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Fist time sex with a male, hurt
I acknowledge I was abused, and detest, and stand to abhor that some men sought to take advantage of my young vulnerable self, and usurp my tender young body for their sexual pleasure, was morally and legally wrong, for it is a misuse of adult power, a misuse of trust, inconnence stolen with misleading their image, to seek me out for their pleasure, as to prey and victimize, attain power, a power that is not theirs to have, but force it, to take and to gratify their deviant sexual ways and thoughts with un reparable harm on the helpless, or vulnerable, and the prey or pleasure sought, by creating opportunities, hidden, or otherwise, to take advantage, accomplish evil intentions, and goals.

They control, restrain, hold, capture, and captivate, and imprison, take hostage, in crafted ways or by brute force, either by misleading, cajoling, enticing, forcing, to bring about their illicit conduct, whether it be thought provoked to the provocative inclinations with enticement.

They have a desire, satisfy lust, sexual depraved nature, and depraved inclination, attain with that an opportunity, and look ways to further it, extend it, and repeat it, and resort to entice, or seduce, or control, and dominate, rape, sodomize, and victimize, and render others entrapped, hurt, abused, beaten, and rendered powerless, from their actions, that stem from that ill and formed from their bad, and evil ways, and intentions

They act out from them, and accomplish the evil acts, formed with wicked thought, remain and are produced, out of lascivious desire and out of their depraved nature, to control, and dominate and victims, for that he may remain seen hidden to other for their true evil nature, that allows them to victimize again and again, out and about, seek trust from situations and persons, to get at their targeted prey, and to take that what is forbidden to them, and morally wrong and criminal.

They derive pleasure from that, and make evil game out it, distorted evil derived pleasure seek and to find victims, do enjoy the hunt of it, a lust for bodies not meant for them, their victims is a child, and or a person who cannot form consent, or has mental capacity, is easy prey ; so they resort to victims, that are vulnerable, an easy prey, they resort more to minors, and that become their sexual prey, are their victims too (perhaps some men took advantage me) and I believe their actions upon me is reprehensive, and is criminal behavior, when one so underage, innocent, unable to consent to it, or form capacity to understand.

I experienced so, the depravity, that ensued upon me, is out from a perpetrator’s need to victimize and control, a sexual control is but their tool, to hurt, damage, wrong, and brutalize first before sexual pleasure; a child may then find the, the adult word is evil, it has control, and power of him, that it yields to his confusion, the bad experiences, which were an unknown danger, not anticipated, or expected, is fear, when to experience, and receive intrusion on their body, and minds, is unwanted physical pain, confused feeling and guilt, is mental and physical damage inflicted on them, remains on them forever.

I hate evil minded people, the criminals that rob, hate, prey, and victimize; extort, rob, punish, kill, and inflict pain, rape, sodomize, do unspeakable crimes; the atrocities, and evil, depraved acts on their helpless victims.

I would never think about taking advantage of anyone, less someone who is but a young soul, so I write about my experiences for me only, my eyes only, since they are true, I can purge them out clean, but not deny its horrific occurrence and graphicness then, the details as I now recount them, and write about them in lurid fashion, may sound like pornographic progression, that despite it.

I would believe I did retain my innocence somehow amidst it, and that However bad, or confusing my experience on my young body was, with its puzzling sensations, pain, or displaced pleasure alarmed, is more bewildered, and I remember it still vividly, and awakened sexual pulses, and knowledge pleasure, my underlying goodness, innocence holds within me, nevertheless. I do not harm.

I come to terms with my passions and desires, and need for love, and pleasure, not meant to be confused from my confused past experiences.

I have loved, and seek love, and I find that that love, is intertwined, with sexual involvement, its contact, a comfort, and feeling, desire, and a sexual fantasy, by its sexual pleasure, is had with ecstasy, and okay to experience and in find good that pleasure, is but consensual now, in relationships with other adults, is not to be misconstrued or seen wrong, in the contrast of my past sexual experience.

I learned sexual skill, and I adhered to its reception, that I am okay, and I am free to love, and enjoy, and to feel pleasure, to enjoy, sexual connections, and its gratification, and sensations to my body, and to please and be pleased with sexual ways, the pleasure, is constructively good, as is love, for with love comes pleasure, in the mind, body and soul.

And the pleasure that is sex is but only a part of it, and sex is pleasure for me now too, and my feeling to love is pleasure as it is pleasing too, to befriend, find a soul companion, experience good relationships, a person to hold and draw near, with comfort.

The contact is close and has cohesiveness, of the mind, and body, together, is my soul too, likewise a body connection with sexual sensations and pleasure is but mutual, as is consensual, and with the wild imagination and ideals, the different receptive manners to arouse, and please, are degrees to experience and enjoy.

However by no means, do I have desire to exploit or use minors sexually, and that desire to harm others does not carry over to me. I hold no desire for that, or for criminal behavior or abusive acts on others.

I am, therefore, free to write; allow me to recount:

My Early sexual experience:
An unwanted sexual control, awoke perplexed carnal knowledge and sensations to ultimate desires

The first time I can recall being molested or having sex with an older boy was when I was two or three years old. My mother left me at my grandmother’s house, in Mexico, where I stayed for weeks while she went to work or attend out of town affairs.

Next door lived her two young nephews, who were about 13 and 14 years, the sons of her sister Maria, who had passed away many years before. They were Tito and Chato.

They lived with their father and his new wife. They were often alone in the house.

I play in my grandmother’s courtyard, and notice them looking at me over the wall. One of the boys, Tito, peeked over the wall one morning, watched me play. He came over and offered me toys because I was related to him and he wanted to be nice to me.

I guess he was, my third uncle. He led me to his house, by promising the toys, and become my friend. It would be fun to play with him to keep him company. However, he lied that we would play alone and become friends, for his intent was different.

At his house, he led me to his bedroom, which was in the basement, and he locked the door behind us. We were alone. Almost immediately, he pulled down my shorts, I felt no warning; he surprised me, lunging at me.

He grabbed hold of me, and pulled me toward him, and held me down quickly, bending over me; he fondled and spread my ass. I did not know what was happening. That would be the first time that I got to experience actual sex with a male.

He had me lie face down on his bed; he put lotion on my butt hole, which burned a little. It felt weird when he groped my ass hard; he got excited, with his apparent lustful desire at gawking and groping at my ass. He made grunts and sounds.

He mentioned that he saw me manly times, and it would excite him, to see me play, especially the time when I bent over and my shorts went down accidentally, and he saw my ass; after that, he wanted my little ass, his way.

He got wild with desire, and he said, “Oooh, ahh, yeah!” a lot.

He moaned whenever he touched my ass hard.

I found peculiar when placed a mirror near the bed; I saw our reflection; my young three years-old round butt exposed to the air, and spread wide eagle with my shorts down my legs, and him with his pants down his legs, straddling me on top of me.

He told me not to move or say anything. He pulled out and held his dick, rubbed lotion on it; his dick appeared brown and erect, almost torpedo shaped, with foreskin covering it; he pulled on his dick; his dick looked shiny, wet with lotion.

He got behind me on his knees , spread my ass apart with his hand, spat on it, and bit my round buns while, as he pushed his finger into my but hole, making my hole open a bit, and then shoved his dick into my ass hole, and I cried out, “Ay, Ay! No, no!”

It hurt a lot; his penetration became shock to me, confused and surprised he chose to hurt me that way, and each time he put his dick in my ass, and pulling out, only to put it back in.

I wailed and cried out, and begged him to stop. He acted cruel; he did not care, told me to shut up, and let him fuck my ass since he waited a long time for it.

I squirmed, struggled to get away, but he held me down, grabbed my legs, and ass, “Get back here, I am not finished yet. I am here to enjoy your tight little ass”.

Meanwhile, held the mirror closer at the side, and watched himself pushing his dick in my ass; he spread my ass and legs, to fuck me, and while he held my ass in the process, held me hard, forced me to stay down, bit my ear wet, and said, “ Nice little pussy”.

I yelled loud, and felt like screaming for help, but I cried, and whimpered more. My butt burned hot, throbbed, with tremendous pain, as he continued to hold me down, hard, not allowing me to move, his body weight on top of me weighed me down, and his dick going deep inside me.

I felt suffocated, and he enjoyed that he tortured me, with pain; his dick jabbed into my butt fiercely, spreading my ass, and he wiggled his hips hard, from side to side, and bounced my as up and down, cupping it with hands; his dick felt painfully worse, that way; he prodded and poked hard, going at an angle, piercing my inside walls instead, his fierce pounding, was plain ugly; I just screamed.

I begged, “Please stop”, but he paid no mind, held me tighter, he became crazy with frenzy, going faster and shoving his dick deep into me and
hard, with no regard to me; he pounced a times, to hold his position with direct control to lash in and out or thrust viciously forward in a cruel manner, a deep penetration, with strong manipulation with his evil hip action, to ensure his ensuing penetration and my pain.

He smiled, and wet his lips and rolled his head and eyes back.

He enjoyed it, and revered those moments, knowing he got it deep into me, and resorted to pound my ass then with a fast quick and full head-on thrust; his dick deep inside me, tore me apart, he sounded angry, and hateful he called me fucken little cry baby bitch, that does not want to learn to take it like Carlos could, beating and slapping my ass, punished me for not liking it, and continued to shove his dick harder and harder, brutally.

I thought I would pass out, he was doing it in a painful way, hard, pounding me ugly, nasty from side to side with his dick, going at angles, against my hole, was torture, it poked me like a knife, and I thought I would explode from the pain.

I did not feel emotion no longer; I got traumatized, could not believe or imagine he lied about giving me toys, and being nice, because he hurt me immediately, shoving his dick inside my ass, and I had no clue that men could do that, and hurt me in that way, that he planned it and set out to do that to me, to hurt me, and he did not care, but for his pleasure.

Apparently, He does that to other boys, whom I imagine they cried to, he enjoys that he causes them that pain; I imagined he was brutal with them too, and I get scared and feel sorry for them.

I pleaded with him to release me, and I cried, and screamed, and wailed, “I want to go home, please. Please stop, let me go!”

He hit my head, and then slapped my ass hard, sharp, a red sharp sting shot at my nerves, and He warned me again to shut the fuck up, that I sound like big cry baby bitch, he said that he did the same fucking to my cousin Carlos, he was my age and he can take it, he does not cry like me, I believed he lied; just to get me to say Okay.

He kept reminding me over and over that Carlos could take it, and I was nothing but a fucken baby, that cannot learn to shut up, sit still, and take it.

He fucked my hot tight boy ass, repeatedly, to open it up, good like a wide pussy hole, he told me that, and would fuck it, then the way he likes, and he could have his way it, no longer hurt once I let go, take it, and open wide for him.

I had no choice, then but to allow it to happen, because I better accept it to happen a lot from now on, he told me he got me ready, tearing my ass apart, that ultimately it responded and gave way to his hard dick that way.

Not willing to relax, is worse, he would make sure of that, to feel not only his big dick hurt here on earth, he said that he planned to fuck me to the moon, that is where his good fucking will take me, and leave me there, all tore up, so, the next time, I would ride his brother’s huge rocket monster dick too, because his brother had a monster for a dick, that his dick was a lot bigger, surely to send me there really fast, to the moon.

I best get ready to ride that rocket dick, which will send me directly there, to sit on it, a big fucken rocket, long, and wide, fast. I had to wait to learn the way for a ticket, first with him, then ride his big rocket, ever so fast, takes me up, and down, all around, then goes higher up, faster, if sat to ride it, fucks me royally, fucking hot, would surely send me off, super jet fueled and cock full, will squirt all the way in my juicy ass moist, riding that trip.

That is what he promised to share, his big toy, like he had mentioned, first I had to be a sweet good, pussy boy, and be quiet, and say I enjoy his fuck.

Then, he continued fucking me, now nice and slow, and steady; his bed shook and rattled, a squeaky steady sound, it held me at bay, it tuned me out.

His heavy breathing and profuse sweat dripped on my naked body, with his brutal rape, now a slow, but it held me hostage, nonetheless. I went into a spell, my mind going numb, I sensed no more, my eyes close as to sleep, dream, go away, and no longer feel, I seem to float away, discovered when I tuned out, could not feel.

I came to, but felt far way, liked in a trance, shadowy images, again, watch myself in the mirror, my mind out, floating away and back, the images of myself, distorted, and blurred, were in a clouded manner.

I seemed slow, as if a goblin that lingered instead of me; he was still on top me, doing and having his way with me, fucking me royally, getting off to the mirror’s reflection; my naked body moved, tossed, as he contoured me, holding my ass apart, up, molding it, shaping and slapping it, his dick plunged, moved in and out of my butthole hard, as he spread my ass more. He was hollering, “Oh, shit, wow! What a tight little ass you got!”

I felt cold and exposed on that bed, shook and trembled while feeling the thin cold blanket against my stomach, crying, feeling his invasion. I tried to bear the pain, my mind numb, and I went blank.

He did finally stop; his torture gruesome and long lasting; it was extremely painful, like an eternity, unbearable, to endure so much pain, and then survive, feeling dead. I felt no life in me, and I wanted to drop dead, fade away and forget the pain, my ass throbbing, and hurting still, I was afraid to walk, and I remained still.

Apparently he climaxed; I felt wet and mushy inside my ass. He went the bathroom to clean his dick with a paper towel.

I just stood there, in pain, watching him wiping and shaking his brown torpedo shaped like dick in my direction. He quickly pulls his shorts, and pulls up my shorts to, and takes me back to my grandmother’s court yard. My butt throbs with pain, wet.

He had accomplished deflowering me and opened up my three- year old butt hole brutally, when shoved repeatedly his 13 year-old dick inside me, raped me, his dick about 5 inches, hurt me like hell; I ache, I got sick, and vomited , I was wet, raw, and saw red on my shorts, my blood.

(My uncle’s dick was huge; long and thick, and could now recognize that his dick was about 10 inches long in comparison, with a massive head, the biggest dick I ever saw on a man. That is another story to tell, but I will relate that experience chronologically, and that story is to follow.)

Tito told me not to say anything about what happened, what he did, or else he would not share his toys with me after that. He went to get a red wagon, rode me on a wagon only for a while , but I hurt a lot, I was wet, and he noticed blood on my shorts, soon after that, he fled.

I did not say anything to my grandmother about what had happened to me next door.

After that occasion, he would look for me, and take me to his room and would fuck me several times. I just blanked out each time when he fucked me.

One time, while he was fucking me repeatedly with his pumping motions, again, he had that familiar mirror on his side watching himself fuck me, I heard my grandmother calling out my name. I felt alarmed that she was looking for me, and could make out her calling me, it got faint soon; I felt scared and trapped.

I had to get out of his control fast since my grandmother was looking for me. I felt that I had to flee, but he held me down; I was unable to reach out to my grandmother to respond. I felt embarrassed, and ashamed.

What would she say? I felt wrong and I felt dirty. Meanwhile, he kept on fucking me, and finished fast. I thought it was my fault, and I would be one punished if my grandmother knew where I was and what was going on, away without her permission.

One time, he took me to my great grandmother’s room. He pulled my shorts down and attempted to molest me there. However, my great grandmother walked in, and he said that I had tried to pee on the floor. (Obviously he lied.) He told her that he was going to take me to the restroom to the right place. He took me into the restroom and fucked me there. (His attacks stopped when my family moved to California.)

However, I would experience more sex with older boys on occasions while at my grandmother’s house.

One day, my grandmother decided to rent out a room that she owned and faced out the busy street, centered in neighborhood, to a man that would use it a barbershop. The man had a son, about 12 years old, fair complexioned with curly hair. One day his father closed the shop and left him alone at the shop while he went on an errand.

The boy saw me and invited me into the shop with him. We were alone, and the boy pulled out his dick and wanted me to such his dick. I refused; in order to avoid sucking his dick, I gave him a silly excuse. I told him that a boy died from sucking dick.

I guess he believed it, and he did not press me to suck his dick, but he asked me instead to get on my knees and he tried to fuck me. I am not sure if he actually penetrated me, because I don’t remember feeling anything. Perhaps, he just placed his dick at my ass, and because he had no real experience, he did not penetrate me, I think.

The then boy bragged to my older cousin, Ricky, 12, that he had fucked me in his father’s barbershop.

One day my older cousin, Ricky, came to visit my house, to sit for my mom; she went to a doctor’ appointment, my little sister and I were left in his care.

While we were alone, Ricky asked me whether it was true what the boy said. I told him that boy got behind me and tried to put his dick on my butt. Ricky got curious about what that, how it felt, and wanted to try it on me, and fuck me.

He kicked my sister out the door, locked the door, so we could be alone. He had me get on the bed on my knees, and he pulled down my pants, He got behind me, and took out his dick, and tried to fuck me. He asked me, is that what he did? Is that how it felt?

I said, “Yes, I think so.” Again, I can’t recall if Ricky he penetrated me too. My cousin got scared that my sister was pounding on the door, saying she was going to tell, and cried, “Let me in!”

Ricky stopped what he was doing, pulled up my pants, and he zipped his pants, ending his session. He let my sister back in.

When my mother returned, my sister ratted on him, and she told my mother that Ricky locked her out and we were in the house alone. My mother got suspicious and demanded to know if he did anything to me. He denied doing anything wrong to me, and he swore on the Virgin Mary that was the truth. He had lied, of course.

My mother accepted his story, and dismissed him, and he left soon thereafter. He looked scared. He never tried anything with me after that.

When I was two years old, my mother would go to work, and leave me with a young girl, Sonia, 14, who baby sat me and my sister.

One day, Sonia, called me and had me face her, while she sat on a chair; she pulled up her skirt, and spread her legs apart. She was not wearing any underwear. She placed my hand on her private parts; she opened her pussy lips with her fingers, and told me to touch her inside. She guided my hand; her pussy felt hot, wet, and mushy and slimy. She pulled my pants down to my ankles, and brought me close to her, so my private parts touched her vagina.

She spread her legs wider, and told me to move back and forth, so my dick could go inside her. Her vagina felt warm, and smelled funny, somewhat fishy. It felt strange doing it. She wanted that I fuck her hard yet I was only two years old! How could my two year old dick satisfy her? My dick was not yet big enough to satisfy her wet pussy and young woman body, but I guess she was really horny, and my young two year old boy body; my boy dick did get hard, and it would do for her that day, just fine.

One day, my dad came home early, and Sonia was baby- sitting me and my sister. Sonia was surprised my dad was home early because earlier, she had picked at my piggy bank and stole my money and almost got caught. I wanted to tell my dad about it, but Sonia put her finger to her lips to indicate to me to stay quiet.

My dad was 21 year old young man, in his sexual prime. My Dad was very cute, and Sonia liked my dad and I could tell she wanted him to notice her. Sonia began to flirt by dancing and shaking her skirt, and rising up her skirt, showing her legs and thighs while she turned around and moved about. She undid her blouse to expose her boobs.

My dad grabs her takes her to the bed, and I saw them get naked on the bed. My dad had a big dick with hair around it, and his balls had hair too and were big. Sonia grabs his dick and puts it in her mouth, sucks it; she made slurping sounds.

My dad turns her around on the bed, having her lye on her back and she spreads her legs around his waist. My dad takes his big dick in his hand, and shoves into her pussy very hard; it was brutal force, and she screams loud. He fucks her pussy with fast, pumping motions, and called her a bitch whore.

She is crying, but she is saying she loves his big dick!

He fucked her hard, pounding her pussy furiously, and the bed shook and squeaked a lot with all the motion.

I could hear Sonia moaning and crying, and saw my dad sweating, and shouting, treating her roughly. She seemed to enjoy getting hurt.

I yelled out, “You are making too much noise!”, and clasped my ears with my hands.

I am surprised that they allowed me to remain in the same room while they did what they did. They figured I was too young to say anything or know what they were doing was sexual, and that my dad was cheating on my mom!

When mom came home, I tried to tell her what I saw, but she did not understand what I was saying since I could not really explain that type of physical activity at my young age, so she never got the drift, and it would remain my dad’s kept secret for many years.

I few years later, Sonia showed up at our door to visit unannounced, she had a baby in her hands. Apparently she met a boy and married him. My dad just stared at her, and looked over at me; he had a smile in his face. Was he trying to figure out if her baby was his, or was he just thinking about when he fucked her and if and when he would fuck her again?

When I was 3 years old, my cousin, Joe, 14, had a girlfriend, Leticia, 13. I liked Leticia, who was nice to me. She would walk me to the store and buy me candy; she held my hand while we walked.

One occasion, while returning from the store, we walked to her house. No one was home. Leticia began to play with me, and tell me scary stories to frighten me. She would laugh when she saw I got scared.

She takes my hand and led me into a large closet. She wanted that I take my clothes off, and to show her my dick. She told me to touch her boobs, I refused, and cried, that I was scared, and did not want to play her naked game.

She got upset with me, and locked me in the closet and turned off the lights. The closet turned pitch dark. I just yelled, “Get me out here!” Finally, she opened the door and let me out. I told my cousin about what happened, he laughed, but I don’t think he believed me.

When I was about four years old, several older teenage kids, ranging from 13 to 14, lived around my neighborhood. One of the boys, Tony, lived next door with his grandmother. Tony was 14 years old and had a girlfriend named Stella, 13; she worked at her father’s store located in our neighborhood street, corner.

Occasionally, my mom would send ne to the store to buy milk, and I would see Stella with Tony.

One dark evening, they caught my attention because Tony and Stella were standing against the store wall, making out for what appeared to be a very long time.

They were locked in an embrace and their mouths were all tongue action, I stood in awe there, gawking on the sideline, entertained, and enthralled with their actions.

Soon, I got a tap on my shoulder from behind, and it was my dad, who came to see why I was taking so long. I got embarrassed when he noticed what I was watching them. He too saw them kissing and laughed.

He scolded me, and told me “Don’t be nosey”, I told him that I wondered what it felt like, seeing them kissing with their mouths and tongues.

My dad told me I had to be older to know about those things, and hurried me home.

However, I remained curious. I thought more about Tony, he had nice full lips, pouty and red like, and his soft thin black mustache barely growing on his upper lip looked nice; he was cute, and he attracted me, I thought he was lucky for being good-looking, and very good at kissing with his nice, pouty, reddish full lips. Obviously, my innocent curious feelings could be viewed as gay tendencies, and quite intriguing for a 4 year old boy to have.

One day, Tony came to our door, and talked to my mom. He wanted to set up a tent or camp party in the court yard directly outside our back door that he was planning to have with all his neighborhood friends. The court yard outside had restrooms and shower facilities for use by the tenants in the building. He said it was ideal because its facilities for his tent party, a sleep over event.

Tony asked my mother if it was okay that I join in the event too since it would be fun for me to experience sleeping out in the open stars. Apparently, I was invited to the “sleep over and campout” since I was a boy too, and should join them, and because mom allowed the camp to take place near our back door, in the common court yard.

My mother packed a sleeping bag and blankets, and gave a warm sleep outfit to wear, so I would not get cold just in case it got chilly at night.

Tony set up tarps and tents, fold away beds, cots, and sleeping bags in an enclosed area that he created his camp in the court yard; he had sealed off the area with tarps making it more private and secluded. He furnished the camp with kerosene lamps, a television set, a transistor radio, and other campout gear and equipment; He brought flashlights and comic books to read. He had soft drinks, sandwiches, and snacks to eat in ice coolers, too.

Soon, several neighborhood older boys started to arrive with their gear in hand for the camp sleepover. The older boys, all teenagers, were kids that lived in the more affluent homes in the neighborhood, located across the street from our building.

One of the boys already drove a car, a convertible, which his parents bought for him. His name was John; he had dark brown complexion and tight curly hair. Some of them were dressed in army gear and wore combat boots to fit the occasion.

Among all the older teenage boys, I was the only 4 year old boy in the group, and I gravitated to Tony, who took it his duty to look after me exclusively, and had me at his side, as my protector, and I was like his little cabin boy.

The first day, before dark, he went to take a shower, and had me accompany him so we could shower together. I saw nothing wrong in that we were going to shower together to get clean, since that is what my mom had me do before bed; bathe, brush my teeth, and dress in my pajamas for bed.

In the shower, we undressed, and we were both naked, He appeared tall, muscular, and grown like a man.

He ran the shower, and begins to lather his body with soap, and then hands me the soap to me, so I could lather myself as well. He is under the running water, wetting his whole body and hair, turning his body constantly, washing his face, his body with a wash cloth. I see his dick for the first time; his dick was big and long, brow and meaty. I just stared at his body, which intrigued me and amazed me; I was in total awe. I was surprised as I was curious that he had a really big dick.

His body was muscular, tanned, his legs were nice and muscular, and his thighs strong and thick; his ass was round and beefy, and muscular. When I saw his butt, I liked it, especially.

I told him that I like how his butt looked, and he laughed. I asked him to show it to me again, and to turn around again. He smiles, and turns, as to let the water run on his body some more; he turned around several times, so I could look at his body and butt again at different angles.

He just smiled and had a happy look his face. I was happy too, that he allowed me each time I asked him to show me his butt. I must have asked more than once.

He then stood still, and showed me his butt more; he stood, flexing it for a while.

He said “Okay, I did it, now you too.”

I was still holding the soap trying not to drop it because it got slippery on my small hands. I had lathered my stomach, and legs, and he pulled me close to him, under the warm running water, and I turned around too, and stood, so he could eye my soft, white, round butt

He said he liked mine too. He just smiled, with his nice white teeth gleam, and his face, and black hair, and cute black mustache and face, dripped wet.

I saw his dick and noticed it was hanging long, exceedingly way bigger than mine; his long dick had black hair around it, and it was dripping wet too, getting longer, as I watched.

He could notice my shock, that his dick got super big, as I stood watching it; it was long, hard, and thick, with its head pointing straight up at my direction, and as he got closer to me to show it off, was massive. He held it near my face, so I could touch or see it up close. I thought to touch it, but I got scared to its sheer huge size.

He smiled, said, “Go ahead, feel it”, and told that one day when I grew up, and became older, like his age, I would have a big dick too, like his. He tapped his dick, and it sprung up and down, as it bounced with his hand on it, it quickly went back into place, again, and it remains hard, long and stiff in my face.

I agreed to touch a lit bit, feeling how hard and long it felt. I told him it felt too big; that he had such a big dick, and I never saw one that big before, and it scared me.

He laughed, as he shook it, and stroked it for little while. He stopped to lathered me some more, as took the soap again, turned me around, and scrubbed my back with the wash cloth, and under my arms, my neck, behind my ears.

Lastly, he spun me around again, and washed my butt with the wash cloth too, rubbed my round butt inside and out, along my cheeks softly; he felt and squeezed my ass, and tickled my butt hole with his finger; my little butt felt good, and he said “Nice and clean little butt, okay.”

I laughed too, because my mom tickles me too when she washes me, but I like the way he did it. He tickled my butt again some more.

He smiled at me the whole time, and patted my head and back a lot, and told me I was a good boy.

He turned off the shower, and asks me, “Ready to go?”

His big dick still big, and wet, slowly got flaccid after a while, but remained long, and dropped down his legs, again. It flopped a little bit.

He had me put on my pajamas, and I watch him dressed into his flannel white long underwear and his thick army jacket; he wore no shirt under it, just his dog tags, his chest bare; a strong, muscular brown chest; his tags clank as he pulled up on his jacket.

We went back to the tent, and the other older boys were watching a cowboy or western movie on the small television set. I got excited because I liked cowboy movies. I got happy that I would watch the movie, next to Tony.

Tony took out a pack of cigarettes and began smoking a cigarette, and was blowing smoke clouds, like the Indians did with a camp fire in the movies, one smoke cloud after another, I thought it was cool, and Tony seemed glad he entertained me with the puffs of smoke.

While we watched the movie, we ate chips and peanuts, and drank hot coffee; he sprinkled chocolate chips that melted into the coffee.

We stayed up past midnight and soon everybody else fell asleep, leaving the television on. Tony and I were still up, and it must have been the coffee that had us up so late still. He turned off the Television and the kerosene lamps, and told me that it was time to hit the bed, I was going to sleep on a cot, but I told him I was cold, and I was quivering in the cool night air. I wanted to return home to sleep in my warm bed instead.

“Yes, he said, “The dark nights is cold, but look at the sky gleaming with many shining, frazzled and shimmering stars. You are going to miss out sleeping under those stars.”

I looked up into the sky and saw all those stars, I tried to count them, but they were too many and I could only count up to ten anyway.

Tony then invited me to sleep on his bed, and I said, “Okay”.

He said that I would stay warm because he had plenty of warm blankets on his bed. Also, he was going read me comic books under the blanket with the flash light. He had Superman and Spiderman comic books.

“Yeah; I like Superman comic!” I said.

As I went over to his bed; a large fold out bed, I could hear some of the sleeping boys snoring loud, which startled me, and, I reacted by jumping out quickly, and ran fast into his bed; Tony laughed.

Everything seems dark, and he turned on the flash light under the blanket and had me select a comic book. I chose Superman, of course. I flipped the pages, and he narrated what is said, since he read it before and knew the details.

He explained that comic book story; that Superman fights an evil scientist, who wants to destroy Metropolis; the scientist learns that Superman is made weak with kryptonite. The scientist obtains kryptonite and throws it at Superman’s body. Superman is rendered weak almost immediately but Lois, his reporter friend, is nearby, she arrives and sees that He is down.

Apparently she rescues him; she removed the kryptonite away from him, and tosses it far into a distant, away from Superman; soon he regains his strengths, and he flies off to find and capture the evil scientists; he uses super powers; his x-ray eye vision to find him, and locates him in the nick of time.

The scientist is preparing his machine; he was about to destroy Metropolis with his deadly ray machine aimed at the city. Right in the nick time, Superman flew up to it and destroys the machine with his mighty hands, and by enclosing it in his special cape, to retain the blast. Superman returns to Lois, thanks her, and gives her a kiss.

I asked Tony if Superman kissed Lois the way he does Stella. I told him that I saw him put his tongue in her mouth and wondered what it felt like.

Tony said, “Do you want to find out?”

I told him I did, but my dad said that it was something for when I got older to find out about.

Tony laughed, and told me that he had kissed a girl when he was 4 years old, so I don’t have to wait until I got older.

I told him I thought more about his kisses, since I notice more, how his lips smacked with sounds, and his mouth opened wide when he kissed Stella for a long time; He put his tough in her mouth, the day they were outside her store.

Tony laughed, said, “Well if you want to know I can show you.”

“Come here” he said. He pulled me towards him, and placed his full soft luscious lips on mine; he wet his lips moist first, and gently kissed me, softly, over and over, biting my lips gently, and making them part his with mouth and lips. His lips felt soft, and his mouth warm.

Then I felt his mouth open more, and he inserted hiss tongue in my mouth, he wet my lips and mouth with his saliva. He pushed his warm tongue into my mouth. He said to relax, while he continued to explore my soft mouth with his lips and tongue; he sent trickles of wet juices down my throat; his saliva down all around my mouth, which I began to swallow, felt strange, but I began to like it, his mouth tasted a little bit like tobacco.

He kissed me, deeper and more forcefully as the moments passed, and kept his manly kissing going over and over, while he instructed me what to do next, that I too try do the same, open my mouth wide, and now it was my turn to let my tongue go into his mouth, to make it wet, as we kissed.

His white teeth met mine at times, but he slowly maneuvered me to open my mouth wide, and took control again.

I was under his control and manly spell, I told him I felt warm, that I liked it. He said he liked my sweet young lips and mouth too, he never thought this would happen; I felt so good. He said if I liked it, I should not tell anyone about it; it was our special thing; a special thing that men do when they really like each other, and that he liked me from the first time he saw me, that I was a cute, good little boy.

We got underneath the warm blankets; he removed his long underwear, and was now completely naked under the blankets. He held me firm in front of him, keeping me warm, as I lay on my side, next to him, as he had me touch his chest. He kissed me more underneath the blankets, as he slowly removed my pajamas so I too would be naked lying next to his hard, young, growing, manly body. I felt his hard big dick on my body, and it surprised me, when how hard it felt, poking my body.

He took my hand to extend it over to his hard big dick touch and feel it; he asked me to stroke it, it felt hard and warm, and I touched his balls feeling hair on his balls, which hung loose, and cool. He go the flashlight, which he lit again, so I could see his ass while he turned, and spread himself, revealing his ass, lined with dark fuzz hair, and his tight butt whole puckered and pinkish. He told me to go ahead feel his ass, to touch his warm ass and hold it with my hands.

I complied; his round ass felt hard and muscular and he spread his ass cheeks apart to show me his tight hole, I touched it and it felt warm, tight, squeezing my fingered when I let my finer slide in it, upon his request, instructing me how.

I like how the inside of his butt cheeks felt, warn and moist, sweaty like, with a manly musky smell.

He had me turn on my side again, and he felt my butt while he stroked his dick. He told me he was going do something that only real men do. He had me go under the blanket and slide down some more while he showed me his long, brown hard dick directly near my face.

He pulled his dick’s skin back and told me to kiss his dick. He pulled my head towards it, and he put the tip of his dick on my lips, and I kissed it, he said now do it like I showed you before, when you kissed my lips, and open your mouth wide and kiss it that way.

His dick got super huge, and hard. I opened my mouth and he slowly slid his hard dick in my mouth. He instructed me to make my mouth wet first, and suck it, like I would a candy-pop, and allow it to go easily and slowly in and out of my mouth. He would push in and out slow, with his dick barely in my lips. He told me that once I learned how to do it good, he would teach me other special things that only men do.

I would end as his special boy, and He my big brother, and treat me good, feeling things that only special men feel, and that I did not need to wait to grow up to feel those special man things, men can make boys feel and like it.

He told me I was a good boy, and wanted to know how sweet I really felt, but he warned me that special man things sometimes hurt, but only for a while, or a bit; I would learn to like it because we liked each other, I would make him happy, and he would be nice to me.

He kissed my neck, my lips, my stomach, sucked my feet, and turned me around to kiss my butt, he spread my ass, put his tongue on it, He said he was going to kiss it like how He saw me kiss Stella that night, but I was more special because he would make me feel real good, if he did it on my butt too.

He played with my soft white boy buns, spreading my round buns apart; my as cheeks and got spread, while kissed my buns, and inside my ass, and licking me all over, soon I felt his tongue going inside my butt hole, it felt funny, but he was biting softly, munching, and spitting on my butt hole with saliva, touching and tapping it, and making it wet.

I was silent, as he put his searching tongue into my hole deeper, in and out of my puckered asshole, I just lay still, because he told me not to move, to relax, so he could make me wet, and feel him giving me pleasure; he told me to say that I liked it, I was his good boy, It felt funny but nice, and warm, I liked it, because he talked to me nice, and assuring, that it would feel and get better, I relaxed, and allowed him to do what he was doing. I began to moan, and reacting when he put his finger in my ass, saying, “Ayy, Ayy” a lot.

He got up, reached for his bag, took out a bottle of lotion, and put it on my asshole; he put his finger inside me a lit bit more, fingering, and opening my butthole, and I twitched, and moved about.

I thought, “Oh, not again, this is what Tito did to me, and it hurt a lot” I was shaking, and I felt his hold, he saw that I trembled, so he held me around his arms, rubbed all over my body, down to my butt, and kissed me; He said his kissing, and his tongue in my lips and mouth would warm me up. He wanted me, to make me feel that he was a man, his, to hold and watch out for me.

He continued to play with my ass, rubbed the lotion on his hands to make it warm, and then spread it on my butt hole some more; He greased his dick, and had me turn, and lay sideways while he slowly pushed his hard big dick inside my tight little butt hole.

I felt it go in slowly, and he held me firmly, while he spread ass, and my legs went up, over his side, and I moaned, feeling his big dick inside me, that tore my asshole apart.

He moaned too, and told me, “Shoo”, be quiet, but it hurt a lot, his big hard dick going slowly but deep inside my tight boy hole, and he pulled out slow, again, and he put it in slow again. He whispered in my ear “You have a sweet little butt, I like it” and he slowly pushed his dick inside me more, gently, softly, sweetly talking me, in whispers.

But I moaned, and I cried when I felt it hurt me more, he put more and more lotion in my butt hole, and again went back to slowly inserting his dick inside me, opening my hole little by little, made my boy hole respond to his penetrating tool, and I soon just let it happen, and he said he was fucking me, that I was a good boy, that finally he got his big dick inside my tight little hole, and he said that I felt so good; that he had opened me up, it was nice, tight, and warm, like something he never felt before, like spreading some butter.

He promised to be gentle some more, but he could not help it that his big dick was getting too greedy, and then started to push harder and harder, eventually, he was full heartedly fucking me; pounding my ass with fierce rhythmic motions while he moaned loud, and whispered, “pussy, pussy”.

I cried loudly; I felt wet, my ass hot, burned opened, and apparently I was taking it, he was inside me, and having his way with, and my ass wavered, by his control, up, back and forth, my ass got slapped by his pelvic thrust, and balls bouncing between my legs, my hole was submitting, and pleasing him, as he grabbed, and gently slapped it, talking to me, telling me some nice words, followed by nasty words; “You are a good boy, and I am fucking you good too; which sent shivers all over my body.

I quivered to the pain, and was bewildered to his love, and his dick feeling good at times in my boy ass, I rendered myself, helpless, to feeling that I should resort to enjoy what he was doing to me, and my ass, now strange by that wild, hurtful, and tingling sensation, his dick fucking me, steadily, while he held me, telling me to say that I loved him, and agreed that I liked what he does to my sweet boy ass.

I tuned out, to his kissing me, and whispering in my ear; kissing and biting my neck, and ears, and as he held my head too, and his strong arms, braced me near to him, his arms around me, to accept and allow his control, and continuous fucking; his heavy breathing on my ears, his sweat now dripped, while he continued fucking and enjoyed my sweet ass, as totally his, finally, to his full desire.

He went head on, full force pounding it, as I cried, and believe now enjoying his fucking, too, with convincing whisper to enjoy it.

I thought the other boys would wake up and hear my crying and his moaning.

He alternated, he fucked me, slowly and then a little faster, steady and easy, and kissed me, kept telling me I was a sweet good boy, had a sweet good ass, and I, was his little boy pussy, and I felt good, better than Stella’s pussy felt, by all means.

He said that he was sprung on my little ass, and could not help but keep fucking me, telling me sorry, over and over, that if it hurt, to learn to relax and take his big dick like a big boy, because he was going to do what men do, as he was doing to me, to get me ready, at taking a big dick up my pussy ass.

That he was going fuck real hard, plow and pound my ass with his big pole, my ass would hurt a lot, but he meant to start carefully and gentle at first, but now it would become furious in ease.

“Sorry little boy that it hurts, but I cannot help it, you’re so good”

Soon afterwards, I felt his dick fuck me pounding hard and fast, which made a slurping, slapping sound when he hit my little ass hard much harder, and he continued to pounding my ass fiercely, and his moaning got louder, and his breathing heavier, telling me that my little pussy ass is the best feeling he ever felt. He enjoys fucking it, talked dirty in my ear, and said, “Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, your ass is really hot, you are my little boy pussy, you are my baby, and I will love you, well. I will fuck you on every chance I get”.

He was wild, kissing me and biting my ear and neck with hard searing passion, but gently at the same time; I held on, and held out, almost passed out, baring it, and grimaced to his big dick hurting me, fucking me deep, I wanted to fly away, I blanked o

pass out, and I took it all; “I was a good trooper”, thanking me, but his big dick inside, had change me, and I would feel different, and never imagine, that a man could do, with big dig , as he did to me, when I first saw his dick get huge before my eyes in the shower early before, thereon, I was rendered spoiled.

My ass taken from under me, ended in that, as much that I tried to adhere to his brutal dick, relaxing came difficult, under his manly control, and spell, but, thinking about dreaming and going back to good fun things instead.

I could no longer take it, I begin to cry out and complain that it hurt a lot, and I tightened my asshole, around his dick, unable to bare any longer.

And that did it. He “Yelled, boy, you are going to make me cum! Shit!” That boy pussy of yours is warm, and tight, and this big dick wants more of it, and good.

Let me love you more, with my big dick, open up for me, that little ass is the best, I can’t believe how good you feel! I am cumming!
He released his manly fluid; a white milky fluid gushed out his dick like what I saw come out from Tito’s dick after he got off me, to show me his dick, close to my face, his dick dripping , or squirting, on my face, and lips.

Tony pulled out, stroking his dick and shot more fluid all over me and on my ass, I lay in the bed, my ass hurting, pulsating, throbbing, feeling mushy with pain, that I got deflowered, my asshole opened, was changed, forever, and it is confusing why men sought me, and did that to me, I felt different, like when I got fucked by Tito, and now this time, Tony too, was wild and different, and that I liked it, but the I pain I felt before and now, would repeat, and was only when men would do that that to me; men would put their dick in my butt, and made me feel that hard dick go inside me, and raped my asshole.

My hole torn apart, and opened completely, it would be made easier for a big dick to go inside me, to the extent possible that I would bear a man’s big dick, I would then cry, for it to stop.

I would soon learn to take it after a while, and with Tony because he told me I made him feel good, I did. And when he told me I should relax and learn to take his dick and enjoy it too; He did that to me again, over and over on many several occasions afterwards.

Each time it hurt, and I just waited for the pain to stop, or for him to stop, and the desire to like it too, and many times, I realized I liked men, and what I felt, could end with pleasure too, like when with his kissing, and licking out my little ass, it felt good, I learned to like what would happen next; the invasion of my butthole; his manly body and that big dick, eventually got to feeling good.

I sought Tony out, to be with him, for his kissed; and for his comforting manly talk, and man boy sex with me. I was his little boy, and I got to accept him, like him, for he was good-looking, kissed good; a man, and despite what he did to me, as a man, I liked that I was his boy, he was a man and made my ass hurt each time he put his big dick in my ass, and he would convince me to accept his big dick, take it and say I enjoyed it, and not cry.

But I liked how he talked to me, and when he showed me his nice butt, when he held me, kissed me, and when we took showers together on several times thereafter.

The morning after my first experience with, John, the dark complexioned boy with tight curly hair, had awoken, and Tony he heard us the night before, and figured out what we were doing under the blankets, that he heard when he had fucked me hard, herd my ass slapping by his hard fucking, his moaning and my crying, his hurting me, that it made him horny, and that he played with his dick, stroking it under his blanket, getting off, and waned to fuck me too.

Soon all the other boys were up, and knew too Tony fucked me, and the pulled out their dicks, stroking themselves, getting off to hearing about my night experience, that Tony had had taken my virgin ass, as his, now it was fucked, and ruined. Now it could receive other big dicks too, and each boy should get equal chance to fuck me, as well, since Tony took my ass first.

All the boys wanted to get at me, but Tony told them, to wait for later. Their dicks were hard, some boys had dark dicks, others had thick white dicks, some had veiny dicks and some had skinny dicks. Tony had the biggest dick; long, thick, and brown. John had a nice dark big dick, fat too.

One boy got up and put his dick between the mattresses of a roll away bed, that was upright and folded, and began to fuck it; he moved his hips in and out of it, fucking the mattress fold, and then his milky fluid gushes out his dick. He got surprised; he said he never experienced that; that was the first time he shot his load.

Soon, the tent party turned into a jackoff party, with all the boys stroking their dicks and experiencing sexual acts, probably for the first time. The tent party went on for weekend, and the dick fest continued with more daring feats from the boys. I found myself stroking the boys’ dicks, feeling their different sizes, and girth. I was made to suck some of them off.

I sucked John’s dick. He had a fat uncut one, which glided back and forth easily in my small hands. He tried to fuck me once, I was placed on the bed, lying on my back, my legs raised up over his shoulder, spread, and his dick could go inside my butt hole. That was the first time I experienced that position with an older boy.

When John tried to put his dick into my butt, it hurt a lot too, and I cried out, so he stopped and pulled out quickly. That position probably hurt me most from the other ways I had experienced it before.

At night when the boys were asleep, I would pull their shorts down, pull out their dicks, and play with their dicks; I would stroke them, without being asked. Some boys complained that I would not let them sleep. I thought I was merely doing what I had been thought to do, so as to satisfy and please the boys each night, getting at their dicks.

The weeks that followed, after all the boys were no longer around, Tony continued his affair with me. We continued to take showers together, and lay under the blankets on the roll away bed that remained outside. Sometime we just lay naked under the covers, and he would put his dick in my mouth. I did not like doing it that, especially when he pulled the skin on the head of his dick back, and shoved his dick into my mouth, down my throat. I would pull away most of the time; I was not good at kissing his hard dick the way he wanted me to.

One day, a neighbor boy who was about 2 years old than me, came around. He got under the blankets with Tony too, and soon I could hear the boy complain and moan. Tony was behind him at his side, like he would do with me, and I could tell that Tony was doing the same to him too; Tony moved his hips back and forth behind the boy’s butt.

The boy laughed and giggled, and would say, “Ooh, ayy!” at same time.

So I pulled the cover back to see.

I saw Tony Putting his dick into his butt. The boy continued to cry out loud, “Oh, ouch, ay, ay!”

I got jealous that Tony chose that the boy instead of me, the boy at his side enjoying it.

A few days later, I saw the boy’s mother out in the court yard hanging clothes, and I went up to her, and said, “Tony humped your boy under the blankets.”

She did not blink an eye, and did not say a word.

However, the following day, the boy was mad at me that I had ratted on them to his mom. Apparently his mother got upset and confronted him, and so he denied what I said, even though it had truly happened. He feared he would get punished if his mom learned that Tony pulled down his pants under the blankets, and Tony put his dick into his butt; that he liked it at first, but then it hurt a lot when Tony shoved his big dick into his butt hard, that he cried out loud. Tony then stopped.

I agreed, and told him that I liked more when Tony kissed me instead.

One time, while I was under the blanket with Tony, my little sister came over and saw us. She told my mom that she saw me in the bed under the blankets with Tony, and that I had no clothes on. Everything changed after that.

My mom began to yell, and she shook me hard to tell her what went on under the blanket.

My father came home, and when he learned about it too, went frantically crazy; he began to shout and pounded his fists against the wall. He cried and covered his face with his elbows.

I felt scared, with his uproar and anger; I regretted that my sister saw me with Tony, and when she ratted, that started the commotion.

My parents went next door and speak to Tony’s grandmother, who was a very old lady. My father confronted Tony and shouted at him, that he was going to call the police and send him to jail.

Soon, the entire neighbors learned of the incident and neighbors came to our house.

Even John’s parents, the boy with dark complexion and curly hair, that I had sucked, and who had tried to fuck me, came to the house.

Surprisingly, John drove my parents and me in his convertible car to a hospital where a doctor checked me, and it felt almost the same like what the boys did; he pulled down my pants, put some greasy lotion on my butt, spread my ass, and put some cold utensil in my butt, which hurt too. The doctor told my parents I was okay.

My parents did not call the police after all, and after a few weeks, the commotion died down.

Occasionally, my mom would pull me aside, and to ask me to her what the boys would put into my butt; I told her that is was some creamy, white stuff. I guess I did not understand her question, and I could have said that, Tony put his big dick inside my butt, and that John put his big dick there too.

She did not ask me for more details after that time, but I would learn to keep quiet and the other experiences a secret, so not to stir a frantic commotion like the time when my sister told my parents she saw me under the blankets with Tony.

A few years later, we moved to California, where I would start school, and would encounter boys my age, and would experience silly relationships with them.

In first grade, I met Frank; he was a boy my age that lived a few houses down my mine, was in my same class. We often played together after school, and his mom knew my mom.

One day, I got invited to spend the night at Frank’s house when his mom asked my Mom. My mom agreed to the sleepover. It was fun, since we got to eat hot dogs, watch TV late in his room, and have pillow fights.

I got to wear his pajamas with pictures of cowboys and Indians on them; I liked cowboy movies a lot, and liked wearing his pajamas, which felt warm, nice, and comfortable.

When we were in the bathroom to brush our teeth, Frank takes a black tube shaped deodorant stick from the medicine cabinet, pulls the cap off, the shaped stick like the head of a dick; he said his mom could use it to make a baby, which confused me or amazed me. He acted silly. Since I did not want to touch it, he quickly put it back.

When it was time to go bed, and the lights turned off, we played under blankets with a glow in the dark toy, which appeared to make our hands and faces glow, bright neon green-blue. Frank then says, “You want to make a baby?” and I got surprised. “You can be the daddy”, and he called me “Honey”.

It sounded strange, but I went along with his game; he kissed me, and I kissed him back. We kissed under the blankets then took off our pajamas and we were naked under the blankets, and Frank called me “Honey” several times, which sounded funny and strange. He said we could make a baby kissing, and got I scared to hear that because I did not want to make a baby.

Apparently, he learned things I did not know, and showed me his funny ways to have sex. We did silly things together; once he got a cup of water, and made me pour into his butt hole. I just went along, but I did not really like his funny ideas. He acted like I was the husband, and he was a girl.

In second grade, I met Patrick, a white boy in my same classroom that had moved into a nice house near our street. After school, we played together. Sometimes, we would remain on the school playground after school, to ride the swings, and play on the jungle bars and in the play caves.

One day, we decided to ride the swings a different way; he sat on top of me on the swing. While I sat, he straddled his legs around my waist, facing me when he sat on my lap; we rode the swing. Our close body contact, in that new way of riding the swing seemed to open sexual ideas, because we took off our clothes, and we rode naked. While he rode on top of me, I tried to fuck him.

We then played in the caves, and we took turns on our knees, as we tried to fuck each other from behind. I would spread his ass and see his pink butt hole, and I would put my dick in his ass. We tried to get creative, and tried different positions too. I could say we just explored, and tried fucking each other many times.

Our fuck games would stop when we fought over his breaking my toy machine gun I got for Christmas I got very upset and accused him that he broke it on purpose, so I chased Patrick to make him pay.

We carried our spat over in school, which drew attention. Patrick angered me when called me a dirty Mexican. I chased him, and he ran to a teacher on the playground to seek his protection, which turned into shock and embarrassment.

I was surprised when I heard him tell the Teacher that we were having, but now we were fighting. I was confused because I did not know what the word “sex” meant then.

The teacher just got a weird look on her face, she snarled in disgust, and said, “Oh, my good grief, I don’t care to hear this.”

She then rolled her eyes, and turned her head away, and repeatedly said, “I can’t believe it, how disgustingly shameful!”

I got scared, but felt relief I did not get in trouble for it. Apparently, the teacher chose to walk away.

I asked Patrick why he told the Teacher, as I gathered he told her about the nasty things we did together, and we fucked around.

Patrick admitted telling her that, and said, “Yeah, because it is the truth. You no longer have sex with me and fight with me instead!”

I then called him a rat fink. Shortly thereafter, Patrick moved away and I would not see him again until many years later when I was in my teens.

We saw each other in Sunday school classroom; he came up to me, and said, “You remember me.”

“Patrick?” I said.
He said, “Yeah.”

W smiled at each other politely, but we hardly spoke, since I am sure we would prefer not to stir up thoughts to our past experiences or relationship together, especially since we found ourselves at church.

When I was 8 years old, I slept over at my friend’s house; that was Bobby who lived two houses down from me. I got to sleep on the floor. His uncle, who was about 23 years old, slept on the couch near me. In the night, I was awaked in the dark, feeling his uncle lying behind me, and pumping my butt. He made fucking grunts and motions, his hips moving back and forth, with his pelvic thrust on my butt, I felt hard poking. He moaned while pushing against me, and poking me hard outside pants. He then got up and returned to the couch to sleep. I reached back with my hand, touched the seat of my pants and felt something sticky; it was wet and gooey.

In the morning, I questioned him about his awakening me with his motions, and he blamed my friend, saying it was him. I knew he lied but figured out that he had put his dick out on my ass and tried to do the same like what other boys did to me before, got off just pumping me, and shot his white milky fluid from his dick on me.

When I was about 10, my cousin, Mario 13, and Carlos, 10, and I went to swim at the river bed about a mile near my house. In order to get to the river, we had to trespass government property and climb several wired fences to cross over to the river. The river had a water fall that gushed into a large pool, which was great for swimming.

While swimming in that pool, I got creative and decided to skinny dip and suggested to my cousins they do the same. Only my cousin Mario agreed, so we were in the water naked, while Carlos remained on the sandy shore on the side.

While we swam naked, it felt fun and free, but upon seeing my cousin’s naked body and his brown long dick for the first time aroused my sexual curiosity. I saw that his dick had hair around it, just like other older boys and men. It surprised me too he had become a man, since his dick was long, big like that of a grown man.

Crazily, I asked my cousin if he wanted to fuck me in the water. He agreed; soon his dick grew bigger, it was huge and hard; he got behind me, put his arms around my chest.

I could feel his hard dick at my ass, as he searched my asshole; his hips thrust, his right arm reached down to spread my ass apart, and to guide his dick into my asshole as well; he led his big dick with his hand to my butt hole, and shoved his big hard dick, and found way into my asshole. It hurt like hell.

Only moment before, it tickled, since at first, his big hard dick, played, tickled and poked about in at my ass; then his thrust forwarded as he shoved his big dick hard and quickly into me, made me scream.

I tensed as his hard long dick attempted to enter inside my tight butthole more. Meanwhile as he held me tight from behind with his arm around my chest as he found way to fucked me some more.

His big long hard dick continued on, penetrating into my tight butthole more, hurting madly. However, he held me firmly as my body floated slightly in the water as he fucked my ass, I felt his hard dick going faster, in and out of my asshole with his steady control, deeper and harder each passing second; I whimpered to his hard fucking which became totally unbearable, due the pain.

I squirmed to pull away from him due to the excruciating pain. I told him that his big dick hurt too much and begged him to stop. He stopped after his seeing and realizing my anguish, as I tried to pull abruptly, as I cried out in pain.

I then asked him to let me do the same to him. He allowed me; I got behind him, and put my dick up to into his ass, placing and playing my dick around and about his round ass.

Obviously, I was not as experienced the way he was, and I did not penetrate him as he did me. We fooled around playfully, shaking our hips, and grinding our dicks and bodies on each other for a while, and then we stopped. We did not attempt fucking each other more.

Afterwards, I felt throbbing pain throughout that day from his big dick fucking my ass hard in the water. That experience; my cousin hurting my asshole fiercely with his big dick left a lasting impression. Interestingly, I developed a crush on him too, later in my teens, that due his young manhood and virility, and that his capability to hurt me like a man could with his huge dick roused me, and I got provocative thoughts. I fantasized about him sexually a lot, being with him again, and to experience his fucking me again, this time, long lasting to his satisfaction.

I wanted to see his big dick again, to admire and marvel it; stroke it, feel it hard and long in my hands, taste and suck it, and then have him fuck me with his big long brown dick, even if it hurt. I vowed that I would grin and bear his big dick, the second time.

As I grew up, and as a boy, I saw other men’s big dick a lot times, but got frightened at the sight of them so big.

One time my teenage cousin took me to the drive in theater. While watching the movie, I had too pee. My cousin took me to use the john. Inside the men’s restroom, a white man stood at the stall peeing; he did not care to hide himself, and I got to see his massive dick; he was holding his dick and shaking it.

It was very big and long, about 11 inches, and super thick, I got startled to the sight of it, it looked like a monster, I and quickly walked away backwards. My heart beat fast. My cousin saw that I got scared seeing his huge dick and laughed. After that, I was unable to pee.

I got to see men’s big dicks a lot times. Often, at public restrooms: I got shown a man big dick when he exposed it at me; pulled it out, playing with it, as he shook at it me, and making sure I saw it.

When I was 9 years, I befriend a boy; his name is Bobby, who was about 7 years old, and lived two houses down from me.

While playing in his father’s garage, Bobby turned to me and said, “Suck a Dick”. I got surprised. I asked him who thought him that, and he told me that Raymond, an older Boy who lived on the next street to his house taught him, they both fucked around. He wanted to do the same with me. I agreed, and we took off our clothes, and got naked in the garage.

We took turns fucking each other doggy style. Although we never sucked each other, but whenever he said “Suck a Dick”, it meant he wanted to mess around and fuck.

He would get his father’s shaving lotion, and apply it on our asses, making our asses slippery, but it was not that good as lube because it would dry quickly. I guess, it was meant to use on wet skin, and best for shaving, not as lube to fuck. Nevertheless, his small dick got hard, and I did feel it go inside me when he fucked me. Soon, we tried different positions. Despite his young age, Bobby sure liked fucking, and got into doing different positions and was verbal, and good at role play.

He liked it when I fucked him. My dick was bigger, and I would fuck his pink butthole on many occasions.

One time we locked ourselves in the bathroom while his sister was in the house, and we fucked each other behind her back; we took turns bent over the toilet seat to fuck each other. He would also sit on it, his legs raised over my shoulders over while I fucked him. This time we used Vaseline, and my dick glided a lot better into his tight butthole. He seemed to like it a lot. He fucked me too, each time more fascinating the experience.

I guess the other older Boy, Raymond, continued to teach Bobby new things. I admit, he acted manly in our sexual escapades, and he was quite good at taking and receiving cock, our fuck sessions got creative, despite his age. Apparently, he taught me more.

Soon, I would reach puberty, and my dick got bigger and got hair around my dick. I stopped fucking with Bobby because I did not want him to see that I had hair around my dick. I guess I was embarrassed. I did not want to hurt his ass too with my grown big fat dick.

I ignored Bobby straight out and never went to his house to play with him again. So, we never fucked around again after that, when I reached puberty. Also, I felt shame and guilt if we fucked.

When Bobby reached his teens, he got real cute, but became a big jerk. I avoided him, and disliked his stupid, cocky attitude, which he probably displayed to hide that he still liked fucking with boys, and that he had initiated sex each time we had fucked and that he enjoyed it, early on.

I thought he was ruined when he got his 15 year old girl friend pregnant. Then again, he was so cute and hot looking, that a lot of girls and boys wanted him most likely. He probably kept it on the down low, and with his cockiness, he appeared tough, not gay. I am sure he continued fucking boys well, as he did girls, when he got chance. I sure did, so he must have too.

As I grew up, and reached puberty, I encountered sporadic experiences. I hanged out with my cousins, who were gangsters and really cute.

One day I sat on my cousin’s bed, and his tough gangster friend sat beside me. My cousin left the room, and his tough looking gangster friend, a boy about 15 years old, put his elbow on my crotch, pressing on it, and stirred it on with rotating motion. He then grabbed my dick hard through my pants to size it up, and made it get it hard. He unzips and pulls out my dick and sucks it, and deeply, with slurping sounds, as he groped and stroked it with his hands. It felt good. He did it quick and fast, and made me come fast before my cousin returned to the room. I was surprised that his gangster friend looked so tough, and liked top suck my dick.

In high school I began to notice cute guys. Especially, while In the showers, I got to see their naked bodies, and long dicks that secretly aroused me, and I got enticed by getting close to the showers to spy on them, at a distance, and at the chance at seeing their hot bodies up closer more, when moving to shower next to them, and see their dicks swaying as they walked about and under the shower, I was careful not appear to gawk at them. I got sexual feelings and fantasizes awaked in seeing them naked as I observed their hot, muscular, and bigger dicks.

Anonymous readerReport

2016-10-02 21:39:59
I wish I had a sick go in me that young. Something always happened last minute, like someone busting in or my mom coming home early, although my dad did get me to start climaxing as early as 6. I thought I was dying then, but I look back fondly on those memories and masturbate furiously to them. I wish I had a daddy to take my for his pleasure as I begged and cried. All mine did was pussy and nipple play and make me suck him off.

Anonymous readerReport

2015-02-07 02:39:15
Some of you people are not only perverts, but just plain horrible.

anonymous readerReport

2013-04-22 19:18:08
Stupid fucking dickholes. What in the hell is wrong with you. Damn dudes thats soooo fucked up

anonymous readerReport

2013-02-04 19:16:34
w t f you dirty pedophiles i should invite you to my house for some tea and cookies

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-23 03:23:28
This story was fucking hot. Although 4 is a bit too old, I prefer 1 or 2.

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