History of Me Part 1
I can't remember when I first realised that there was world of sexiness and associated naughty excitement.
I shared a bath with my sister until I was 8 or 9 and she was 11 or so. I knew about the differences between boys and girls but it was a state of happy innocence. My involuntary erections were just something that happened and not really commented on beyond Mother saying "Up *********s".
I found a "girlie" magazine in the the back my bedroom cupboard, black and white pictures of busty rounded ladies gradually undressing, lots of bottoms and boobs but I knew they were censored as there was no sign of the interesting crinkly slit I had seen while bathing with my sister.
At around 9 or 10 I developed my first crush on Julie who lived a few doors away, probably she was a little older than my sister but her long dark blonde hair seemed to fascinate me. I would watch her from my bedroom as she went to school or wandered around. I was imagining her in the bath and the fact that she was there but unavailable made her more fascinating.
It was an early 60's housing estate, 3 bed semi detached dwellings and you could see the neighbours at home from across the road.I remember an early thrill when I looked across to see Daphne the mother of one of the local kids walk past the bedroom window in just her slip. I saw her as being like the women in the magazine in the cupboard and she became another body of fascination.
All the local ******** played in the street and each others gardens and I remember only one episode of the " show me yours" type of games. I was in the shed with Suzanna from next door playing some game or other when somehow we ended up looking down each others shorts. It was no big thrill for me as I'd been bathing with my sister for as long as I could remember but she only had a little sister and seemed very curious. There was no touching as I recall but there was a thrill of doing something perceived as naughty.
By the time I got to senior school I was very shy but also very intrigued by my developing sexual feelings. We had found the usual copies of "Parade" and similar magazines discarded in hedges and woods as we played. A friend found one which we avidly devoured and hoped to share around until he took it home and showed it to his Mum! It went straight on the fire leaving the rest of us annoyed and baffled by his stupidity.
"Mayfair" seemed to reading of choice at grammar school. The all boys environment of the early 70's made them valuable currency. The only females on the premises were some rather scary dinner ladies and two school secretaries. I recall one of the Mayfair models that seemed like a very close likeness to Mrs Bulmer in the office. It was about the time these magazines went to lovely full frontal nudes, they were mostly girl next door types and often nicely chubby and rounded often with fascinating uneven breasts, not the honed shaved perfection that is the norm nowadays.
I was a very late developer both physically and emotionally, I was very shy of my smooth hairless body in the school showers and too aware of the hairy development of my classmates. I was delighted when I first sprouted downy hair round my groin and was triumphant the first time I wanked myself to a productive orgasm while I lay on the bathroom floor with a copy of Mayfair and a chubby little brunette model showing herself as she stripped in front of a blazing fire. It was the start of a lifetimes fascination with nudity and both written and visual "pornography".
By the age of 16 I was still painfully shy and both fascinated and equally scared of girls. The first time I touched a girls breast was about this time. My two best mates and I were out cycling with Susie who seemed to be the "girlfriend" of one of them. I think they just hung around together in the village where they lived. She was however utterly lovely, dark curly hair over her shoulders and what I remember as a lovely face and slim girlish body. We were out on a local abandoned airfield messing about near some huge pipe sections that were stored there, probably 3 feet diameter. It began to pour with rain and we all took shelter. It didn't stop and we were pressed together in this pipe when my friend announced he was warming his hand on Susie's tummy. Before long there were three boys hands being warmed on Susies lovely smooth skin. The generous sweet young lady was happy for us to take turns exploring her perfect petite titties. I was amazed to feel her nipple harden between my fingers. Any movement of a hand below the line of her belt was quickly objected to and we were all amazingly well behaved and did as we were told. i think we were all three grateful to her for the freedom she had allowed us.
A few weeks later I was cycling home out of the village where my mate lived and I passed Susie and her friend Valerie playing in a stubble field. They had built a den from straw bales and they invited me in. This time to roles were reversed and lovely dark haired Susie and straight blond haired Valerie had the run of my nervous embarrassed body. They both fingered my nipples and laughed at how hard they were. My cock was like iron inside my jeans and I was scared of coming inside my pants if they touched me. Valerie gave me a squeeze through my jeans and giggled an OOh as I gasped and said I had to go and dived for the doorway. Leaving them laughing hysterically as I cycled away down the hill.
It was another year or so before I would get so close to any girl and I used to curse myself for running away every time I felt the surging teenage hormones pumping through my body.
I shared a bath with my sister until I was 8 or 9 and she was 11 or so. I knew about the differences between boys and girls but it was a state of happy innocence. My involuntary erections were just something that happened and not really commented on beyond Mother saying "Up *********s".
I found a "girlie" magazine in the the back my bedroom cupboard, black and white pictures of busty rounded ladies gradually undressing, lots of bottoms and boobs but I knew they were censored as there was no sign of the interesting crinkly slit I had seen while bathing with my sister.
At around 9 or 10 I developed my first crush on Julie who lived a few doors away, probably she was a little older than my sister but her long dark blonde hair seemed to fascinate me. I would watch her from my bedroom as she went to school or wandered around. I was imagining her in the bath and the fact that she was there but unavailable made her more fascinating.
It was an early 60's housing estate, 3 bed semi detached dwellings and you could see the neighbours at home from across the road.I remember an early thrill when I looked across to see Daphne the mother of one of the local kids walk past the bedroom window in just her slip. I saw her as being like the women in the magazine in the cupboard and she became another body of fascination.
All the local ******** played in the street and each others gardens and I remember only one episode of the " show me yours" type of games. I was in the shed with Suzanna from next door playing some game or other when somehow we ended up looking down each others shorts. It was no big thrill for me as I'd been bathing with my sister for as long as I could remember but she only had a little sister and seemed very curious. There was no touching as I recall but there was a thrill of doing something perceived as naughty.
By the time I got to senior school I was very shy but also very intrigued by my developing sexual feelings. We had found the usual copies of "Parade" and similar magazines discarded in hedges and woods as we played. A friend found one which we avidly devoured and hoped to share around until he took it home and showed it to his Mum! It went straight on the fire leaving the rest of us annoyed and baffled by his stupidity.
"Mayfair" seemed to reading of choice at grammar school. The all boys environment of the early 70's made them valuable currency. The only females on the premises were some rather scary dinner ladies and two school secretaries. I recall one of the Mayfair models that seemed like a very close likeness to Mrs Bulmer in the office. It was about the time these magazines went to lovely full frontal nudes, they were mostly girl next door types and often nicely chubby and rounded often with fascinating uneven breasts, not the honed shaved perfection that is the norm nowadays.
I was a very late developer both physically and emotionally, I was very shy of my smooth hairless body in the school showers and too aware of the hairy development of my classmates. I was delighted when I first sprouted downy hair round my groin and was triumphant the first time I wanked myself to a productive orgasm while I lay on the bathroom floor with a copy of Mayfair and a chubby little brunette model showing herself as she stripped in front of a blazing fire. It was the start of a lifetimes fascination with nudity and both written and visual "pornography".
By the age of 16 I was still painfully shy and both fascinated and equally scared of girls. The first time I touched a girls breast was about this time. My two best mates and I were out cycling with Susie who seemed to be the "girlfriend" of one of them. I think they just hung around together in the village where they lived. She was however utterly lovely, dark curly hair over her shoulders and what I remember as a lovely face and slim girlish body. We were out on a local abandoned airfield messing about near some huge pipe sections that were stored there, probably 3 feet diameter. It began to pour with rain and we all took shelter. It didn't stop and we were pressed together in this pipe when my friend announced he was warming his hand on Susie's tummy. Before long there were three boys hands being warmed on Susies lovely smooth skin. The generous sweet young lady was happy for us to take turns exploring her perfect petite titties. I was amazed to feel her nipple harden between my fingers. Any movement of a hand below the line of her belt was quickly objected to and we were all amazingly well behaved and did as we were told. i think we were all three grateful to her for the freedom she had allowed us.
A few weeks later I was cycling home out of the village where my mate lived and I passed Susie and her friend Valerie playing in a stubble field. They had built a den from straw bales and they invited me in. This time to roles were reversed and lovely dark haired Susie and straight blond haired Valerie had the run of my nervous embarrassed body. They both fingered my nipples and laughed at how hard they were. My cock was like iron inside my jeans and I was scared of coming inside my pants if they touched me. Valerie gave me a squeeze through my jeans and giggled an OOh as I gasped and said I had to go and dived for the doorway. Leaving them laughing hysterically as I cycled away down the hill.
It was another year or so before I would get so close to any girl and I used to curse myself for running away every time I felt the surging teenage hormones pumping through my body.
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