the trees. The others agreed that that would work, and I could barely contain my excitement. Regrettably, this delicious plan evaporated into thin air for some reason, and we continued on our way without carrying it out. On yet another occasion, I myself came very close to being taken sexually without my consent by three other boys from our neighborhood. I was playing on the far side of the vacant lot behind my house, where the small pump house was located, when I noticed the boys approaching. In the lead was Steven, who was several years older than me (I think he was in junior high) and lived right next door to us, in the house where Everett and Marshal had lived. Behind him came Kenny from across the street and Kenny's cousin Grover, both of whom were about a year younger than me. All three were relatively good-looking boys, and I had something of a crush on Kenny. Steven told me that they were going into the orange grove across the street from the pump house to play "army," and I was invited to go along with them. Something about the tone of his voice and the way all three of them were acting made me a little suspicious. It seemed to me that they were trying to coax me into the orange grove for some devious purpose, perhaps even to strip me naked and then play around with me (I have no idea how I came to that conclusion, but that's what I decided). I told them thanks anyway, but I didn't want to play army just then. They were reluctant to leave, however, and I was starting to get worried, when a little girl by the name of Linda happened to wander by. She was about three years old and lived only two houses up the street from my house. Steven approached her and said something like, "Hey, Linda, why don't you come along with us?" Then he took her by the hand and, with Kenny and Grover following, led her across the street and into the orange grove. I watched them for several minutes as they made their way back through the trees and finally disappeared. I knew Steven was up to something, so I waited by the pump to see what might happen. Eventually, I began to hear a sound from the orange grove, like crying, and I saw Linda walking toward me through the trees, bawling her eyes out. When she reached the street, I crossed over and took her by the hand, then lifted her dress up and discovered that her panties were missing. I took her back to her house, and when her mother came to the door, I explained what had happened. About an hour later, I was back at my own house when Steven's grandmother came to our front door accompanied by Steven himself. She said that Linda's mother had accused Steven, Kenny and Grover of poking sticks at Linda after removing her panties, and she wanted to know if I could confirm that. I told her honestly that I didn't know what they had done. I don't know what kind of punishment Steven, Kenny and Grover eventually received, but I avoided them for quite a long time after that. In the years following this incident, I gradually came to regret that I hadn't gone into the orange grove with the three boys. Obviously, Steven had selected me as his first choice for whatever he had in mind, and I began to fantasize about what my fate might have been if I had played along with them. I imagined myself being led far back into the orange grove to a tree with branches hanging low enough to form a kind of hiding place underneath. I could see myself being taken under the tree, then being grabbed, forced to the ground and stripped totally naked. I imagined the three boys holding me down while they eagerly examined my little body and felt me all over. Finally, I visualized Steven positioning me face-down across his lap as he leaned against the trunk of the orange tree, then spreading my buttocks to reveal my anus. A brief incident at school one day increased my interest in the provocative idea of a boy being taken against his will. I think I was in the fifth grade. Several of us boys were standing around talking on the covered walkway outside our classroom when one of them, a very good-looking boy who also was named David, said quite unexpectedly, "Guess what. I've been stripped by a girl before!" Well, we all perked up our ears at that, and we pressed David to give us the juicy details. He said that when he was "younger" (which I took for some reason to mean pre-school age), he and his family had lived in the state of Georgia. One day, he had been walking along a path through the local woods when "all of a sudden, somebody jumped out and grabbed me and pulled me into the bushes, and before I knew what was happening," (here he gave an embarrassed little giggle) "I didn't have any clothes on!" Wow, the thought of that excited me to no end. I could just see David being stripped naked, and I wished very much that I had been there to watch. He didn't give any further details other than the fact that the girl was much older than he was, and I often wondered if he hadn't cooperated to some extent as she took his clothes off. I certainly envied her! One day I became convinced that my younger brother and I had narrowly escaped being taken against our wills by a gang of boys in a local park. I don't know how old we were at the time, but we were both in elementary school (my brother was about five and a half years my junior). We had been playing on the swings and the slide, and I think we were just starting to leave, when I noticed a group of five or six boys, all about my age, walking toward us from some large bushes on the edge of the park. As they got closer, they started running straight at us, and it was obvious that they intended to capture us for some reason. Suddenly, one of the boys noticed an elderly man with a cane walking along a nearby path, and he called in a loud voice to the others, "Wait! That might be their father." The boys came to an abrupt halt and then, after briefly discussing the situation, started walking back toward the bushes. I don't know if my brother realized what had just happened, but I felt certain that the boys had intended to grab us and take us back to their hideout. For what purpose? The only thing I could think of was that they wanted to strip us down and play around with us sexually. In later years, I again regretted that the boys hadn't been able to capture us and carry out what I imagined to be their wicked plan. The idea of being taken into the bushes with my little brother thrilled me, and I wondered what things the boys might have done to us. Today, of course, I know that the realities of a situation like that, as opposed to my childhood fantasy, probably would have traumatized a naïve boy like me, and I would have hated it. But at the time, the thought of being taken against my will was quite pleasant. Altogether, my childhood sexual encounters were very mild and innocent. I've read quite a few stories by other guys describing the sexual activities they engaged in as children, and they often include accounts of both oral and anal sex. Regrettably, things like that were simply unimaginable when I was a boy (at least, to me and my friends), and we never went beyond our simple activities. What a shame. Today, I wish we had been either more imaginative or less innocent! March 2008