E-mail address: longmeuk@yahoo.co.uk It's encouraging to see so many readers enjoying the stories of Roy every week! Perhaps we enjoy them partly because it brings back memories of childhood curiosities and the way we ourselves explored the human body in ways not officially approved. Speaking personally, I had a very unexciting, deprived childhood in that way, and the stories of Roy bring out what I missed. But I'm sure there are a lot of readers out there who had experiences of their own. If so, won't you tell us about them? I would love to be able to include a reader's section, perhaps weekly, where I can include your contributions. Please contribute if you can! I just ask, that as in the stories of Roy, you keep to genuine childhood experiences, no real sex or obscene words. For starters, I include three stories below that people have sent me in the past. Katy and Marion are happy for me to use their stories again; I haven't been able to contact the guy who sent in the third story, but hope he won't mind either. Here we go. Hope you enjoy them and feel inspired to send us your memories, anonymous if you wish. 1. Reflections, from Katy I had two male friends - boys about my same age who were in my class at school. I remember one summer when they had come over to my house and we were roller skating on our driveway. It was hot out and after a while we quit and flopped down on the grass to remove our skates. As one of the boys (Kenny) removed his skates, his loose shorts (and loose-fitting underpants) moved far enough away from his body that I saw his penis. I started giggling and when he and Charlie (the other boy) asked me why I was giggling, I told them it was because I had seen Kenny's peter. Charlie started laughing and kidding Kenny but Kenny got mad. He said it was no fair that I had seen his peter and that I didn't show him my slit (as he called it) in return. I said I was sorry, but Kenny was pretty angry and finally, to appease him, I agreed to go into our garage and show him what he wanted to see. Bare-footed, we went into the garage where I pulled my shorts and panties down, exposing myself to both Kenny and Charlie. They both looked at me, but neither touched me. When I pulled up my clothes, I told Charlie that it was only fair that he showed me his peter. When he pulled down his pants, I remember he had an erection. I think Kenny pulled his pants down too, but I don't remember if he had an erection too. Some time later that summer, I was over at Charlie's house and it was just the two of us. We were down in his basement watching TV or VCR movies. Charlie's Mom was upstairs and she pretty much left us alone. Charlie got bored with the movie we were watching and asked me if I wanted to play a game. I agreed to play and he suggested we play "doctor and nurse". I had never played it and he explained the rules. I would be his patient, he would be the doctor and he would give me an exam. I sat down on the coffee table and lifted my shirt so he could pretend to listen to my chest and back with his stethoscope. When he finished that, he asked my to lie down on the table and to pull down my shorts. I remember being a little reluctant because his Mom might come down and see us, but he talked me into it. I pulled down my shorts and he pulled my panties down so he could examine my vaginal area. I do remember that he touched me and I think I made him stop because I was very ticklish. Anyway, after a good look and some feeling, it was my turn to be the doctor (or nurse). I pulled my clothes back on and he sat down on he coffee table and took off his shirt. I "listened" to his chest and back, then it was my turn to examine his privates, He slipped his pants and underpants down to his knees and leaned back on that table. I remember touching and feeling his penis and it was hard and pointed up towards his face. I remember telling him that I thought it was funny how it "snapped" back into place when I pulled it and let it go. We heard some noise and he quickly got redressed - but his Mom didn't come down stairs. I think it was later that same day that we took turns examining each other again. This time I just pulled down my shorts and panties and leaned back against a chair or the couch. I remember that he also pulled down his clothes and he leaned over and touched my external vaginal area with his penis for a second and told me that he had just made a baby with me. There was no penetration - it was just a simple touch. I think that scared me and I called our activities to a halt and that was it for that day. I think we had a couple of other occasions that summer when we showed each other our genitals, but I don't remember the details. Charlie was over at my house one day and my Mother had run to the store. We were watching TV or something and I had to go to the bathroom. I went into the bathroom, closed the door behind me, pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet seat to relieve myself. Charlie opened the door and came in while I was sitting there and I got a little embarrassed and angry at him for invading my privacy. But he said he just wanted to watch me as I peed, so I let him, and then when I got up, he peed into the toilet while I watched him. I am sure that I subsequently saw him pee outdoors on a few occasions and always wished I could pee like he did. I did expose myself to Keeny occasionally (as long as he reciprocated), but I am sure Charlie and I were much more "sexually" involved than I was with Kenny. Charlie was pretty good at finding bushes to pee in. I'm not sure it was because he had to go at that instant; or whether he just liked doing it. But he never ran inside to pee - he always watered the bushes. There is another instance with Charlie that I remember; we were inside (I think it was at his house) and I told him I needed to go to the bathroom. He came with me and said he wanted to watch me pee (which we had done before). This time, when I sat down on the toilet, he asked me to move back as far as I could on the seat. When I started to pee into the toilet, he lowered his shorts, pulled out his penis and peed into the toilet in between my legs. I remember that in doing so, he sprayed me a little with his pee and that made me angry. That was the only time I let him do that. 2. My First Skinny-Dip by Marion Your guest story of Reflections reminds me of what we used to do when we were kids of 11. (This is a true story and I am very nervous to tell it so please don't put my full name or address!) I must say I had just started to develop at that stage and my nipples were swelling and soon I began to grow some fuzz down below. At first I was very shy of my body and when we had school swimming I used to lock myself in the toilets for a few weeks and change there so the other girls couldn't see my weird body. This was because I was one of the first in our class to grow up. But Mum was wise and she found out and told me that I should be pleased because I was growing up into a woman and the other girls would only be jealous if they said anything. So I didn't use the toilet next time and nobody said anything anyway, so I felt much better. Mum used to go out to gym for two hours every Saturday morning and take my baby sister with her, and most often on Saturday mornings my best friend Sarah came round to play. Mum used to trust us to behave while she was out and I think we did a pretty fair job on the whole! Then one morning things began to change, but we never did any harm. Even when Mum was home when we needed a pee and were in the garden we just went behind some vegetation and squatted, which we thought was very naughty! We (Sarah and I) would swim in our little pool when it was hot and we liked to be daring and wear our little bikinis because there were no boys around. They were just little things attached with strings and one Saturday when Mum was out Sarah's string came undone and when she climbed out of the pool she had no top! She just laughed and said she was going to swim without one (she hadn't developed yet and her chest was still flat). She encouraged me to take my top off as well and at first I said no because we were outdoors and people might see us. But we have hedges all around this part of our garden so nobody could see us anyway and in the end I went underwater and took off my top. I felt so naughty! So we played in the pool but whenever I got out I picked up my top (I had dropped it on the path next to the pool where I could reach it) and held it over my small boobs! Sarah wasn't so fussy and she didn't mind so soon I became braver. The next week when we played we took our tops off straight away but we wore them (at least I did, I'm not sure about Sarah) when we first came out of the house where we had changed. I think we liked the feeling of being so daring especially as we didn't get caught! But after a few weeks the feeling wore off and Sarah said one day "Let's swim in our knickers!" Again I was scared at first but the naughty feeling of excitement was great, so I just wrapped my towel round me between the house and the pool (so did Sarah the first time) and only took it off when we went into the pool. We soon got used to that too but one day Mum asked me why my knickers were wet! I can't remember what I said to her! To cut a long story short, a few weeks later suppose you were an invisible observer in our back garden. You would have seen two little girls with fair hair open the back door and look round it and then pop back again, filled with giggles! Then we came into the doorway with our towels tightly around us and lost courage and ran back inside again. But eventually and feeling very frightened (but excited as well), we ran over to the pool, sat down on the edge, took off our towels to find we were naked underneath and slipped into the water! It was so exciting and the cold water felt so good between my free legs for the first time! But we were so scared of being seen and we didn't stay long at all. But as the weeks passed we became brave again and would you believe it, in the end we came out of the house stark naked and swam, back to the house again naked, and we stopped worrying about it! We even ran round the garden and played a little bit naked, but not for too long. But we got a bit too adventurous once. We had a treehouse in the front garden with walls so it was private inside and we used to play games there always. But now we decided to undress and play naked when we were inside. One day I just happened to look out of the door towards the road outside and there was a boy of about our own age standing there with his bicycle looking up at our treehouse. It was just like a bucket of cold water had been thrown all over me! I felt as if I had been raped and Sarah and I were so scared because we were sure he had seen us! But I don't know how because we were inside the walls. We put our clothes on very very quickly and stayed inside shivering, too scared to come out. But in the end I looked out and the boy had gone. We never undressed in our treehouse again and we felt very scared all over again about swimming naked and we didn't do it for two weeks after that. But I think in the end it must have been an accident about the boy and he didn't see us after all. We kept our skinny dips for a few more months and nobody found out, I can't quite remember why we stopped in the end. I hope this story is all right, it's quite true! 3. Anonymous story Many years ago, when I was very young, I had the privalege of living in Florida for a while. We moved there because my dad got a job that required him to move to Florida. I think it was Tampa Bay, or something. Anyway, when we moved there we didn't have a place to live that was our own, we moved so fast we couldn't even rent an appartment. My parents had some friends in Florida who agreed to let us stay with them in their house. They had a teenage daughter, and I think a 12 year old son. I was, I think, 8 or 9. And, oh yeah, I'm male. :) I have a brother and three sisters now, but back then it was me and two sisters. I, being the oldest of the three, was constantly expected to be a good example and a good big brother. Ok, as many kids do, we played "Doctor", where we would carefully investigate each other's bodies out of curiosity. Being non-nudists from a non-nudist family, this was, of course, forbidden, and so we did it secretly. I have a vivid memory of a table with a blanket or sheet covering it all the way to the floor, this was our secret play place for satisfying our curiosity. And of course, it felt really good when my sisters were investigating my penis and testicles. Nothing really sexual about it, it just tickled and felt funny. :) So, one day, being curious about the Teenage body, I think I started asking questions of the teenage girl I was sharing a home with. I guess she liked sharing with me, because she told me a lot of things that I hadn't known before. I don't remember most of our conversations now, but, one of them led us into the bathroom where she allowed me to see, up close, her vagina and clitoris. At the time I didn't know these words, nor had any idea what sex was, I was just very curious about things that were forbidden to me for reasons I didn't understand. She didn't open her legs and let me see in real detail what her vagina looked like inside, so all I saw was a couple flaps covered by hair between her legs, very tight and not sticking out very far, and just barely visible I could see what looked to me like a penis, that just happened to be bigger than mine at the time. I can remember that it was a very fast event, she took down her pants and underwear and pointed and talked, and put her clothes back on. It was over very shortly. I made the terrible mistake of mentioning to the others, out loud, that her "dick" or "wee", or whatever it was I called it back then, was bigger than mine. Of course, I was talking about the little protrudeing object I had seen just at the top and tucked inside her vagina. She was beautiful, and I think I might have had a crush on her. After that incredibly stupid statement, I was punished with spankings and stern yelling and was grounded for, I think a month or something. I was only like 8 or 9, what could possibly have been so horrible about seeing her body?! I don't know, anyway, I think that might have been the beginning of a long and horrible screwed up life full of hangups about nudity. I've just recently become a nudist, about two months ago, and DECIDED to force my brain to change it's thought processes and emotional responses, I MADE myself change. The hangups were causeing so much stress in my life that I was going nuts. Stress can kill you know, it's very unhealthy for you. I haven't told you about the time I convinced my sister to suck on my penis, I was still just a little kid, and I just thought it would feel good. I hadn't yet gone through puberty, and I hadn't yet experienced an ejaculation, so I don't think it was actualy a sexual thing. She, uh, being totaly inexperienced hurt me when she tried. She, uh, kind of bit down, OUCH! That was the last of that. Perhaps that was a good thing, I dunno. I mean, I don't think it would have been a good thing for us kids to regularly pleasure each other sexually, which we might have done had I not been bitten. And then there is my brother who, for reasons unknown, also wanted to have someone try to suck on his penis when he reached the same age, 8 or 9 or something. Maybe it was just another stage in our sex play that all kids go through, I don't know. But I'm glad it never progressed to anything sexual, I think that could have turned out really really bad. So, readers - will you contribute, please, anonymously or otherwise, so we can all share vicariously in your experiences? Hopefully I can send in your stories every week or so. 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