Been wanting to write another story since my last post, but couldn’t quite decide what to write bout till now. Decided I’ll share this story that’s only been told to a handful of close friends, and possibly played a big part in shaping who I am so…here goes.
Content warning though: this contains abuse, so if you’re uncomfortable with it, I’m sorry! Also, this doesn’t belong here please let me know :)
We used to live in an apartment building back in my high school days, and there was this convenience store right there on the ground floor. Being a teenager, I tend to drop by after school every day to pick up snacks and/or energy drinks, as well as picking up whatever necessities the family needed. Before long, my family and I got to know the middle aged owners quite well.
I remember that one afternoon I popped by to pick up some sustenance, and was greeted chirpily by the male owner I’ll call K, from behind the counter. I was the only customer in there, so we had a quick small talk, which ended with him remarking that I “looked stressed from school”, and offered me a massage. That kind of weirded me out, so I politely declined and told him I’ll just pay and get back to my homework.
He became more insistent with his offer of this massage while packing up my stash, and told me I can have them for free. He continued trying to convince me that he’s “damn good at massaging, and you’ll feel very relaxed after it.“ I’m not sure what I was thinking then, or if I was even thinking, but my aversion to upsetting people got me to give in, and agreed to it. After all, what can go wrong with a massage?
Pleased with my concession, he got me to follow him to the back room, drop my bag pack on the shelf and stand facing the wall. Quite honestly, I still had no idea what was going to happen next then.
I recall him standing behind me, and started massaging my shoulder. All pretty standard massage stuff I reckon. It went on for a bit, until I felt his hands going down my back and onto my waist, pulling my tucked in school top out from my pants. Next thing I know, he was undoing my pants and zip, and squeezed my cock from outside my boxers.
Of course I got hard from it, although I was shocked/surprised at what was happening. I recall getting a weird feeling, kinda like a weird mixture between guilt/shame, but torn between leaving then, or letting this go on.
I remember summoning whatever willpower I had and gave the first excuse that came to my head, “Oh it’s late and mum’s expecting me” while pulling up pants but he didn’t stop. By now, his hand was in my pants, fingering the tip of my erected cock.
He started asking me question like, “Do you masturbate?”, “How often?” and then, “Have anyone sucked this lovely cock of yours before?” All while playing with my cock. Mind you, I was 15 then, had a few girlfriends so I wasn’t exactly innocent/inexperienced. But this felt…different. And very, very wrong.
I knew what was going to happen after his last question, so I tried again to leave. On highsight, didn’t try hard enough though, because I was now pinned against the wall, and his hand was still going at it. And then he threatened to tell my parents bout this. (Yep, threatened to tell my parents he’s abusing me, not sure how that was going to work, but it did.)
I just gave up fighting then. He turned me around, pulled my pants down and wrapped his mouth around my cock. I remember being disgusted at enjoying it, but…I was. He obviously know what he was doing, with his tongue and lips and before long I came hard in his mouth, and he swallowed all of it.
Yep, that was also the first time I came in someone’s mouth, and first time someone’s swallowed my cum. Not a great memory, to be honest.
I thought that was it. But he had other ideas, obviously, when he stood up and lowered his pants and briefs. That was the first cock I’ve seen (other than mine, of course), and it was huge, and curved. I didn’t have too much time admiring it, before he grabbed my hand and got me to jerk him off. It was a lesson in giving a handjob, really, with him ordering me what to do.
This again went on for a bit, until he got me to kneel down in front of him. I remember being horrified at the thought, and am still horrified by recalling it today. But yes, he grabbed on to my head and shoved his cock in front of me. I really didn’t want to, but there wasn’t much I can do then so I obliged.
Suddenly, the bell at the counter rang and surprised both of us, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth, got dressed and headed out. I took this opportunity to get dressed, grabbed my bag and headed home.
He saw me leaving, but couldn’t do much since he was with a customer. I’ve always wondered if the lady customer suspected anything, but doubt she did anything bout it. The last thing he said to me before I left was, “See you again soon, and say hi to your parents for me!”
Not sure why, but it felt like a threat. A threat that you’ve to come back else I’ll tell your parents what’s happened here today. I actually took a couple of sick days off school after this because of the conflicting feelings.
I actually had to go back a few times to pick up stuff for my parents, so it didn’t all just end there, but that’s another story for another time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bgvto/mm_my_deep_dark_secret