Mister Nasty Man

I was three or four when I had my first sexual experience. 

I walked into the bedroom my sister and I shared and sat on my bed. My sister Lois and her friend Joanne were in the room. They were seven or eight years old.


"Do you want to play a game with us?" Lois said after a while. 


"Yeah." I liked my sister. We were playmates. And I knew Joanne was Lois's friend.

"It's called 'Mister Nasty Man.'" The name didn’t mean anything to me. I thought she was talking about her dad, even though her last name was Johnson.

Lois closed the door.

"You have to lay on your back," Lois told me.

I lay down on the bed, face up. Joanne watched while Lois d****d a piece of cloth over my eyes and around my head.

Then, one of them crawled over my body and sat on my face. She was wearing panties, and maybe shorts. I didn't get to sniff bare flesh, but I did get a whiff which I remember getting to this day.

Mom opened the door.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"We're playing 'Mister Nasty Man!'" I announced.

Awkward for sister and friend. A foreshadowing of my candor--and some of my fetishes.

I don't know if what I'll tell next happened before that encounter or after it. It's the first time I felt my erection.

My sister and I were in back seat going somewhere with my parents. I felt a stiffness in my pants. 

I dropped onto the transmission hump that used to run front to back in old cars. I opened my pants to see what that stick was doing in there. My sister watched me and her eyes got big and her lips formed the Umm! I'm gonna tell! expression.

She didn't tell. I got my pants snapped closed.

Are we there, yet?