This is the story of the first time I was molested.
I’m an overweight man in my 40’s. I’m white and I’m bisexual. I’ve known this since I was 14. I was introduced to sex when I was just ten years old. I would listen to my parents having sex through the door and even sneak a peek when I could. I was incredibly interested in what they were doing and how they were doing it.
I have been molested multiple times by 4 different people. My mother, my older brother and sister, and a friend’s dad. He was the first. You’ll notice if you keep reading my stories that I’m incredibly graphic. However I do not like being graphic when telling this story.
When I was 10, my parents got divorced and me, my older siblings and my mom moved to a new city. The next door neighbors were a black family. They had a boy that was 12 named Tony.
Tony and I hit it off instantly and became good friends. We both liked playing basketball and football. Our families eventually became close and we would spend a lot of time together.
We had a family emergency one night when I was 11. Mom had to leave me at Tony’s house for a couple nights. My parents didn’t tell me the emergency so it just felt like a sleepover. The emergency was my dad died by the way.
The first night went off without a hitch, but the second night didn’t go as smoothly. Tony had to go to a doctor appointment. His mother took him and I was left alone with Tony’s father.
Almost immediately after they left, Tony’s dad turned on a pornographic movie. I was so happy to see real pornography that I didn’t realize what was happening.
Tony’s dad sat next to me on the couch. He was 6’2” and sitting next to a chubby 11 year old boy, made him probably look even bigger.
As soon as he sat next to me, he grabbed my hand and put it on his penis. I immediately knew what had happened before I even turned my head so see it.
He had a strong grip on my wrist holding my hand in place. The Gods honest truth is I wouldn’t have let go anyways. Partly because I was scared and. Partly because I liked it.
When I finally took my eyes off the TV, I found myself staring down at my hand wrapped around this huge black penis. It was at least 10” and my chubby little fingers barely made it around.
He began to maneuver my hand up and down and then eventually let go. When I stopped with him, he instructed me to keep going. So I did. I continued to stroke his penis.
“Take yours out too.” He whispered to me
I hesitantly followed his direction and unbuttoned my jeans. I cautiously removed my erect penis from my underwear.
“Just pull your pants down!” He said aggressively
Once again I did as he instructed. I pulled my pants all the way down to my ankles. As I was doing that, he quickly pulled his sweatpants down and kicked them across the room. Then he grabbed my hand, spit in my palm and placed it back on his penis.
As I began to slowly stroke him, I began using my other hand to stroke myself simultaneously. Then I felt his cold hand push my hand away and grab ahold of my penis. He began to softly stroke me. It felt so good. I hate admitting it.
After a few minutes of us stroking each other’s penis’ he quickly sat forward and then bent down. He put my penis in his mouth and began giving me oral sex. Again, I hate admitting this, but it felt incredible. No more than 30 seconds before I felt that intense tingling and I orgasmed. I was just beginning to produce semen at the time and I felt a small amount go into his mouth.
He sat up and put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed my head down until the tip of his penis was touching my nose.
“Your turn.” He said in an assertive tone.
I had no clue what I was doing. I had no clue how this was happening and what scared me most was I wasn’t sure if I hated it or loved it.
I had been able to get a number of views of my mom giving my dad oral sex before their divorce so I kind of knew what I was supposed to do but not really.
I reluctantly opened my mouth and he put his penis in my mouth. It was so big I could barely get it in. It was smelled of sweat and tasted salty. After an awkward 30 seconds or so, he grabbed the hair on the back of my head and held my head in place. Then he began gently thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth. He made me give him oral sex for a few minutes. When I think back to it, it feels like it was much longer than 2 or 3 minutes because of the trauma. Then there’s sometimes I think about it and it’s a blink of an eye.
Suddenly he pulled my head away from his penis.
“Get on yo hands and knees.” He instructed all while ushering me into position.
He had me on my hands and knees and he bent me over the arm of the couch. I felt his big, wet penis push between my thighs. He thrusted himself a few times. My chubby thighs must’ve massaged his penis and then he pulled it from between my legs and sprayed his semen all over my butt. His grunt still rings in my ears today.
As I said I’ve known I was bisexual since I was 14. I don’t believe this had anything to do with me being bisexual. The fact I am bisexual is what makes me look back on this and begrudgingly admit that it felt good because I also hate this man and threw a party when he died.
I have many more stories that’ll be much more interesting and graphic so stay tuned…