I was molested as a child and I liked it.
First off, I am a guy but lots of twists to this tale.
I was always a small skinny kid and had mostly girl cousins to play with.
My older brother hated me hanging around with him so I rarely did.
Anyway, one day it was raining and I was watching my cousins play ‚Äòdress-up’.
My older cousin asked if I wanted to play and said they would lock the door.
I agreed and just put a large dress over my clothing. The game quickly changed Sunday dresses.
I was gonna leave and they convinced me to stay and that no one would know.
I took off my shirt and put on the dress but left my short pants on.
They all head on tights and the shiny little shoes. I felt stupid and started to undress and leave.
As time went on they convinced me to takeoff my short pants and put on the tights and the shiny shoes.
Then they stood with me in the mirror and I pretty much look like a girl with short hair.
As things progressed again I tried to leave.
They told me I could leave if I went out on the back porch dressed up.
I figured I can run out there and run back in quickly but as I got out the door they closed it behind me and locked it.
The yard was pretty big so I made it around the front and sat on the porch.
The rain slowed down and I knocked on the front door.
Just then the older men that live next-door had gone out to get his mail and saw me sitting there.
He asked if I wanted to come in for a while and I realized he didn’t know I was a boy.
He got out of the towel and started drying off my arms in my hair.
He started feeling my dress and telling me how wet I was.
He asked if I was cold and wrapped me in the towel and held me on his lap.
One thing to know is he was wearing shorts.
After sitting for a minute he asked me if I was ticklish and began to tickle me.
I didn’t realize it then but he had taken out his thing and it was right between my legs.
As we played the tickle game he began to hit me harder and harder.
I jumped off his lap and I could see his thing sticking out. All I could do is stare at it.
He rubbed it a little bit and asked me if I wanted to touch it.
I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I did for a minute.
He put me back on his lap and all I could think to say was “I’m a boy too”.
He said he knew and rubbed his hands on my white tights. I was so excited I didn’t care!
From there he basically dry humped my crotch and gently hugged me, He took the towel and wiped me off as best as he could and kiss my legs and feet.
I didn’t know what to think.
He went in the back to get some thing and I took off out the door.
Eventually I did go back after that and stole some tights to wear there.
He was always so nice to me and didn’t do anything that was hurtful physically.
I have a couple of other stories if you want to hear them…
