I was raised by a poor foster family. They treated me very good, providing for me the best they could. In those days there was no monthly check to cover your care. Little did they know that at 4 years old one of there nephews began molesting me. He was in his mid 30's with a family of his own.
He showed me attention, love, and genuine caring. I didn't know the difference or that it was wrong, all i knew is he made me feel special. He never forced me to do anything I didn't feel comforatable with. I never thought of telling anyone because he was so good to me. Our sexual encounters elevated with time. He did oral on me, and rimmed me with his tongue. Around 8 years old I began doing oral on him, he was huge 10" long and thick, with a strong sweet smell, 50 years later and i can still smell it in my memory. We got together a few times a week it was so exciting. When I turned 13 and began puberty I found girls were looking good to me. I told him
I didn't want to do it any more, he never bothered me again. I would see him a lot but he respected my decision and never tried again. Around 33 i began having those male/male desires again, but I have never found another like him. People say if molested you will molest, that is bullshit for me anyway.
I have never even thought anything of doing it with anyone under 30. I know it was wrong of him to violate me and he did change my sexual development.
To this day tho i still miss and love him so, he was so good to me. Well this is how I got to this point in my life. Whats your story?

