Here’s an event that had a deep impact on me from my adolescence.

One day, when I was 12 years old, as I was walking home, I came to the corner of Mill Road and 45thStreet and decided to take a short-cut across Skippy Bauer’s back yard. Well, Skippy saw me cutting through his family’s property and charged out of his cellar back door, scolding me, “This is private property and you’re trespassing you little shit.” Skippy was in my 6thgrade class, but was at least one year older, as he’d been “held back” once, or maybe twice. His younger sister, Bonnie, was in the same class, and might eventually graduate before Skippy, whose bullying ways weren’t earning him points with his teachers. I was always careful around Skippy as he was so aggressive and I was so timid. 

So, when Skippy approached me I froze. He strutted right up to me and grabbed my arm, saying, “You’re Davey, right?” “Yes,” I said barely audibly. “Well, Davey Wavy, why are you on my property? Did you come here to see me? Or are you after my sister?” he said with a smirk. I stuttered, “Uh, no… I mean, I really hadn’t planned… I mean…” His grip on my arm tightened as he asked, “You got some kind of problem, are you dumb or something?” “No, I’m not dumb, I was just taking a short-cut home. Sorry, I shouldn’t have….” He cut me off, challenging me, “So you like taking chances, right? Cutting right across my property without permission. If you like taking chances, I’ll bet you’ll want to try my tire swing.” Skippy’s back yard sloped down to Brushy Creek and had a big cottonwood tree with a tire swing that would arc out over a part of the creek that formed a pool that you could swim in. 

“I don’t have a swim suit, so… maybe another time,” I tried to weasel. “You don’t need a swim suit, we’ll just swing a bit. I want to see you take a chance on the swing. It’s just like walking across my yard. You just do it.” He still had a grip on my arm, and when he pulled, or yanked on my arm I was forced to follow him to the swing. “Go on, it’s best if you stand up on the tire and hold the rope with both hands.” I really couldn’t resist his strong push onto the swing, standing just like he said. With me aboard, Skippy pulled the swing back away from the water as far as he could and then, with a run toward the water, pushed the swing with all his might, and swung me out over the creek. With another two swings he had me swinging high over the water, and on the third swing, instead of pushing, he jumped aboard, bumping me hard and landing in contact with the entire length of my body so we were touching hips and chests and his grinning face was inches from mine as he looked down at me from his six-inch height advantage. 

I’ll never forget Skippy’s grin as we soared out over the water, and just at the height of our arc, he said, “here’s your chance Davey wavy boy,” and he shoved me so hard that I fell five feet and splashed into the water, flailing my arms and gasping for breath. Skippy roared with laughter and then, with the next swing, flung himself free and yelled yippee as he splashed down next to me, grabbed my head and gave me a dunk that took me by surprise and had me spitting out a throat full of water. 

As we crawled out of the stream and onto shore, I wrapped my arms around my body. Skippy said, “What’s the matter Davey wavy, are you cold? Come inside, I’ll dry you off.” Skippy led me to a door on the back side of his house that entered into their cellar where there was a washer and dryer. He started stripping down and tossing his clothes in the dryer and instructed me to do the same. I did as I was told, but stopped short of removing my underpants. Skippy ordered, “Come on, panties too.” When I shook my head no, he grabbed my arm again, jutted out his jaw and moved his head so our noses were almost touching, and said, “Maybe you want me to call Bonnie down hear so she can see you in your panties.” I shook my head again, this time vigorously and with my eyes wide with fear, and then obeyed, slowly pulling down my underpants and exposing my little penis, shriveled with cold to little more than a nub. Skippy laughed, throwing his head back with pleasure. 

After turning on the dryer, Skippy looked at my naked body up and down and then said, “This’ll take half an hour, so we’ll take it easy while we wait.” The cellar had a hodge-podge of furnishings, including a twin bed across from the stairs up to the rest of the house. As Skippy put on a pair of gym shorts, he said, “My clothes are too big for a puny guy like you, you’ll probably fit into my sister’s clothes.” He handed me a pair of white shiny panties and a pink blouse, saying, “Put these on to warm up, and to hide your little pecker.” I couldn’t believe what was happening and wanted to flee but couldn’t think of any escape. His eyes were boring into me with an evil look, and I gave in and pulled the panties up, half glad to be less exposed and half humiliated to be wearing girl’s panties. As I buttoned up the blouse, Skippy smiled, saying, “See, they fit you perfectly.”

I sat down on the twin bed, and Skippy sat beside me. “Lie down,” he said, or commanded. My heart sank and I shook my head no, but Skippy reached out with his right hand and grabbed my throat, staring into my eyes and forcing me downward so I was lying on my side and he was behind me. As he held my throat with one hand, I felt his other hand move down my back and inside Bonnie’s panties with his finger sliding between my butt cheeks until it found my butt hole. I gasped as he rubbed his finger around and around and around and then he wiggled his finger right up into me, entering my anus. He spent some time finger fucking me as I tried to breathe deeply, at first feeling intense discomfort, but little by little wanting more. I couldn’t believe it, but suddenly I was feeling a pleasure I’d never known existed and wanted more ass fucking. I was actually disappointed when he pulled his finger out, but then got another surprise when Skippy pulled Bonnie’s panties down my thighs, put his fingers into his mouth, and transferred some spit to his cock and pushed himself up against me so I could feel the length of his erect penis along the crack between my butt cheeks. With some straining and twisting, he was able to find my ass hole with the head of his cock and force it into me and I let out a sharp yelp. In response, Skippy said, “I think you’re calling out for your girlfriend, aren’t you?” “No, no, no,” I whimpered. “Liar, Davey wavy is a liar. You want Bonnie to see you don’t you, you little liar? BONNIE,” he yelled, “BONNIE, COME HERE!”

After a few moments, the cellar door opened and I heard Bonnie’s voice, “Jeez, what do you want Skippy?” Skippy answered, “You know that little punk Davey from school? He wants to show you something. Come down here.” I was shaking with fear as I hollered, “No, Bonnie, don’t come down, please don’t.” But then I heard her shoes clopping their way down the stairs until her face became visible, and just as she saw everything her hand went up to her mouth as she gasped, “Oh my God, Skippy! What are you doing to that poor boy?” Just then Skippy pulled my legs straight so my penis was fully exposed and she could see that I had an erection. Skippy told his sister, “See, he likes it, just like he likes wearing your panties and blouse. Isn’t he cute?” I was trembling with humiliation as Bonnie took in the full picture. She said, “How could you let him wear my blouse and panties, Skippy. You’re revolting, both of you, you’re disgusting,” but she continued watching. 

Skippy said, “Look at his little peter, all stiff. Don’t you think somebody should do something about it? Pick one of us Bonnie, you, me or Davey wavy, one of us should touch it and play with it. Who’s it going to be, Bonnie.” “Definitely not me,” said Bonnie. “OK then, Davey wavy, play with your little peter for us.” “I can’t, no, no, I can’t,” I protested. Skippy looked at his sister, “What do you say Bonnie? Do you want to see Davey wavy boy play with his little wiener?” Without saying a word, Bonnie nodded her head, and I almost died with humiliation, but my boner revealed my true excitement. At first reluctantly, I touched myself, and was shocked at the intense pleasure I felt as I started fondling my aroused little peter. “I knew it,” declared Skippy, “I knew it, he’s a little faggot jerk off, isn’t he, Bonnie, aren’t you Davey wavy boy?” He was pumping his cock into my anus with vigor as he continued, “Do you want to see him spurt Bonnie? Do you? Let’s make him come for us, tell him Bonnie, tell him you want him to shoot his spunk.” Bonnie’s jaw had dropped and her mouth was wide open with disbelief. But then she said, “Yes, I want him to do it.” Skippy urged her on, “You want him to do what, Bonnie, tell him, say ‘I want you to come, I want you to come.’” And Bonnie did, “I want you to come, I want you to come.” 

Just at that moment I shot out a ropy string of come that splattered on my face, and then another on my chest and another on the floor. Bonnie screamed with surprise and amazement. Just then Skippy exploded in my ass. “Oh my God, oh my God,” Bonnie repeated over and over. Suddenly Bonnie stood up and said, “I don’t want those panties or the blouse. You can have them.” With that she ran back up the stairs and slammed the door behind her. Skippy pushed my limp body onto the floor and went over to the dryer which was just winding down its cycle and the room went silent. Skippy tossed me my clothes and instructed me that I was required to put them on over the top of Bonnie’s blouse and panties. 

Of course, I complied. I wore them home, slunk into my bed room and stripped down, taking off the panties and blouse that were now mine. I buried them as deeply as I could in my dresser drawer. But later that night I waited until everyone else was asleep, and then tip toed to my dresser and put on Bonnie’s white shiny panties and pink blouse, got back into bed, and under the covers I pulled the panties half way down to me knees rolled onto my side and started masturbating, masturbating, masturbating, and finally, with my eyes closed and my mind reeling and spinning as I replayed everything that happened that day, and with an overwhelming sense of humiliation and fear of what Skippy and Bonnie might say to their friends, I spurted another load.