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.

JZL is my life story series.  You can find out more about the entire
series at http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html, and more of
year 11 at http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzleleven.html
     

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 (bg 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 mom 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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