This narrative was posted on another land site, from someone calling himself `` Molested Boyy. ``


This happened first off clock time when i was 12. I used to go this tailor 's shop to stitch my school uniforms every year. But it was in the 7th ground level that he started doing these dirty things to me. When he was taking my measurements, his hand accidentally ( i think so ) pressed against my crotch region. I felt somewhat hinder, but unintentionally i got erect. It was my mistake, i know, but i just could n't do a matter because it was an autonomous reaction. His script again hit on my genitalia while taking the measurement of my trouser. This time, he spotted that i was set up and confirmed it in a flash of a second by just touching my phallus. He took away his mitt quickly and asked me to number to the early side of a tall desk, where he took my measuring. The desk was grandiloquent and covered with cloths and materials so that any customer coming into the shop could n't see below my chest height.

There, he started to use up the measuring of my trousers. I was really intemperate and really stymie. He tried to drive the length from the amphetamine region of the ass of the pant to the upper part of the battlefront side of the pant. For that he put the measurement tape along the mid-line of my butt to under my testicle and then over the front of the crotch. As I was hard, he pretended that it was making it intemperate for him to use up the demand mensuration. He then told me that he wasnt able to call for the correct measurements, but he could make it correct. Then he unzipped me and put his script inside my underwear. He stroked me for some time and i orgasmed, although i didnt semen. It became wet and then he put it back in and told me not to separate this to anybody else. He also asked me to come to his workshop succeeding day. I went home feeling really really abash and feeling guilty. I used to run fast to my habitation when i reached the front of his shop in evenings.

I was able to annul him for a few days, but my parents took me to his shop for stitching me a new pair of trouser. They dropped me there and went to another shop. I had known that i would be going there that day, so i had worn 3 under wearing as a caution. He tried to put his script inside that day too, but after finding that i had 3 underwears, he left me unhurt. But he still managed to stroke me a span or Sir Thomas More meter i think, in various other occasions.

It was when i was in 8th course, that a prospicient session happened between me and him. My mother told me to accumulate some dresses she had given there to fix. It was around 8 pm, and when i went there, there were no one else in his shop. He was very felicitous and took me to the corner of the shop. I was wearing a nighttime trouser, which was flexible and very slim down. I was n't raise, but he started feeling for my penis and i got erect. He then lowered my pant and took my penis and balls out. He then stroked it in versatile styles and military posture. He even gave me a diminished rule book having sex pictures and asked me to look at the video. I said i didnt want to, but he squatted behind me and put his hand between my legs and stroke my penis from under. He also squeezed my butt and while he was playing with my butt, a customer came in. But luckily, he did n't see what the seamster was doing to me as we were behind a table. The seamster quickly put my pipe organ back in and went to portion out with the client. After the customer went away, he continued what he was doing, till i cum into his hand. He then wiped his bridge player and my pecker with a towel. He asked me to drop in whenever i wanted so that we could savor such Roger Huntington Sessions. After this incident, i stopped going to his shop, as i was too embarrassed. I was too afraid to tell my parents what had happened, due to my plethora. After some months, he left that store and moved away to some other area.


After 4 class, he returned to the old shop near my home. I thought that he would have forgotten my face as i had started to produce into a man, and already had a diminished moustache and the cast of my face had started to change. I went to his shop one night to fix my torn trouser, and i had chosen that time, because it was a blackout metre, and so i thought he would n't recognize me. But my architectural plan failed, as he double crossed me. He said he wanted to take my measure, and while taking my measures, he grabbed my crotch, and asked me whether i was the boy who used to come there years ago. I stuttered yes and was frozen in fear and shock. He took me to a corner and there was only a swoon candle visible light in his shop. He grabbed my phallus from over the gasp and after some prison term, he put his bridge player inside my underclothing, through the gap between my belly and trousers. He played with my pubic hair for some time. Then he grabbed my organs and i shot cum in his helping hand. He rubbed the cum on my balls and the sphere between the balls and the anus. He then turned me around and hugged my butt. Even though i was clothed, he buried his brass between my ass boldness and kissed and bit it. He even breathed heavily when his nose was there as if he was sniffing it. I did n't bonk what to do, and was standing still. After stroking me for some to a greater extent time, he freed me and asked me to occur there every Nox. I went home intuitive feeling very very shamefaced and wanted to do something to stop his dirty behaviour. I knew that i was also creditworthy for leading him to these variety of bodily function, because i had become erect when he touched my body. I was also a bit chubby and had soft and big butt which could deliver provoked him.

I went there again after some daylight, after deciding to put a diaphragm to his body process. This time too, he invited me in and this time, he closed the shutter of the store. My courage leaked away and he approached me with his usual aim. He started to snaffle my private parts and as usual, i got tumid. He then grabbed my ass and started to rub the surface area between my anus and ballock ( over the textile ). He then put his deal inside through the gap between my belly and trousers, and stroked my penis. After some clip, i ejaculated in his hired man. He still did n't stop, and continued stroking me. I got tempestuous and somehow gathered the courage to say `` plosive ''. He then stopped it asked me why. I said i wanted to go home. He said `` OK '' and let me free. When i opened the shutter of the shop, i said to him `` Never dare to do this again to me ''. He got startled and said `` OK '' and i walked briskly to my habitation. I was actually shivering with mixed emotions, like anger, embarrassment, fear etc. After that, i have never gone there and i think i have n't had any serious problem with these experiences, although he does come into my dreams occasionally. Whenever he comes into my ambition, he would harry me like he did in really. But now I wish he came back in real to molest me again .