The guy next door [Mm]

I look at the news these days and shake my head. Scout masters, Catholic priests, Cardinals, bankers, teachers, all sorts, all arrested, charged and often convicted of child molestation or sexual assault, or whatever the damned else they want to call it. The bottom line is the same, some male, at about 999 men to one woman, was playing sex games with a child.

So fucking what? It’s no fucking different now than it was when I was a boy. The kiddy fidlers are still fucking kiddies. Used to be called “rock spiders” when they were in prison, and who they were before they were arrested. Don’t know what they call them these days, don’t care.

So get over it guys, no-one really gives a fuck about what happened to you twenty years ago, except neswspapers and tv clowns, makes for good business and that’s about the extent of it. Some prosecutor can make a name for themselves, for a while, perhaps get themselves elected as a DA or maybe even Governor, maybe get a plum job somewhere in Washington. They can go home at night drink their high class whiskey, fuck their trophy wives and watch their kids through their first overdose. They don’t give a fuck for us.

I had got my first dose of semen when I was just 12 years old, and a dick up the ass hurt like fuck. No-one came to rescue me, no-one would have believed me if I said anything and I didn’t even get paid for it. A neighbor it was, who worked in a bank. I really didn’t mind him pulling me, I actually liked him sucking me, and had no objections to sucking his dick, but when he put it in my ass, well, that fucking hurt.

I am now sixty-eight years old, so that was fifty six years ago, and still, no-one has ever complained about this person, and why should we? I say ‘we’ because I doubt very much I was the only one. He was married, a gorgeous woman she was, so when he invited me inside his apartment, well I though I could spend some time with her. All the boys in the neighborhood ogled her when she went for a walk. Didn’t matter she was pushing a baby stroller or with her husband, we would just drool. Blonde, vivacious and the most important attribute, big tits. He was home alone, she had taken the baby to her mother’s place and he was home for the day.

We had a soda, con any kid with a drink then and slowly, he got closer and we laughed and talk a lot. I have no idea what we talked about though, but then he asked me if I had ever seen any French Postcards? I had no fucking idea what a French postcard was, but it turned out that was a euphemism for dirty photos.

Don’t forget, this was before the introduction of video, television was mostly black and white, JFK was in the White House, and AIDS was a thing of the future, life was a shit load simpler.

There were pictures of women in various states of undress, but some were completely naked. They all had dark little triangles where boys had their dicks. There were photos of naked men some with with erections and all had bushes of hair around the base of their cocks. They were incredible. I had never seen anything like that before. I must admit, my breathing was short, my hands trembled when I reached for the next photo. He asked me if this was really exciting. Of course it was. He went real quiet and asked me if I had a stiffy. That’s an erection to you younger people. I said nothing. He then said that it was OK because these photos gave him a stiffy too.

We looked at some more, there must have been a hundred of them and he asked me if they were really exciting. I didn’t say much, but I was feeling a lot. Really hot, shaking and all flushed. He asked me if I touched my dick when I got a stiffy. I said nothing, he said that he did. He also said these photos were giving him a stiffy and he wanted to touch it. I looked at him and said nothing.

The next picture I saw was a man and a woman, and she was touching his stiffy. He asked me if I wanted to see more. I nodded. He then said that they were really sexy and would make his dick go really hard, so it was OK if mine did the same. The first few were men and women doing things to each other. One was a woman with this guy’s dick in her mouth! I couldn’t believe it, why would anyone do that?

He told me that it was fun, and if I was lucky, someone would do it to me and I could do it to someone else. There was another pic with a different couple her lying on top on him with her face in his crotch, and his head disappeared between her thighs. The next photo was a closeup shot of his dick in her mouth, and the one after was his tongue on her whatever that thing was between her legs with the big gash and all hairy.

My dick was now all hard, seriously hard and he asked me if I remembered him telling me that he likes to touch his dick when it got hard. I nodded. He then asked if I wanted to look at him touching it. He handed me the next photo and it was a guy, on his own, his hand wrapped around his cock. He said that it was real fun, and did I want to try it?

My dick was hard and I just nodded. He reached down and undid the zipper on his fly, he reached inside but then said, that he couldn’t get it out, it was too hard, he was going to have to open his pants. He then said his hand was trapped, could I open his belt, then undo his pants? I did and when I undid the top button, he was able to get his hand out from inside his trousers. He pulled his shirt up and then he stood, dropped his trousers to his ankles, and pulled his boxers down. Fuck, his cock was large, well a lot bigger than mine. He slowly started to stroke it. It was a stiffy, that’s for sure.

He asked me if I wanted to touch it. I was really intrigued and so I sort of moved to it but pulled away. He took my wrist, gently, and laid my hand over his tool. I enclosed my fingers around it, just holding it. He had not let go of my wrist and started to push it up and down. It was warm, not real hot, but warm. Soft and hard at the same time, really weird sensation for me. He told me what to do and then let go of my wrist. I continued stroking him making sure that I rubbed over the purble knob at the end.

That was OK, didn’t mind doing that to him. While I was stroking him, he pulled another photo out and held it up for me. This one was two guys, on had the other one’s cock in his mouth. Well, if girls can suck in a dick, then why not guys? he asked, and I saw no reason for that to not happen. Then he asked if I would like him to do that to me. I didn’t respond, but he did go on and say that it was really very nice for someone to do it to me and I didn’t think it through at all. I nodded, and I had that real empty feeling in the stomach. You know the one where you are standing at the top of a high tower at the pool for the first time and you are genuinely scared.

I knew I was going to jump, but it still frightened me. I let go of his cock and stood up in front of him, he pulled my shorts down, then my boxers. My t-shirt he folded up, out the way and all I had was my little boy dick and not a single hair. I was as stiff as a board, looking at a photo. He ran his fingers over my immature ball sack which really felt nice and then along my hard cock. I did jump at his touch, it felt good though, it aroused sensations in me I had never felt before. I couldn’t help but grin, I mean, no-one had touched my cock in my memory except me, and then only when peeing. He ran h
is fingers along the shaft and then touched the head, I just shivered in delight as he told me that this was the bit that was most sensitive.

I had been cut, like most boys my age, after all, it was to stop the evils of Onanism, whatever the fuck that was, I had heard. So it didn’t really feel like it was that much more sensitive than my balls. He moved a bit and kissed my knob, then I knew what he meant about it being the most sensitive bit. A real surge of pleasure swept up my dick and I couldn’t wait for him to take it into his mouth. He did and I was in a pleasure palace. I love getting my dick sucked, and I really don’t care who’s mouth it is any more – well, not now anyway. And it comes from this very moment.

His lips rolled over my knob and down my shaft, then his tongue lapped at my knob, and if felt fucking great. He kept this up for what seemed like 20 minutes but was likely only about three or four. Add to that, his stoking my balls, wow, that gave me such pleasure. I was really disappointed when he stopped sucking me and took me out of his mouth. He kept stroking me and talking about how nice it was being sucked, and eventually asked me if I would like to suck him too.

I nodded, after all, he had sucked me and it was fucking great, so why should I not return the favor. He undid his belt, dropping his jeans and boxers. He lifted his shirt and I saw his cock fully erect. Fuck, it was big. He said not, but I didn’t believe him at the time. He told me that guys dicks grow when they start to get hair around it. So it might grow long and not be much bigger when it was hard, or it might be real short when it was slack, but be real big when erect. He had no idea why it was like that, but it seemed to be just luck, he said. He sat down, spread his legs and asked me to get between them. It was bigger up close.

I stroked his dick in one hand and used the other to tickle his balls. He seemed to gasp when I did that, so I kept it up for a while. It took me a bit of time to work up the courage to open my mouth but I did, and I droped it over his knob. Remembering how he used his tongue on me, I did the same to him. I took it in a little way, lapped it with my tongue, then lifted my head back, sucking my cheeks in. I did this over and over while he was telling me that it was very nice and not try to take so much in or I would likely choke myself. Well, I thought it would be like sticking my finger down my throat, but his dick was a lot thicker than my finger.

It tasted a little salty, and I tasted something, something different. It was a bit more salty than I had tasted beofre, and didn’t know what it was. I kept this up for a few minutes, seemed like hours, then my jaw got sore I took too much in and gagged. I lifted off him and almost dry retched. He asked me if I was alright, and told me that was why he suggested that I not try to take too much in. I was ok and sat down alongside him again.

He told me then what happens when a man gets all excited, shooting his jism out of the end of his dick. He also told me that by stroking his cock, he could make it blow. He then showed me. He stroked his dick and got faster and faster then he said it was going to happen now and some white goo jumped out through his pee hole, then again and a third time. That was really fascinating.

He gasped a bit and fell back as the white goo puddled on his stomach and then dribbled down to one side. He grabbed some tissues and wiped it up. He then swirled his finger in it and said that it was tasty too. He put his finger in his mouth, licked it clean then pulled it out. He urged me to do the same. I dipped my finger in the puddle and got some stuff on it, then licked it off my finger. It was the same salty that I had tasted when I was sucking his dick, it wasn’t a totally unpleasant taste, so I did it again. He asked me if I liked it. I nodded and said that I could get used to it.

Then he told me of how, with practice, I could suck him until he blew. Then it would all go in my mouth. I must admit a bit of the euww factor, but nodded. He then asked me if I would like to suck him again and see if I coud get any more juice from him. From where I was sitting, I could lean over and take his now almost totally slack cock into my mouth. I did and immediately felt it swelling again. I again tasted more of his salty white goo, well that’s what I thought it was, and sucked him some more. After sucking him for a while he lifted my head off him and told me that what I was doing was very, very nice, but it was my turn to be sucked.

I lay back and let him suck me again, which he kept up for quite a while. Fuck, I was in heaven again. After a while I asked him if I was going to shoot any white stuff, and he lifted off me, chuckled a bit and told me that not until I had hait there would that happen. When your pubes grow, he said. But for the moment, why don’t I just enjoy being sucked. I really did.

After a while he lifted his mouth off me and kissed my balls. He said that I was very tasty and he liked sucking my dick. Well, I liked it too, much better than me sucking his, but I didn’t think it was fair that he would suck me and me not suck him so I said the same back to him. Then he told me his wife would be home soon and would I like to come back again and do it again? Sure I said. He told me that his wife goes to visit her mother about once every two weeks on Saturdays, so I could come back on the next Saturday she would be gone. I couldn’t wait. Then he told me that he would get into a lot of trouble with his wife if I was to say anything, so I promised silence. He smiled and said he was looking forward to the next time we could get together.

I had two weeks to get all worked up about it. I wanted my dick sucked and that was all there was to it. Some of the photos I saw had men and women with his dick inside her gash, but I hadn’t experienced a woman’s touch so didn’t think anything of it. The two weeks passed slowly, and I went to see if he was home. He was, and he invited me in.

He offered me a soda, and then we went not to the lounge, but to the bedroom. He asked if I enjoyed what we had done, and of course, I was back so I must have. He then asked if I would like to see some more photos. So I did. This time though, he said, why don’t we do this while we were undressed. Getting naked with a man was really funny, but I thought if he was going to suck my dick then I would be willing to do it.

We got undressed and he motioned me to join him on the bed. I lay next to him and I was already getting a stiffy. He fondled me and said that I really must have liked it. Well, yeah. He had a bunch of photos of men and women, men and men, and some of men and girls and men and boys. I had really not seen a naked girl before, and all I knew was they didn’t have dicks. I was surprised to see they had a slit, no hair like I had seen before, but then it did make sense. God, I was fucking naive and a shit for brains kid who had a strict Baptist upbringing.

I saw men putting their dicks into the women and the girls and then into the boys as well. I didn’t have a slit and it took me a few seconds to figure out where the dick was actually going – ok I was only 12. He fondled my balls and dick for a while then told me to be looking at the photos while he sucked me. So I did, and shit, it was even better then it had been last time. After a while he stopped and asked me to swap. So I did, with considerably less hesitation than I had the first time I sucked him.

I tried to do the same as he had done to me, and I must have been pretty successful as he told me to stop this time, or I was going to get his load. I didn’t work out til later that he meant his white goo.

He held up a number of photos where guys had their dicks in the women’s or girls slit, and then up the ass of the boys and men. Well all the photos said that they were enjoying themselves so when he asked me if I wanted to try it, I must admit I was dubious, but I though what the hell, everything else has been good so why not this too. I said that his dick was too big, it wouldn’t fit. Then he showed me the photos again, pointing out the size of one of the men who was fucking a woman and then in another photo he was fucking a boy. This guy was a lot bigger in the tool department than he was, and he was

I then asked him where he got these photos from. Sweden he said. He had a friend who lived there and the woman he was fucking was his wife. He was fucking her up the cunt, a new word for me then, and then in the ass. The boy was his son, who was about my age when these photos were taken. The boy was taking photos of his Mom and Dad as they were having sex, and then his Mom was shooting when the friend and the boy were doing it. He then showed me a number of photos i hadn’t seen before. They were of the Mom and boy licking and fucking each other. He went quiet as I studied the photos for a while, then he asked me if I would like to do that, to his wife. Would I, my response was, sure would. Boys really did have their tongues hanging out when she went walking with their baby.

But first, I was going to have to fuck him and he was going to fuck me, in the ass, just like the photos. He reached over and opened a drawer and told me that I was going to have my picture taken as well. He then pulled a camera out. It was an old Kodak camera, and had a big flash. I was a little unsettled by that, but as he took a photo of me, I was trapped, he had one of me, naked with a stiffy. He then had me posing, holding my dick, lying on my front, on my side, every where. He posed me, on my back, knees up in the air, spreading the cheeks of my ass. There was a couple of shots of me holding his cock, and one with his dick in my mouth. He finished a whole roll of film, no digital cameras then, all film and changing the flash globe after every shot. I then learned that he was able to develop the film in his own kitchen.

He put the camera down and then took my dick in his hand, rubbing it. He made it all stiff, then he sucked it a bit and then his did the most astounding thing – he reached over and got a little oil and rubbed it on my cock. It felt really, really nice. He lay on his back and pulled his knees up, like he had me posing earlier and told to try and put it into his asshole. I tried and couldn’t get it to work.

He didn’t give up and so he slid over the side of the bed and leaning over it, his legs spread wide, told me to try again. I got closer but the height difference between us just made it impossible. So he tried again, he lay on his side and lifted his knees up as high as he could and got me to lay behind him, and try again. Success! I got my tiny dick to touch his hole, and he urged me to push it in. I did and it was the most incredible feeling. My dick was encompassed by this ring of muscle holding it tight then I was told to slowly pump it in and out. I did that, and somehow that felt like I should be doing that. That was like someone was stroking my dick but only in a ring like grip it felt great. I kept this up for a while and I started to get worn out by the pumping action, I just had to stop. I pulled out and I was gasping to breathe. No matter how much fun it was, I had to stop.

He rolled over and held me close, hugging me. He told me that that was very nice, feeling my dick inside him. When I was moving it was a great feeling for him, and made his cock absolutely rock hard. He then asked if it would be ok if he did the same to me. I did say that I was a little frightened, his dick was bigger than mine. Would it hurt? He told me that the first time always hurt a little, but I would get used to it quickly if I relaxed and let him do it. I just had to relax. If I tightened up we would likely both be hurt more than either of us would like. I was still afraid and he showed me again the photos of the boy with Dad’s dick in him. He pointed out that Dad’s dick was an awful lot bigger than his, and the boy was smiling when he had this huge cock in him. He did, well it did look like he was enjoying it. Then he reminded me that his wife would be here next week if I wanted to join them and make photos like those I had had in my hand.

We talked it over for a while, but he didn’t get upset or anything, he just kept cool and encouraged me to try it. I finally agreed and he reached over, hugged me and kissed me, that was weird. He took the bottle of oil and told me to hold my hands out. I did and he put a bit squirt of oil into them. I rubbed them together, then rubbed it into his dick, then wiped some over my asshole. He told me to get on my hands and knees, and he came around the back of me. I felt his hands on my hips then the knob of his cock on my ass. He took his time then I felt it probing the very entrance of my ass. I felt the skin being pushed aside and his soft and gentle words encouraging me to relax as he inserted his dick into me.

Fuck, it hurt! He didn’t move, didn’t push or prod, he just stopped still. All the while he was talking, softly, smoothly to relax not get excited, not get anxious and not get tense. The initial pain slowed then it just felt like thin layer of hurt over a sense of pleasure. His cock pushing into me felt like a really hard turd trying to get out. He talked to me all the time, keeping me calm, and slowly started pumping me. He told me that I was really really tight and he would pullout so far then push in. I can’t say that it didn’t hurt, it did, but the pain was not unbearable. After a short while, he started moving faster and he said that he was going to cum. I felt his cock swelling and then it fucking hurt, the son of a bitch didn’t tell me about this bit. I felt his cock swell even more then pulsed as he let out a cry that mingled with my cry of pain. Fuck that hurt!

I felt it pulse a bit as he cried his cum. I knew he had let his goo off inside me, I didn’t feel much apart from the swelling of his cock then the pulse as he shot off. I didn’t really feel anything inside me, just around my asshole and that’s about it. He pulled out and leant over to grab some tissues. He told me not to move and I felt him wiping my ass with a couple of folded tissues. I didn’t look but I did feel sore when he wipe me. He then wiped his cock, and that I did see. There was a little red on it, so blood from my ass. It was mixed with something that looked like a gravy stain, so maybe that was shit. He told me that the next time I used the bathroom, I might get some blood but it shouldn’t be a lot. That did frighten me, a lot.

He said that it was not a lot really, but it was the same as when a girl had sex for the first time, she always bled too. He told me it was for exactly the same reason, it was the hole was too small and had to be expanded to allow the cock into it. But it didn’t bleed the second time because she was used to it. As long as I relaxed, and he wasn’t being too rough, then I shouldn’t bleed again and it might be a little tender today, and tomorrow, but would be better after that. I found out he was such a fucking liar, or he had no fucking idea.

We talked some more, he told me that the photos he took today would be developed and ready for me to see next week if I wanted to come back. And so would his wife if I wanted to see her naked. Try and stop me I thought, after all this, I am going to see her tits and her slit, even if it had hair on it. I couldn’t wait.

And that is the tale of how I got fucked up the ass by a banker. He was in his thirties by then I think, which means he would be in his late eighties now, even nineties. Everything we did over the next year, with him, his wife, was all good fun. Then he got another job and they moved away, I never saw them again.

In that year, my voice broke, I got hair on my pubis, and I started producing my own white goo, cum as I knew it then. I also got taller, and my dick grew into its adult size, a bit over six inches, not a lot, but a bit. It was thick too, and when I fucked either of them, they appreciated the extra width, well she certainly did. He was right about his dick being small, his dick was a little short of six inches, and it was a lot thinner than mine. He also told me I was lucky, my dick was small and grew large, so it wouldn’t get in the way at times. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it didn’t matter by then.

After they left, I began to take school a little more seriously, and even got into the photography club. He had taught me how to take photos, then mix the chemicals and develop negatives and then print them. There was a teacher who did the developing, trying to show students how it was done, but he learned pretty quickly that I did know what I was doing and would leave me to it. I developed films for students at all grade levels, only black and white, no color then. Some of the guys would tell me they had photos they would rather not have anyone else see, especially a teacher. Nearly got caught a couple of times, but got away with it. That was the positive side, the negative side was devastating. I learned what a faggot was.

I had heard the term before, but had no idea what it meant. It was not a word that I had known, nor appreciated. It had a dreadful impact on me. I wasn’t a faggot, and even now, I still resent the term. The fact is that have male-male sex was brilliant. Having male-female sex was fucking better, if you’ll pardon the pun. It was fun. OK the ass fucking hurt but I learned how to deal with it. I liked sucking dick, and have a guy suck me off. Trouble at that time was that faggots were evil people, doing illegal things, wrecking society with their immoral behavior. That fucking hurt more than a cock up the ass.

I got so fucking angry from that hurt that I still feel it. Oh, I am better now. I had two wives and the neither of them knew about this part of me, but both of them helped me in different ways. But such deep reaching anger is so easy to gain and so difficult to leave behind. It could have killed me at any time, but suicide never appealed. More likely I would have let my anger rage at someone who had a bigger problem than me and they could have shot me or something. My kids gave me something to live for, to keep my life under better control than the anger may have let me otherwise. No doubt it was a near run thing at times, but I’m still here – fifty six years later with my adult children and now some grandchildren.

As for all these so called fucking “victims of sexual abuse”, well fuck the lot of you. I was abused, but I got passed it, can’t say I got over it though. And there was a lot more damage to me because of what those “right minded” assholes, who are nothing more than hypo-fucking-crits, than by being fucked up the ass. Stop being fucking victims and get a hold of your fucking lives. Be people, stop being fucking miserable, be glad you are still alive. If you are alive, you can always help someone, do something right, vote for a new president, fall in love, have great sex with either gender, and wonder why all those other assholes out these don’t get what they are missing out on. And did I say stop being a victim?

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2 comments on “The guy next door [Mm]

  1. What a stunning read!! I had similar experiences, similar age but with our local priest. Not only did I get over it, I doubt it has had a single bearing on my life to this point, nor will it ever..

  2. I think everyone gets fucked by bankers in the end…generally without lube!
    Great tale, hope there’s more to come!!

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