True story of how parental neglect led to my baseball coach (40m) taking advantage of me (10m)
Entry 1
Hello, my name is Stanley. This is more of a journal entry than a story. I have never spoken a word to another person about what happened when I was a kid, but I wanted to tell someone about it and how it effected me.
I come from a nice middle class home, on a cul de sac in the suburbs. We were an active family and loved sports, baseball most of all, always cheering on the Detroit Tigers. It was me, mom and dad, and my 3 older sisters. My parents both worked long hours and were rarely home. My sisters, 19, 17, and 14, all played softball and ran track. So when I turned 5 it was only natural that I started t-ball. That’s where I met Coach Doug.
For the first couple years of t-ball, then peewee league, my dad was the assistant coach to Coach Doug. In those years he and my dad became good friends, frequently spending weekends with me and dad at Tigers games. When I was 8 Doug got divorced and moved in to a 2 bedroom house with a pool a few streets down. Just enough room for when his teenage son, Tom, came to visit.
Soon my dad and mom started working long hours and my dad couldn’t help coach anymore. My sisters also weren’t home much either with each of them playing softball and track. With no one home to watch me after I got off the bus or get me to baseball, I would grab my baseball clothes and equipment and walk down to Doug’s house.
By the time I was 10, I was in Little League Baseball and swim. I was pretty small for my age, being only 4ft 2in tall and skinny, but toned, with a tight butt. I like to keep my light blonde hair at my shoulders and sometimes in a ponytail. My sisters would dress me up as a little boy and put dresses on me, along with the makeup and nail pollish. I always thought it was fun and as I grew i frequently asked them to paint my nails. I was never afraid to show a more feminine side, always wanting to be like my sisters. I was often mistaken for a girl when i would go out in my skinny jeans, painted nails, and large sweatshirt.
I was at Doug’s house almost every day by that time, even keeping and extra speedo for swim and extra clean clothes. I would go to his house, where he worked from home, and hang out until baseball or swim. He would always stop what he was doing as soon as I walked in the door and greet me with a hug and ask how my day was.
We both loved to swim, so I would immediately run to the spare room to get changed in to my little speedo while he went to his room to put on his swim trunks. He looked great for 40. He was 6ft 2in, 200lbs, and tan, with a little bit of chest hair. He was muscular, with abs and a v tapper that pointed to the visible bulge in his short, thin swim trunks.
One day, while running across the street on my way to Doug’s house, I fell and scraped up my knee and elbow. By the time I got there my pant leg and sleeve were covered in blood. I opened the door to the house whimpering and crying. Doug ran to the door to find out what was wrong. He scooped me up in his arms as though I was weightless and took me to the bathroom to clean me up.
He set me down on the edge of the tub. “Go ahead and take off those bloody clothes” he said, closing the bathroom door behind him. “I’ll be right outside if you need help with anything.”
My bloodied sweater and tshirt came off fine, leaving leaving me bare chested. My pants were another story.
“I’m having trouble with my pants” I whimpered, tears still in my eyes, “can you help?”
“No problem bud” he smirked as he opened the door.
I started trying to undo my pants again, with no success. He reached over and placed his hand on mine, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” His hand were so much bigger than mine. He was so gentile unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. He started to pull them down slowly, as to not hurt my skinned knee more. He worked my tight pants down past my ankles, seeming to savor every moment. His warm hands felt good on my now bare thigh.
“Alright Stanley, let’s get you looked at,” he said, sitting down on the side of the tub with a washcloth. “Come sit” he urged, patting his lap.
I stood awkwardly for a moment while Doug looked me up and down. I became embarrassed by the swelling in my tight Spiderman briefs, but an excitement came over me at the though of a grown man looking at my tight little 10 year old body.
Seeing my discomfort, Doug reassured me, “Dont worry, we’re both guys here. Come on, let me get you cleaned off” he patted his lap again.
I obliged, sitting my bare body on his knee. After running the washcloth under some warm water, he started to wipe my arm off first. His other hand held me tight around my waist. He gently wiped my arm clean, being careful of the scrape.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I shook my head with a coy smile. “Nooo, not so bad. My knee still hurts though,” I pouted.
No longer embarrassed, with my body buzzing, I put my arms around his neck. Quickly making himself comfortable, his hand moved lower to my underwear line, carefully teasing my waistband. He started to wipe the warm towel up my foot and ankle. I squeezed tighter with my arms, feeling safe in this big man’s hands. I could feel his breath become labored, as the bulge in his pants grew slightly. He moved up my leg slowly, being sure to clean everything.
While one hand cleaned my leg with the towel, the other started to move lower. His fingers slipped under my waistband, until he had my whole buttcheeck in his hand, barely filling his palm. I closed my eyes, put my head back, and sighed deeply.
“I’m sorry Stanley, does that hurt?” Doug says. “I’m not being to rough am I?”
“No, it feels good, please don’t stop” I whispered.
Doug continued wiping my leg, his other hand becoming more daring, squeezing my little ass before slowly moving up my bare stomach and chest, stopping at my little pink nipple.
I had never felt like this before, so warm on the inside, butterflies in my stomach. My little prepubescent cock started to tingle and twitch for the first time.
I opened my eyes and looked at Doug. His gaze was fixed on my thighs and my Spiderman briefs, while his empty hand caressed my now hard nipple, gently rubbing and pulling. His cock started to grow more and more as I let him touch my nearly naked body.
I winced in pain as the cloth went over my scraped knee, snapping us both back to reality. He look down, realizing where his hands were. We both looked at eachother, not knowing exactly what led here, but neither wanting to stop.
Doug got up, adjusted his clear erection, and muttered under his breath. “I’ll give your dad a call and let him know you can’t go to swim tonight.” He then scurried out of the bathroom, leaving me half naked, half hard, and confused.
I finished getting cleaned up, bandaged my scrapes, and left the bathroom to get some clean clothes. I could hear Doug on the speakerphone with my dad explaining what had happened and that I wouldn’t be going to swim tonight.
“That’s to bad, I hope he’s doing alright. Well Beth [my oldest sister] should be home by now so if he’s not going to swim then he can head home.”
Doug quickly replied, “I don’t have a problem with him hanging out here for the night. We can have a guys night, get him away from all that estrogen for the night. Besides it’s a Friday anyway.”
My dad chuckled “Are you sure? He’s over there a lot as it is.”
“Really Mike, it’s no problem. Besides, Stanley is always such a good boy.”
Hearing Doug call me a good boy made me start to feel warm and excited again. I didn’t know what this feeling was but I knew I liked it and that Doug seemed to like it to.
“Well as long as he behaves himself I dont mind. We still golfing Sunday? You know i just got a new……” The sound of my dad’s voice trailed off as I went to the spare bedroom where I kept my extra clothes.
The room was sparsely decorated, with just a bed, dresser, and full length mirror. As I started pulling open drawers to pick what clothes I was going to wear, I caught a glimpse of myself. My long messy hair stuck to my face where tears had been, my eyes still red from crying. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my body that had just been touched for the first time. What were these feelings? Why did it make my penis feel full? I ran my hand down to my butt. I could still feel Doug’s big hand squeezing it gently. I slipped my hand in to my briefs and squeezed my butt like Doug did. My bald little penis twitched.
Still watching myself in the mirror, I slid my hand up to my still hard nipples. I pinched it a bit like Doug did and my penis twitched again. I pulled my Spiderman briefs down and flung them off with my foot.
I stared at the 10 year old boy in front of me, seeing something different for the first time. My small feminine figure lit only by the lamp in the corner of the room. I looked at my bald little cock and pinched my nipples again. It started to swell and twitch more and more with every pull. I took my cock in one hand and continued playing with nipples. It was so sensitive.
I hear a knock on the door, ripping me from my haze.
“Hey Stanley, your dad said it was cool if wanted to stay over and take a break from your sisters. We can watch some movies and play some games if you want. I think Tom has some old PJs in there somewhere that might fit.”
“That sounds awesome Coach! Thanks!” I blurted nervously, my little cock still in my hand.
“Great! Well get dressed and meet me in the living room. I’ll make some popcorn.” He sounded excited.
I look through the drawers, finding the PJs, and putting them on. They are a White Ninja Turtles matching set. I stand in front of the mirror one for time. The PJs are a little tight, but theyll do for now. I look down at the small bulge in my borrowed PJs and think about Dougs bulge. Why did it get so much bigger? What made it get bigger? Was it just touching me? I wanted to see his. I wanted to compare.
I can smell the popcorn as leave I the room and head for the living room. Doug was standing by the couch, flipping through movies. He turned his head when I walked in and smiled, looking me up and down.
“Tom hasn’t worn those in years, I can’t believe they fit you.” He smirked.
“They are a little small,” I laughed, “I can go look for something else.”
“No, it’s fine. I think they look great on you.” He said, eyeing me again.
“Thanks Coach.” I couldn’t help but blush a little.
Why does he keep looking at me like that? Why am I blushing?
“Take a seat I’ll put the movie in,” he said patting the couch cushion next to him.
I did what I was told and sat down next him. He handed me a bowl of popcorn, flipped on the TV, and started up the movie. Jurassic Park, Nice.
Doug sat down, sinking in to the couch. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in to him, sliding me across the cushion. He drapped a blanket over the both of us and settled his hand at my hip, pulling popcorn of his own bowl with his other. I pulled myself closer, draping my legs across his on the footrest, and burying my head in his arm.
I could smell him. I had never smelled another guy before, other than my dad, and he hadn’t been around a lot lately. It’s always girly perfume everywhere. This smell was different. He smelled sweaty, yes, but there was something to it. His musk was thick, but I loved it.
He squeezed me tight while we watched the movie. When I started to fall asleep, I layed down with me head in Doug’s lap, like I do with my dad or my sisters.
I can smell his musk here to.
He slowly rubs my back.As my eyes start to close I can feel the hand on my back moving down, carefully. I keep my eyes closed in hopes he’ll keep going. I hope he grabs my butt again.
His hand creaps lower and lower, stopping only to make sure I’m still asleep. I keep my eyes shut tight. His hand starts to brush across my butt, over my PJs. I can tell he’s hesitant. He’s breathing heavy.
Doug’s lap starts to swell. He gets more and more bold, until his hand rests on my butt, slowly caressing it.
I can hear him mumble under his breath.
“I can’t believe these little PJs fit you. I thought your butt looked good in those baseball pants, but this is even better.”
He squeezed my cheek hard, sending shivers through my body.
“Such a tight little ass,” he continued. “I bet you don’t even have any hair on your little dick yet.”
He got harder and harder as he talked. I could feel it pulse under me.
I lifted my head slightly to adjust and his hand shot up in to the air, thinking I had woken up. I shifted slightly on the couch to my belly, my penis starting to harden under me.
“Don’t stop rubbing my back please, it feels good,” I moan, sleepily.
He whispers “Okey” and I feel his hand starting to circle my back again, this time lifting my tight shirt off my back to do so. I feel fingers start to slip under my waistband, eventually a whole hand. He cups my bare cheeks in his huge palms. I start to breath heavy as he starts to explore my little cheeks, slipping a finger down my crack.
My hips begin to lift off the couch pushing him deeper in to my crack. He doesn’t stop this time. He no longer seems to be worried about waking me.
As he probes further in to my PJs with one hand, I feel his other gently land on my head, pulling the long blonde hair from my face.
“You really are such a pretty little boy,” he mumbles again. I try to hide my smile.
He starts to stroke my face and gently put his hand on my throat, holding it slightly. I feel his other fingers start to circle my hole, then start to push on it.
What is he doing with my butthole? Is he going in it? Why am I so hard?
I didn’t dare ask any of these questions out loud, for fear he would stop and wouldnt start again.
His grip on my throat tightened slightly as started to probe my virgin hole. I gasped a little and tensed up as his big fingers pushed harder and one popped in to my ass. He put his lips to my ear and whispered.
“Shhhhh, it’s OK. It’ll only hurt for a second.”
I took a breath and relaxed while he slid more in to my virgin hole. The pain started to feel good, as long as he went slow, but after a little bit, it started to feel uncomfortable. He slid his finger out and reached a little further down to my cock and little hairless balls. He played with them while I moaned in to his lap, still rock hard.
I felt something start to build inside me, butterflies but times 1000. I can feel my cock start to leak in to Doug’s hand. He rubs it in to the head of my penis until I finally explode, covering his hand in my first orgasm.
My hips sink back in to the couch and I can feel the mess I made in my borrowed PJs. He pulls his hand out of my pants, puts it to his mouth and has a taste. Then he puts a finger in my mouth. Without thinking twice I used Doug’s finger as a pacifier and fell asleep, only waking again when he layed me down in the spare bed.
I could only make out his large silhouette in the dark room. He was standing over me with his dick in his hand, rubbing it slowly. He reached down and grabbed my ass again, more roughly this time. He started to rub faster and squeeze my ass harder until he finally exploded on to the bed next to me, some of it getting on my face and PJs.
He cleaned up the best he could covered me up, tucking me in. Saying goodnight as he left.
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