The naked play

Short report from a user from a forum for pedophiles. It is about experiences of an 8-year-old with his best friend and his father.

Taken from the collection Positive Memories, compiled by T. Rivas.

Found at http://newgon.com/CPP/index.htm and on BoyChat, 2005

Ambar recounts his earliest sexual experiences, including with his best friend’s father at eight years old.


I was about 5 or 6 and he was probably about 10 or so when he talked me into (playing naked didn’t take much talking, “You wanna get naked?” “Sure!") and we went from there. The next day he brought some of his friends who already did the naked play thing and we spent most of that summer running about naked and playing those fun games.

When I was 8 my very, very, very best friend in the entire world (as only an 8 yo can see it) and I did a lot of naked play and touching/sucking/humping things. He told me about him and his dad doing the same thing and the next time I spent the night at his place dad introduced me to things that sent me to heaven. He became my second very, very, very best friend and so began a wonderful, loving relationship. I still adore that man :-)

From then on, I had relations with several other boys (and a couple of girls now and then), many ages but mostly my age or younger and a few adults.

High points:

Getting arrested for prostitution on Hollywood Blvd. (dear ol’ dad freaked on that one - he was very well known in business and behind the scenes republican politics, I loved the trauma I caused him) which led him to send me to military school, K-12, which turned out to be boy heaven. (I never imagined that boys could actually skinny dip at school and wear speedo type suits with the school logo in public). I was an honor student and did particularly well in math, history and spanish (probably because of my special tutoring times with those teachers).

My first boyfriend at 10 (until age 15 when we moved away), we were the same age and his parents were very open (called ‘em hippies back then) and he and I were openly affectionate around them and they were quite supportive and accepting. I’m sure his dad was a BL of sorts, along with his friend who photographed us nude a lot and published a book about boys.

Next, my first YF when I was 16, he was 8, and I was in LOVE!!! Fortunately he was too and we had many wonderful times and that was when I knew for sure that boys were it for me.

And still are, except for my wonderful, marvelous bf who I now adore, hugzz and kisses (he posts here too :-)