Abused? (ped, Mb*, Mm, msolo)
Author: BbYstander (bbystander2001@yahoo.com)

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Introduction
A man molested me when I was a young boy around eight years old.
He worked for my grandmother as a servant.  He introduced me to
the world of perversion and our little ‘affair’ continued till I
was sixteen years of age.  Now eight years later, not a soul
knows my guilty secret.  The only other person who knew is now
dead.  He was Majid. He was the man who took away my innocence.
This … is my story.

Young Beginners
The first time I saw another boy’s cock was at my grandmother’s
house.  Hanif and Hafiz were the children of my grandmother’s
servant.  Since there were no other kids at my grandmother’s
house, I used to play with them.  Even though they were both
older, (ten and twelve roughly) they did not mind me (then five
or six) hanging around.  The house was very old and very big,
with many corners and secluded areas where we could go hide and
play undisturbed.  One of the games that we used to play was
called “get milk.”  We would take down our shalwars (A loose
baggy pant) one by one and then suck each other’s cocks to get
the ‘milk.’  Often what would happen was that Hanif and Hafiz
would sit down on a bench and I would end up on my knees sucking
both of them one by one. In return they would only suck on me a
little bit.  Sometimes I would complain and they would give me
extra attention.

Hafiz was the only one who got hard.  Whenever he was close to
cumming Hanif would take over from me and he would drink all of
his brother’s “milk.”  I never objected, as I wasn’t sure if I
wanted to drink the “milk” and besides Hanif did not seem like he
wanted to share.  After we were done we would usually end up
doing something else like play soccer.

Secret Lessons
Hanif and Hafiz stopped playing with me when I was around eight.
Perhaps this was because they as they got older the age
difference between us became more apparent.  At about the same
time Majid arrived.  I’m not sure exactly what his job was but
everyone liked him.  He was good with the kids and very loving. 
So when Hanif and Hafiz stopped hanging out with me I took a
liking to Majeed.  He would happily entertain me with jokes and
stories and it was hard not to get attached to him.

Majid’s room was on the second floor attached to the main house
via a small courtyard.  The courtyard led to the drawing room
(living room) where most of the adults usually sat.  At first we
would always sit in front of the adults in the drawing room.  But
soon enough as my mom’s faith in Majid grew she would let me
spend more time in his room.  Because of the way his room was
located no one from the drawing room could see into it even with
the door open.  And since it was located right next to the
drawing room if somebody needed either one of us they could just
call our names instead of getting up and coming in there.  This
provided him with a sense of security that he needed to make his
move.

One day he told me that there were pigeons on the ledge below the
ceiling in his room.  I had to stand on the bed to see them he
said.  I stood on the bed as he instructed and he came up behind
me.  I asked him where were the pigeons as I could see none.  He
put one arm around me and pressed himself against me.  He pointed
up with the other hand and said, “look can’t you see.  Right
there?”  I wasn’t sure why he was holding me so close but I
craned my neck in the direction he pointed. As I did this he
bought his second hand down and cupped my crotch.  I could feel
his hard-on now pushing into my bottom through our clothes.  He
started fondling me and then slowly grinded himself against me. 
He kissed my neck and I felt his fuzzy mustached brushing against
my skin.  At this point I was not sure what was going on but I
said nothing and just stood still.  It felt good in a funny kind
of way.  What he did next surprised me.  Majid stuck his hand
into my shorts stretching the elastic waistband.  I felt his
fingers toying with my tiny cock.  He kissed me on the cheek and
whispered in my ear “Mazza arha hai?” (Does it feel good?)  I
nodded, not able to say anything.  He whispered again, “Bohat
mazza araha hai na?” (Does it feel really good?)  This time I
responded with a yes.  He kissed me again and told me he loved me
very much.  He kept grinding into me and I found myself wishing
he would never stop.  Suddenly we heard my Mom call me. 
Immediately he stopped.  I yelled to her I was coming.  As I
turned around to go Majid grabbed my arm and asked me to promise
not to tell anyone.  I nodded and left.

Please Sir May I Have Some More?
Once you start you just can’t stop.  The mantra held true for my
relationship with Majid.  He played with me at every opportunity,
and if there was none he would create it.  Once he became so bold
that he humped me while my cousin and little brother were in his
room.  We were all standing up on the bed and looking towards the
ceiling for “pigeons.”  I felt him come up behind me and hump me
slowly; one hand would brush my cock occasionally as my cousin
and brother stood gawking at the ceiling. No one seemed to
notice.

Around this time my mom had started helping my dad with his
business. This meant that she had to drop my brother and I off at
our grandmother’s house after school while she was busy at work.
Around two in the afternoon everyone at my grandmother’s house
took a nap till four or five, including my little brother.  I was
left alone to do what ever as I was a “big boy.” The minute
everyone was asleep I would go to Majid’s room.

I remember one occasion when even Majid himself was asleep.  I
shook him lightly and he did not stir.  But then I saw him blink
once and understood he was playing.  So I took his cock in my
tiny hands and started playing with it.  He was wearing a shalwar
so it was easy to fondle it. (A shalwar is a baggy, very loose
pant worn in the Indian Subcontinent.  It is a light material
since the weather is generally warm). Finally he opened his eyes.
He yawned and looked at me.  He held out his arms and I went
forward. He pulled me on top of him and started kissing me as his
hands roamed my tiny frame. He got off the bed and pulled down
his shalwar.  He took my hand and put it on his now naked cock. 
As it grew in my hand it seemed enormous.  My small hand barely
fit around it.  He held my hand gently and guided it up and down
the shaft.  Then he asked me to kiss it.  Eager to please I
leaned forward and kissed the head.  I heard him sigh.  He asked
me to kiss it some more and then suck on it.  I remembered Hanif
and Hafiz so I took the head in my mouth and tried to suck on it
but my jaw hurt and I pulled it out.  He asked me what was wrong
and I told him it was too big.  He smiled at me with a look of
satisfaction and said it was ok and kissed me on the lips.

He picked me up and stood me up on the bed facing him.  Off came
my shorts and white briefs exposing my little prick.  He started
playing with me and then kissing my cock. I was too young to get
hard but I still enjoyed the “funny” feeling.  Finally after a
few minutes he stopped playing with my cock and stood up against
me.  He took his cock in his hand and started rubbing it against
my little pego.  He put one hand on my buttocks and then pressed
himself into me.  His hard-on was now pressed between both our
thighs and he started grinding back and forth.  He then stopped
and adjusted my cock so it rested against his and started rubbing
again. I loved the delicious sensation as our pricks rubbed
against each other’s and he kept kissing me again and again
telling me how much he loved me and that he knew I would never
tell anyone.  He was right, I wouldn’t.
	
Literally Hard
My memories become a blur at this point.  I don’t remember if
anything of significance occurred between that time and when I
hit puberty.  But things changed a lot after that.  For one thing
naturally I was able to get hard and produce semen.  I also found
quiet by accident that my parents had a large collection of
novels that had the occasional sex passage.  I got my hands on
those and hid them one at a time going through them and jerking
off to them. My mom also had a large collection of Vogue
Magazines that I would thumb through marking all the lingerie
adds.  I would jerk off to those as well eventually going so far
that I would hump the images cumming on them.  Once I was playing
war with my brother and pretending to retreat I made a dash for
the storage room where the bulk of the old issues of vogue were
stored.  I locked the door pretending to play the game.  While my
brother stood outside mocking me I took off my pants and
underwear and pulled out my favorite lingerie model.  It was a
two-page ad and featured a light brown haired girl in lacy white
panties and a bra.  I put it on the ground and lay down atop it.
I placed my cock against the image so that the head was touching
her lips and the shaft was between the breasts and then
sandwiched it between the magazine and my leg.  I started
grinding so my leg would rub over my cock till I came onto the
picture of the girl.  By this time my brother was frustrated and
left yelling that he was done.  I cleaned up inside with a tissue
that I had kept in my pocket for that purpose and went outside to
gloat claiming victory since my bro had given up.

Daytime Trysts with a twist of vouyerism.
As my brother and I grew older we did not go to our grandmother’s
house as often as we used too. Our mother figured we did not need
baby-sitting anymore and my dad’s office had moved to the
basement of our house.  Perhaps this prompted Majid to start
visiting our house.  He would come often, usually once a week and
stay till the evening.  During the daytime my parents would be
downstairs in the office but my brother who was now eight or so
was a problem, especially since both of us shared a room.  Add to
that we had several house servants who would be moving around the
house doing housework.  Majid and I discovered the safest area to
play our games was the roof of the house. There was only one
entrance with a door that we could hear open and close.  Plus it
was L-Shaped so if we stood around the corner we could not be
seen by anyone who had come onto the roof until the walked about
ten feet or so in our direction.

My brother was not as attached to Majid as I was.  He did not
ever care to join us or come looking for me unless he needed
something.  So the only ones we had to worry about were the
servants who came up occasionally.  So Majid and I would play
with each other on the roof with abandon.  I would wear loose
clothing like shalwar which was easier to take off and put on and
also hid hard-ons well because it was a loose dress.  The
material was thin and we could fondle each other through the
shalwar very easily. There were planters on the roof on which we
would sit down and play with each other.  I remember the first
time we went on the roof.  After a quick kiss Majid pulled down
my shalwar.  He took my cock in his hands and started licking the
shaft before taking it in his mouth.  I wasn’t very big so he
could take it in all the way without much of a problem.  I stood
there enjoying his tongue around my cock.  From where I stood I
could look below to the street, and watch as people walked by or
cars drove by clueless to the fact that the young boy who was
looking down upon them had his cock buried in an older man’s
mouth. When I felt myself get near the point of no return I
started to humping Majid’s mouth but he stopped me and pulled me
out.  He led me to the wall and I leaned against it with my back
turned to him.  He took down his shalwar and placed a hand on my
buttocks caressing them lightly.  I pushed my buttocks out
further to try and meet his finger.  He grabbed me by the hips
pushed his tool against my buttocks.  The head was pointing
straight down so he wasn’t trying to enter me.  Instead he
started humping me slowly at first and then faster and faster
till he built a steady rhythm.   As he humped me he caressed by
back and ran his fingers along my chest.  Occasionally he would
grab my cock with one hand and jerk me off.  As he did this he
whispered in my ear asking if I liked it.  I half nodded half
whimpered a yes.  I was too busy enjoying his cock lodged between
my buttocks to answer.

Guilty Pleasure
I lived in a conservative society and being born in a well to do
family I lead a rather sheltered life compared to most kids even
in my culture.  Thus my knowledge of sex and such was very
little.  I did not even know exactly what sex was till I found
those books in my parents bookshelf.  Those gave me a clearer
idea of the nature of my relationship with Majid.  I also began
to have a sense that what we were doing was wrong.  For one thing
not a single book I had come across had any kind of gay sex.  I
thought that I was the only one in the world that happened to. 
Thus I felt alone and confused.  Despite that I could not help
but go along with Majid every opportunity we got.  I was a slave
to my desires.

Like a Virgin?
When my friends talk about sex I say I am a virgin and damn proud
of it.  I just haven’t found the right person yet that is all. 
In a way I am.  I have never done anything with a girl.  But with
a guy …. Well there was Majid.  I lost my ‘gay virginity’ one
afternoon and almost got caught in the process of loosing it. 
Majid and I were playing on the uppermost landing of the stairs
to the roof.  The door had been crooked for sometime and could
not be closed properly.  Thus we needed to be more careful as
previously the sound of the door opening was our warning signal.
At first I was leaning over the railing (it was solid concrete)
and he was behind me dry humping me.  I could keep a watch out
for anyone coming upstairs that way.  After a while when it
seemed like no one was going to come up Majid and I switched
places.  He pulled down my shalwar slightly so that my cock was
exposed.  He spit in his hand and started rubbing the saliva into
my cock.  He spit again and this time worked on the head.  He
turned, leaned over the railing, pulled down his shalwar and let
it drop to the floor.  He then reached around behind him and
pulled my cock so that the head was lodged between his butt
cheeks pointing at the crack in his ass.  He told me to push. 
Instinct took over and I placed my hands on his buttocks and
pushed inwards till I felt the head enter the crack of his anus.
I couldn’t control myself as the warmth engulfed me.  I bucked my
hips, the head dislodged and I started coming.  At the same time
I heard someone coming up the stairs below. I quickly pulled,
still shooting. The last of my cum landed on Majid’s buttocks and
I quickly pulled up my shalwar.  I ran downstairs bumping into
the servant who was running up.  This slowed him down and gave
Majid enough time to pull his shalwar on.  Majid and I did not
touch each other the rest of the day having been sufficiently
freaked out. He left soon after.  But I know this for sure, as he
was walking home, my cum was still dripping down from his ass.

Bathroom Break
Finding private places to enjoy each other was always an issue. 
One day while there were some men working on the roof we had to
look for a new place.  On the second floor of our three-story
house was a small bathroom under the stairwell that the servants
would use.  On this day the servants were out of the house and my
mother and father both were away too.  My bro was the only one in
the house and he was watching a movie upstairs.  Majid and I
slipped into the bathroom in hopes of a quickie.  It was a very
tight space with only a water closet and maybe a foot of clear
space in front.  I went in first and Majid squeezed in behind. 
Our bodies pressed against each other’s and due to the heat in
such a small space we were both dripping sweat within minutes. 
Majid and I kissed for a minute and he placed my hand on his cock
and made me play with it.  He unbuttoned my jeans and stuck his
hand inside.  He played with my cock through my briefs and then
finally turned me around.  I pulled down my jeans to my knees and
he tugged at my underwear managing to get it down to my thighs. 
I leaned forward against the wall. I was feeling very dirty and
my cock hard as a rock.  Majid pulled down his shalwar and pushed
his cock, against my buttocks. It was hot and sweaty and the
friction between our bodies was delicious. I closed my eyes as he
began to hump me.  I felt his hand close around the shaft of my
cock and then suddenly there was a knock on the door.  Drat my
brother had found me.  He wanted to know why I was in the
servant’s bathroom.  I made an excuse and asked what he wanted. 
The cursed VCR’s head had gone bad and he couldn’t find the head
cleaner.  I told him where it was and that I’d be right up. He
reluctantly agreed still curious as to why I was in that
bathroom.  After a minute I opened the door and stuck my head
out.  There was no one there and we both escaped.

Frustrations
As I grew older and older it became harder to find privacy.  We
would close the door to my room and lock it but my dad disliked
it and forbade that I should lock the door.  Add to that my
brother who was much older and thus more perceptive.  All these
factors seemed to conspire against us so that the best we could
manage was short (and I mean short) dry humping session or a
quick feel.

Bedtime Stories
Majid as it turned out was a determined man.  He talked to my
mother and asked her if could stay with us on the odd weekends
and such as he liked spending time with us kids.  My mother of
course had no objections.   And thus began a new chapter in my
relationship with Majid.  Around this time I was known as a night
owl in my family.  I used to stay up late to work on comics that
I used to draw as a hobby.  This was a perfect excuse.  While
everyone was asleep in the house Majid and I had a whole room to
ourselves with little fear of discovery.

While my parents and brother were asleep soundly thinking I was
working hard on my comics, I would be stripping buck naked
getting ready for the wanton pleasures that Majid was to give me.
 I loved being naked.  Perhaps I should describe us somewhat at
this point.  I was a slender 14-year-old boy. The curve of my
hips stood out slightly and they were soft.  I don’t recall how
big my cock was but it was longer then Majid who was not very
big.  Majid was a short stocky man.  His tummy protruded out
slightly and his buttocks were big and round.  They were also
very soft and I loved holding onto them.  His cock was short but
very thick.

While I would stand before him completely naked he would usually
do away with his shalwar leaving his shirt on except on rare
occasions.  We would always start the same way.  We would stand
facing each other and play with each other for a while.  Then we
would kiss.  He would hold both of our cocks and cross them so
the heads were pointing in the opposite directions but the shafts
were touching.  He would then press against me and I would grab
onto his buttocks and press back.  This way our cocks would be
jammed between our legs while we were rubbing against each other.
 He would then place his hands on my buttocks, sinking a finger
occasionally in my anus and we would grind into each other.  I
loved this.  I would enjoy the sensation that the friction
between our cocks would produce and how my naked body would feel
against his.  He would try and slip his tongue in my mouth as we
kissed but because he smoked I did not like how it tasted so I
would clamp my teeth shut and just grind into him harder and dig
my finger in his buttocks.  He would like this and pull back
moaning in approval.

After a while I would lie down on the floor.  Majid would get on
top of me in the six-nine position and we would suck each other
off.  I did not like this position as I had to carne my neck to
get his cock in my mouth.  Often I ended up scraping my teeth
against it and that hurt him.  Still I tried my best but I was
not good.  While I was sucking him his anus would stare at me.  I
though about sucking it and kissing it but never gathered the
courage to do so.  I regret it to this day. The sixty-nine
sessions would never last long because of how bad I was.  So
Majid would just give up and get up off me.  He would then sit
next to me and play with my cock for a while.  Then he would
place a cushion next to my butt and ask me to roll over.  I would
do as he asked making sure the head of my cock was under my thigh
so I could rub it between my leg and pillow.  Majid would then
get on top of me and start to push his hard-on into my ass crack.
 This was painful for me.  His cock was very thick.  I would ask
him to stop and he would.  He would always ask “Kiya barra hai?”
(Is it big?)  I would say yes.  He would then ask if it was very
big and I would say yes it’s very big.  This would please him and
he would kiss my buttocks and then push his cock between the
cheeks so the head was pointing downwards away from my ass crack.
 He would then hump me for half an hour or so occasionally
kissing me on the neck and back.  As he humped me the motions
caused my cock rub against my thigh creating wonderful
sensations.

Dirty Pleasures
On one of our weekend nights Majid decided on a chance of scenery
and we went into the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom
where we usually played.  Majid led me in and he sat down on the
edge of the bathtub.  I was already naked as usual.  He started
kissing my cock and then took all of me in his mouth and suckled
me gently, occasionally flicking the head of my penis with his
tongue. After a while he grabbed me by the buttocks and made me
fuck his mouth.   He stopped and asked me to spit in his hand and
he rubbed my spit into crack of my butt.  He started running his
fingers along my ass back and forth, slowly at first, then harder
digging into me and took my cock back in his mouth as he did
this.  I felt I was ready to explode and then just at the right
moment he stopped and pulled me out.  I was not happy. I was
horny as hell and craved release.  He held me firmly by my dick
and led me to the sink.  He removed his shirt and tossed it aside
his back was still facing me.  Immediately I pressed my naked
body against his.  My cock was still slick with his saliva and it
rubbed deliciously between his buttocks.  He opened the water and
soaped his hand.  He gently pushed me off him and worked the soap
on my cock and balls till I felt I was going to explode again. 
He stopped immediately but maintained a firm grip on the base of
my penis.  He leaned forward pushing his huge buttocks out
towards me.  As he did this he pulled me to him till the head of
my member was lodged against his anus.  He braced himself against
the sink and told me to push.  I felt the head of my cock slip
through, I kept going and my shaft snaked in through the tight
walls of his anus.  I felt the pressure building around my penis.
I pushed in till I felt my pelvis grind to a halt against his
soft buttocks.  I looked at Majid’s face in the mirror.  His eyes
were closed and his mouth hung open slightly.  He pushed back
against ramming his buttocks against my pelvis.  I shuddered with
pleasure and pulled out slightly only to push back in.  I started
to thrust short, shallow strokes.  Majid told me to slow down but
it was too late.  I started spurting semen inside his ass bucking
my hips with each shot.  Majid’s face contorted and he reached
around slammed his hand onto my buttocks bringing me as far into
him as possible. I was buried to the hilt unable to move as he
tried to pull me in deeper.  We stood there, my cock still jammed
in him as he jerked off and came into the sink.  I found myself
wishing it were me that he was coming on but did not have the
nerve to ask.

Conculsion
I am now twenty-four. Majid died a few years back but I ended our
sordid affair soon after my sixteenth birthday.  It was perhaps
one of the hardest things I had to do.  Part of it was out of
fear of getting AIDS as I was not his only partner.  But there
was more, a lot more.  I hated him.

It’s strange for almost eight years whenever I was around him,
all I wanted was to take off my clothes and start “playing.”  But
at the same time I still loathed him.  I felt like I had no
choice, that he had a power over me and I felt afraid that if
someone found out, everyone would hate me.  I never thought about
ending it till I was fifteen. It’s amazing that it took seven
years for me to realize that he could not tell on me without telling on
himself.   And even then it took over a year to gather enough
courage to tell him to go to hell.

Yet even now I still find myself wishing that I could go back and
do things with him that we did not do.  It’s strange, as I’ve
said so many times already, I wonder would I have done so if he
had first approached me at an age where I understood what it was
he was doing to me?  I don’t know.  I will never know.  But I do
know that being molested as a child affected me somehow.  I’m not
sure how much of who I am now, my desires and such have been
shaped by that experience.  But all in all I think I’m OK. 
That’s a good thing.  I’m OK.
