The late 1960's and early 1970's was the era of sexual revolution. Sex was something you couldn't get away from. It was on the TV, in the newspapers (page 3 girls), in advertising, and even discreetly on display in the shops. If the shopkeeper wasn't looking then all you had to do was go to the back counter and dozens of pornographic magazines were on the shelves.
Sexual experimentation started innocently and I presume normally. I say presume because it took me many years to realize that one's perception of 'normal' is entirely subjective. My parents were very conservative and protective. Sex was a taboo subject in our house. Although my father kept a collection of hard core porn magazines in his shed (which I found at an early age) he would turn the TV to a different channel if anything remotely hinting at sex was shown, yelling angrily at how disgusting it was and that it shouldn't be allowed on TV.
I was probably only about 4 years old and being looked after by a neighbour while my mother was off cleaning. The neighbours son was a few years older and took me to his secret hiding place in the bush in his backyard. I remember him pulling his penis out and weeing and then he told me to do the same. Then he held my penis while I was still weeing and made me touch his.
In our new house a few years later it started again with the boys next door. We had an amazing hiding place in the bush on the lower side of our street. 'Castle Rock'. It was a giant sandstone rock which had weather worn turrets of rock at three corners, just like a castle, and erosion had split the rock into two sections, part of this split was a round hole and below this hole was a small cave.
We played mothers and fathers, doctors and nurses, showing each other our private parts. Sometimes touching each other. It was all innocent experimentation.
In the early days our street had only 5 houses. In one of the houses lived an elderly couple who had a 12 year old son. Robert was a 'special boy', mildly mentally handicapped and had an eating condition which meant that he could only eat raw meat! Of course we were all told to be nice to him but not to play with him.
One day, while playing with each other in Castle Rock we heard a noise coming from above. Peering down through the chimney hole was Robert. We all pulled our pants up and ran as fast as we could.
Days later I was with my sisters down at the creek. We saw Robert there in one of the small ponds. He had a large rock in his hand and was smashing it up and down. When he saw us he ran off and going to investigate we saw that he had found 3 tortoises and had crushed them to death with the rock. My sisters told my parents, who told Robert's parents.
It was probably the next weekend when my sisters were playing with friends at the bottom of the street and as usual not letting me join in. I wandered off to another of our favourite secret places. This was a cave at the top of the hill. It was actually more of a long sandstone cliff which was eroded into a wave shape, the thick bush coming right up to the cliff face formed a type of hidden tunnel. To enter you had to squeeze through a very narrow opening between the rocks and crawl until the floor dropped and formed a large cave.
Half way along fallen rocks split the 'cave' into two sections, in the second section there were stalactites and stalagmites which fascinated me. Crawling through I found my self face to face with Robert. He grabbed me and held me around the throat and pulled my shorts and underwear off. The next thing he was pulling his penis out and pushing me down and trying to put it into my mouth. It was enormous and revolting and I was very scared.
Suddenly we heard a shout and my sisters and friends were racing up the hill through the bush. Robert took off and I was so upset I just sat there crying, my sisters and their friends finding me naked. They were so angry with me and their friends were all laughing. Humiliated my sisters marched me home where my father belted me black and blue.
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