My True Anecdotes
Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2025 5:13 am
I'm going to spill all the P&SF related tales from my five-and-change decades of life. I shall use folks' real names, even when their names are Johnny or Sue and sound like random names when they're not. I'll try for chronological order. This earliest kid stuff is on the tame side, but things get wilder with adolescence and young adulthood. I shall try to be concise but will happily expand on anything inquired of. I will not exaggerate or fabricate. Truth is strange enough. This is the plan. Let's see what happens.
PART ONE: GRADE SCHOOL
ORIGIN STORY?
Johnny and his mom lived above me and my mom, in a large tall apartment building. We often heard them yelling at each other. Johnny was a wild kid. Jennifer and Sherry lived higher still, across the hall from one another. We four attended the same class at Cheyenne Public School, and walked there and back together across the big park and through the little forest and over the creek by hopping across the stepping stones.
One day I stayed late after school and walked home alone and was halted by an older high school boy who made me nervous. He acted too friendly. He told me he was a streaker and ran around with no clothes on and sold the photos for a lot of money. He bragged he had his own TV and stereo and sundry cash and prizes. He was convinced I should join him in this windfall; begged me to strip naked and run around and he would take pictures and I would make a lot of money. This was not possible for me to dare to do, and I did not believe him anyway but I was too intimidated to try to leave him without his consent. He pressured me FOR FUCKING EVER. His life seemed to depend on seeing me naked. Finally my mom was calling me from our balcony which was just out of sight. "That's my mom! She's coming!" I said, and fled.
The next day our foursome huddled in our little fort; just a haphazardly pimped clearing beneath an otherwise dense copse of trees and bushes that bordered the apartment building and park. I told the gang of my encounter and the supposedly lucrative streaking racket. Johnny got wild-eyed and grinned and muttered some intention and backed out of our bush fort. I glimpsed through the foliage that he was running and casting off his shirt. The girls swiftly exited and I followed, emerging in time to see Johnny short-hopping as he thrust his last coverage; his tighty-white undies to his knees before sprinting out of them. He ran circles bare naked, dick bobbing, arms outstretched like an airplane, hooting and hollering as if to ensure the streaking fairy would be alerted and drop some bags of money. The girls were enchanted and positively beaming. I was awestruck. Never in a million years could I do this for any amount of money. Get naked in front of girls! How did he have the BALLS?
It ended when he ran from the park onto the drive lane just as a car had pulled in. No tragedy. The car slammed on its breaks, and who then popped out screaming but his own mother! She grabbed him by the arm, hauled him naked into the car and drove away in to the parking garage. I could imagine him being hauled through the halls and lobby of this large busy building bare naked but I could not be sure of that. The girls gathered his clothes, presumably to return them to him. I replayed this scene in my head many times. I was deeply moved by it. I think my kink was born there.
I wrote two more little chapters from my grade school days but when I hit the publish button I discovered my login had timed out and it sent me to a login page and RUTHLESSLY MURDERED my draft! I do not have the patience currently to re-write two more sections so I must take a break for now. I shall return!
PART ONE: GRADE SCHOOL
ORIGIN STORY?
Johnny and his mom lived above me and my mom, in a large tall apartment building. We often heard them yelling at each other. Johnny was a wild kid. Jennifer and Sherry lived higher still, across the hall from one another. We four attended the same class at Cheyenne Public School, and walked there and back together across the big park and through the little forest and over the creek by hopping across the stepping stones.
One day I stayed late after school and walked home alone and was halted by an older high school boy who made me nervous. He acted too friendly. He told me he was a streaker and ran around with no clothes on and sold the photos for a lot of money. He bragged he had his own TV and stereo and sundry cash and prizes. He was convinced I should join him in this windfall; begged me to strip naked and run around and he would take pictures and I would make a lot of money. This was not possible for me to dare to do, and I did not believe him anyway but I was too intimidated to try to leave him without his consent. He pressured me FOR FUCKING EVER. His life seemed to depend on seeing me naked. Finally my mom was calling me from our balcony which was just out of sight. "That's my mom! She's coming!" I said, and fled.
The next day our foursome huddled in our little fort; just a haphazardly pimped clearing beneath an otherwise dense copse of trees and bushes that bordered the apartment building and park. I told the gang of my encounter and the supposedly lucrative streaking racket. Johnny got wild-eyed and grinned and muttered some intention and backed out of our bush fort. I glimpsed through the foliage that he was running and casting off his shirt. The girls swiftly exited and I followed, emerging in time to see Johnny short-hopping as he thrust his last coverage; his tighty-white undies to his knees before sprinting out of them. He ran circles bare naked, dick bobbing, arms outstretched like an airplane, hooting and hollering as if to ensure the streaking fairy would be alerted and drop some bags of money. The girls were enchanted and positively beaming. I was awestruck. Never in a million years could I do this for any amount of money. Get naked in front of girls! How did he have the BALLS?
It ended when he ran from the park onto the drive lane just as a car had pulled in. No tragedy. The car slammed on its breaks, and who then popped out screaming but his own mother! She grabbed him by the arm, hauled him naked into the car and drove away in to the parking garage. I could imagine him being hauled through the halls and lobby of this large busy building bare naked but I could not be sure of that. The girls gathered his clothes, presumably to return them to him. I replayed this scene in my head many times. I was deeply moved by it. I think my kink was born there.
I wrote two more little chapters from my grade school days but when I hit the publish button I discovered my login had timed out and it sent me to a login page and RUTHLESSLY MURDERED my draft! I do not have the patience currently to re-write two more sections so I must take a break for now. I shall return!
