Jesse — A Nightmare of Gay Teen Incest & Abuse

Disclaimer

Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel (glassnegman@yahoo.com)

Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating to these words. I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. This story is to be considered “Fiction” although it has its basis in “Fact”. This is not to be considered a true tale of underage sex, statutory rape, or molestation, as these events happened more than a quarter century ago. Some of the principal parties are no longer living. The only reason I’m telling you that it has its basis in truth, is it might make it all the more sexy for you, and maybe make your orgasms better/stronger/faster. Thank you, and enjoy.

I asked Jesse for his permission to write this story. He granted it, without a problem, and, while some of the scenes are “fleshed out” with fantasy, the basis of this tale lies in the realm of truth. This is a “sexy” story for many of us, who are turned on by “on the edge” topics like incest and gay rape, but we must realize the psychological and physical damage that was done to Jesse, and pledge to ourselves and our children that such abuse will NEVER happen in our own homes. If we can do that, then we can enjoy stories like this, while at the same time raising awareness of these sorts of situations where sexual abuse by siblings occurs frequently, and in the most severe ways imaginable.

PART 1

Jesse was the youngest of three brothers. There was also a sister, but she was just a baby when our tale begins. That in itself protected her from the sorts of abuses that Jesse suffered at the hands, and cocks of his brothers.

Until his oldest brother turned 12, everything was pretty much normal between the three brothers. It had been commonplace in their house, ever since any of them could remember, for the three of them to get their baths together. Then, the oldest brother, Roy, wanted to shower alone, instead. That was fine. Jesse and his middle brother, Brad, still bathed together. Brad was about 10, then, and Jesse, 7, or so, give or take.

I’m writing this from Jesse’s memoirs, told to me over a lifetime. Don’t be too critical of me if I make a mistake here or there with the math, or something similar. I’m just happy to get the events right.

Everyone noticed that Roy would take forever in the shower. Their dad, ultimately, started timing him, and, if he was in there more than 30 minutes, he went into the basement, and turned the hot water off.

These were really poor people, barely surviving on their father’s disablity, and his little odd jobs here and there, plus the little money that their mother earned cleaning houses and such for other people. In the area that they lived, and still live in today, there simply are no jobs to be had. You don’t find a job, you create one for yourself, doing something or other that earns a little money.

Thus, they could not afford 1 hour long hot water showers regardless.

Soon after this, Roy’s abuse of Jesse began. The three boys slept in the attic bedroom, together. Up there, the temperatures were ridiculously hot in summer. They had a fan, but no air conditioner. Three single box-springs with matresses on the floor, pushed together into one huge bed was their sleeping arrangement, with room at the top of their beds for their personal stuff. Jesse had the middle “bed”. When the temperature up there reached near 100 degrees in summer. The only way to sleep was to strip naked, and feel the breeze from the fan on their sweating bodies. Thus, the boys got into the habit of sleeping naked during the hot weather. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen each other naked before, in the bath, but Jesse did notice some changes in Roy. He had gotten more hair under his arms, and down by his cock. He looked stronger, too. His cock looked huge, even though it hung down halfway to his knees, limp just like his own, and Brad’s did.