when I was about 10 or 11 years old my uncle slept in a drunken...

state on our living room sofa. My older brother and I -who had both been raised on a diet of sexual abuse from this particular uncle- took it upon ourselves (at my brothers' instigation) to open up our uncle's trousers and play with his cock. My most powerful memory is of just how big (and how hard) my uncle's cock felt in my small hands. I remember feeling the wonderful experience of sliding the foreskin up and down, over the swollen head of my uncle's hard cock (I was circumcised, so this felt strangely different for me!). That's the only part of the experience that I remember, I don't remember any other part of that evening; nor do I remember anything of the sexual abuse that I suffered. I guess my way of coping with such painful experiences (emotionally) has been to block access to them. People just don't know how much they fuck you up when they abuse you. But then again, they most likely are only acting out what they experienced themselves.

By Anonymous on General,