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Subject: {ASSM} Jeff's Story (Vivid m/b forced)
Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 20:10:05 -0500
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This is a story that may be unpleasant and repulsive to many readers.
If you don't want to visit the seedy world of child molestation then
don't read it. I have given space for a very detailed and vivid
description of an actual molestation.

Unlike the garbage that gets posted where the children beg for it, I
am going after reality. I depict the agony and feelings of
worthlessness that follow.

If you are a minor, then close the window and leave. If you are a
child abuser, or ever fantasize about doing it, then try to understand
what really happens. Go ahead and masturbate while reading the scene,
but leave it at that. Leave the children alone.

So much for the sermon. Thank you for reading. Email me with comments.
I answer every email.

Jeff's Story, Part 1


The run down apartment was above a closed down department store. It
had a small living room, a tiny kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom
with a cluster of a sink, a rust-stained toilet, and a small bathtub.
Jeff's mom slept in the larger bedroom, and Jeff had the other, which
wasn't much bigger than a large closet. His bed consisted of an old
mattress on the floor, and his clothes were in a cardboard box. The
door would not open all the way because the mattress took up almost
all of the floor space, and left only a little more than a foot and a
half gap.

Jeff was a quiet, scrawny 10 year old boy. He tried to be happy in his
circumstances, and always tried to encourage his mother, who was
always depressed. The truth is, actually, Jeff's mother was addicted
to crack, and earned her drug money by entertaining men in her home.
She received food stamps, but sold most of them for fifty cents on the
dollar to get money for drugs and cigarettes, just saving back enough
to get a few boxes of cheap cold cereal to feed Jeff.

Jeff's mother instructed him specifically that when she had a visitor,
he was to go into his room and shut and latch the door. It had a hook
and eyelet latch on the inside. He was not to come out until the
visitor left. Some of her "guests", as she called them, came by
appointment, but she solicited some on the street. If the latter was
the case, she would act like the key in the front door lock was being
stubborn, and the fidgeting with the keys was Jeff's signal to quickly
and quietly go into his room and latch the door. He always cooperated
with his mother's wishes. After all, she was all he had.

After the guest would leave, his mom would tap on his door and tell
him that it was alright to come out. Many times Jeff would have to
wait 4 or 5 hours, and if his mom entertained them overnight, he would
not be able to come out at all. He kept an old three pound coffee can
in his room so he could pee when he had to, since he could not come
out to use the bathroom during those times.

School was out for the summer. Jeff liked school, because he could get
away from the dingy apartment and his mother for a while, and get
breakfast and a hot lunch everyday. He dreaded summer vacation,
because there were few places for him to go, so he was forced to stay
inside most of the time. Their apartment was in an old, run down part
of the business district, and there were no other children around for
him to play with. They had an old black and white TV, but he could
only get one station, and it did not give very good reception. He did
go the library to get books., and he spent a lot of time reading.

One night Jeff was eating a bowl of corn flakes. There wasn't any
milk, so he put water on them. He had some stale, plain bread to eat
with it. He heard the door at the street open and shut, and two sets
of footprints on the stairs. He knew what that meant without his
mother's signal, but she fidgeted with the keys anyway. He was already
safely in his room with the door latched. There was a small hole in
the door, and Jeff watched through it while his mother and her guest
entered. This guy was becoming a regular, his fourth visit in two
weeks. He was dressed in a shirt and tie, like he worked in an office.
He looked about 30 or so. They went back into her room and shut the
door.

They were in there less than a half hour when Jeff heard them come
out. Jeff thought it was unusual, this short of a visit. His mother
tapped on his door.

She sounded upset. "Jeff, you can come out now."

He unlatched and opened his bedroom door, but to his surprise, the man
was standing there in his boxer shorts. All he saw of his mother was
her backside as she quickly went into her bedroom and shut the door.
Jeff was very frightened. He tried to shut his door back, but the man
pushed hard on it, came in, and closed it back and latched it.

"Well, kid, it's just you and me."

"Where's my mom? What did you do to her?"

"She`s getting high, so she`ll be fine. I gave her 15 rocks for this
privilege. Now you do what I say, and you and your mom won't get
hurt." Jeff wanted to scream for his mom, but he was too scared. He
just stood there on his mattress, terrified, and nodded. The man
sounded calm, but very firm. "Take off your clothes, all of them."

Jeff was so scared he froze. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair
of old gym shorts, the same clothes he wore to bed every night. He
just stood there looking frightened.

"Look, kid. You won't get hurt if you just do what I say. I am telling
you to strip, and you better do it and fast." Jeff fearfully pulled
off his t-shirt and pulled down his gym shorts and stepped out of
them. He was not wearing any underwear.

The man put his hands on Jeff's little penis and rubbed around
stroking it and his tiny scrotum. He sounded out of breath as he said,
"It feel's good, doesn't it, kid?"

Jeff felt like dirt as the man fondled his tiny genitals. It did not
feel good, and Jeff didn't answer.

"Answer me, kid, and tell me it fucking feels good!" He continued
violating Jeff, fondling his genitals with his right hand. An erection
was causing the man's boxer shorts to stick out.

Jeff was scared, and he whimpered, "Yes, sir. It feels real good." 
The man put his hands on Jeff's shoulders and lowered him down to his
knees on the mattress. He pulled off his boxers, and his dick stood
up.

"OK, kid, now it is time for you to make me feel good. Just do what I
say, and I won't hurt you or your mom. You want to suck on my dick,
don't you?"

 Jeff shook his head `no'.

"You don't understand, kid. I think you had better change your way of
thinking. I will only ask you one more time, and you better answer
right this time. You want to suck on my dick, don't you?"

Jeff nodded affirmatively, only out of fear. The poor child's eyes
showed how terrified and sick he felt about the situation that his
mother had allowed him to be put in.

He squeezed Jeff`s shoulder hard and pulled him toward him, giving him
a rough shake. "Kid, you need to tell me. TELL ME!"

Jeff sobbed. "Tell you what?"

"Quit the fucking crying right now, kid. You need to tell me that you
want to suck my dick."

"I want to suck your dick." Jeff was not at all convincing, but
whimpered it weakly. He felt like he wanted to die.

"If you want it, then beg for it, kid BEG FOR IT!"

He tried hard not to cry. His voice was quivering. "Please let me suck
your dick." Tears flooded his eyes.

"OK, kid, since you asked, I'll let you." He clinched the hair on the
back of Jeff's head and pulled it to his hard cock. "Go ahead, kid,
suck on it. Move the inside of your mouth and your tongue all over it.
Suck it, kid." He continued holding the hair on the back of Jeff's
head, moving it so his dick went in and out, like he was fucking
Jeff's head. The back of Jeff's mouth hurt as the head of the man's
penis bumped against it repeatedly. "That's it, kid, that's it." The
man kept pulling and pushing on the helpless child's head.

Jeff felt the man's penis get larger, as his head was being more
rapidly jerked. Then the man shoved the boy's head hard up against his
body. Jeff's nose and eyes were pressed into the man's pubic hairs
Jeff gagged as shot after shot of warm semen flew into the back of his
mouth. "Swallow it kid, it is good for you." The man's body jerked
with each shot.  Jeff swallowed the semen, mainly to keep from choking
on it. Then the man pulled Jeff's head free.

He shoved Jeff down on the mattress and put his hand over the boy's
throat. "Listen very carefully, kid. Nobody better find out about
this, you got it?"

Jeff nodded, scared and sick. 

"Good. You know what will happen to you and your mother if anybody
ever does?"

Jeff shook his head no.

"You and your mom will be dead, kid. And I'll burn this place to the
ground. So don't tell anybody. You got it?"

Jeff nodded. The man went out into the main room. He left after
retrieving his clothes and getting dressed. His mother was still in
her room, and Jeff just lay there naked, sobbing. He felt very sick,
and vomited into his pee can. Then he rolled over, buried his face in
his pillow, and cried all night.  The pain did not go away.

He had been violated, and a part of him died that night. What the man
did to this boy was evil to the utmost degree, but that was not what
hurt Jeff the most. What hurt him the most was that he had been
violated by the betrayal of his mother, who he had stood by all of his
life, right or wrong. He couldn't stop crying.

He was still crying when daylight peeked into the small window in his
room. The door was latched. His mother tapped on the door. "Jeff, are
you OK?"

He didn't answer, he just cried harder. "Jeff, open the door." He
didn't. "Jeff, open it now!" Still no response. "I will push it if you
don't." A little screwed-in eyelet was all that held the latch, and it
would have come out, so he unhooked it and laid back down, putting his
still naked little body under his blanket.. His mother opened the
door.

"Are you OK?" He just stared at the wall away from her. He was very
hurt and angry.

"What did he do to you?"

He began to sob uncontrollably. 

"Calm, down, Jeff, and tell me. What did he do?"

"You tricked me, Mom. Why?" He couldn't stop crying.

She sounded angry. "I am sick, Jeff. You don't understand. You have it
so damned good! Stop your blabbering and crying. Grow up and get over
it!"

He stopped crying and looked very angry.

"Did he hurt you?"

"He didn't beat me up or anything like that." His eyes were red from a
long night of crying, and tears had dampened his bedding.

"What did he do to you?"

"Get out, Mom. I don't want to talk about it."

"I didn't want him hurting you. Did he just go inside your mouth?"

Jeff nodded `yes' and cried some more.

"Good. I told him that was all he could do. You will be fine. Just
forget about it and get over it."

Jeff was not consoled one bit by his mother's "concern" for his
safety. She had betrayed his trust and would never get it back.

"Come out, son, and get something to eat. You will feel better."

"I'm not hungry. Just leave me alone!"

She shut the door and left him in there. He cried for a couple more
hours and finally cried himself to sleep.

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Look for Jeff's Story, Part 2
billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com

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