Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
Preamble
In regards to the events that I am to portray, for obvious reasons, my memory is vague about the exact age I was when the earliest events occurred. When I first began to think back to these episodes of my youth, the details emerged slowly over a period of months and were fascinating to remember. Each time I mentally ran through the sequence of events, I remembered more detail and often one thing would trigger a memory of another. Finally it occurred to me that I should record it somewhere and this is the result.
I have had to make some age approximations but this does not detract from the accuracy of the events, and for obvious reasons you will also find that more details are available for the later occasions.
Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
My Formative Years
I was born in 1941 as the eldest of a family of three boys and these events occurred between about 1948 and 1962. My mother was young, and I suspect, very immature. My father was a hard worker but also was an alcoholic and as he was rarely home, had very little effect on my life. At that time, sex was a subject that was never mentioned and the one time I can remember asking where babies came from, I was told that they were found under cabbages in the garden.
Sometime around the age of five during my first year at school, something happened which made a profound impression on me. I was playing at the far end of the school grounds during lunch recess, when I saw six older boys form a circle around a girl of about seven or eight and take her behind some trees. She was forced to the ground and while two boys held her down by the shoulders, others lifted her dress, pulled her panties down around ankles and then stood around laughing and making ribald comments.
I still remember this vividly, as it was the first time I had seen a girl without panties. I remember little of what she looked like, but what did affect me, was that she was crying and calling out for help and I can remember feeling very sorry for her. After watching for a few minutes, I was so upset that I ran away, and as I moved to another school the following year, I never did find out what happened over it.
What effect this had on my psychological make-up at such a tender age is a matter of conjecture. All I can say that the events of that day are still vivid, and stay with me now more than 55 years later. If it affected me that much as a bystander, I have often wondered what effect it had on the poor girl.
Girls never figured much in my thoughts until I was somewhere about the age of seven when my mother had some visitors from another city stay with us. It was bath time and my younger brothers had been put to bed so it was my turn for the bath. Suddenly the door opened and our visitor came in with her six-year old daughter. She undressed her and placed her in the opposite end of the bath and left us there. Suddenly I realized that girls were different and “something” was missing. I could hardly keep my eyes of her groin and because of the “cut” there, I seem to remember wondering if there had been an accident, and her “cock” had been cut off. I was dying to know what had happened to her and was quite disappointed when her mother returned, bathed and dried her, then wrapped her in the Towel and left to dress her for bed. Thinking back, it was about here that my obsession with the cute little hairless slit between girl's legs started although at that time I was totally unaware of where it would lead me.
I thought no more of this until some months later. I am unsure of the exact age I was, but it was probably somewhere around my eighth birthday. This particular day my brother's and I were playing with a group of neighborhood children in a nearby empty lot. After about an hour everyone left except one girl and myself. We decided to play hide and seek in a large stand of trees. I suddenly remembered the earlier experience and, as we could not be seen, decided to try and see what she looked like. I made the casual suggestion that she may like to play “Mothers and Fathers.” She seemed quite agreeable so we found a small clearing in the trees where we were able to kneel down and not be seen. Within seconds she had lifted her dress and pulled down her panties while I opened my shorts.
I was fascinated to see she was also missing a penis and I investigated this in great detail, to which she seemed to derive some pleasure. I realized that this must be the way ALL girls were made and wondered how she managed to “pee” without a penis. To my great disappointment, we had to cut the game short when we heard her mother calling her for dinner. I wanted to continue a few days later but she never agreed to this again. She came from a family of three sisters and yet was not at all surprised at seeing my very immature “equipment.” That brief encounter piqued my interest and I decided to follow the interesting question about “peeing” the first opportunity that arose and this was the time when my active interest in investigating and fondling the genitals of young girls started.
In the street behind where we lived was a small inner city park called Hamilton Square. It is a square grassed area in the middle of a residential housing area and had about 20 large, very old trees and a lot of smaller bushes. The square had been provided with a Band Rotunda; public men's and women's toilets; and children's playground. It's main use was as a practice area by local brass bands which were very popular back then, but of course was also used as a recreational area by local families and by all the local children as a playground.
Almost opposite the square lived a family with 12 children and I used to particularly friendly with one boy from this large family. When I used to call at his house, if he was not home I would sometimes play with his other sisters or brothers. Also in the family were twin girls who at that stage were only slightly younger than I was. They were not identical twins as one was blond and the other was somewhat darker. One day I happened to find myself alone on the Rotunda with the blond twin. I started to make suggestions and I found that with only a very minor amount of coaxing, she allowed me to put my hand under her dress and touch her genitals through her panties.
Of course I wanted more, so I asked her if she liked it and as she said yes, I persuaded her to follow me across the park to the nearby men's toilet. Because of the position on the edge of the square, they were very close to houses across the street, so for privacy the council had apparently placed the door at the rear and then provided additional privacy by shielding it with a group of trees and bushes. Something I might add that would never be done these days. This toilet was perfect for my activities and I made continued use of it over the years that followed.
We walked over and stood behind the bushes so that we could not be seen from the park side. After I checked the toilet and made sure it was empty, she followed me into a cubicle and after I shut the door, she allowed me to take off her panties. As she was quite a small girl for her age, I helped her up to stand on the seat of the toilet. This placed her at a much better height and I was able to have a marvelous time inspecting and playing with her very pretty young genitals.
At that young age I had no idea that girls had a vagina so my activities were limited to me rubbing my fingers up and down her “slit”. I also opening it to see what was inside and I think this was the first time that I actively realized that there was a tiny bump in there. I can remember wondering if it was a penis that had not grown fully. I showed her my penis, and after seeing it that first day, she seemed quite interested and on later occasions sometimes she would ask to hold it to see it grow larger.
I was very keen to repeat this delightful time and looked for her after school, but every time I saw her, she was with other children. Much to my frustration, I did not see her alone for about two weeks. Then one afternoon as I was walking home from school, she came out of the gate alongside me. I asked if she would like to come to the square and play afterwards. She told me she had to clean her room but would be there after that. I did some of my homework then went to the square and waited for her.