<span style=”font-weight: 400;”>OK, in an effort to generate a bit of activity, interest, or even a “like” or two, here’s a revisit to a story I posted on the old community site. A slightly expanded version as I toned down the original story a little but, here we are so what the hell.</span>
<span style=”font-weight: 400;”>Very few members here will remember the stifling hot UK summer of 1976 – if you thought this past summer was hot, I’m sure 1976 was hotter? So, in the middle of June, we’re having a bit of a family do at our house in suburban Surrey. Family and friends are gathered out in our garden which, by today’s standards, was very long, with an apple and plum tree providing some relief from the sun and sweltering heat. I’m in my teens, young, thin and, as an avid swimmer, with quite the little athletic physique. My cousin Tam was there with his Mum and Dad, my auntie and uncle. Tam was a couple of years older than me but seemed much older. As the afternoon progressed into early evening, Tam, who had had a couple of beers, suggested we went up to my room and play a game or something as the party was getting a bit rowdy as the adults were all getting more lubricated!</span>
<span style=”font-weight: 400;”>We went up to my bedroom in the otherwise empty house – I had the smallest bedroom, with room just for my single bed, a chest of drawers and an in-built wardrobe that housed the hot water boiler. It was compact to say the least. Anyway, we went through my board games but nothing seemed to appeal, so we settled on playing cards on my bed. I sat with my legs stretched out and Tam sat at the end of the bed and we played a few games of Rummy which I inevitably lost. After about twenty minutes, with the room stifling hot even with the windows open, we were getting a bit bored. Without warning, Tam suddenly became fixated on one of my trainers and set about taking it off my outstretched foot. Being insanely ti
<span style=”font-weight: 400;”>OK, in an effort to generate a bit of activity, interest, or even a “like” or two, here’s a revisit to a story I posted on the old community site. A slightly expanded version as I toned down the original story a little but, here we are so what the hell.</span>
<span style=”font-weight: 400;”>Very few members here will remember the stifling hot UK summer of 1976 – if you thought this past summer was hot, I’m sure 1976 was hotter? So, in the middle of June, we’re having a bit of a family do at our house in suburban Surrey. Family and friends are gathered out in our garden which, by today’s standards, was very long, with an apple and plum tree providing some relief from the sun and sweltering heat. I’m in my teens, young, thin and, as an avid swimmer, with quite the little athletic physique. My cousin Tam was there with his Mum and Dad, my auntie and uncle. Tam was a couple of years older than me but seemed much older. As the afternoon progressed into early evening, Tam, who had had a couple of beers, suggested we went up to my room and play a game or something as the party was getting a bit rowdy as the adults were all getting more lubricated!</span>
<span style=”font-weight: 400;”>We went up to my bedroom in the otherwise empty house – I had the smallest bedroom, with room just for my single bed, a chest of drawers and an in-built wardrobe that housed the hot water boiler. It was compact to say the least. Anyway, we went through my board games but nothing seemed to appeal, so we settled on playing cards on my bed. I sat with my legs stretched out and Tam sat at the end of the bed and we played a few games of Rummy which I inevitably lost. After about twenty minutes, with the room stifling hot even with the windows open, we were getting a bit bored. Without warning, Tam suddenly became fixated on one of my trainers and set about taking it off my outstretched foot. Being insanely ticklish, I squealed and squirmed and tried to stop him. But he was bigger and stronger than me, and, after about five minutes of pulling and tearing at the laces, finally succeeded in plucking it off. He threw it on the bed, leaned back and closed the bedroom window and pulled the curtains shut and then set about taking the other one off. I continued to squirm and giggle and squeal and within a minute or two, he had my other trainer off. The card game was abandoned as he grasped my legs and now started on my socks…it took no effort to peel them off my hot feet and I was now delightfully barefoot. He tossed my socks aside then pushed me back on the bed and started tickling me, pushing my shirt up and exposing my stomach. He was relentless and in the process of tickling me, managed to get one of my arms out of my t-shirt. In a second he scooped it over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me topless. I was panting hard, red-faced and sweating. As he’d tickled me, he’d managed to pop open the fastener of my corduroy jeans and grasped the zip, yanked it down then, with both hands tugged my jeans down, over my hips, over my knees, over my bare feet and off. I was now just in my underwear. I felt a compulsion to make sure my bedroom door was shut and hopped off the bed. But Tam had other ideas and pulled at my pants, pulling at them revealing my toned bottom. I stumbled against the wardrobe door and he pulled my pants off, right over my bottom, down my legs, with me lifting up one leg then the other as he pulled them over my feet. I was now completely naked. In just thirty minutes, we’d gone from playing cards, to me being stripped completely and joyfully nude in the dark sweltering heat of my bedroom.</span>
<span style=”font-weight: 400;”>Tam had all my clothes and, as only teenagers can do, teased me and said he was going to throw all my stripped off garments out of the window. I was horrified and leapt across to the bed to wrestle my clothes out of his grasp. But, as I’ve said, Tam was bigger and stronger than me and effortlessly pinned my arms down. I was in a bear hug (and a very bare hug!) and covered in a film of sweat. I swivelled round in his lap, my bottom against his crotch and my erection bobbed in front of me. Tam reached round and started to rub his free hand up and down my hot and pink erection. I’d only recently clumsily discovered the joys of masturbation but Tam was much more experienced, and skillfully toyed with me, listening to my breathless anticipation about orgasming right there, my buttocks flexing in his lap. And I really thought I was going to come and felt the unmistakable tingling in my testicles and the tip of my penis that signalled that I was going to ejaculate. But a knock on the door brought us out of our reverie. It was Tam’s mum. “Are you two alright in there?” she asked and for one moment I thought she was going to come in.</span>
<span style=”font-weight: 400;”>Tam instantly let me go and I fell to the floor. “Yes, we’re fine, Mum,” he croaked. “Do you want a drink either of you?” she asked but Tam replied no. We heard her go downstairs and back to the party. The magic spell was sadly broken and Tam wordlessly threw my clothes back at me. “We’d better go downstairs,” he said and I silently got dressed, disappointed that our game was over, denied an orgasm.</span>
<span style=”font-weight: 400;”>As ever, the question is, what if we’d been caught? What if Tam’s mum had opened the door and found her son, fully clothed, and me completely nude and erect? The shame and retribution would have been unimaginable. There were a few curious looks as we returned to the party in the garden and Tam grabbed another beer. I reflected, a little guiltily, on what had just happened and realised that I had enjoyed being nude while Tam was fully clothed, the start of a CMNM fetish.</span>
