I Was Molested As a Teenage Boy
It all began when I moved up from Cornwall to Devon aged 11. We moved into a lovely house in a quiet area. The people next door to us were a retired army colonel and his son, they were both very pleasant.
At first it started by him inviting us to come round for BBQ's as a whole family - being new in the area and not knowing many people we obversely accepted and had a cracking time. He started to win me on side by offering me sneaky glasses of cider every now and again. At the time this seemed good fun, a little bit naughty but in reality was just meant to gain my trust - which did.
Soon I invited over without my parents, more alcohol was allowed and the chats would become increasing adult. He would ask me - under the shield of his friend was "writing a book" and was interested in when my first sexual experience was. I confided in him at the age of 13 I was wanking most nights but had never seen a girl naked.
When I was fourteen he introduced something a bit different - massages!! He would get me to lie on the floor (fully clothed) and start to rub my legs, being increasingly interested in my thighs and buttocks. A few weeks later he asked for me to drop my trunks - I was still lying on my front so couldn't see the harm in this. Then he started to move his hands from my back around to the front of my tummy (whilst I was still on my front). This was when I had the moment of "hold on a minute - did he just touch my ****!" quickly followed by "oh christ - he did just touch my ****!". I was slightly dazed by this so when he completely pulled down my pants I didn't object. The the final straw - he asked my to turn onto my back, a little voice said to me hold on a minute your naked from the waist down!! But I didn't listen, I rolled onto my back and showed him my most personal part of me. That night he just looked, nothing else.
A couple of months later the scene was repeated (he had given me quite a bit of alcohol first) and I was on my back on the floor with my trunks and pants at my ankles. He told me he wanted me to make it as big as I could for him, so I set about having a ****. He just sat there in his chair with a glass of wine in one hand watching me! I was pretty small back then - only about 3" hard, he get kept on saying "come on boy try a bit harder" He made me keep going until I came all over my tummy.
After that no visit to his place was complete before I had come for him! I think he liked to inspect my **** and see how much it had grown.
When I was around 15 he introduced wine and cigars and to be honest that part of my education has put me in good stead in my adult life. He had an amazing wine stock from all over the world and I learnt lots from him. But then he was no longer interested in just watching me perform, he wanted to join in as well. He would start to drop his trousers and pants and let me watch his **** whilst I wanked. Then he wanted me to hold his whilst I wanked. The he wanted to **** me, why I didn't find any of this abnormal I still have no answer for! The next stage was for him to **** me whilst standing behind me. The following week it happened.
I was stood there with my trunks and pants around my ankles with his hand on my **** whilst he stood behind me. Then I felt his finger pressing up against my arse - he had already lubricated it and it popped in quite easily but felt very strange. Then his finger came out and something larger was placed at the entrance, he started to **** me furiously and just at the point when I was about the *** he forced himself inside me.
I think he went the whole way in once as I came and then pulled out, I just stood there not knowing what had happened. I know now - I was 15yo and I had been anally raped!! He pulled his clothes on and poured me a whisky and chatted about something completely different. I remember going home (next door) getting into bed then getting out of bed and throwing up in the bathroom then going back to bed and crying.
For some strange reason I still went back there for the next 3years. Some nights his son was around so I just got drunk but when he wasn't I always ended up with the colonel's **** up my arse and now he'd thought I'd got used to it he was really pounding me, not gently at all
What always bothers me is I never ever said "no" or "please stop" I just let him do it.
When I was 18 I left home for university - he sent me gifts in the post, such as cigars or lighters. When I came back home for holidays I would often pop round to see him and the same thing would happen. WHY DID I DO THIS!!!!
At the age of 20 it all stopped. I met my future wife, who at the time was my g/f and brought her round to see him. I think he realised at that point he'd lost me because he never tried again.
That's my story - all true, thanks for reading, comments welcome
Thanks
At first it started by him inviting us to come round for BBQ's as a whole family - being new in the area and not knowing many people we obversely accepted and had a cracking time. He started to win me on side by offering me sneaky glasses of cider every now and again. At the time this seemed good fun, a little bit naughty but in reality was just meant to gain my trust - which did.
Soon I invited over without my parents, more alcohol was allowed and the chats would become increasing adult. He would ask me - under the shield of his friend was "writing a book" and was interested in when my first sexual experience was. I confided in him at the age of 13 I was wanking most nights but had never seen a girl naked.
When I was fourteen he introduced something a bit different - massages!! He would get me to lie on the floor (fully clothed) and start to rub my legs, being increasingly interested in my thighs and buttocks. A few weeks later he asked for me to drop my trunks - I was still lying on my front so couldn't see the harm in this. Then he started to move his hands from my back around to the front of my tummy (whilst I was still on my front). This was when I had the moment of "hold on a minute - did he just touch my ****!" quickly followed by "oh christ - he did just touch my ****!". I was slightly dazed by this so when he completely pulled down my pants I didn't ob
A couple of months later the scene was repeated (he had given me quite a bit of alcohol first) and I was on my back on the floor with my trunks and pants at my ankles. He told me he wanted me to make it as big as I could for him, so I set about having a ****. He just sat there in his chair with a glass of wine in one hand watching me! I was pretty small back then - only about 3" hard, he get kept on saying "come on boy try a bit harder" He made me keep going until I came all over my tummy.
After that no visit to his place was complete before I had come for him! I think he liked to inspect my **** and see how much it had grown.
When I was around 15 he introduced wine and cigars and to be honest that part of my education has put me in good stead in my adult life. He had an amazing wine stock from all over the world and I learnt lots from him. But then he was no longer interested in just watching me perform, he wanted to join in as well. He would start to drop his trousers and pants and let me watch his **** whilst I wanked. Then he wanted me to hold his whilst I wanked. The he wanted to **** me, why I didn't find any of this abnormal I still have no answer for! The next stage was for him to **** me whilst standing behind me. The following week it happened.
I was stood there with my trunks and pants around my ankles with his hand on my **** whilst he stood behind me. Then I felt his finger pressing up against my arse - he had already lubricated it and it popped in quite easily but felt very strange. Then his finger came out and something larger was placed at the entrance, he started to **** me furiously and just at the point when I was about the *** he forced himself inside me.
I think he went the whole way in once as I came and then pulled out, I just stood there not knowing what had happened. I know now - I was 15yo and I had been anally raped!! He pulled his clothes on and poured me a whisky and chatted about something completely different. I remember going home (next door) getting into bed then getting out of bed and throwing up in the bathroom then going back to bed and crying.
For some strange reason I still went back there for the next 3years. Some nights his son was around so I just got drunk but when he wasn't I always ended up with the colonel's **** up my arse and now he'd thought I'd got used to it he was really pounding me, not gently at all
What always bothers me is I never ever said "no" or "please stop" I just let him do it.
When I was 18 I left home for university - he sent me gifts in the post, such as cigars or lighters. When I came back home for holidays I would often pop round to see him and the same thing would happen. WHY DID I DO THIS!!!!
At the age of 20 it all stopped. I met my future wife, who at the time was my g/f and brought her round to see him. I think he realised at that point he'd lost me because he never tried again.
That's my story - all true, thanks for reading, comments welcome
Thanks
By:
bigballs3k
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31-35
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