My name is Jim and my story is about getting abused in my own home by my 16 year old sister. I was 10 years old when she began to ask me personal questions to get me embarrassed. She knew I was shy and never would complain or talk to anyone about her embarrassing questions. So every time our parents would go out, she would ask me if I played with myself at night and if I had the hots for one of the girls in school. She had me blushing with all these questions and wanted to know if my dick was hard just talking about it. She told me I wasn't telling her the truth, because she spyed on me threw the window as I was yerking off to some porn in my cumputer and threaten to tell my parents. The minute I told her I would do anything to keep her from telling them, she knew I was trapped. The next time our parents wet out she took me to her room, pulled my pants down and watcht me get a hard on. The more sexual things she made me do, the more she knew I would do anything she wanted. We went to the same school and walked home two blocks to our apartment building, every day after school. One day I found her sitting in front of our building waiting for me to come home. She took me down to the basement were her two girlfriends were already waiting. She told her girlfriends all about the dirty things I did and would spread the word in school if I din't take my clothes off in front of them. They locked the door and told me hurry up and take them off. I swallowed my embarrassement and took my clothes off and had to stand naked rght in front of them. It was a turn on for my sister to thrill her friends by showing me off naked and told me to show them how I played with myself. I was so hard and excited , it just took a few strokes to shot my sperm all over the floor. I put my clothes back on and waiting a while before getting in the elevator. Two years passed and now my sister has a steady boyfriend, but we act like it never happened.
While on a mini vacation in Cabo - I decided that I could rely on my ummm..."FRIENDS" to watch out for me if I drank with them. Since I am known, amongst them all, as an easy drunk - they "always" watch out for me...uh huh... I had ONE drink, then TWO drinks and then I decided (being of clear mind...again, uh huh)to go for that THIRD drink. While laughing, dancing,singing and some "verrry" slight stumbling - I was becoming amazed at the crowd of guys that were trying to talk to me. Thinking I am ALL THAT, I continued with my laughing, dancing, blah, blah, blah. But it became that even in my "tipsy" daze, I was becoming overwhelmed with the attention. At that time one of my dear, dear "friends" decided to come up and tell me that maybe I should stop wearing my skirt as an almost top - knowing the fact that I had nothing on beneath the skirt that at one time was worn where it should be - It was decided that a quick exit would be best for me - I was led out by my "friends" who could NOT stop laughing - while being followed by many, many men and a few women who kept saying that I did NOT have to leave yet.
I do NOT remember much of this, but my caring "friends" are sweet enough to remind me of this "incident" every now and then!
***Where would we be - without our Friends? eh?***
I'm a 35 year old married man now, but back when I was under 25 I worked in a factory, this one guy started comeing on to me. At first I just brushed it off, but after awhile I started getting interested. At first at shower time it was a slight touch, then it started getting heavier, it was plain what he had in mind. Then one weekend he invited me to his cabin on the lake, I knew what was going to happen, but at that time the thought was exciting, and I went. That weekend I had my first man on man experience, after the first time I felt ashamed and embarrassed, but before the weekend was over that has passed. After that weekend he never tried me again, and shortly afterwards he left the company. I forgot about it. A little later I got married to my at that time girl friend, she never knew, and still doesn't. But last saturday her and I were at that same lake and who should come walking by, the guy that I had given my manhood to. He never said anything, just looked at me and winked, I felt embarrassed but aroused at the same time, then he said, well I see that you're married also, and then walked over to a good looking redhead. Its hard to run away from your past.
I talked to two people over the internet. Lets call them..Jason and Nathan. I became very close to Jason and he revealed the fact the he had a very troubling past and his parents treated him really badly. His friend Allison came online one day and told me he died. So I called her to confirm and she told me it was true. I cried for a week and have never been so depressed. Then..Jason signs in! So im confused for sure. Basically he told me that his mom lied to everyone about his death, and I continued to talk to him despite the fact that I was a tad skeptical of him. Jason had a lot of trust issues and never gave me his address or phone number and insisted that his parents had taken away his phone. I can honestly say I have never been more stupid, I dont know if this has happened to other people. I guess you tend to trust those that listen and are caring and can make you laugh despite the fact they might be lying because you believe that they couldnt possibly lie to you due to your closeness. It didn't end with Jason, he dissappeared about a year after I started talking to him and his friends believed he was put in a foster home (Allison and Nathan) After Jason was gone I talked to Nathan a lot and to my belief fell in love with him. I don't know if it was love all I know is that every time I talked with him I felt a connection I have never felt with anyone else. A sense of amazement just by his words and I still havent gotten over it or felt the same for anyone in real life. Its a little crazy and it scares me that my dream of him was better than any reality I've thus had. Anyway to make a long story short..and by long story I mean around 2 years I told Nathan (who also had trust issues/unable to give out personal information) to call me. Loe and behold he calls me and leaves a strange message on my answering machine that sounds strangely like a voice changer. I check my caller id that says the call came from Colorado, and he lives in California. I call the number back and guess who it is..Allison. In other words Jason is Allison. Nathan is Allison. The man that I dreamt about, loved, wanted to share just one moment with was Allison--a girl. I just wanted to know if this has happened to anyone else, and why these people do this weird stuff? Granted I found out Allison was on meds and such it was still such a weird situation, and weirder yet because I cant get over someone that wasnt real. Lol..yeah that about sums it up..
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