As A Young Teen Abused By Gay NeighborsI have some issues now that I think maybe have been caused as a result being caught in a cycle of sexual abuse while my dad was in Vietnam. First a little background:
I grew up as an army brat in a military family. We moved every couple of years so I never had any long time childhood friends. I started only doing what I had to in school so I always had bad grades. I took a GED and dropped out of high school early. In my later high school years I did get excellent grades in science and shop. I grew physically pretty fast and was usually one of the tallest around my peers until I stopped growing taller at about the age of sixteen. I ended up 5’ 11” @ 160 lbs with a very athletic build. Today I only weigh about 15 to 20 pounds more.
Just before my dad went off to war, my parents bought a new house in Newport News Va. It was in the middle of a new neighborhood (a lot of other military families too) near my middle school. At first I could walk to school but soon they started bussing us white kids across town to send us to a black school downtown, again making it hard to find friends. There where two guys living together in the house across the street, Everett who was mid forties and George who was mid thirties. I had no idea at the time that they were gay and back then I didn’t even know what gay was. They had a successful professional pop band called “G***** and the D********* F****”. Everett was the bands manager, light and sound man. George was the lead singer and played guitar. They had five other band members and would practice in their garage across the street. I thought this was extremely cool and started hanging out more and more after school while they practiced. I guess they felt sorry for me that my dad was off to war and kinda took me in. I eventually became good friends with George and we even started to do things like exercise, lifting weights and jogging together. One day while we were lifting weights George started asking me stuff like "do you know what a jock strap is and what it is used for". He handed me one and told me to put it on. He told me that I shouldn’t be embarrassed to take off my pants and put it on in front of him and that he is just trying to show me what all guys do in high school and collage gym. As I changed he asked me if when thinking about sex and girls if my **** gets hard when I am thinking about stuff like that. He told me “older guys usually jerk off when they get a bonner”. He said “we always keep it a secret unless we are with a really good best friend and we should never tell anyone especially girls”. He told me that it is totally normal and asked if I wanted to learn how. Well one thing led to another and the next thing I knew he was trying to jerk me off. After a while of trying he said maybe you are still too young to ********* using hands but sometimes if you use a mouth, the warm wetness will make you ***. He started sucking my **** and within seconds I exploded in his mouth. I could not believe how good it felt and remember wondering, if it felt so good why no one ever told me about this stuff before. I remember telling him “that was the first time for me ***********” and he said something like “now you are a real man that knows how to have good sex and not make babies” and “That is how married people do it every night without birth control”. Then he said it was my turn to help him. As he pulled down his shorts I couldn’t believe how big his penis was, it wasn’t even erect and still much larger then my little hard-on. I remember being amazed that he was not circumcised and that as I started touching it he immediately started getting even bigger. After a few minutes he told me to use my mouth so he could feel it like I did. I will never forget that feeling and taste as I lowered my mouth onto his erect penis and it wasn’t long until he pumped that first load of ***** into my mouth. He told me that I did it perfect and that he was glad that now we are best friends. That was the first time I felt anything like that. He kept up the praise and kept telling me how much he liked me and was so happy he finally had a best friend kind of like a son. I did like the feeling when he sucked me and he made me feel like what he was doing was normal and ok for us to do that. Mostly things just seemed to happen slowly and seemed like a natural thing to do at the time.
It did feel really good to have so much oral sex but I still don’t know why I thought this was all “normal”. Stupid me, I always kept going back almost every day. Maybe part of it was because every day when I would come home from school Everett would be in our house drinking coffee with my mom. I guess I was so young I didn’t think it was strange that at a time when my dad was gone, Everett was always around my mom. George must have told Everett about me and him to because he molested me as well. One time my mom was gone somewhere and Everett was watching me. He came over to check on me and started talking to me about sex and asked me to follow him into my parent’s bedroom He got a metal box out of the closet and showed me a bunch of pictures of my mom naked and having sex. Well he ended up sucking me off on my mom’s bed. Now that I think back about it seems clear that he and maybe even George must have been having sex with my mom too.
This kind of bull **** went on for a couple of years until thankfully we moved away. I know now that this all made me feel like an empty shell and I tried to fill the void with sex, drugs and now ****. This also must have screwed up my hormones during puberty and stunted the growth of my penis which is still very small. I strongly believe if I wasn't sexually abused when I was a kid I would have never been in so many ****** situations or relationships. I was a heavy drug user until 1983 when I met my third and present wife. I have only told my present wife this story but she didn’t really seem concerned and never asked for details.
Everett was a heavy smoker and has since died of cancer.
George is somewhere in eastern Virginia now married to a woman, I think. I don’t want to ever see him again.
Don’t trust anyone gay around kids.
luckyhusbandinma 41-45, M 8 Responses 2 Jan 2, 2011