The following is essentially a true tale of mine, from a few years ago. I was not raped by a priest, but my story is no less harrowing. You know, the Middle East and SE Asia have for decades, at least, been locales where American gays and biloveuals have "vacationed" because of the availability of boys, from elementary-school-age to late teens. Recall the U.S. hostages taken in 1979 by Iran? Most of the men were posted in that region for years. Some were married, some not. But there's always been scuttlebutt that many of the "government workers" were there for boy love. I know of several men who customarily visited India, where comely boys are often encouraged by their family members to make themselves available to American male tourists for small change. Comments? -- T ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I've been a cross-dresser since my early teens and as a guy I've often caught a lot of torment and taunting. Probably my worst episode was when I was 15 and stayed with my Uncle Jed and cousin Billy when my Mom was away for a weekend. I had begged her not to stick me with my uncle and cousin, though I couldn't bring myself to tell her it was because they teased me about my so-called 'effeminate personality.' I was always small, about 115 pounds at the time, light brown hair and eyes, pebreaste, and, yeah, I was, and still am, gay. I was also an anal virgin, although I had urgent and persistent dreams about having love with a male. And today I'm not afraid to admit that when I was 12, I sucked a second cousin off for two bottles of beer. Anyway, that day in our town, Pontiac, Mich., Mom dropped me off at their house Friday night and soon after she left the two of them started in on me. "Well, little Timmy," Uncle Jed lisped mockingly, "your eyeliner and lip gloss look mighty pretty this evening!" I tried to ignore this and other comments that followed, but after a while I got fed up with his teasing and yelled, "Go to hell, will you? Leave me alone!" "Look you little faggot," he bellowed, "you're not gonna talk to your uncle that way! I'm goin' to teach you a lesson, you little poo!" He moved toward me in a threatening manner, and I turned to run but he caught me by the back of my pullover sweater. "What you need, queerboy, is a privates up your butt, and I'm just the one to give it to you, right Billy!" "Yo, Dad," said my dim-witted 18-year-old cousin. Uncle Jed tightened his grip on my pullover but as I jerked away the sweater was dragged up to my armpits, revealing my pebreaste beige Bali bra. "Jesus, will ya look at this!" Uncle shrieked. "Looks like we DO have a girl here!" He pulled up the cups of the lacy bra to reveal my erect nipples, which he flicked with his finger. "Owwww!" I winced, as he smirked. "Nice breastties, sweety!" Billy stood there laughing. It was embarrbutting enough to be bared like that by my uncle, but having my cousin watch was really disheartening. Uncle Jed -- a big, burly guy, about 6 feet tall and maybe 230 pounds -- dragged me by my pullover across the living room and sat on the sofa, pulling me in one swoop across his lap, face up, whereupon he proceeded to strip the sweater off over my head. Then he snapped the button and unzipped my jeans, exposing my matching sheer bikini panties. "Wow, Dad," Billy said, "he's got women's underpants on!" "Yeah, but not for long," and Uncle Jed stripped my jeans to my ankles, pulled off my loafers, then yanked the jeans off. By now I was developing a hard-on and my slender four-inch cut privates was peeking above the lowered waistband of my little panties. "This little 'gal' likes to wear panties!" Uncle Jed said to Billy. "So what do you say we help 'her' out?" He then stripped my diaphanous panties off -- but instead of casting them on the floor with my jeans, he stretched them over my head, with the crotch stretched right over my face. My slim hairless body (of course, I kept my public region shaved) was now bare to their view. With my panties covering my view, Uncle Jed turned me over on my belly and began to pet and caress my tight, curvy little behind. He mbuttaged me with one hand and with the other he parted my saucy buttocks and dragged his fingers over my exposed anus. I felt my chicken tighten underneath me. Over my uncle's lap, my privates was nestled between his trousered thighs, and as Uncle Jed inserted a thick finger into my butt-hole, the steady friction on my hard privates brought me to the brink of orgasm. Sensing this, Uncle Jed continued to knead and caress my buttocks while moving his inserted finger in and out of my tight puckered rosebud. Soon I was bucking and gyrating across his lap as I felt the sweet milk rise in my sack. Then I began pre-cuming! Suddenly, uncontrollably, I shot a gusher in his lap! Three, four, five quick belly thrusts forced my virgin fluid to spurt from my well-teased privates. Seeing my creamy semen soaking his pants and dripping on the rug seemed to excite Uncle Jed, and he jabbed a second finger into my behind. He found my prostate, then proceeded to tease and breastillate my swollen organ. Sobbing and gasping in the wake of my orgasm and somewhat embarrbutted in my predicament over his knee, I begged my uncle to stop, but despite my pleas he continued to work my anus, until he sensed my needle was again swelling beneath me. (I can't deny that, in a perverted way, despite my plight, I experienced undeniable surges of pleasure as my prostate was under mbuttage.) Next, turning me over, he nodded approvingly at the glans of my tortured privates - before unceremoniously pushing me off him onto the floor. Well, my humiliation was complete. Butt-naked except my pushed-up brbuttiere and my tiny panties half covering my face and me inhaling my own crotch odor from the moist bikini! All while my privates released droplets of my spent orgasm - and with my jerk cousin staring wide-eyed at my bare balls and chicken. "Well, Billy, I think little Timmy-boy, er, -girl, is ready for what fairies like him really want. Grab his arms and hold 'im down." As Billy, who was almost as large as his dad, grasped my wrists above my head, Uncle Jed slowly took down his pants and his size extra-love jockeys. Unfortunately for me, his reputation for being hygienically-challenged was confirmed as his gross body reeked of probably days-old sweat and grime. His thick brown uncut privates was at least 8 inches long, and was then well-engorged. He knelt at my feet and, grasping my ankles, jerked my legs above my shoulders, as Billy maintained a grip on my wrists. Using his shoulders to force my legs upward, Uncle Jed coated his fingers with saliva and poked them into my exposed anus, lubricating my sphincter area for what I knew was going to be a painful ordeal. "No, no, c'mon, Uncle Jed, please no!" I whimpered. "You try to squirm from me and I'll beat your butt you little cat," he snarled. With that he thrust his huge peter into the opening of my slickened anus. "Unh-ugh-ugh-ughhhhhhhh," I groaned as pain seared my virginal rectum. He jammed his thick privates in-out, in-out several times, until it was fully impaled. I must have fainted then, because when I became conscious shortly afterward, he was withdrawing his slimy chicken from my sore heinie. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Owwwwwwww!" I squealed, as I felt streamers of his salty jism follow his chicken out of me. "Well, I guess that'll do for now, fag boy," Uncle Jed growled, as he drew himself up. "How was it, Timmy? Did 'ya cum, huh?" Billy released my wrists, and I instinctively rolled into a kind of fetal position on the floor, moaning softly as tears washed my cheeks. I blushed, and knew their eyes were fixed on the semen that driveled from my pee-hole. I touched my raw anal opening where Uncle Jed's yellow-white sperm spread slickness over my nude bottom. There was blood on my fingers and my own juice was drying on my thin pubic hair and on my smooth belly. I felt utterly ravished. Well, to make a long story short, before I was allowed to clean up, Uncle Jed made me suck Billy off - and swallow his semen. And because I threw up, I was forced to suck Billy again! Next day, both of them raped me and forced me to suck them off repeatedly. Uncle Jed said that if I told my mom or anyone about what happened, he'd waylay me and beat me silly. The only saving feature of that weekend for me was that, Saturday evening, after Uncle Jed had pbutted out drunk, Billy, who'd also been guzzling brew, pulled me into his bedroom and, after undressing both of us, masturbated me and finished by sucking me off! And despite my soreness and my loathing of him, it felt sooooo good! To this day, I can never not enjoy a blowjob, no matter who's got my chicken in his-or her-mouth! Needless to say, when Mom picked me up I was more than ready to leave Uncle Jed and Billy. And luckily I was able to avoid those monsters until I left for college.
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