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Sexual Awakening At The Age Of Four

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Barry Posted on: 29 Aug 2003 3 comments
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I became sexually aware at a very young age, 4. This is an account of my sexual life up to puberty. They are experiences that went on to define who I have become--an over-sexed middle-aged man.

It's long and at times not that exciting. My sex life has fortunately improved. I'll relate some of those stories next time.

Will and his two older sisters are the ones who introduced me to sex. Will is my cousin and we about the same age. When I was four we were at our grandmother's. We played all day and in the evening we were playing in one of the back rooms. The girls suggested we play doctor. I had no idea what it was but they told me that all I had to do was lay down and be the patient. They first started with Will who had done this before. They did some precursory exam of his chest and belly and then quickly had him undo his pants as they went down and examined his penis and balls. After his exam they had me lay down and they did the same thing. Soon my pants were down around my knees as my cousins stared, fondled and then kissed my penis---to make it all better. They both took turns and my little penis got hard from all the touching. They spent a much longer time examining me. When they were finally finished I asked if I could play the doctor. They said no, so I didn't get the chance to she what a girl looked like. Regardless, it was an awakening experience.

A year later we were visiting their home during the summer. They lived a state away and on this visit we were staying for a couple weeks. Will and I played most of the time. He introduced me to a neighbor girl. He informed me that they had played doctor together and I saw this as my chance to finally see a girl. We were in her basement when I first got to see a girl she laid down and pulled down her pants. I remember it being anticlimactic. There was hardly anything to see, just a little slit. I said something like, "Is that it." And she quickly pulled her pants back up. I wish I could have had more time to look at her. It was exciting in that it was different, but as a young boy I felt a girl didn't have much to see. The girl, however seems very excited to see my penis. She had me then pull down my pants and spent a long time staring at it.

Eventually we got caught. A few days later we were hiding in the outside stairwell to the basement when my mother came looking for us. She found me with my pants around my ankles, and the young girl with her face down at my crotch. My mother's reaction isn't a fond memory. What did surprise me is that she put more blame on the girl because she was the one checking out me.

That fall I started school. I found one of the girls, Cheryl, was willing to "show me hers if I showed her mine". We snuck into the coatroom and hid behind the coats. We took turns looking at each other's privates. It was hard to see because of the lack of light and we spent a bit too much time looking. We had our pants around our ankles when two huge hands reached in and pulled us out. It was the teacher. And we also had a small audience of our fellow classmates. We both quickly pulled up our pants and were sent to stand in separate corners of the classroom for punishment.

After that a number of girls asked me to show them my penis. A small group of girls came up during lunch once and asked me to show them my penis. So I did it right there in the cafeteria. I pulled my penis out through the fly of my pants as the girls ducked under the table to look. The girls started giggling and I quickly zipped up before they drew too much attention.

A few years passed until my next rememberable experience. We lived in the country and one of the nearby farms had a large number of girls. The oldest, Diane, was two years younger than me. When I was about ten she asked me to show her my penis. We went up in the hayloft of the barn, and I pulled my cock out and showed her. She was fascinated with it and asked to touch it. I let her touch it and hold it. She seemed very scared and then her father came into the barn calling for her. He asked her what we were doing and I thought for sure she was going to tell him, but she said we were just playing. After that we got together a number of times in the barn for her to look and play with my cock. It felt great having someone holding my cock and playing with it. And she was becoming obsessed with it. As soon as I would show up she would get this wild look in her eyes, as soon as we were out of site of everyone, she would pull down the zipper of my pants and fish my cock out. It would be hard by the time she would have it out and she would play with it as long as I would let her. I would constantly have a hardon but I was too young to come and we didn't even know about coming yet. I enjoyed this but as often as she was doing this I was sure we were going to get caught. Once I was with my dad when we were visiting them. Our fathers were standing in the kitchen talking and she pulled me into their living room. Her younger sister was there in the living room and as soon as we were out of sight of our parents she started tearing at my pants, unbuckling them and pulling out my cock. I couldn't believe she was doing this with our parents right around the corner and her sister in the room. I fought back and fell to the floor as I was pulling her hand off of my dick. Her little sister was coming forward to get a closer look. Diane had told her sister about my cock and she was intent on showing it to her. We were making a lot of noise and her father called out asking shat we were doing. She quickly got off me and said, "Just wrestling." He came into the room just as I got my pants back on. However, I had a hardon that showed down the inside of my pant leg. He looked at me oddly and told her to go to her room, and that there's no need for that kind of play.

After that I avoided her for a bit. I believe her father knew what was going on and he wasn't happy to see me on his farm. I soon went onto middle school and didn't see her in school until a couple of years later. She remained cock crazed and went into nursing as a career. I've since wondered what it would be like to be in her care as a patient.

It was also about this time, the end of grade school and the beginning of middle school, that Will and I started spending winter and summer breaks together. When Will came over to my house he would bring some porn magazines that he got through his older brothers. One of the first ones he brought by was OUI. I still remember many of the images in that first magazine. Late at night we would be in my bedroom staring through the pages of the magazines. We got hard looking at the photos and eventually we both agreed to take out our cocks and play with ourselves as we looked at the photos. Each evening before going to sleep we would look at the photos and play with ourselves. Again, we were to young to come, but it still felt great. At some point we decided to play with each other. It started first by just touching and holding each other's penis and then eventually we started stroking one another. This became a nightly habit whenever we were staying over at each other's.

On one visit to his house he wanted to show me something. We had to wait until the house was almost empty, and when his mother stepped out for a few minutes he rushed me upstairs to his parents room. The he got down under their bed and pulled out a box from his mother's side of the bed. He pulled out this huge wand like appliance and explained to me that it was his mother's vibrator. He said she uses it on her pussy. At the time I couldn't imagine how she used such a large thing on and especially in her pussy. I hind site I realized it was a massager type vibrator. What he showed me next was the most startling and I've never seen anything like it since. Under his father's site of the bed he pulled out this dome shaped appliance. The outside was made of brass and it had a power cord coming out of it. Then he tilted it over and it had an opening on the bottom with a soft sleeve. He then explained that this was his father's vibrator and that he put his cock in it. Again it appeared huge in scale to my own small penis. Will said that he had sneaks peeks of his parents laying in bed with his mother running the vibrator up and down her slit and h=with his father pumping his dick into this contraption. It was at this point we heard the front door open and Will scrambled to put the ancient penis pump back in its hiding place.

Will also introduced me to one of his friends, Chris. Chris lived about a block away and the first time we went over to his house we played softball in his back yard. His mother came out to meet us. She was a MILF. She was young, much younger than our mothers, and wore a tight pair of shorts and a halter top (Hey, it was the 70's). She was very warm and actually seemed to flirt with us. I kept staring at her big breasts as we played and eventually had a noticeable hard-on showing. I was embarrassed when Chris's mom yelled out, "Barry, what's that in your pants?" Everyone turned to look at me. I looked down to see the clear outline of my cock down the right leg of my shorts. I was ashamed. I didn't know what to say. When I looked up Chris's mom was just smiling at me but Will and Chris were looking at me disgustedly. Fortunately, my embarrassment made my penis go limp.

Chris's mom turned and went into the house and we got back to playing ball. About an hour later she called out to us to come in for a drink. It was a hot afternoon and a break from the heat was welcomed. We went into the air-conditioned house and crashed in the living room. She brought a tray of lemonade out to us. She had obviously just finished showering. She was wrapped in a towel and her hair was still wet. She was bending over, with her head toward me, setting down the tray. I tried to steal a glace of her breasts but they were bound tightly below the towel. However, when she stood I realized that the towel barely came to the top of her thighs and I was seeing my first mature pussy. Well, maybe not her pussy but from my seat on the couch I could see her pubic hair. I stared with my mouth hanging open, until she said, "Boys, after you finish your drinks you should be heading home." I felt like I really blew it---my staring and the hard-on I got earlier were probably why we were sent home. However, later I realize she liked flirting with us. She expected me to stare at her pussy under her short towel. She also knew where to draw the line with 12-year-old boys.

The next day, while Chris, Will and I were fishing, Chris told us about his sexual education. According to Chris, one day his mother sat him down and taught him the female anatomy by disrobing and having him touch her. She first told him to touch her breasts and her nipples. Then she spread her legs and her vagina and showed him all the parts of a woman. She had him touch her clit and put his finger inside her. His mother explained different acts of foreplay and finally intercourse, however it was just a verbal explanation. Chris seemed embarrassed to be admitting this, but Will and I were fascinated. We asked all kinds of questions and as Chris realized how fascinated we were he relaxed a bit. After that we couldn't look at his mom the same way and Chris soon regretted he ever told us.

After summer break, we went back to school and at least for me it was a fun year because I had an English teacher who was an exhibitionist. She would dress in tight sheer clothing and show herself off during the class. She would repeatedly forget her underwear, and she would announce this in front of the class. She would say, "I was in such a hurry this morning I forgot my bra and panties. I didn't notice until I got here. Do I look alright?" The guys in the class would resoundingly say, "Yes." Her nipples would be hard and you could see them clearly through a white blouse. She also wore extremely tight slacks or jeans that cut up into her pussy and showed her pussy lips and sometimes her clit pressing back. Really! I'm not making this up.

I realize that today she would be promptly fired. She probably would have been fired back then but for some reason it never happened. First I think it was a progressive thing. She didn't start pointing out her lack of underwear until later. She was young, recently out of college, and she had a liberal and progressive outlook. During class, we would discuss our ideas and philosophies. She shared her views on sexuality and gender discrimination. She admitted she hated bras, and preferred to never wear one. I appreciated her views and so did a lot of people in the class. Her display of herself was somehow tied with her sense of liberation and expression and even the girls in the class seemed to support her ideas.

Throughout the school year the class became very sexually charged. The students would show off. Many of the guys would get hard in class and make no point to hide it. The girls would stare and giggle at the bulges. (I hadn't hit puberty yet, so I was ashamed if anyone noticed my small package in my jeans.) Some of the girls would flash their just developing breasts or even encourage a guy to touch them. There was a lot of fleeting gropes and feels of chests and crotches. It was a favorite hour of the school day.

During winter break that year Will visited me at my home. Will had changed a lot in that time. He hit puberty and had a faint mustache. His penis also grew incredibly. It was about six inched long but the most remarkable thing was how fat it was. It got so big that I couldn't reach my hand around it. I was still the same and I was somewhat embarrassed that I was still small and such a kid. We still played with each other, but Will was now able to come. For some reason, he was unwilling to come in front of me. One night just before he was about to go back home he told me that he wanted to suck my cock if I would then suck his. He said he would come if I would suck his dick. The mere idea excited me. We had kissed each other's cocks before but we had never taken each other into our mouths. I wanted him to suck me and for me to suck him, but I said no. For some reason I thought sucking his dick would make me gay. I don't know why I felt that way, and I soon regretted my decision but too late to do anything about it. Will went home a couple days later and that was the last time we got together. Will's family moved to Florida and I haven't seen him since.

That summer by myself I finally hit puberty and I enjoyed my first real cum. I was in sitting on the edge of my bed stroking my cock like I had done so many times before. This time however, after about half and hour of stoking, I felt like I needed to pee. And then a watery jet of cum spurted out landed in the green shag rug. It was about time. I had so many years of sexual tension built up and this for me marked the end of a segment in my sexual life.