Old thread deleted before I could finish my story. Basically I was molested as a kid, but enjoyed it...

Old thread deleted before I could finish my story. Basically I was molested as a kid, but enjoyed it, and was telling the story. Pic not related. Greentext incoming

>me being 11
>riding bike around neighborhood
>trying to jump this little thing sort of in the back corner of a random yard
>notice older guy, maybe 60 watching me
>oh shit run
>guy yells "its ok"
>I go back, he says it looks fun, I should go do it some more
>He watches me, I stop, say I am tired and thirsty
>he says I can come in and cool off
>I head in, AC is awesome, he gives me glass of ice water
>he has a beer, we talk a while, asks me if I have ever tried beer
>I'mm 11, so no. "here you can try a sip, JUST A SIP"
>I sip, its nasty but I am rebellious so I like the feeling of knowing I am doing something bad.
>he lets me keep sipping I finish. Try to play like I didn't just drink nearly an entire beer.
>we are still talking about my bike riding, he gets another beer, sets down on table next to me, walks out of room, I forget why, is gone a few minutes
>I sneak sips
>he comes back in with a fresh beer, ignores me sipping
>smiles in a weird way "that's good isn't it?"
>yeah (lie, but I am feeling a heavy buzz, I am 11 lol)
>"i like the way it makes me feel, don't you?"
>Its cool
>you are all sweaty, you would feel better if you weren't, you can use my shower if you want
>my "wtf" radar goes off, but I am buzzed, and I get that "this is REALLY wrong but I like how wrong it feels" feeling. Butterflies in my stomach "ok"
>I go in, he gets shower going I wait for him to leave. He leaves, closes door, I strip and get in.
>he comes back in, asks me if it feels good
>why does he keep asking me if things feel good?
>I say yes

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>No soap...
>Oh here, slides curtain back a little, reaches hand in to give me soap, when I turn to get it, I see his head is inside the curtain, weird, but I take soap, we are both boys so I don't feel so weird about it.
>he talks to me about whatever, I don't remember what asks me if I want another sip of beer, I say yes, because the buzz feels awesome and I am "getting away with something I know is bad"
Continued..
>he leaves room for a while, comes back, says I have a towel for you, I hear door close, think he left and I get out.
>he is still there
>I am freaked but the beer buzz and "we are both boys so its ok if he sees me naked" reasoning lets me stay.
>I dry off
>my clothes are gone
>"um wear are my clothes"
>they were dirty, I am washing them for you, you don't want to put dirty clothes on when you just cleaned up and aren't sweaty (I am paraphrasing, I don't remember his exact words, but it was along these lines)
>seems legit... I am nervous now, a little scared but whatever.
>here *wraps towel around me "now you are covered up. You can watch TV till your clothes are clean
>AWESOME I know cartoons I like are on at this time of day. *I run to living room, turn TV on
>watch TV about 10 minutes, he is out of room
>still naked under towel
>comes back in "you shouldn't lay around naked in a stranger's house, let me see if I have anything you can wear"
>oh yeah.. stranger... shit shit shit. But, I relax a little because its been fine so far, and I am still buzzy from the beer.
>he comes back in, with another beer, sits it down on floor next to me, leaves again.
>comes back, "I only have stuff my little girl left when she went to live with her mother" (I later find out, there was no little girl, he was never married)
>"but that's girl clothes, I am a boy"

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Continued (cutting and pasting from word doc I saved in case other thread was deleted)
>he tells me its ok, its just so I am not naked, wouldn't I feel more comfortable if I wasn't naked? He won't tell anyone I wore girl clothing
>I am sipping beer, sneaking sips because I still think its his and I am being sneaky. For whatever reason him having his own beer didn't dawn on me that he was feeding me beer
>he comes back, no beer, now a glass with something else in it.
>says lets go see what fits
>I go with him to HIS bedroom. Being 11 I didn't think about the weird fact that his daughters clothing was in HIS bedroom.

>lets see, here are some underwear

This part I remember SUPER clearly
>cotton panties. White, Minnie Mouse print, little pink bow on top front waistband
>"these are girl underwear!"
>They are just underwear, no one will know what they are, Ill find you some pants
>slide them on
>WHAT IS THIS FEELING. INSTANT little boy boner (as much of an erection as an 11yo gets anyway)
>feels REALLY wrong now, but I am VERY excited, know that I shouldn't be, worry that he will see it, so I try to contain the fact that I am now literally shaking. I never want this feeling to end
>he is still fishing in the drawer
>tosses some things on his bed while fishing
>Here is a shirt
>doesn't fit
>hmm, oh here, this will fit

>hands me little flowery dress
>I look at it like WAT
>he takes it, "here put it on like this, put your arms up" Slides dress down over me.
>wait you can't wear it like that, slides it back off

hurry up OP I'm losing boner

What color are your eyes and hair?

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>little trainer bra, he puts it on me, it has the clasp in the front. I am majorly weirded out, but again, that same feeling I got from the underwear, hits me again. And I am at this point, basically drunk.
>"put your arms up", slides dress over me
>there, now you aren't naked.
>you can go back to your cartoons now, your clothing is almost done, and you can put your boy clothing back on
>I go to watch cartoons, but can barely focus on them. I keep looking at myself in the dress, it feels amazing, and the buzz feels awesome. This is so fun

>he comes in "you should put some shoes and socks on" (again, paraphrasing, I don't remember the exact words)
>I reach for my shoes, my socks are not there, I guess he is washing them
>those shoes don't go with that anyway, hang on
>comes back with little saddle shoes, little white socks with lace around the ankles
>I put socks on, shoes on, they are a little tight but he says something about it looking right, and something about them loosening up or they will stretch or some shit.
>I see myself in mirror

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>I look like a little girl, with boy hair and dumb little boy face. For a second I wish I was a little girl. Never had that feeling before, but with the buzz, I just stand there and stare.
>"you like those clothes?"
>yeah! (semi nervous, semi excitedly)
>My daughter is not here often, you can come over and wear them any time you want

>I watch TV with him, now on couch, he sits next to me. Moves a little closer, says something along the lines of "its nice to have a little girl around the house again, you can come over any time you want. I have other things you can wear if you want"

>I have to pee
>ok, but you better sit since you are a little girl

>"I'm NOT a girl" (I say defiantly, but secretly inside really liking the idea that I am pretending to be a little girl)
>I go pee, on the way he says "you have to pull the underwear down to your feet when you sit, so you don't pee on it"
> I go, sit and pee, underwear like he said
>come back out, he is a little towards the middle of the couch, I sit down right next to him
>he is warm, smells like a man, old spice or some shit. Who knows, it was forever ago.
>we watch cartoons, he says "your clothing should be done now" goes and gets the clothing, helps me take the dress and the bra off, says something about the bra irritating my chest,"here let me put some lotion on for you" rubs some lotion on my chest and back, I take socks and underwear, get dressed back in my clothing.

>I gotta go

>why don't you ride your bike in the back yard a little more?

>I go ride, he cheers me on to jump the thing a couple times, I try, but I am 11 and suck so I don't really get air. He says here have some water, I drink some, he says "want some bubble gum?"
>I am 11.. what do YOU think?
Continued
>yeah! Gives me some gum (now looking back, he wanted to get the beer off my breath. He had kept me around there long enough for the buzz to wear off, probably wanted me to ride to get sweaty again and dirty so my parents don't notice my freshly cleaned clothing.
>go home
>next day was a saturday, I get up, am FREAKING out inside, want to go back
>tell parents I am gonna go ride my bike with my friends, play fort, whatever. I don't remember, I told them shit I always did on the weekends.
>Ride STRAIGHT to his house, cut through woods on trail, and into his back yard, then knock on his back door.
>He answers, seems happy to see me "do you want to ride your bike in my yard again?"
>um.. I can I just watch TV?

>smiles, sure come on in, you know where the TV is
>I go sit down, he comes in after a few minutes, with a glass of soda. Sits down next to me, opposite sides of the couch
>All I can think about is the little girl clothing, I can barely concentrate on the TV, he probably could tell, I was 11, not much of a poker face lol
>You look uncomfortable "yeah my pants are (I forget what I said here, something about tight, or stiff or something)
>you want to see if my daughters clothing is more comfortable? You seemed to be ok in it yesterday" (again, paraphrasing)
>"umm, ok"
>takes me in, I wait for him to leave "its ok you can change here, its like gym" (at this point we aren't naked changing at school but I just believe him and strip) he gives me some different panties "these might be more comfy" They are a little bigger, but shiny and silky, pink, little white bow. I remember them perfectly
>again, OMG feeling when I put them on
>pulls out a shiny blue dress, poofy, some lace on it. Imagine a princess costume type dress or something formal like for church or something
>gets different, pink training bra, helps me put it on, same thing, shiny silky, clasp in front. Then helps me into dress, hands me same socks and shoes.

Continued
>shoes seem more comfy
>"I stretched them for you, my daughter has outgrown them anyway so she won't mind"
>we head back out to couch, I sit in the middle
>he says "do you want a coke?"
>my parents don't let me drink soda often so of course I am PUMPED, this guy is awesome he lets me do so much stuff I can't do at home (also, lets me wear these things, but I haven't fully processed those feelings yet)
>He brings coke back in, I sip "eww this tastes gross!"
>oh, I made it the way mine is, it will make you feel like the beer did
>remembering the feeling, and knowing this was something NOT allowed, so I am being bad and getting away with something, I sip. And I continue to force myself to sip.

>buzz coming on seems harder and faster
>he sits down next to me puts his arms on his lap, mine are on my lap next to me, its awkward (at least I think that was how it was, I just remember it was an excuse for him to lay his arm on me, kind of hand on my leg, and my hand on his leg)
>I continue sipping, eventually the glass is empty, I am buzzed BIG time
>want another, you will feel even better, Ill make this one taste better?
>what did I know about too much? lol so of course I say yes
>brings me another, it tastes the same but I don't mind the taste as much anymore.
>I am now, WASTED "haha this makes me talk funny" (mind you, I had probably one and a half drinks TOPS, and they were probably pretty weak since I was 11 lol)
>after a few minutes more,
>"are you tired? You look tired, here you can lay down" He slides over a little "leave me some room!"
>I lay down with my head basically on his leg, he lays his arm over my side.
>after a little I notice he is sort of petting or rubbing me
>I look at him, "oh, sorry, I like how the dress feels, Ill stop"
>feeling I never had before, but similar to what I have been feeling in the dress... "no, its ok you can do it"
>after a while I notice he is rubbing my ass

>OH SHIT THIS IS THE BAD TOUCH MY PARENTS TOLD ME ABOUT!
>But it doesn't feel bad. I feel ok about it, decide that if I don't think it feels bad, then my parents don't know what they are talking about
>I am getting weird feelings
>I shift my butt sort of more towards his hand, he gently slides dress up and is gently petting my ass "these feel nice too, do you like how they feel?"
>"yeah" *I said it sort of softly, my head is spinning at this point, not sure if from alcohol (probably) or the overwhelming feelings or combination (more likely)
>My pants are uncomfortable too he says
>takes them off, is wearing shiny white panties sort of like what he gave me
>"see, I like these too"

>back to watching TV, gilligans island I think.
>that show ends, cartoons are over, boring adult talk shows/soap operas are on
>I have something we can watch
>figuring its something I would like, cartoons, silly movie or whatever, I am pumped, I sit up
>he leaves room, comes back puts tape in VCR, its porn. Shitty 80s porn, but its the 80s (I am old as fuck now, 43)
>"have you ever seen something like this?"
>"no" he asks if I want to watch it
>I say something that is a yes answer
>immediately I am VERY aware of my dick. It feels weird and tingly and is getting hard.
>we are back in same position, I am laying on couch, still in sort of princess dress, ankle socks and saddle shoes
>I am ok with my head on his bare leg because he smells good (shitty cologne)
>asks me if I like how he smells, asks me if I want to smell good
>"yeah" Ok but you have to wear something little girls wear since you are dressed like one
>I have no idea what that means, but ok
>he produces a little bottle, sprays some on my chest, lifts skirt and sprays some on my legs, sort of thighs I think, I don't 100% remember
>it smells sweet and sort of like flowers, I like it because it reminds me of candy
>"there, now you smell good too"
>back to laying down position, he is reclining back.

Continued
>he has no pretense, I guess because I was ok with it already.. Just grabs my dress and pulls it up over my ass/hips, back to slowly rubbing my ass
>he has a huge bulge in the front of his panties He is wearing the panties and a button up shirt, its mostly open. I don't think I really thought anything about the big bulge, I probably just thought that was how a man looked when he was an adult or something
>I am now squirming, my little dick is rock hard like a pin lol (I am 11 wtf do you expect)
>he moves his hand to my hip, rubbing the panties on my side, and up the side of my body a little

>I notice he is sort of rubbing the front of his panties on the bulge
>he sees me notice, says "It feels good to do this when you watch these kinds of shows, try it if you want"
>I reach down, don't know WTF I am doing, start to clumsily rub my dick through the panties.
>his hand slides down around front "let me do it for you, just relax" (I had been occasionally sipping that drink, I am still buzzed, not wasted though.
>his hand feels warm and soft and he is WAY better at it than me, I know this is what my parents worried about but again, it feels really good so wtf do they know. I just won't tell them.
>I still want to try, but he is doing a great job on me, so I reach a hand up and sort of touch his bulge with a finger, just to feel it, then put my hand on it and try to rub.
>"do it like I am doing it"
>obviously I can't, he has big hand on my little dick, I have little hand on his full size dick, but I do my best
>"rub this part" and rubs the end of mine, so I rub the end of his
>I am now feeling really funny, like I have to pee or something, I tell him I have to pee
>"no that's how you are supposed to feel, it will feel really good soon"
>he has turned now, is rubbing my dick and my ass through the panties. He eventually stops, I guess he could tell I was gonna cum or something.
>"wow your thing is really hard user"
>"so is yours"
Continued
>he asks if I want to see it
>I say yeah. More out of I am curious what it looks like, never seen an adult dick before let alone a hard one like mine is currently
>"ok" takes it out of panties, just sort of pulls them down a little in the front
>"now let me see yours, here stand up, hold your dress up"
>I fumble with dress, its pretty poofy, the sound of it crinkling when I try to fold it up makes me happy, I can't hold it up and get my dick out

>"here you hold the dress up, Ill get it for you"
>he rubs my little dick a few seconds, its ROCK hard, probably like kindergarten pencil diameter lol, then pulls the front of the panties down, and sort of hooks them under my balls.
>no hesitation, wraps his hand around it and starts stroking it back and forth
>feelsgoodman.jpg
>"you do mine like that"
>I nervously reach out, wrap as much of my hand around it and do the same
>he is breathing heavy, says let me show you something, gets up and leaves after pulling my panties back up
>comes back into room, now no shirt, just the panties, dick not out anymore
>has a bottle of lotion, a small vial and some kind of plastic thing (what turned out to be one of those hitachi wands)
>pulls his dick back out "give me your hand" squirts some lotion in my hand, "rub that on mine"
>I oblige, it makes his dick slippery and makes it much easier to rub.
>he starts rubbing my panties again front and back, says "let me give you a massage" and starts rubbing between my ass cheeks. kind of pressing on my butthole, through the panties, but not trying to finger me or anything, just massaging everything.
>"you smell good user" I remember his voice sounded different that time, and he is breathing heavier
>I am now rocking back and forth in his hands, grinding my front and rear into his hands, he is almost lifting me up because I have taken so much weight off my feet grinding into him
>he asks me if I am still feeling good from the drink.

>This story is not in real time, these activities are spread out over a couple hours
>Not really
>want to try something else that will REALLY make you feel good?
>yeah
>Grabs the small vial, opens it, says "if you smell this it will make you feel REALLY good but you have to hold your breath a little after you smell it" Opens vial, holds it up to my nose, I take a whifF "THAT STINKS!" and pull back.
>"no, it will make you feel really good, just take a long deep breath of it" *he is rubbing my dick more aggressively now, I wasn't touching him at the moment
>I lean in, he holds it up, and pinches off my one nostril, I take a long deep breath, and despite it sort of burning, I hold it in as long as I can, but after a few seconds a weird dizzy feeling washes over me, and I let it out. He smiles and gently guides me to sit on couch, he is on his knees (it was poppers in case you didn't figure that out, the old school ones before they outlawed the ingredients in those old ones, they were MUCH more powerful than what you can get today, and lasted way longer)
>"doesn't that feel really good user?"
>"really weird but good, I like this"
>he grabs the wand vibrator, turns it on, holds it up against my little dick, still covered in the panties
>OH.MY.GOD. Its the most amazing thing in the world, I didn't know you could feel like this, he has his hand up the front of the dress rubbing my chest.
>after what seemed like an eternity of me slowly rolling back and forth on my back, probably making some kinds of moans, I get that feeling again
>"omg I am going to pee"
>"no you aren't, just stay here" and he keeps the vibrator on the head of my little dick, which he now has taken out of the panties
>I cum for the first time ever. Not much came out, and it sort of felt like burny sensation, but REALLY good
>He smiles and says "didn't that feel good?" and sits down next to me

>he sits down on couch next to me, tells me to lie down and relax, that I did good and should rest
>He takes a big whiff of the poppers, starts jerking off with one hand, rubbing my ass with the other, but with his hand down the back of the panties, his big warm hand feels nice on my bare butt. Eventually cums, saying something about me being his special little girl.
>I LOVE the sound of that.
>he gets up, leaves room comes back with drinks, asks me if I want one or if I want to try smelling that bottle again later? I say bottle.
>I take some sips of the other drink anyway, he sat it on the table on my end of the couch.
>"user, do you like coming over here?"
>obviously yes
>"you can come over any time you want, you can wear my daughter (said her name, I don't remember what it was)s clothing all you want, I will keep it nice for you.
>I am almost ecstatic at the thought, I probably have a big smile
>you can't tell anyone about it though, if you tell anyone I won't let you come over anymore. And your friends probably would think its weird that you wear girl clothing sometimes
>dude is making a lot of sense to me now
>Just tell your parents you are going out to play, you can come over after school if you want.
>"I have to get right home to do my homework or my mom will get mad"
>He says to just stop by for a minute, asks if I like how he made me feel, I say yes, he says he can make me feel that way really quick then get right home
>makes absolute sense, I agree
>Its time for me to go
>let me wipe you off so your friends don't think you wear perfume
>strips me down, wipes me down with washcloth, pays particular attention to my butt and buttcrack near my asshole. I don't know what I am doing but I remember I stepped my foot out so there was more room, basically I spread my legs a little more so he could clean me down there too.

>several weeks go by, I come over to his house after school most days, and for the whole day once almost every weekend. I have no close little friends because I rarely play with anyone outside of school, because I am spending nearly all the time I am out, at his house.
>after school, its almost always the same, I go over, I take my pants off as soon as I get there, walk over sit on couch and he jerks me off with some lotion. I have started to actually cum a little. He wipes me off, I put my pants on, and go home, the whole visit takes maybe 5 minutes lol.
>one Saturday, I go over, he asks me what I want to wear, if I want to wear a dress or just underwear like a real girl
>I am at this point, 100% down for sexual play, there is no pretense, we both know what I am there for, and we are open about it (in private obviously. No one knows I even know this guy)
>I say underwear, he has hinted its something new, I just want to feel what he makes me feel, and the dirtier the better at this point.
>He produces some panties, they are white,silk and shiny, with lace around the legs.They fit pretty badly, they are pretty big on me.
A little training bra that is white with little bows
>he hands me something I have only seen in the movies he lets me watch. (it was a garter belt) and some white stockings.
>let me show you how to put those on
>they are huge on me, barely stay up. the stockings are baggy as fuck lol. Then the little ankle socks, and same saddle shoes
>I am rock hard at this point. I am looking at myself in the mirror, and cant wait to "play." He gives me a shot of perfume, then pulls the front of the panties down and sprays a little on my balls. It tingles and almost burns.
>We go to couch, he brings me one of his special cokes. (I don't know if it was a whiskey coke or a rum and coke) At this point I am pro, and I just straight up drink it (not chug, but drink it like you normally drink) and in short order I am drunk.
>porn is on

>this porn is different
>its all guys
>one is in the same kind of thing I am wearing
>user (now has taken to calling me Sarah, that started a couple weeks after I started coming over a lot, I am fine with it since I am playing little girl, a little girl name seems natural)
>"do you want to try something new? It will feel really good"
>By this point, like I said, I am basically all in for whatever, what do I know lol, of course I enthusiastically say yes
>"see what they are doing?" Want to try that? (guy on TV has the guy who is in the girl outfit like I am wearing, has his the dick of the underwear guy in his mouth. Guy in the lingerie seems to be loving it)
>yeah!
>"want to smell that bottle again?"
>this time I am already buzzed heavy from the coke and whatever, lets just say whiskey and coke for sake of story. so I ask if its ok to do both, he says it will be even better, but might make me really sleepy, but if I fell asleep it would be ok, he wouldn't be mad
>Has me lay back on couch pulls panties down a little, I take the bottle, take a big long sniff of the poppers, hold it in, head immediately spins harder than ever before, almost feel a little sick, but I'm ok
>puts his mouth on my dick. Its warm, very wet, and very soft. Feels amazing. I start kind of rocking my hips, he puts both hands under my ass and lifts my ass up off the couch an inch or two, while sucking hard back and forth in and out of his mouth.
>I feel a finger near my butthole, he sort of rubs it in circles and presses on the hole a little.
>Stops sucking me, asks if that feels good, I say yes, says why don't you just lay back and let me make you feel really good? I say ok, "here take another sniff" I take a big deep breath of the poppers, my head starts to spin, he puts his mouth back on my dick, hands under my ass and I feel the finger by my hole again, but its REALLY slippery and cold. I squirm a little, he says "its ok" and keeps rubbing while sucking.

That was as far as I got before other thread was deleted, Ill continue...
>I feel the finger start to probe into my asshole just a little
>feels mostly weird, but with the poppers high and him sucking, my whole body is tingling, so it feels good, I move somehow (arched my back maybe? I don't remember, I just know I moved in a way to encourage him) and he slips the tip of his finger in, the tip of his finger to the first knuckle or so is comepletely in.

please go on

>he just holds it still for a minute, then slowly wiggles it around a little, and starts to slide it back and forth, not completely out, but just working it back and forth a little.
>my brain is exploding. What the FUCK were my parents talking about, this wasn't a bad touch, it was an AMAZING touch. I never wanted it to stop
>He is sucking more intently now, I don't notice that he now has his entire finger burried in my ass. It hurts a little, but its a good hurt.
>I start to cum, he slides the finger out as I cum, I don't know how much came out, probably barely anything I was a kid lol, but he slips the finger out as I do, then when I finish, he says "good girl Sarah, did you enjoy that?"
>Yes, but it feels like I have to poop"
>he says something about that being normal, don't be embarassed and that I should go use the bathroom.
>I go in, he gets me into the shower, he joins me this time, washes me off, has me soap his dick up, I stroke it for a bit, he eventually turns me around and says "let me do it" then makes me bend over, I hear him moan and I feel something drip onto my back and butt. He moans and rubs it around, then has me stand up, turns the shower back on and washes me off.
>I am happy I helped him feel good
>I go home, still no one knows what I have been doing or where I am when I go "ride my bike in the woods"
>this goes on for a while....

i EXPLODED

>At this point I am coming to his house nearly every day. My mom's schedule has changed, and I now have a key under the mat so I can let myself in after school, she doesn't get home for almost 2 hours after me.
>I am now going to his house nearly every day.
>He fingers me while blowing me or jerking me off nearly every time.
>It hurts a little less. Towards the beginning of all that, he asks me one day if I enjoy it or if it hurts too much. I tell him it hurts but its not too bad, and feels sorta good.
>he says the more we do it, the less it will hurt, like when girls stretch to do a split then it doesn't hurt anymore. And that after a little while, it won't hurt at all, and will only feel good, which will make it feel even better.
>tells me it makes HIM feel good, don't I want to make him feel good? Incoming manipulation (as if he really needed to, but looking back, this was pretty obvious)
>If I don't want to make him feel good after him making me feel good so many times, maybe I won't be able to come over and wear girl clothes and him make me feel good anymore
>THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE LAST THING I WANT
>I say ok. I come over almost every day for a week, him fingering me a lot, its getting easier and now he is able to stick 2 fingers all the way in with no pain.
>one day after he is fingering me a little, he hands me the vial tells me to sniff, I do, and it comes over me like a heavy blanket, and he pulls out a long slender plastic thing (old school vibrator) and says "lets try this!"

plot twist - op is the old man molesting actually
keep going though

>He lubes it up good, turns it on, its vibrating like the wand he sometimes uses to make me cum, but not nearly as strong. Puts the tip up to my hole, it slides in a little, easily, no pain. He had been fingering me a little while that day already.
>He is playing with my dick, I am on poppers, it hurts my ass a little but he works it in and out slowly.
>the pain goes away after a bit, I cum, he does the slide it out as I cum thing so it doesn't hurt, we go shower, he turns it off and jerks off onto my ass again, then washes me and I go home.

No, I am not that old lol. 43, so I am fucking old but not hs age, he was like 60 and this was in PA not where I am now.

do you fap to those memories OP?

thats hot

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Hair and eye color would complete the picture. Please?

Y U NO WRITE FASTER

>That was a Friday I guess, because I spent the whole day with him the next day.
>I show up, go into bedroom with him, he strips me down, produces some pink panties, a pink training bra, some pink leggings, (which he cut out the crotch after I put them on, which wasn't a surprise, it was obvious what we were doing for the past couple months)
little pink ankle socks with the lace fringes, and a pair of little pink shoes with a small heel, and a bow on the toes. Spray of perfume, and off to the living room we go.
>porn on, we stopped watching straight porn long ago, its all guys fucking guys dressed as girls.
>drink made for me
>we hang out like we used to, his hand on my ass, me laying down, him gently rubbing my dick
>I am now rubbing his dick without him asking.
enough time has passed that I am drunk from the drink (it takes like a drink and a half lol. I guess thats a lot for a little kid, I am almost 12 at this point)

>"Sarah, why don't you try what I do on yours, with your mouth. Ill do it for you but you have to do it for me first"
>I nervously move over, take his dick in my hand and put the head in my mouth. Its a little salty, but hot and the head has a weird texture compared to normal skin.
>I do my best to replicate what he does. He tells me to watch my teeth a couple times, that it doesn't feel good if my teeth touch
>I can't take much of it in, I am still small, so small mouth.
>I do this for a while, he has me stop, gives me a sniff of the poppers, and he takes a sniff.
>something inside me pops
>I start sucking like my life depends on it. His dick now feels AMAZING in my mouth, and I can't get enough of it. I gag a little a couple times, almost throw up, I sit up an apologize, but he says "no, that means you are doing it good, it feels really good when that happens" so I go back to sucking. almost throw up a couple times.

Mine was dark brown hair and eyes. Eventually (I will get there as long as the thread is still alive) he got me a blonde wig

...

>he moans something along the lines of "oh Sarah" and starts calling me his little slut. I knew what a slut was, and I guessed this must be what it means. I knew it was a bad name to be called but what I was doing was so fun that I didn't care and just thought, well I must be a slut
>He eventually pulls me up, tells me to lay back
>starts sucking my dick, rubbing ass, starts fingering me.
>stops, tells me to get on my hands and knees , helps me into the position he wants, Cuts the panties with a pair of scissors (which made me sad, they were my favorite panties yet, I protested but he said he would get me more like them) and starts rubbing my dick and balls from behind, with a lubed up hand.
>I know what's next so I am not surprised when I feel the finger at my asshole. SURPRISE its not the finger, its the vibrator
>I ask for the poppers because it feels good when he plays with my ass and I am high on them, he says no that he will give them to me in a minute.
>he gets on couch behind me, says "do you want to make me feel really good?" I say yes
>"Good girl Sarah" And hands me the poppers. I take a big whiff, and almost fall down from my position, he catches me by the hips and holds me up.
>I feel something in my ass crack, its not hard and plastic, its not a finger, but it is hard, and hot. He rubs it up and down my crack a couple times, then I feel it at my butthole.
>"take another smell of that bottle Sarah"
>I am still rolling on the first hit, but I do what he says, I feel VERY submissive and vulnerable, almost scared to not do what he says, but not scared in a bad way.

THIS SUB-CHAN IS BEING RAIDED BY LE ARMY OF 9GAG XD
FREAKING PEDOS ARENT THEY FUNNY AMIRITE? :D

Someone screencap this shit for reasons.

yes

>He starts to push it on the hole, it won't go in, he puts the vibrator in sides it back and forth a couple times, It feels good, he pulls it out and as it slides out of the hole I feel what I recognize to be his dick immediately press against the hole, and after some pressure, the head just sort of went in with a pop.
>The pain was IMMENSE, I screached and tried to lunge forward but he held onto me and it stayed in. He grunted to take another sniff, I did, and I barely got the cap back on before I almost passed out
>I am now only semi conscious for what seems like a few minutes (was probably only like 10 seconds or so lol) and when I realize where I am again, I feel that he is now slowly working his dick in and out of me, from the head to about halfway back.
>it no longer hurts. It feels really slippery, and I feel VERY full, almost like I have to poop but in a good way.

No. 9gag is cancer. Reddit is even worse.

TYPE LIKE YOUR DICK DEPENDS ON IT, OP.

HAHA you got trolled my friend :D

>he slowly rocks back and forth sliding in and out, I feel super submissive to him, and still scared of him like in a "he has power over me and can do whatever he wants to me" sort of way, but its a good feeling fear. If you know what I mean. Its a hard emotion to explain.
>he eventually cums. Says something about putting it inside me like a special girl
>has me sit back on couch, gives me amazing head.
>takes me to shower, washes me down, now being very gentle sort of like really lovingly.
I dry off, go home. Conflicted as fuck. Not sure if I am going to go to his house anymore.

Bump for the love of dick

>of course at that age (12 now) my dick was in control, not my brain. I LOVED wearing the girly clothing, which by now is almost exclusively frilly pink or white dresses, he is basically dressing me like a little girl going to first communion or a wedding or something. I have now fallen in love with frilly things, lace and such. I have taken a couple pairs of panties home with me, I hide them in a zip lock bag (he showed me that trick) outside in the back yard just outside our fence, I think in a tree stump or some shit, I don't remember now. (again, he told me that would mean no one would know they were mine) and I wear them whenever I am alone. I wore them to school a couple times and was scared shitless of someone discovering it the entire time, but also incredibly thrilled by the wrongness of it.
Eventually one of my few friends found the panties in the woods and we laughed about them and like hung them in a bush by school, but inside I was freaking out because they would be gone now (he later bought me more)
>I kept going back to the old guys house, we kept playing, he fucked me more, I guess he fingered or fucked me often enough that I loosened up or got used to it, because it didn't hurt at all anymore.
>sometimes he came on my back or ass
>he sometimes fucked me with me on my back and legs up on his shoulders, he would pull out and cum on my dick then jerk me off when he did that sometimes.
>I liked cumming when he was inside me, but my desire to do it after I came was gone, so he would cum in me then make me cum before pulling out. Sometimes he would fuck me, cum, stay in, make me almost cum, then stop playing with me and fuck me till he came again.
>this has now been a few years. I am 15 at this point, and I have almost an entire closet of clothing in his house.
>on my 15th birthday he bought me a cheerleaders uniform from my school
>it fit perfect. I was skinny. He had bought a blonde wig for me a year or so before that.

>by this point, I am a fiend for his dick, all I can think about is cumming, and his cum. I have now had sex with a couple girls at parties (rural PA girls were pretty loose with the sex, there wasn't much else to do and I wasn't hanging out with high class types)
>while we are playing he tends to talk dirty now, and sometimes talks about pimping me out to his friends, watching me take cock after cock.
>this makes me splatter cum all over
>he ties me up sort of (hand cuffs, electric tape, rope, various things) most times now.
>while I am tied up and blindfolded one time he pulls out of my ass, comes around and finishes in my mouth. I was grossed out because all I could imagine was shit, but it felt really dirty so I went with it.
>this goes on for a while

...

>one day while I am tied down, bent over this saw horse sort of thing he made (like I said, I am now totally into kink and being abused, although realistically how much can you call something I enjoy so much, abuse?)
>I am drunk as fuck on wine coolers (lmao being 15..) He asks me if I have ever done any other drugs with my friends
>yeah I have smoked weed before
>You can smoke it here, I don't have any though.
>awesome.
We finish, he doesn't let me cum, tells me I am not allowed to cum till I see him next
>I go home, immediately jerk off and cum with the force of a thousand angry gods.

Gotta keep this bumped.

MOOOOORE

>Weekend comes, I go over in the morning, drink, he makes me a drink, says he doesn't have any more wine coolers, the drink is STIFF, and he asks if I brought some pot. I did, about an 8th and my small wooden bowl (it was nice, fit perfect in my pocket without a big bowl outline lol)
>I smoke some
>I have been there maybe 20 minutes and I am already well on my way to drunk, and now am somewhat high.
He strips me, puts me in panties that have no crotch or ass (they were almost like a jock strap, but the front was lace and the straps were thin) and the cheerleader uniform. GIves me a shot of Exclamation (perfume, cheap, and the sluttiest girls at school, it was their scent of choice, like ALL of them wore it, a lot of it. I had told him that, so he got some)
We start fooling around, I am wasted,He puts a blindfold on me, which he sometimes uses, gives me a hit of the poppers while he starts fucking me.
>"I am gonna pimp you out, I want to see you with 2 dicks (I don't remember if he said cocks, dicks or whatever.)"
>I moan
>"would you like that?"
I moan yes
>"you want a dick for your mouth don't you?"
>he is fucking me HARD now, like he is trying to drive his dick out the top of my skull
(I remember this day pretty well)
>all the sudden a hand on my face, and I feel a dick touch my lips
>WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING, I want to scream, I am immediately horribly embarassed that someone else saw me dressed like a girl, getting fucked like a slut, I didn't think ti was normal and that no one else out there would understand.
>Guy who I have been fucking forever says "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH"
>I open mouth, dick slides in, its WAY bigger around than his. A little sweaty and smelled a little bad, I was pretty grossed out, but at the same time, I was now completely lost in the situation emotionally I was now under their control, I was skinny and not very strong so there was nothing I could do, and the way he just talked to me told me that I better do what he said

>As I sucked, well, really I wasn't so much sucking as just having my face fucked (I didn't know what face fucking was back then, it wasn't a thing in porn yet, but that is the best way to describe it) As it was in my mouth more, the smell and taste went away mostly, I guess my mouth cleaned it off.
> I am now lost in the sensation of it all, the pot and alcohol had fully hit me now and I am barely there, but I am with it enough that I hear it when he says "isn't he as good as I told you?"
>WHAT??? HE TOLD SOMEONE???
>Dude answers "yeah what a little whore faggot" and laughs, I try to say something, he tells me to shut the fuck up and jabs his dick too deep into my mouth and I gag. He laughs again. He sounds much younger than the old guy, but still at least twice as old as me.

bump

You should have pre typed

We getting close to the end, OP?

still lurking
thats some good shit op

>I remember thinking "thank god he doesn't sound familiar"
>old man pulls out, cums on my asshole
>guy in front says "do you mind?"
>Old guy says "be my guest, he can't stop you"
(now at this moment, I am bent over that saw horse looking thing, I am tied down at my waist, and my hands and feet are electric taped to the legs of it. Luckily he padded it with a blanket. Now that I am older, I recognize that it was a sort of standard bondage bench
>guy pulls out of my mouth, and a couple seconds later I feel his dick at my asshole. I freak out and try to talk him out of it, but only half assed, because deep down I want this. But I am scared because I know he is a good bit bigger than the old guy
>He slides in pretty easily, it feels stretchy but doesn't hurt. (old man had loosened me up a lot by fucking me right before him)
>says that the cum makes my ass slippery and asks me how I like having a sloppy ass or something along those lines
>fucks me hard, not like the old man who was mostly gently, this guy was fucking me like he didn't give a shit about me liking it.
>after a minute or so he cums, slamming forward into me hard enough that the bench slid forward a little, it hurt like a motherfucker but also felt good.

>notice that nowhere in this has anyone touched my dick

Are you the Steelers Jersey guy always posting about being cucked and sucking cock?

fuuuuuuck keep going

>second guy pulls out, slaps me on the ass REALLY hard, and leaves the room. Old man leaves too. I am still tied down, sweaty as fuck, feeling like I am about to puke (alcohol+pot+ this situation=nausea a little) and I hear them talk a little, then door close.
>WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY LEAVE?
>thankfully I hear foot steps and old man comes in and says something about me being a good little slut, cuts the tape and unties me
>"Wow Sarah you are a mess, lets get you cleaned up"
>Walks me in to bathroom, I can barely stand, legs are jelly at this point and I am sort of crying, and dripping with sweat
>undresses me lovingly
>Cum is dribbling out of my ass, down my leg, feels like I am shitting myself, I am embarassed as fuck but not in any condition to do anything but stand there and be mortified by it.
>gets warm shower going, sponge bathes me gently while smiling like a loving person.
>finishes, turns shower off, puts a SUPER nice robe around me, walks me to the couch, sits me down and starts lovingly sucking my dick.
>I am about to cum, he stops. "Oh, here let me put something on for you to watch" Puts tape in, comes back over and starts sucking me again. When I am about to cum again, he stops, points the ridiculous early 90s remote at the VCR (I think it was a betamax lol) and hits play.
>OH.MY.GOD.
Do I even need to say it? You know what comes on the screen right?
Yup
>it was me. Tied down, getting fucked from both ends, wearing a cheerleader uniform.

>He had a camera in the room. He taped the whole thing. As freaked out as I was, I was super relieved to not recognize the other guy.

>"Now Sarah, you are mine. I will do what I want to you. And you no longer have a say. But I promise that I will always make you cum after, its only fair"
>And any friends of mine that I want can now use you too. If you ever stop or try to tell someone, I will give the tape to your friends.

no.

Did it end or is more coming? Man that was pretty hot

what an asshole old guy

>I am like, how the fuck is this happening to me? This is some shit you only hear about.
>I feel terrified and lucky as fuck at the same time.

>this goes on a while more, a couple times the same guy came over and they took turns fucking me. One time they took turns on my ass, then left the room, left the house and were gone like an hour. It sucked royal dick because my nose itched and I couldn't scratch it. He did put a porn movie on for me to watch while I was there.
>then they came back, after like an hour, took turns fucking my mouth, then one fucked my ass while the other fucked my mouth till they both came. By now I had swallowed enough cum that it wasn't a big deal.

>as abusive as it was, I craved it. I didn't want it and I was scared, and wanted it to stop, but I NEEDED the abuse. I HAD to have it, I couldn't cum without it anymore.
>I was mid 16 at this point. He had been dressing me up and fucking me for 5 years.
> every time I had to change in the locker room at school I was terrified that somehow they would know what I had done when they saw me naked.

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There a girl version of somethimg like this?

That is pretty much it.
>Him and the other guy double teamed me pretty much every weekend.
>One time the other guy brought 2 guys with him and all 4 fucked me.
>By the time the 3rd guy was done my ass hurt like a motherfucker, not the burning tearing hurt but like a bruised sore body part.

>they laughed the whole time. I was sobbing begging them to stop by the middle of the 3rd guy, but inside I really didn't want them to stop. I wanted the pain, I wanted the abuse. I felt like I was shit, that I deserved it and that I deserved to be dripping cum from where ever a real man wants to leave it.

Probably. Dude was a sexual predator, I am 100% sure that other people have had the same sort of situation.

You just have to change a few words

great story, read whole thing from start to finish

That's what you get for playing in other people's yards, my dude.

Did you ever tell anyone (besides us, ofc)? Did you just stop going to see him one day? Aftermath, OP.

Kek

I JUST READ THE WHOLE THING AND MY DICK IS FUCKING ROCK HARD PLEASESTOP DOING THIS TO ME I AM NOT GAY I AM NOT GAY I AM NOT GAY I AM NOT GAY I AM NOT GAY I AM NOT GAY

You're gay, user. Don't fight it.

...

>Eventually he said he was moving for his job, and it would be far.
>I was shattered. I was almost 18, this had been my life for so long. My parents thought I was in the chess club, that was how I justified being gone after school, and they bought me an expensive road bicycle, because I told them I was doing long rides almost every weekend. They thought I was a serious cyclist, the reality was I barely rode that bike at all. It went between my house, school, and his place. That was it.
>he left, I was sure he would somehow pass me on to the other guy. He left me an old army style foot locker full of most of my favorite outfits. He said I couldn't open it till a week after he left.
>I was so under his spell at this point that I obeyed.
>When I finally opened it, laying neatly on the top, in a plastic cover (like what they put over a suit at the dry cleaner) was the little princess dress he had me in when I was 11.
>I cried, hard. For hours. Luckily my parents were gone for the weekend, because I sat in the corner of my room, clutching that little princess dress, crying so hard I almost vomited.
>I contemplated suicide.
>The next few weeks were REALLY rough. I was drunk constantly, I got caught drinking by my parents, I was sent home from school with the police because I was drunk in class and caught smoking a bowl in the bathroom.
>My parents weren't mad, but worried, what happened to me that all the sudden I was in this situation.
>of course I couldn't tell them.

> a while later, I was at a party. I met a girl
No shit, and I know this is going to sound like too fucking much, but I swear to god.
>"what's your name?" (I ask as we have been drinking together and went outside to smoke a bowl in a dark corner of my buddy's back yard)
>Sara
.WE HAVE JUST LOST CABIN PRESSURE (Fight club line, but it fits)

>When I finally opened it, laying neatly on the top, in a plastic cover (like what they put over a suit at the dry cleaner) was the little princess dress he had me in when I was 11.
This hits hard

>I start to sob uncontrollably
>She is instantly super comforting "oh no what's wrong, its ok, I am here"
>I tell her I can't say, she says its ok I don't have to tell her, just that she was there for me

>we start dating. We fuck like rabbits. She is EASILY as kinky as I am.
>One day "user, put on my panties"
>almost pass out
>We fuck, me fucking her while wearing her panties.
>She likes to sit on my face grinding herself to orgasm while pulling on my balls HARD. Like REALLY hard. Yes, it hurts like a motherfucker. She calls me bitch while she pulls on them sometimes. If she makes herself cum grinding on me, she doesn't finish me off. Acts like I am an asshole for trying.
>She isn't the same loving girl anymore
>I find out she has cheated on me. A LOT
>I want out. I hate her and I want to die.
>I don't kill myself because I am a pussy, but I start doing coke, doing a lot of acid, driving drunk, basically I don't care if I die.

FUCK somehow it lost the beginning of this post...
Let me retype it.

Oh, wait it didn't, it split itup weird, Carry on. Ill finish the story in a minute

I started reading on the deleted post and I went from extremely aroused to disgusted to scared, now I'm intrigued!

>I get the opportunity to move to Las Vegas with my father
>I jump at the chance to get away.
>she becomes this loving gf again all the sudden, comes with to the airport, my parents told me she cried the whole way back to her place after I left (she rode with us to the airport)

>I never see Sara again
>Sarah still lives deep inside me.
>The old guy, I never heard from again, once he was gone he was gone. This was long enough ago that he is almost certainly dead by now. He moved away 25 years ago and he was like 67 then.
>I wonder if he ever did that to another after me
>I hate him for it, but at the same time, I wouldn't change a thing. I would go back and do it all over.
>I would be 11 and wearing that princess dress again in a heartbeat if I could.

>I am 43 now, I still am really fucked up sexually. Married and pretending to be normal, wife has NO idea but knows I am kinky, and knows that when I am alone I sometimes wear panties.

anyone know a good site to read good stories like this?

I have been saving this in a word doc. I would LOVE somewhere to upload it anonymously so others could read it. Getting it all out feels cathartic.

Have you ever considered being with a guy again?

How would've things been different if the old guy never changed and stayed a loving daddy type?

WE NEED PIC OF OP TO FAP TO

>and sometimes I still want to die.
>I just want to be little Sarah, wearing that princess dress, watching cartoons then being made to feel special and pretty.
>but now I am fat(ish, not huge. more of a bear, I got hairy in my mid 20s)
>not passable at all, and look ridiculous in lingerie
>still wear lingerie when wife isn't home
>use a hitachi wand on my dick to make myself cum
>get really high on poppers and fuck a suction cup dildo that I stick on the corner of this one wall.
>sometimes I break down and cry after I cum, and want to kill myself.
>go on living, one day at a time.

Pastebin it.

Believe me you don't. I am disgusting. He took some polaroids of me when I was little, but I am sure those are long gone, they were taken over 30 years ago.

nIGGA I JUST RELAISED HES 43 NO FUCK NO

OP here
Has anyone heard of or had any even remotely similar experiences? Gotten touched at all as a little kid?
I know it has happened but sometimes I feel like the only one.
Maybe I was the only one who enjoyed it.
I can't possibly be the only one, I know I was fucked up in the head as an 11yo boy to enjoy what we were doing, but there have to be others.

I like daddies. Wanna fuck younger boy?

Exactly lol.
No one wants to see that. I am not a cute trap. I was when I was 11 to 17 though.

You in Austin?

OP, do you see yourself corrupting another kid one day and continuing the cycle?

Unfortunately, no. Europe. Such a shame, right?

Yup. Several times. Eventually started seeking out older men. Married to one now.

This thread has been a fucking roller coaster. I hope you can find peace one day OP.