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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.  The address again:

longmeuk@yahoo.co.uk

I look forward in eager anticipation! -- Mikelo


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