i was 4 and a half. we played hide and seek in an abandoned bungalow. weed-infested and water droplets dribbling from the sunlight-bared walls. this is not some shit im pulling off from a bollywood horror flick. you must have seen these buildings if u lived in suburban terai in the far-east. to me, a child's mind, such buildings exhibited an enigmatic spirit of their own. this particular bungalow, it had its own legends. fucked up shit like its owner's 17 old daughter hanging herself in the middle of night. rumours had it that the dad had gotten very drunk that night and raped her. and now her spirit was roaming around the house and shit. my child conscience contemplated more about the horror the parents must have been through than the events leading to the unfortunate end of that free-roaming spirit bitch.

we played lukamari, and as OP said, we soon got bored. idk where this sexual curiosity came from, but iirc it wasn't me who initiated it. the other fuck must've seen his parents do it. we didnt have much time before we'd eventually get caught by the others. so we bared our bodies, pulled up our tshirts, pulled down our pants upto the knee, and humped our stomach together for a bit. then i got creative. kamasutra techniques practiced by my ancestors back in the Persian Empire became clearly visible in my head. so i proceeded to tightly hug him and started rubbing my pelvic region with his, up and down, round and round. the friction of our genitals and bare skins gave us immense pleasure. i never did such a sexual thing agan until i was 14, when i did it with a guy in the school toilet (doored toilets where it was a ritual for upto 3 people to enter at once). he wasnt gay, just a small guy who lingered around me, regarded me as if i was his khuda. idk what he saw in me. marwari guy who now owns four jewelery shops in birgunj last time i checked. im embarrassed. but glad that my daughter will get lifetime discount on diamonds.