Young And Foolish?? Part One

Young And Foolish?

Part One True Confessions of a Lonely Boy



I was about 10years old when this happened. I used to go to the Saturday matinee at our local pictures. I would normally sit in the second or third row because there was no one else there. One time a grown up sat next to me. I knew nothing about anything other than peeping at my sister when she dressed in those days. But that’s another story. After the first film finished the man asked me if I wanted an ice cream. I said no, but he kept on and on, so eventually I accepted his offer. After I had finished the ice cream and the next film had started he began pushing his leg against mine. Not knowing what he was doing and because I wanted to see the film I ignored him. I realise now by ignoring him it made him think he could go further. In those days we all wore short trousers until we went to the upper school. So it was easy to get to your dick if you wanted to. He wanted to. He put his hand on my leg. I tried to move my leg away but his hand stayed put. Then he started to slide his hand up between my legs, and on up the leg of my shorts. I was getting a bit bothered by now. But still had no idea what he was really intending to do. You may think I was crazy not knowing these things. But it was a time when you never heard of anything like this so your parents didn’t warn you. Next his hand had moved on up and into the leg of my underpants and he started fondling my cock. I decided, now was the time to move. So I moved to the back of the pictures where there were more people. Bad move. He followed me and again sat next to me in the back row. I cannot remember what went through my mind, but I assume I thought I would be safe there because the people with the torches who showed you to your seats were always standing behind the board that separated the seats from the alley. That didn’t stop the man though. If anything he was even more determined to get to my dick. And he succeeded. I didn’t know then if I enjoyed it or not as I knew nothing of this kind of thing and I was too young to even realize any of the feelings associated with being fondled. I just sat there and let him play with me while I watched the film. When I think of it now, it makes me feel very horny. I must have been really stupid, because next he took my hand and pulled it to him. When I resisted he squeezed it and twisted until it hurt. After that I just let him continue, I was now scared of being hurt more. I saw him undoing the buttons of his trousers and took my hand back, but that was short lived. He grabbed it and twisted it again. I was hoping a worker might see and stop him. But it did not happen. He continued to pull my hand until it was on his lap. Then he leaned over and whispered. Put it in inside my trousers like I did to you. With that he returned to the inside of my underpants. I was really scared by now, but I was also embarrassed and the thought of anyone knowing what was happening would have been terrible. I put my hand into his trousers. He had no underpants on and the back of my hand hit a really hard and hot lump. Now I know it was his hard cock. I had never felt anything like it before. Again he whispered in my ear, telling me not to be silly and that I must do what he was doing. I told him because of the position I couldn’t turn my hand round to get a better position to hold it. With that he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand from his trousers and told me if I didn’t behave it would be very bad for me. He told me to come with him. I can tell you I was shitless by now. I followed him into the mens toilet. Once in there, he checked all the cubicles. Then he told me to go into the end cubicle. I was shaking like a leaf and did as he told me. He asked me if I wanted him to hit me or be nice to me. I wanted him to be nice and he said he would if I’d stop shaking. Have you ever tried to stop shaking when you are scared. He told me to undo my shorts. But because of the shakes I couldn’t undo the buttons. He told me he would help me. He began to undo my shorts and then he removed them. He looked at me and then asked me how old I was. I said I was nearly eleven and he said my mother should not allow me to go to places on my own where grown ups go. I felt myself go red. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it was because he was talking to me the way a teacher would. I said nothing. Then he asked me what I thought. I still said nothing. Then he said if I want to mix with grown ups I should be ready to do grown up things. This I had to agree with. Not realising what it was leading to or what he was talking about. Again he asked me what I thought. This time I agreed with him and then he asked me if that was what I wanted. Now he had taken a much different tone and I was feeling much safer and I’d stopped shaking. He then told me grown ups played games with each other just like kids do, and said I must have seen them. I hadn’t. My mother and father split when I was very young. I had seen the odd film with people kissing but that was all. But like all kids. I couldn’t let him think I knew nothing and agreed with him again. Another mistake. He sat down on the toilet and told me to sit on his lap. I did that. When I was sitting on his lap he told me to put my arms around his neck. This I did. He then began to kiss me. First he kissed my cheek, then my neck, and then my ear. Putting his tongue inside. He then asked me if I felt anything. I told him I could feel his thing pressing into my bottom. But he didn’t mean that, and was not very happy with my reply. He wanted to know if his kisses were making me feel different. What could I say. They weren’t. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the expression on his face. I thought he was really going to hit me. He was furious. He said, I thought you wanted to be treated like a grown up. He was right. But I hadn’t a clue how they behaved. So I told him. He then asked me if I wanted him to teach me. I blurted out one word. Yes. The mistakes were coming fast and furious now. He told me to kiss him. Again I hadn’t a clue how to kiss. So he ordered me to pay attention. He put his lips on mine and tried to put his tongue in my mouth. Then he pulled away and with a really loud sigh he told me I should relax and allow his tongue to slip into my mouth. And anyway my mouth should be open a bit anyway to kiss properly. He tried again and this time slipped his tongue into my mouth licking my tongue over and under. He pulled back and told me that was much better and with practice I would be a great kisser. Believe it or not I was quite proud of myself. Then he told me I must do the same to him and I should not worry because it takes time to be good at kissing. We kissed for a while and then he asked me if I liked birds. (The feathered kind) I said I did and he told me he had a parrot and would I like to see it. Don’t ask me why, but I was feeling quite relaxed with him now and I said I would. He said. Would what. So I said. Like to see his parrot. He told me to put my shorts back on and as we were about to leave the cubicle he asked me if I liked kissing. I had never done it before and I must admit it seemed ok. So I told him yes. He asked if I wanted to practice more. Again I said yes. He then told me I should have an identity for him. In case anyone asked who he was, and said I should him uncle. So I said ok. When we were in the street I would run and call for help.
We left the pictures and we started walking. He told me I should hold his hand because we would be crossing some dangerous roads. He held my hand very tight. That killed any chance of me running. We finally arrived at his place. A council flat on a bad estate that I was told to keep away from under threat of death from my mother. I told him I was not allowed to be here and he told me I would be safe with him. He would look after me. Although the outside of his place was a dump the inside was like another world. It was painted in bright colours with lots of pictures hanging from the walls and then there was that parrot. To me it was the loveliest thing I had ever seen.