Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 19:40:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Frank Bresnak <fbresnak94@yahoo.com>
Subject: Molested, and liked it...

Hey- hope you like the story...

F. Bresnak


Molested and liked it...


The summer of my eighteenth year was an interesting one. I lost my
virginity in oh so many ways. I had a girlfriend, and I was totally into
her. She graced me one summers eve by making me a man, but that is a story
for another time... This story is about defining manhood.

I also lost my innocence that summer. A teacher, of sorts, taught me more
than I bargained for. We had been out to a concert with lots of friends
that night, but in the end, all that remained were the two of us. I suppose
I should have known what I was in for when he crawled into my bed that
night, but either it was the booze, or just plain ole' curiosity that
started the ball rolling. I was dressed only in my boxers, he climbed in
with a t-shirt and tighter boxers of his own.

Laying on my back, I was half passed out, half trying to stop the room from
spinning, when I felt his hand on my crotch. I was in no position to
protest when he slipped his hand between the whole in the front of my
shorts, and grabbed my manhood. Strangely, I had no objection to him doing
as he pleased. I quickly became hard as a rock, and he began to jack me
off. I have to admit, I was liking it. Then, all of a sudden, his mouth had
replaced his hand. I was liking that even more. In my stupefied state, I
remember thinking that I owed him somehow. Pleasure him as he was pleasing
me now. For some reason, I was an asshole, and didn't return the favor. I
guess I was a little freaked out and all.

I didn't take the opportunity to please him this minute, because I was
about to shoot a load, and into a MAN!?!? I came for what felt like
forever, and he gulped down every drop. (I did eventually "repay" him, but
that is a story for another time...). Sobering up rather quickly, I rushed
off to the toilet, and cleaned up. He pretended to go to sleep, but I knew
better. I went outside for a smoke, to clear my head. Sitting outside,
naked, having just been blown by a man, and enjoying the event -- even
feeling "guilty" for not having gotten him off, I smoked my smoke. Not
knowing what to do after the second cigarette, I went back upstairs, and
back into the bed!!! I lost my nerve when he slowly put his had on my ass,
and began massaging my glory hole. I got scared and fled, into another
room, for the rest of the night. We didn't talk much about it the next day,
or any day for a long time to come, but my world had gotten more confusing,
I had been molested, and I liked it.