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Until the boy tried to do the same thing again. I was scared though, as the boy was much bigger than me and I thought he would beat me up if I told. My parents came home and I remember thinking that I wanted to tell them. I don’t remember much about the rest of that day, other than he went downstairs and I stayed in my room. He said that I couldn’t tell anyone as he would beat me up if I did, and no one would believe me anyway. I remember being scared and confused, and I remember crying. I can actually still remember, over 30 years later, his laughter and his breath. Being pinned down and having a bigger boy grind on me was bad enough, but he sat up, and ejaculated on me. I remember him laughing and holding me down and just grinding harder. I remember not being happy and saying that I didn’t like what he was doing and asked him to stop. He laid me down on the floor and proceeded lay on top of me and grind his erection into me. He said that sex involved touching and penises and that we needed to touch ours together. I didn’t have either, so I wasn’t feeling uncomfortable yet. I actually remember being fascinated at seeing that he had an erection, and that he had pubic hair.
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I actually do not remember what I said, but he took me back to my room and proceeded to pull down our pants.ĭon’t like ads? Become a supporter and enjoy The Good Men Project ad free He asked me if I wanted to know about sex and if I wanted to know how it felt. I remember looking at the pictures and not really understanding what he was talking about, as I they were just pictures of women without clothes. I remember him leafing through the pages, making comments on what he saw and how it was arousing him.
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I knew that my dad had a collection of porn magazines and I knew that these were somehow involved with the act of sex, so I showed him the stash. I remember being in my room, playing I assume, when he came in and asked if I knew anything about sex. I don’t remember where my parents were going, or the time of year, or anything else about that day other than what transpired with the boy. Our families used to get together fairly often, and my memories of those early times are pretty happy. One of the children was the same age as me, and we got along famously her brother was in his early teens ( 13-15), and though we had little interaction, I thought well enough of him. We had a fairly open and happy relationship with our direct neighbors, and I considered myself friends with the two children that lived there. We lived in a condo complex that was a collection of young families, and for the most part I have great memories of living there. I don’t actually remember how old I was but, based on where I was living at the time, I know I was younger than ten years old when this incident happened. The neighbor boy came into my room and asked if I knew anything about sex.Įditor’s note: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual abuse.