ENM Beginning

[Namb]

I had very few ENM experiences in my life, but I think I know how my fascination with the practice started.

I was very young, about 4 or 5 years old at the time, so the events are fuzzy. The event was a trip to a public pool. I remember riding the train to get there. My mother and the woman next door (I’ll call her Mary) were the leaders of the expedition. The group included my sister (about 6 or 7 at the time), Mary’s two daughters Peggy (about 9 years old) and her sister, Claire (about 7 years old) and her niece and nephew whose names I cannot recall but the girl was about 7 and the boy was about my age.

When we got to the pool, we went to the women’s changing area. This made sense since our chaperones were female. Mary took the other boy and me to one of the stalls while my mother and the girls were in another. I vividly remember lipstick stains and cigarette burns on the sheet that served as the “door” to the changing room.

I had no problem with Mary changing me. She was a mom after all. Moms do that kind of thing. So, she changed the other boy and me into our bathing suits.

A while later, Peggy and her sister showed up in their bathing suits to relieve Mary so she could go to the girls’ cube to change. In her absence Peggy pulled down my bathing suit and her sister did the same to the other boy. I remember thinking, "Hey, he's got one, too!" The girls didn't have a brother, so this was probably just schoolgirl curiosity.

Each of the girls reached out and touched our penises.

This might have also been the beginning of a rubber fetish I have. Both girls had their bathing caps with them and the smell of rubber was very strong.

My sister came by to let the girls know that they were ready to go to the pool. I can’t recall if I was covered up by then.

At the time, I didn’t think a lot about it, but as I aged, I started to think about the unfairness of it all. Girls were always put in charge of boys. It was never the other way around.

[Dario_me]

I can understand that—I don’t have any memories from when I was 4 or 5 years old; my memories start when I was 7 or 8. But I do remember that if, for some reason, I found myself in a situation similar to yours, I didn’t feel embarrassed—I was just annoyed by the unfairness of it.
Have you encountered similar situations afterwards?