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This is the somewhat-true, somewhat-embellished story of my perverse sexuallife. Some of the activity was probably illegal, though all was consensualexcept for the episodes in Chapter 1, "Pink Belly," and Chapter 2, "Co-Op Candy."
I certainly don't condone pedophilia, though we in the United States havean unnatural fear of childhood sexuality and much more is healthy and normalthan we let on. How many of us had sexual experiences as kids that we wouldNEVER tell our parents about, and perhaps that, even years later make us blush--andmake us hot as we remember? Most of us, I imagine.
When I was a kid, say from the age 9 or so, I was turned-on almost constantly.It was as if my whole body were a sexual organ receptive to sensual stimulation.Freud called this "polymorphous perversity," and I was (and am) certainly aPerv.
1) PINK BELLY
My earliest sexual memories revolve around innocent childhood sadomasochism--andsadomasochism is the prevailing theme of this story. In my neighborhood onLong Island we engaged in a practice known as 'pink belly'. Oddly enough, forall my years of reading bondage and S&M erotica on the web, I've neverseen or read any reference to it. Administering a pink belly entailed two orthree or four boys capturing another boy (I can't remember any girl victims;maybe at that age--about 8 to 11 years of age-- we just had nothing to do withgirls outside of school.) The victim would be wrestled to the ground and heldimmobile by several of the boys. A boy who wasn't on limb-constraint duty wouldpull up the victim's shirt and pull down his trousers to bare the tenderestpart of his belly. Then the tormentor would start slapping the victim's belly,at first gently but then with ever-increasing intensity. Soon the victim'showls of protest would turn to howls of pain as the belly-spanking startedto smart. The slapping might go on for several minutes--until the victim'sbelly had turned hot pink. Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim wouldbe released from captivity. Sometimes he would go off in a huff, maybe evencrying. Sometimes he would join with the rest of the mob in spontaneously assaultinganother victim. Interestingly, I can't remember parents ever being told aboutthe pink belly assaults, as if we all knew it was somehow shameful and forbiddenand not to be talked about; very much like female rape victims for years didnot talk about their own suffering; for Pink Belly was a kind of rape.
For me the times of the Pink Belly carried a particularly delicious ambiguity.I loved administering a good Pink Belly, but I also loved receiving one. Iloved the attention, the humiliation. I loved being stripped, held down andhurt. I was a very big and strong boy, larger by far than all my friends. Probablyat any time I could have broken away from my assailants and done some realdamage in self-defense. But I never did that. I always allowed myself to betaken and tormented. I had for years been teased for being overweight, andmaybe that made my stripping all the more exciting--my skinny little playmatescould see my shamefully-jiggling flesh, and the slaps of their hands rang throughthe neighborhood with my fat body as an oversized soundingboard. In fact, becauseI was so fleshy the boys often extended my pink bellies all the way up my chestto my large, soft breasts. They would twist my nipples, call me a girl andwail away. I would often rise up in tears from one of these punishment sessions,but I was also secretly proud of my suffering and of the fact that my friendsshowed me so much attention. I couldn't run as fast as they could or climbas high, but I could suffer better than most, and suffering physical tormentbecame my specialty (along with administering torment, of course--because Iwas the big guy I was also one of the primary tacklers and holders of othervictims.) The Pink Belly era continued until I was about 10. It overlappedby about a year the summer of the Co-Op Candy incident; and soon thereafterbegan the glorious years of "Naked T."
Stevie
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