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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

    

My experience on the beach spurred my interest in sex upward.  But
opportunities to actually do something weren't so easy to find. 

JZL11_01-Summertime and Shows (b+g+ exhib, b-solo)
- by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.

The Cat Show Life

I did get one other special present for my birthday this year; a cat. 
My parents were into purebred cats and went to cat shows.   I liked
cats, and we had always had some cats around the house, as well as
dogs, birds, fish, and even a pair of wild raccoons once. 

My new cat was a striking silver-colored Persian cat.  If you've seen
silver tabby domestic shorthair cats, or silver Persian cats, she was
somewhere between them.  If you have never dealt with cat shows, you
might not  understand what goes on there.  Cats are judged on beauty,
as compared to an "ideal" cat of their breed.  My cat wasn't perfect
in color, but she was good enough to win some trophies.  Before, when
I had gone along to the cat shows, I didn't enjoy  them too much,
except for the chance to see lots of pretty cats and sometimes play
with other kids we met there.  But having a prize winning cat who also
had kittens who had   done well at the shows, added a new interest.

The people at cat shows are just like the people at many other kinds
of conventions.  The business at hand is not the only thing that
people talk about.  I would hang around with my mom and dad as they
talked cat business but, at some point, the talk  turned to gossip.  A
lot of it was boring to a kid, even an 11-year old,  except when sex
was discussed.  Not in explicit pornographic detail but things like
who was sleeping in whose room, which people were homosexual and who
they were with, who wasn't wearing underwear, etc.  And I would hang
around unnoticed, listening to these things.  There may not be any
more homosexual people involved in the cat fancy business than in
other areas and not likely more than in other animal shows.  We went
to dog and horse shows as well, but cats were much easier to keep in
your house so that is where mom decided to invest her money.  But at
the cat shows, there were some people who were open about their sex
life, not just homosexuality but swinging and other less-than-straight
sex choices.  It wasn't overt, but compared to times with family and
neighbors, it was very much wilder than at home.

Homosexuality, as such, wasn't a topic at home.  I didn't know why but
my dad had a strong dislike of them, both genders.  It wasn't hate so
much as disgust at the sexual side of their lives and he didn't like
to stay around when they were discussed.  On the other side of the
coin, he was very friendly with other cat owners who were openly
homosexual, never saying anything against their lifestyle in public
and certainly never in their hearing.  But, on the way home from a
show, he would either tell mom to stop talking about certain goings on
or would say things about how they were "flaming queers" or some such
insult.  This made me worry about my relationship with my brother.
Were we "queers" for what we did together?   It was enough to make me
worry about dad finding out.  It would not be until much later that I
learned more about why my dad felt the way he did.  At that time, it
was confusing since he clearly liked the people he was with, just not
their lifestyle.

My sister Cher at this point had no interest in sex, but still didn't
wear underwear under her dresses or nighties, and would run around
naked upstairs  in our bedrooms.  At six, she was quite a pretty blue
eyed, blond haired girl, but as an "old man" of 11, I was hoping to
find an older girl to look at; to kiss, and to touch.



Summer Family Vacation 

  Going on vacation with my family made that
difficult to arrange.  Though we stayed with some relatives, none had
girls of the right age.  Or if there were some around who seemed
interesting , there was no chance to get them alone long enough to get
more closely acquainted so I didn't have time to explore my new
feelings about them.  I did masturbate more and even did so in the
woods outside my great grandparent's place but I didn't get a chance
to follow up on my new discovery.  My baby sister Cathy was still
obviously a baby, and no good for this kind of thing, and despite
seeing my mom's tits while feeding the baby (we were all breast-fed
kids), and earlier views when she was sleeping naked, I had no
interest in sex with mom.  I don't know why my sister was OK to play
with naked, enjoying looking at her that way, yet my sexy mom was not
an object for arousing my desires, but that was how I felt. 

In a visit with my older cousin Daryl (dad's cousin), we had a long
sleep-over talk about sex.  He was about 16 then, and didn't laugh at
my story of the topless girl on the beach.  He even said that they
sounded like lesbians, one girl liking another.  I hadn't thought
about that and, interestingly, that turned me on even more.  I had
jacked off frequently to memories of that scene and now had visions of
her "making up" (and perhaps making out, making love?) with her
friend.  My cousin had a girl friend and told me about his fucking her
often, making love with her.  He said that he did love her, and that
was a nice thing about being with girls, and I told him that I knew
that part already. He and went into great detail about that and   also
explained that girls really liked having boys "eat them out." 
Although I said, "That's gross! Doesn't that taste yucky!", he
explained that it isn't any different from girls sucking dicks, which
feels really nice. And if you want them to do that, you have to treat
them nice, which meant licking them where they liked it. I knew it
didn't really taste bad, and it bugged me that I pretended that it
might.  I was afraid to admit that the only girl whose pussy I'd
licked so far was my sister's.  It felt embarrassing to think about
telling anyone about that, especially since it wasn't going on
anymore.  Still, I listened to Daryl explain how nice it felt for the
girls and how it didn't taste bad.  He went on like for a while,
telling me about the various experiences like that which he'd had.


 I jacked off in his room, sleeping on the floor, and he did it too,
saying that all this talk had made him "horny"  I hadn't heard that
word used  in the context of wanting sexual contact  to reach orgasm,
not just something somehow related to sex and nudity.  It was dark so
I couldn't see him do it but we could hear each other, the sounds of
hands rubbing on hard dick flesh,  heavy breathing and the groans of
orgasm.  I usually tried to be quiet but Daryl didn't try too hard to
stifle his sounds, so I didn't either. This gave me some new things to
think about.

We also visited with my mom's family, at the little resort that
Grandma G (her mom) ran.  Grandma G was a tough old woman but still
skinny. She spoke with a bit of a German accent as she told stories
about the old days.  Her own youth was interesting to us boys,
especially.  She had been a game warden, carried a gun and helped
teach us how to shoot our BB guns.  She even told us a story about how
she had shot a gangster once, and though I wasn't sure at the time if
she was making it up, mom told me later that it was true.  The game
warden's duties often  overlapped with the sheriff's, especially away
from the city.  That made me a bit frightened of her.  Even the cops
who were friends with us hadn't actually shot anyone!

We also got to hear stories about mom and her sister and brother, and
the wild life they had. How mom had ran away from home, how Dad's mom
(grandma back home) didn't want dad to marry her, and lots of other
things which simply hadn't come up in our talks at home.  They started
talking about planning my parent's 10th anniversary party, so that the
whole family could come.  That almost passed over my head, but a bit
later, it hit me.  And I said "Mom.  How can you have a 10th
anniversary if I am eleven years old?  Don't you have to get married
before you have a kid?"

Well, I did know that marriage and kids didn't necessarily go
together.  But the order in which  they had occurred in my case was a
surprise to me.  Mom told me that we'd talk about it later.  But it
was still a bit of a shock.

When later came, mom gave me another bit of a shock.  She explained
that none of  us kids were unplanned children, that she wanted to have
me very much, even if she couldn't yet marry dad.  Although I didn't
get it completely at that time, mom had more or less decided to get
married, move away, and make a new life, even if her parents wouldn't
give her permission at such an age.  Dad's parents (grandma and
auntie, who had been the only parents  he'd had since grandpa died in
the war) were very stubborn.  Rather than giving in to mom's wish to
be married before having the baby, they waited quite a while before
deciding that marriage was OK.  If there was any lingering animosity 
between the two families, they never show it in front of us kids.

With my mom's siblings and their families, we had a lot of kids
around, including my cousins John,  Judy, and their new sister Janey, 
as well as my uncle's kids Christopher, Alex, and Bonnie.  But my
other cousins were all younger than my brother and I,  just as my
uncle was younger than his sisters.  That left us four older cousins
to play together, while the younger ones did other things.  Judy was
about nine then, not quite ready for sex but old enough to tease a bit
about it.

Staying on a lake, we got to go swimming a lot, and my brother and I
and pulled our trunks off while in the water with the other kids .  It
wasn't obvious that we had done so as the water wasn't clear enough to
see, but John and Judy noticed us.   Of course, with parents around,
we didn't do anything more than a bit of teasing exhibitionism.  Judy 
swam over close by us to tease us, diving underwater and running
between our legs, but didn't try to touch me, and I don't think she
did so with my brother either.

When we went to get changed, after swimming, Judy and John came to our
cabin to get dressed.  Cher decided to just pull her suit off, and
roll around in her towel naked.  John stared at her, and then Cher
said "come on, get naked!"

So I did, pulling my trunks off.  My brother Jack followed with his
suit.  We had all been naked together so often, and recently without
any kind of sex contact even though Cher and I had done that before. 
I wasn't embarrassed about being naked in front of my siblings, or my
cousins.  Judy watched us for a while, then pulled her one-piece off,
giving us a chance to look at her.  Even Cher stopped running around
to look at our naked girl cousin.  Judy was brown haired, but was
otherwise much like my sister, just a bit older.  Her pubes were a
little plumper, but Cher's mound had filled in early, even though she
was only seven.  Neither girl had any pubic hair or tits yet, even
though Judy was now 10.  My dick hardened a little, reacting to this
situation, but Judy didn't seem to mind.

John had a towel in his hand, watching us, not staring.  I don't think
he had seen his sister naked in a while either, so he was staring as
hard as we were.   Judy was looking back at us, especially us boys,
and that was nice too.  Finally, John pulled his suit off, then put a
towel around his waist, even though we'd just seen him naked.

"You shouldn't cover up, John," I told him.   I ran over and grabbed
his towel, and the others joined in to help.  It was off in no time
and we all ran around naked, slapping each other's bottoms with the
towels.  We didn't get dressed right away, once we stopped this
chasing game. Our parents had gone off shopping for something, grandpa
G was resting in his house, and we were pretty much alone. I was
tempted to try doing more with Judy but I was afraid to ask for more,
to touch her or to touch myself.  All we did was run around for a
while, then stop and stare.  We took turns posing for the others to
view and that was very nice because we could get close looks at each
other.  Everyone had to pose with legs spread, to give a better view. 
Us boys didn't really need to do that to show off what we had down
below, but I wanted to see the details of Judy's pussy and she
wouldn't just show it to me when I asked.  By making it a  rule where
everyone had to do it  made it OK.

John seemed embarrassed to look at his sister's pussy up close and
only did it for a few seconds when it was his turn.  He spent longer
looking at Cher's, and looked there much longer than he did at me and
my brother.  I, on the other hand, spent the longest time looking at
Judy, viewing her lovely pussy. She was almost to puberty and, other
than hair, not much different from the centerfold girls in magazines. 
But Jack and I spent a long time looking at everyone else, too, even
our sister who we'd often seen naked but had not posed for our viewing
recently.

I don't think we spent even an hour doing this, but it seemed like a
very long time for the five of us to be naked together with no one
around to interrupt, just to enjoy the sensations of shared nudity and
"showing off" ourselves.


The next day, or shortly after, I went on a walk through the woods
near our cabin, and took my clothes off, then ran around a while.  I
didn't see anyone, but the feeling of being outside naked was very
nice and I had not done it in a long time.  Doing this away from home,
in a strange place, made me want to try it again.  I felt safe to be
naked outside.  I loved how it felt, the exposure, the wind on my
naked skin and the risk of discovery, even though I was sure that I
could escape if I was found.

End of Summer

In the city, we lived near railroad tracks. There was an area of
concealing bushes  with a tiny bit of real woods near them.  There
were factories at both ends of the block we lived on and, though that
made it a noisy place at times, there were lots of places for kids to
go where no one could see them.  We had a habit of pissing outside,
rather than going in, when playing.  With only boys around, that
didn't matter, and we didn't count my sister nor her "little friends."
But she was getting older, no longer just a "baby sister."  At this
point, I wasn't trying to touch my sister Cher in a sexual way, as she
seemed to have lost interest in our earlier play.  But we weren't
embarrassed about seeing each other's private parts, or by being naked
together.  We made a little "fort" in the trees. Not quite a tree
house,  just an opening between the trees and bushes,  well concealed
with branches with cardboard boxes for a floor and secret from
everyone except our little group.  Enclosing it with boards and cut
branches nailed in place meant that no one could come in or go out
without using our secret entrance which was covered by leaves within
the bushes.  I would take off my clothes there and sometimes my
brother would  join me.  My sister did that a few times also, but we
didn't do it with her friends along.  I liked getting naked, and away
from home we didn't need to worry that our parents would barge in and
bother us.  With just my brother and I there, we could lick each
other, though for whatever reason we didn't do that to climax in this
place even though it felt safe.

One time, Cher brought her friend Danielle  with us in the fort, and
we started teasing about getting naked.  Boys can take shirts off, no
problem, and so can girls at that age, so we did.  Danielle was
reluctant to do more,  so we played a kind of game with it, 'rock -
scissors - paper, or something like that, taking clothes off each time
we lost.  I had seen Danielle's pussy before, pissing outside as we
did, but this was different.  We hummed "The Stripper" tune, whistling
and hooting.

Cher and Danielle played "peek-a-boo" with their hands over their
crotches once they were naked. Danielle was darker complexioned than
my sister but otherwise their bodies were similar; little girl
nipples, no tits yet, and a bare pussy with a slit, but not much more.
It was exciting to see her, even though she  seemed too young to do
things with, even though my sister was younger when we'd tried things
together.  I got a hard-on, as this situation was exciting even though
I had often seen my sister naked here. . Cher and Danielle noticed
this and my brother teased "Jeff's got a boner." 

Cher told Danielle that she had seen that before, but Danielle said
"That means he wants sex!" and  started to get dressed.  Then,
Danielle's brother Charlie came around calling for her to come home, 
so we all got dressed, ending this exciting game.  He didn't know
where our secret fort was exactly, and didn't know what we had done
there.  But Danielle didn't come back there to play with us.  She
apparently wasn't interested in this kind of game.

Going back to school, I noticed that while I was hanging around with
both boys and girls, being friends with Sherry and Maureen and holding
hands with both (no more teasing to speak of now) and often playing
with Diane, Kim, Annie, Karen and her twin brother Paul , most of my 
male friends (Mark, Jim, Doug, Greg, Tom) didn't hang with girls.  My
thinking about sex didn't lead to me doing anything about it, and
actually led to more confusion.  During summer, I felt all ready to
ask my girlfriends to get naked with me, maybe to even have sex.  But
when it came time to talk about the subject, I turned too shy to ask. 
If I could only get things started, I imagined that it would be easy
to continue.  But I was afraid to bring it up, not unless I knew that
they'd go along with such playing.

Watching TV late one weekend night with my parents out, grandma and
auntie sleeping, I decided to step outside.  It was a warm late summer
night and I was wearing only shorts.  I realized that there was no one
around, and that at night, even if someone saw me in the yard, they
might not realize I was naked.  So I took my pants off and walked out
in the yard.  I walked out the gate, down the alley a bit, then came
back in.  This started a habit of mine when alone at night at home; to
go outside, get naked, and sneak around the neighborhood.  If anyone
saw me during this period, they didn't say anything.  My parents also
didn't find out, as far as I know, and it made me braver about getting
naked where I might be seen.

New Adventures in Hotels

We went to cat shows with our parents during this time.  I was getting
used to the show scene, and even to winning trophies.  Like many kids
we got bored just sitting around watching the cats, and we wanted to
play.  There were always other kids around to play with though we
didn't have much time to get acquainted.  Hotel elevators were a very
interesting kind of "toy" for us.  My brother and I made a kind of
"dare" game, pulling our pants down in the elevator,  then pulling
them back up before the door opened.  That wasn't a perfectly safe
game.  I was a little slow once and the door opened with an older
couple waiting to get in.  We ran off with my pants still open but
fortunately for us, we weren't identified.

We also got naked in our room, and our sister  joined us too.  Then,
we ran down the hall to the stairs, up to the next floor, then back. 
And nothing bad had happened.  We just got excited playing our "naked
game" away from home.            Some of the shows were at nice
motels, with swimming pools, game arcades, and lots of places for kids
to play.  At one, my brother and I went swimming,  where we met a
couple of girls, Alice and Jeanette, about ages 10 and 7, who we
played with, tossing a beach ball around.  We ended up being the only
ones left in the pool, with no one else around.  There was supposed to
be a lifeguard, but the station wasn't manned.  I said to my brother
"We could strip naked, then go to our rooms.  With our towels, we
could cover up quick if anyone sees us."

Alice said "You wouldn't really do that!"

"We've done it before.  It is fun to run around naked," I said.

"OK, get naked!"

 So I did, taking my suit off in the water and swimming for a bit.  I
got out of the pool, and Jack took his suit off too.  We didn't cover
up but we did grab our towels.  The older girl, Alice, took her one
piece suit off, then her sister followed  by removing hers.

Alice said "Let's get going, I'm cold."

I said "Let's swim for a while first.  It felt really nice to swim
naked!"  I pulled my towel off again, and jumped back in the water and
Jack joined me .  I stood there, naked in the pool, and looked at
Alice.  She was standing with her hands on her hips, not covering her
pussy or her nipples, as if she wanted me to look at her.  Her pussy
had a tiny wisp of pubic hair above it, not concealing her slit but
making it appear to be different from her sister's completely bare
pussy.  Jeanette had her arms across her chest, which didn't cover her
pussy either.

Suddenly, Jeanette dove in, holding her hand over pussy now to conceal
it, or maybe protect it from impact with the water.  She swam quickly
across the pool, keeping her back towards us.  I think she was
embarrassed to let her pussy be seen because she kept her hand on it
whenever I looked at her. 

Her sister slid in the water by us boys and stood near us.  I dove
underwater to peek at her bare bottom from below but she dived under
the water too, and we both swam around chasing each other, until we
came up for air.  Alice then climbed out of the pool.

"We should go before someone comes.  I'm so cold, I need to get out of
here and get warmed up," Alice said.  Still, she didn't cover her
pussy when she said this, holding her arms around her middle.  I liked
how she was playing the 'show-off' game  with us.

The rest of us got out of the pool, got our towels and suits, and
moved to the doorway.  We paused, as if waiting for courage, or to
catch our breaths, or something. Then we walked out of the pool door.

I went first, and held my towel and suit at my side, turned around,
and whispered "It is all clear.  Come out like this."

And they did.  Jeanette held her hand over her pussy, and held her
towel over her chest, but Alice was willing to let us see her.  We ran
to the elevator, got in, and pushed the button for our floor. Jeanette
started getting dressed, and I said "Wait.  This part is fun too. Stay
naked a while."

But she seemed to be afraid now, and pulled her suit on,  with her
towel over it.  As the elevator went up, Alice did the same, and my
brother did too.  As the door opened, we heard sounds in the hallway
and I pulled my towel over my waist.  But I still had the suit outside
it.  There were a few people outside the door, all adults, and we
walked past them towards our room.  I took my towel off as I went in,
and the girls ran off to their room to get dressed.

Another Cat Show Experience

I was with my mom, when she was talking cat business with a couple of
women; an older woman with brown hair, pretty but a little overweight,
and her daughter, in her late teens and very nice looking, with long
brown hair.  Some of the business involved my cats.  It was very nice
to have adults treat me like a grown-up person, and the cat business
gave that.  People wrote from all over the country about our cats, and
addressed letters to me.  Both of these women wore light colored
buttoned blouses with a couple of buttons undone.  The younger one had
only a couple of buttons closing it, which left me a very nice view of
her cleavage.  When she turned away from me, I could see her entire
breast including  its long, erect nipple.  She was just a few inches
away, giving me an excellent close-up view.  I took a closer look at
her mom, and from my angle I could see her bigger tit as well, though
the view of the nipple was obscured.  With our moms doing most of the
talking, I just sat there and enjoyed the view.  I could smell the
girl's perfume,  it was wonderful to simply sit there and watch her
and her mom.

The young woman seemed to get bored with the conversation and started
looking around. She noticed me watching her and I suddenly looked
away, startled when she stared back at me. But then she smiled and
looked down at me.  She didn't seem to mind me looking and my dick was
so hard it hurt as it pressed against my pants.  I didn't dare touch
it but I tried to adjust its position, using just my pubic muscles,
and that got this woman's attention.  Still, she only smiled at me
wider, saying nothing.

When we left, I told my mom I had to go to the bathroom but instead, I
went outside, found a quiet place in the bushes, and pulled my pants
down.  Then, I stroked my dick, thinking about how beautiful those
tits were and how nice it would be to touch them.  And maybe, to find
some girl closer to my age to do so with. 

There was a pretty girl named Becky at the show who was about my age,
maybe a year younger, and I thought about touching her tits, kissing
her, and having real sex, even though I didn't know what that really
felt like.  This was the first masturbation fantasy that I can
remember which was about someone specifically that I knew and was of
my own age.   I came, thinking of her face.

Having done that, I felt too shy to actually ask her to go off with me
at all.  And my teasing of Becky turned into a fight, which spoiled
any chance that she was going to let me kiss her, which seemed like a
good place to start if I wanted to make a relationship.


                                         -----

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distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

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