#Abuse #Gay #Rape #Tween #Virgin
By Timothy
When I was 11 yo, I was sexually abused by a group of boys.
I want to share with you something that happened to me when I was 11 years old back in the 1970’s. I have never told anyone about this and tried to bury it over the years. However, I have been persuaded that sharing the story will help with my mental health.
Let me first say that I am a straight male and have been all my life, which is why this event impacted me so hard.
I had gone for a bike ride with a mate from school and some of his friends. We rode over to where my friends mates lived and then a bunch of us rode for quite a distance down a disused railway line which had been converted to a country walk.
After about an hour of riding, we turned off the main trail onto a narrow dirt path which rose steeply for about a mile until we got to a section that was so steep that we had to get off and push. I had no idea where we were going.
Eventually we got to a thickly wooded plateau with a shallow cave at the rear before the trail rose steeply again.
We stopped on the plateau to have a drink and something to eat from our back packs.
There was a lot of friendly banter going back and forward which morphed into exaggerated sexual stories. No one believed the tales that were being told, but we went along with them.
I joined in with the stories but I had not had any experience at all in that department so I was very unconvincing – even less so than the rest of them. Some of the kids I had only just met began calling me out. One of them said that they bet I had not had sex because I had a little dick. Obviously I disputed that , but they were pushing back, even my actual mate.
I kept trying to change the subject but they were like a dog with a bone and wouldn’t leave it.
After many denials about the size of my dick, one of the lads, called Pete, said that he thought they should have a look at my dick to settle the argument. I laughed and told him to fuck off, but he was serious and he and the other lads jumped up and grabbed me.
I fought but their combined strength was too much for me and I was dragged to my feet and my arms were pinned behind my back.
Pete unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them to my ankles. I stood there in my white y-fronts and to my horror, my cock began to harden. To this day I have no idea why that happened, it just did.
Look lads, he is getting all hard, one of them shouted, just before Pete pulled down my underpants and my cock sprung out. I do have quite a big dick and it was pretty large even back then, so for a few long seconds, the catcalls stopped and I felt all eyes on my dick, which seemed to make it even harder.
One of the guys gave my cock a slap, and the rest of the group laughed out loud whilst my penis swayed back and forth. To tell the truth, I don’t remember the slap hurting particularly, but it seemed to embolden the group to touch and squeeze my dick and to take my balls in hand.
There was one lad, Steve, who looked at me differently than the others. I wasnt sure why, but he made me nervous. He sidled up to me and stood behind me. He got my captor to raise my hands further up my back to get a look at my bottom.
I heard him make approving noises before he began to rub his hands over my exposed bum. I clenched my cheeks together to stop him pushing his finger between them.
My jumper was pulled off and my t-shirt. My arms were tied behind my back with one of the arms from my jumper. I was bundled onto the floor and my trousers and underpants were pulled off me, the latter being shoved into my mouth. I was again dragged to my feet and stood naked before the group.
The maltreatment had not lessened my erection for some reason and a couple of the lads decided to begin touching me. They did acknowledge that I did not have a tiny dick, in fact they seemed fascinated by it.
They began to dare each other to first touch it, then hold it and then to wank it. Against my will, it felt nice. They were not hurting me, although some of the wankings were faster and harder than I would do myself.
One of them got his own dick out. It wasnt quite as long as my own and was much straighter and thinner than mine. He was clearly aroused and approached me with a huge smile on his face. He took my dick, pointed it up to the sky, placed his own against it and grabbed both shafts in one hand. He slowly began to wank me and himself off at the same time.
I was very grossed out by having another boys dick against my own, but the wanking felt good despite the discomfort. After he had done it for a couple of minutes, he dared the others to do the same. So, one after the other, some reluctantly, I had some very small dicks rubbed up and down my shaft as they cheered each other on.
Just when I thought they were going to let me go, Steve piped up saying that my bottom was just like a girls. This brought great hilarity to the group, some of whom were a bit pissed off that my cock was bigger than theirs, so seemed to relish the renewed attack on my body.
I was pushed face down onto the floor with my cock pressed onto the rough ground. My bum cheeks were stroked, grabbed, and pinched by many hands. My cheeks were prised apart and my bum crack was explored by fingers. Fingers probed my bum hole.
Steve lowered himself down on top of me and I discovered he had lowered his trousers and underpants and I felt his hot penis on my cold buttocks. He rubbed himself over my delicate cheeks before pressing himself between my buttocks. He began humping my bottom, sliding his penis along my ass crack over and over.
I could feel wetness being transferred from his dick to my asscrack making it slick and a bit sticky. After a bit he knelt up and manhandled his cock so the tip was right against my bum hole. I had no idea what was coming next and was traumatised when he started pushing his dick into my bottom hole. It hurt like crazy.
Gradually, he forced my sphincter wider, poking the hot tip inside me. The harder he pushed, the further inside me it went, stinging and stretching as it went. Although his dick was not at all large or wide, it felt like a baseball bat was being forced in.
Something seemed to give and he slid in, his balls slapping against my legs and lower bum cheeks. He then started thrusting in and out for a minute or two, it felt much longer, before I felt a pulsing inside my bum hole and the heat increased inside me.
He eased his cock out of my bottom and I could feel warm liquid run down over my balls.
Another body lay on top of me and a smaller cock probed between my cheeks until it found its target and thrust inside. The opening to my bum was on fire, stinging so much as the invading shaft chafed the skin.
I could feel the cock rubbing on the walls of my rectum producing the sensation that I needed to move my bowels. Again came the pulsing and warmth flooded my inside.
The next lad didn’t want to enter me, but he did want to get himself off on my soft cheeks. He took my t-shirt and dried my arse before mounting me and rubbed his hard little dick between my cheeks. I could feel his hot hard balls pressing onto my buttocks as he writhed on top of me.
After a couple of minutes he reared up, wanking furiously until he release a few spurts of juvenile semen onto my bottom.
The next guy again used my shirt to clean me off before rubbing himself against my abused bottom.
He was thrusting between my cheeks for what seemed like ages, but he did not try to enter me. He was obviously finding it difficult to get off, so he climbed off and hauled me to my knees. I was held firmly, my underpants were pulled out of my mouth to be replaced by a small hard dick.
My stomach turned and I tried to move my head away, but it was being held tight. I was instructed to put my lips around the shaft and to keep my teeth out of the way. I couldnt believe that my face was being fucked. I think I was in shock.
Someone was touching my penis, which was now flaccid, and began rubbing the soil and bits of grit off it. The action caused it to stiffen, despite my forced blowjob and my stinging bottom hole.
When it was fully erect, I felt warm lips close around it and a warm wet tongue wound its way over the head and around the shaft. It felt pretty damned good. The tongue made its way down my shaft and onto my balls.
At the same time I could feel hot breath on my arse and a tongue exploring between my buttocks.
I found myself involuntarily thrusting into the mouth which enclosed my cock. I could feel my orgasm rising and I think my felator could somehow tell as he took my dick out of his mouth and used his hand to bring me to orgasm. It felt amazing as my preteen cock pulsed and pulsed delivering a mostly dry orgasm.
The guy in my mouth was not so juvenile and shot a reasonably large load into my mouth.
I was release and I fell to the floor gaging and spitting, my cock still pulsing the last of my climax.
I looked up to see a circle of faces staring at me. Quite the whore aren’t you? One of them said. I ignored him.
You have one fine arse, another said, so tight.
I felt degraded, used and humiliated – especially as I had enjoyed parts of it so much that I got off. But the more I thought about it the sicker I felt about the experience.
Riding home was agony. The bicycle seat on my asshole hurt like the devil. It was many days before the pain went away, but the shame never went away and is still with me.
I still live not far from where I grew up and I often see the guys that abused me on that day. They never look me in the eye, so I guess they still remember too.
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By Timothy
#Abuse #Gay #Rape #Tween #Virgin
