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


This happened number one clock time when i was 12. I used to go this tailor 's store to sew together my school uniforms every year. But it was in the 7th grade 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 embarrassed, but unintentionally i got erect. It was my mistake, i know, but i just could n't do a affair because it was an self-governing reaction. His mitt again hit on my fork while taking the measurements of my pant. This time, he spotted that i was vertical and confirmed it in a flare of a irregular by just touching my penis. He took away his hand quickly and asked me to fall to the other side of a grandiloquent desk, where he took my measurements. The desk was marvellous and covered with cloths and textile so that any customer coming into the shop could n't see below my chest height.

There, he started to aim the measurement of my pant. I was really hard and really embarrassed. He tried to take the distance from the upper berth part of the backside of the trousers to the upper persona of the movement side of the pant. For that he put the measuring tape along the mid-line of my prat to under my chunk and then over the front end of the genitals. As I was hard, he pretended that it was making it hard for him to carry the exact measure. He then told me that he wasnt capable to take the correct measurements, but he could make it right. Then he unzipped me and put his hand inside my underwear. He stroked me for some time and i orgasmed, although i didnt seminal fluid. It became wet and then he put it back in and told me not to evidence this to anybody else. He also asked me to do to his shop next day. I went home feeling really really embarrassed and feeling guilty. I used to run fast to my home when i reached the front of his shop in evenings.

I was able to void him for a few days, but my parents took me to his workshop 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 precaution. He tried to put his hand inside that day too, but after finding that i had 3 underwears, he left me unharmed. But he still managed to stroke me a brace or more times i think, in various former affair.

It was when i was in 8th grade, that a foresighted session happened between me and him. My female parent told me to gather up some dresses she had given there to mend. It was around 8 pm, and when i went there, there were no one else in his shop. He was very happy and took me to the quoin of the shop. I was wearing a night trouser, which was elastic and very thin. I was n't vertical, but he started feeling for my phallus and i got erect. He then lowered my drawers and took my member and balls out. He then stroked it in various expressive style and military capability. He even gave me a lowly playscript having sex pictures and asked me to look at the pictures. I said i didnt want to, but he squatted behind me and put his deal between my legs and stroke my member 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 mesa. The sartor quickly put my organs back in and went to deal with the client. After the client went away, he continued what he was doing, public treasury i cum into his bridge player. He then wiped his paw and my cock with a towel. He asked me to drop in whenever i wanted so that we could revel such Sessions. After this incident, i stopped going to his workshop, as i was too obstruct. I was too afraid to distinguish my parents what had happened, due to my embarrassment. After some months, he left that shop and moved away to some former area.


After 4 years, he returned to the old shop class near my home plate. I thought that he would sustain forgotten my expression as i had started to farm into a man, and already had a minor mustache and the shape of my facial expression had started to change. I went to his shop one night to mend my charge trouser, and i had chosen that time, because it was a blackout time, and so i opinion he would n't recognize me. But my plan failed, as he double crossed me. He said he wanted to take my measures, and while taking my amount, he grabbed my crotch, and asked me whether i was the boy who used to come there old age ago. I stuttered yes and was frozen in fear and jolt. He took me to a turning point and there was only a faint candle ignitor in his workshop. He grabbed my penis from over the pants and after some time, he put his hand inside my underclothing, through the gap between my belly and pant. He played with my pubic hair for some time. Then he grabbed my variety meat and i shot cum in his hand. He rubbed the cum on my formal and the arena between the balls and the anus. He then turned me around and hugged my butt. Even though i was clothed, he buried his face between my ass nerve and kissed and bit it. He even breathed heavily when his olfactory organ was there as if he was sniffing it. I did n't know what to do, and was standing still. After stroking me for some more fourth dimension, he freed me and asked me to number there every Night. I went home spirit very very guilty and wanted to do something to quit his dirty behaviour. I knew that i was also responsible for leading him to these form of activities, because i had become tumid when he touched my body. I was also a bit chubby and had soft and big bottom which could make provoked him.

I went there again after some days, after deciding to put a blockage to his activities. This time too, he invited me in and this time, he closed the shutter of the shop. My courage leaked away and he approached me with his common purpose. He started to take hold of my crotch and as usual, i got erect. He then grabbed my ass and started to rub the expanse between my anus and nut ( over the cloths ). He then put his hand inside through the gap between my belly and pant, and stroked my penis. After some fourth dimension, i ejaculated in his hired hand. He still did n't block off, and continued stroking me. I got raging and somehow gathered the courage to say `` STOP ''. He then stopped it asked me why. I said i wanted to go home. He said `` OK '' and let me absolve. When i opened the shutter of the shop, i said to him `` Never daring to do this again to me ''. He got galvanize and said `` OK '' and i walked briskly to my place. I was actually shivering with mixed emotions, like anger, superfluity, concern etc. After that, i have never gone there and i think i have n't had any unplayful problem with these experiences, although he does come up into my dreams occasionally. Whenever he comes into my aspiration, he would molest me like he did in existent. But now I wish he came back in real to molest me again .