Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
Teen Years
By now I was about 13 and had started masturbating, often two or three times a day. As I was older I had more freedom to travel around, and used to frequent a very large park on the outskirts of town. I should mention that during my wandering around this park I used to spend considerable time trying to see up girl's dresses to catch a glimpse of their panties or trying to see them getting changed.
In fact, this was the main reason I used to frequent the area.
Near the main gate of the park was a small swimming pool. I used to hang out around this area to talk to girls that I met, but few opportunities were available as this pool was very public with a lot of people passing.
About 300 yards away from the main public pool was a small, shallow paddling pool used by mothers with young children and was also used on occasion for paddling by older children. I liked to sit on the seats nearby because girls would often paddle in the pool and to do this, the common thing as for them to tuck the hem of their dress into the legs of their panties giving an almost bloomer like effect.
Because of this, I was often able to see their underwear and this gave me quite a thrill.
Nearby, and fairly secluded by trees, was an old dressing shed consisting of back to back male and female facilities.
Each half consisted of a changing room and a single toilet cubicle. This cubicle was roofed, but the changing area was open so there was plenty of light.
These areas were rather dilapidated and I had found a thin horizontal gap just above head height in the wall between the two changing areas. When there was nobody around, I was able to stand on the wooden form and use this gap to view in great detail what was happening in the other side. However as other boys often used the changing rooms, I had to constantly be on guard so this option was frequently not available, and I was in constant danger of being caught.
These buildings had been built very close to a large hedge and the rear wall had been sheathed in old corrugated Iron. I suspect like all town councils, years before when these had been built ours had saved money by using second hand iron. I had found that when nobody was looking, I was able to push between the hedge and this wall and, provided I was very quiet, nobody was ever aware that I was there.
Being used iron, there were quite a few nail holes in the wall so whenever opportunity permitted, I would sneak between the hedge and dressing shed and peer through these small holes.
On occasions I used to hide for sometimes up to an hour waiting until girls came to get changed. I was often successful in seeing girl's that were partially or completely nude, but as the holes were small my view was rather limited. However to my young teenage mind this was all tremendously exciting and I would sometimes wait there for an hour or more with my heart pounding to get a few minutes glimpse.
Once I saw two girls of about 13 or 14 come in and get undressed and to my excitement start to hug each other, then gently rub each others small breasts. This only lasted for a minute as they heard someone coming and stopped to put their swimsuits on.
Shortly after this I came close to my undoing. I used to talk to girls that I met and carefully “sound them out", usually with only limited success. One day I met a girl of probably the same age or a bit younger than myself. We walked around the park while I talked to her and eventually sat down on the edge of a small stream running one end.
At this point the stream was about 4 feet lower than the surrounding park and the lawns sloped down to the stream edge. There was nobody nearby, while ahead there was only bare lawn. It was over 200 yards to the nearest houses, so we really could not be seen. She didn't refuse any suggestions that I made so I soon had the crotch of her panties gently pulled to one side while I played with her clitoris and vulva.
She seemed almost impassive and strangely didn't seem to either like or dislike what I was doing. I found this very odd when I thought about it later, but I was to busy enjoying myself at the time to worry. She was the only girl that I “played with” that seemed like that. Most were either definitely “NO” or were very willing and seemed to enjoy the experience. When we finished I asked her to meet me there the following day.
She agreed and I rode home on my bicycle with great expectations for the next day.
About an hour later my brother came home and told me a lady was looking for a boy who had interfered with her daughter. He said that the description had sounded like me. Of course I denied this and I told him I had not been near the park. The girl had obviously told her mother and, as she could not find me, she had told this group of boys (my brother was one) to tell “the boy” if they found him, that she was going report him to the school headmaster. I was physically sick with worry for the next three days but nothing happened. I can only assume that the parents decided that it was not very serious and elected not to pursue the matter. However this put a damper on my activities and I kept well clear of the park for many months. This was very frustrating, as this had been my favorite happy hunting ground.
I seem to remember that I was about 14 and it was the following summer when I felt it safe to return to the park, but no opportunities presented themselves for quite a number of weeks. The next occasion also occurred at the park and was memorable because it was the only time I got involved with a boy and girl together and if I remember correctly, the first time I masturbated in front of a girl.
One day I was near the paddling pool and saw a girl and boy sitting in one of the many picnic seat seats that were scattered around. These were made of cast concrete with room for two to sit and had a small table in front to eat from. In fact, they looked not unlike old- fashioned school desks. The table had a modesty skirt down the front, which I always regretted as it concealed any chance of looking up girl's dresses. As they appeared to be very close and looked as if they were touching each other, I wandered over and after talking to them for a few minutes, I asked if they were playing “mothers and fathers”. They said, “No, we aren't", and although I was a bit disappointed, I continued to chat about school and anything I could think of. I soon found that the boy was not her brother, but was a friend from next door. I suppose she may have been about 12 and he could have been a year or two younger. With my heart beating furiously, after talking to them a few minutes, I asked if they were interested playing my game of “mothers amp; fathers”. They looked at each other, hesitated for a few seconds and then said yes.
I can still remember my heart felt as if it had jumped into my throat.
Back in those days, the park was on the outskirts of our small town and because it was very busy that day, I had no idea where to go, so I led them to the most remote Chapter of the park and a small rear exit. We rode on our bicycles away from the town where I hoped to find a secluded spot outside the park. On the road away from the town were some old fashioned very large, deep drains that were surrounded by weeds. This gave me an idea and, as one Chapter of the drain looked dry and accessible I jumped in to have a look. Deciding that it was suitable, I lifted my bike into the ditch, followed by theirs, and then helped them down. The drain was five feet deep at that point, and as high weeds surrounded it, cars could pass only 6 feet away and not see a thing.
This was the first time I had attempted this sort of activity with a boy present so I was a little cautious. First I said, “Be sure they knew what we were there for, I would show them inside my trousers.” I pulled the top open and my underpants down and they both looked, but of course my genitals were only partially visible. I asked if they still wanted me to remove my trousers. They both agreed, so I pulled then and underpants down.
Of course by then I had a full erection and the look on the young girl's face is one I have never forgotten. It was absolute amazement and I suspect almost a little terror, as her eyes nearly seemed to pop out. She had obviously never seen an erect penis before and she could not seem to take her eyes off it.
Having got that far, I asked her young friend to open his trousers so she was able to see his immature penis, which was quite flaccid. I reached over and gently started to rub it and made grow a little larger.
I explained that it was smaller and only grew a little bit because he was a lot younger than I was.
I then asked her to remove her panties but she suddenly went shy and didn't want to. I started to gently cajole her, saying, “It was not very fair as we had both showed her our penises but she would not show us her slit.”
After about 15 minutes of careful persuasion, she finally agreed to the flip of a coin. Heads: she would do it and tails: we would leave. I had suggested this as a last resort and promised to abide by what happened.
With much trepidation I flipped the coin and can I remember that I was shaking so much that I dropped it and had to try again. To my enormous relief it came up heads, but even after this she was still very reluctant, so I tried to think of a way to make it easier for her. I suggested that she remove her panties but leave her dress down so we could see nothing until she was ready.
She was very hesitant but in the end did so and pulled her panties completely off while keeping her dress covering her genitals.
Once we got that far, I suggested that she lift her dress up and down very quickly. She did this once, and we had a tantalizing glimpse of her pretty young genitals. I said, “it was easy wasn't it” and praised her.
With a little more prompting, she was persuaded her to do it again and again, each time holding her dress up a little longer. After a few minutes of this, she held her dress fully up for us to both to look.
Wanting to go further, I said, “She was kneeling so we were unable to see her slit properly.”
As I had a long overcoat with me, I suggested that she lie down on that so we could look at her better. I placed the coat on the ground and, with a little encouragement; she lay down and parted her legs. I suspect she thought we were just going to look, but I immediately reached out, pulled her knees apart and touched her slit. This made her start and she immediately sat up and closed her legs. I persuaded her that I was not going to hurt her and eventually she relented and lay down again, and after a few minutes of very gentle fondling, seemed to quite enjoy the sensations and spread her legs even further to allow better access.
I asked the younger boy if he wanted to touch her but he said that he would just watch so my delightful game went on for about 15 or 20 minutes. By then I was getting very uncomfortable so I mentioned that I could make some “white stuff” come out of my penis and “did they want to see this happen”. They both seemed interested and I masturbated into my hand. By this stage I was aware that I could get girls pregnant, and as the intense sexual urges had now subsided, I suggested that we should stop and leave. Surprisingly she said she did not want to, and asked me to tickle her genitals again. I was not prepared to risk touching her in case I still had semen in my fingers, so I suggested that we meet again the following week, to which she agreed.
We dressed and after making sure no cars were coming, I helped them out of the ditch and we left and made our own way home. On the way back, I realized that I did not even know her name The following Saturday I was full of excitement and rode to that park as soon as I could get away from my chores. After looking for about 40 minutes, and thinking she was not coming, I found her walking with a pram. To this day I can still remember my incredibly intense feelings of disappointment. She told me that she was babysitting her new sister and her mother had told her to take her baby sister for a walk in the park. All we were able to do was to sit on the original picnic seat to talk and with her agreement, I was able to put my hand under her dress and briefly touch her genitals through her panties.
She said she had to return home and after she had gone I realized that I still didn't know her name and despite searching the park all summer, I never saw her again. I often wondered where she is now.
Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
My “Thingy”
When I think back on those years, I am constantly amazed at the chances I took and how often my activities could have turned into a disaster. That they didn't, I put down to enormous luck. All I every asked the girls was something like: “You won't tell anyone about our little secret, will you?” Apart from the one time, they never did. I also now realize how amazingly naive I was, and to illustrate, here are a couple of examples.
At about that time a popular type of girls swimsuit was made of a red knit material. Perhaps a manufacturer had purchased a bulk line. As most of the girls that I had success with recently had been wearing this type of swimsuit, I formed the silly theory that the two went 'hand in hand'. I reasoned that if a girl wore that type of swimsuit, she would be easy. One day I saw a girl dressed like this and started following her around, looking for an opportunity to talk to her. Suddenly she stopped and yelled at me that if I didn't stop following her, she would tell her parents. I can tell you that this destroyed my fancy theory very quickly.
On another occasion, I used to meet another boy (lets call him “D") at the park to play. We had done this for many weeks and it was perfectly normal teenage tomfoolery. One day he turned up with his sister (“E") who was probably a year younger. She was an absolute “stunner” and was just starting to develop tiny breasts.
In those days we were able to hire crude heavy two seat boats to use on the stream. I won't dignify them by calling them canoes, as they were horribly heavy things made of sheet metal covering a wooden frame. I had just hired one when “D” and “E” arrived, so I offered to take them with me one at a time. Of course I took “E” first. The stream was very busy and there were a lot of people around, so there was nothing I could do just there. As I paddled, I just casually mentioned that her dress was very pretty and at the same time moved in my seat and parted my legs so that it became obvious that I had a large and very prominent bulge in my swimming trunks.
I could see her taking sideways looks at it and so I hesitantly asked what color panties she was wearing. She looked at me and after a second, said “white” then she said, “would you like to see them?” I couldn't believe my ears and my heart pounded and of course I said “yes”. She slightly lifted and parted her legs and I had a lovely view of an attractive crotch with a tiny pair of panties showing the outline of her slit very clearly. I then suggested that perhaps we could meet without her brother the following day and she agreed to do so.
I returned to shore concealing my erection with great difficulty and then took her brother out in the boat. To this day I don't know why, but I told him that I had arranged to meet his sister to play the next day. On the Sunday I arrived but to my intense disappointment, she never turned up. Later in the day I was speaking to some friends and casually mentioned I wonder where “E” was. I was told that she had got into some trouble with a boy and was not allowed to come to the park to play. I presume that “D” told his parents for which I never forgave him. I only ever saw him once after that. We never spoke and I never saw “E” again.
Having described how naive I was, I should also say that some parents were as well. I was frequently able to gain access to young girls with the parent's full permission and even sometimes in the house when they were there. I don't know if I just looked trustworthy, but take this example.
Time had passed and I had now started work and had saved enough money for an old car. We lived in a block of flats and now we had new neighbors with three daughters.