Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2011 14:42:03 -0400 (EDT)
From: j32arch@aol.com
Subject: Experiences 9

My childhood was full of interesting experiences. One that
I remember vividly was when my parents planned a trip to
San Diego and my mother's brother, who was between jobs
as an EMS, became my willing babysitter for four days and
three nights. This is about that occasion as I best recall.

Uncle would encourage me to sit on his lap while he played
games with my body. I was a willing participant as the extra
attention from a favored adult was exciting and although I
knew absolutely nothing about sex, the touch stimulated my
body and I yearned for more of this new found feeling.

It started innocently enough when I inquired about his habit
of `knuckle popping'. He admonished me never to acquire
that habit as it would produce ugly and misshapen fingers; I
could not see anything ugly or misshapen about his fingers
and this invited him to ask me to stroke them with specific
emphasis on the knuckles in a way that I know now was very
sensuous and provocative. In turn, he massaged my hands
with gentle strokes and tickle teasing. His warm fingers
interlocked mine in a special coupling that excited me. It was
a totally new experience as my father was not a touching
person and certainly not in the way of my uncle. He gently
curled his forefinger around mine, looked directly into my
eyes, smiled and stroked.

The finger play led my uncle to suggest removing my shirt so
that he could check the condition of my skin. I was a pale boy
with a skinny developing body and gladly removed my shirt
for him. He gently worked from my hands and wrists to my
arm pits and lingered there. With gentle motion, he massaged
the joining of my arms, shoulders and pits then down each
side to my waist then up to my nipples. I relished in the
attention and clearly gasped when he touched me as it was a
totally new and wonderful feeling and I could not believe the
hardness of my nipples as he teased them, stroking and lightly
pinching. This was my awakening to a new world of pleasure.

My uncle abruptly ended the play session, helped me with my
shirt, winked and headed for the kitchen with the remark `time
for supper kiddo!'. Nothing I had experienced thus far in my
young life could compare with my uncle's caresses and loving
attention and I remained immobile for a few minutes searching
for a reason for the strange and wonderful new sensations. All
of this happened in the first afternoon following my parents
departure that morning. I was overwhelmed with desire that it
continue and I got my wish at bath time after supper; and to
just think that we had three more days and nights together.