The following is 100% true and until now I have never shared it with anyone.

 When I was 12 or 13 my father went to jail for 5 years and therefore I lived with just my mom and little brother. I have more brothers and sisters, but they lived on their own.

During and before that time I had an uncle, in his 50's and the brother of my mother, who showed an unhealthy interest in me. He touched me at places when he talked to me and he invited me to his appartment several times. Eventually, I was 13, I accepted an invitation, because I felt sorry for always saying no.

When I came to the door he opened in his bathrobe and invited me in. I sat on the couch oposite to my ucle, feeling very uncommfartable. His robe opened slightly and I saw he was naked. He came towards me, touched me, massaged my sholders and his cock was hanging free and at times it touched a part of my arm and whatever. My uncle kept touching me and then told me it was time to go to the bedroom. I was shy, had no clue how to react and followed him. There he told me to undress, which I did. And told me to get on the bed. His cock was now semi-hard and he started stroking me and touchig my penis. He kissed me and I didn't respond but opened my mouth. I was never kissed like this. He went to give me a blowjob and he encouraged me to do the same to him. I couldn't fit it in my mouth, so I just licked the head of his cock. He came over my body and he kept playing with my cock until I came as well.

The abuse lasted for four years and he never fucked me or came in my mouth, and I never got further than licking the ti of his cock. After my dad returned from prison the abuse stopped.

 Since then I had limited contact with my uncle. Just the hello, goodbye visits at my family's home and eventually I sort of forgot/accpeted what happened. 

I am married now and a day for my wedding, I was 39, my uncle showed up at my door. My wife to be was at her friends house for the night. He came in and I was doing the dishes. He stood before me, and I saw he had taken his cock out. He told me to get on my knees. And, although I oposed in my head, I wasn't able to show any resistant and got on my knees in front of him. He jerked off and came over my face. Smiled, called me is cockwhore and told me to wash my face. When I was at the sink he stood behnd me and took my cock out. He gave me a handjob at the kitchen sink. I didn't get hard and he got a bit rougher. All this time I was not able to stood up for myself. He told me he would leave after I came, not sooner. And mocked me for being a faggot boy. Eventually I came. He laughed and said goodbye.

 That was almost 7 years ago. I haven't seen him since. He passed away last year. But since a few months  I get horny thinking about the abuse and long for someone to treat me the way he did.

 Basically I want to be abused and humiliated.

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