Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2009 12:34:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Pierre Guillotine Subject: Fond Memories 1 Comments, criticism, appreciation: guillotineboulevard@ymail.com Dear reader, This is a genuine narrative of something that happened when I was just a kid. It hasn't been altered in any way and it contains details that make it very special for me. It may seem at bit odd, but life sometimes makes less sense than fiction. I hope that you give this little story a chance, as I believe that most people can relate to such early experiences. And in case you wish to tell me about your own, you can do it over email. "Fond Memories 1" It was 1990, I was only 6 years old. My family lived in a nice (albeit modest) and quiet neighborhood. The neighbors were friendly and there were many other children for me to play with. In spite of that mostly peaceful environment, I wasn't allowed outside the limits of our little street all by myself, my parents thought I was too young for that. This was a little frustrating as I couldn't visit my friend and classmate C., who lived just a few blocks away, as often as I wished. His parents had imposed a similar restriction on him, so, except for school, we would only meet when our parents were able and willing to drive us. I always try to look on the bright side, and in this case, the positive aspect was that we were always looking forward with excitement to our playdates. This enthusiasm was entirely innocent, until one day in particular, when C. was responsible for my sexual awakening. Before driving me to school that day, my mom packed a T-shirt, a pair of shorts and fresh underwear for me: I was going to spend the entire day at C.'s. His mom picked us up after school. It was just past noon when we arrived. The three of us had lunch together and then she told us to behave ourselves and to obey the maid, just before she went back to work. Both of C.'s parents had jobs and his mom used her lunch break to drive him home from school. There weren't many children (if any) in their immediate neighborhood, so most of C.'s afternoons were lonely, provided that the maid was always busy with heavy cleaning in the kitchen and the bathrooms, or doing laundry. She just had to make sure that he wouldn't try anything stupid or dangerous, and get him to shower at the appropriate time. We spent the first couple of hours delightfully playing with his many many toys, which vastly outnumbered my own collection, and watching cartoons. It was always a treat to be there, his bedroom felt like a toyshop. But nothing noteworthy happened until after shower time. His maid sent me first, correctly guessing that I would offer less resistance than C. I took my backpack with me and after I was done washing myself, I put on my fresh clothes. Then it was his turn. As he attempted to protest, the experienced woman used me as an example, of how I was a good and clean kid. She also told him that the soonest he showered, the soonest we would be allowed to watch the movies rented by his parents for us. He complied. When he came out of the bathroom, he had only the towel around his waist. Instead of getting dressed, he invited me to watch the movies at his parents' bedroom, where the VCR was. I laid down on the large bed while he was choosing the tape. The maid came in and asked for the wet towel as she didn't want him to get his parents' bed wet. He gave it to her, put Disney's Pinocchio in the VCR and jumped on the bed naked, right beside me. Apparently it wasn't a big deal for him or for his maid either (seeing how she didn't object to it), but it was a huge deal for me. My parents were never naked around me, and as soon I was able to shower and get dressed on my own, not even my mother would see me naked anymore. Nudity was a taboo in my family. "Your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit", that's what my father used to say. That kid was desecrating the temple with immoral exposure! Religious values will often succumb to curiosity and sexual desire, and that was the case. We were both lying belly down, facing the television, with pillows supporting our upper bodies. C. was paying close attention to the movie, oblivious to the effect that his nudity had on me. My attention was divided between the television and the sight of his bare buttocks. Many fascinating thoughts crossed my mind, none of them related to Pinocchio's story. How would it feel to touch his butt, to put my face there, or to mount it like a horse? And who knows what else a child's creativity could come up with? But above all, my main curiosity was: Does it feel good to be naked when you're not supposed to, without the veil of sacred and safe privacy? I was about to discover that it does. Without any second thoughts I removed my shorts and underwear at the same time. It's difficult to explain exactly what I felt, but I'll try, that's what I'm here for. There was the thrill of doing something new. There was also that naughty sensation one gets from doing something forbidden. There was the liberating feeling of "public" nudity, to lie down with my ass exposed, so free, so inviting... I was too young and innocent to know what that "invitation" represented, but I knew from instinct that I was expecting something. That expectation would go unfulfilled for a few years, but just being in the right position for it was very exciting. There was the fact that I kept my T-shirt on, which was evidence that all I wanted was to flaunt my ass. Perhaps you reader don't think of it the same way I do, so please allow me to elaborate: In my mind, being bottomless represented with more intensity the desire to be exposed than being fully naked. That notion was established for me that day, when I achieved profane nudity in one single move, and it stuck with me throughout my life. And finally there was the fact that C. and I were voluntarily naked around each other for no particular reason, and that represented a level of intimacy I had never experienced before. I was obviously too young to understand all of those concepts back then, I was just invaded by a flood of pleasant sensations, which made me ecstatic. I barely watched the movies: after Disney's Pinocchio, it was another version of Pinocchio (with dolls or puppets), and then a movie about a monster who befriended a little girl. Every time C. walked to the VCR to change the tape I snapped out of that self centered stupor to admire his cute little dangling penis and his parting buttocks as he bent over. All of this may seem a little tame and naive, but being the first time ever I experienced sensual thoughts, it had a great impact on my personality and preferences, greatly affecting my next experiences (which I want to share with you in the next installments). I hope you have enjoyed.