Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Lizard69 Title: Perverts Park Keywords: M+b, Rape, reluc, Summary: What has been seen cannot be unseen. The true danger of too much information lies in what you do with it. This is a work of fiction. If you have trouble with the boundary between fact and fantasy, don't read it. If non-consensual sex between adult men and a young boy freaks you out, don't read it. Do not under any circumstances forward this file to anyone that hasn't specifically requested it. In case you haven't figured it out yet this is intended as *adult* entertainment. Do not allow it to be accessed by minors. If you have inadvertently downloaded it in a jurisdiction where such material isn't legal please delete it immediately. Do not re-post in whole or in part without this notice. Do not repost on any "for profit" site without my specific written permission. Copyright 2011 by Lizard69. Perverts Park (M+b, rape, reluctant) Lizard69 It was a lifetime ago, that summer I turned twelve. I still have a photo taken at my birthday that year. It's hard to believe I was ever that gawky looking boy with the thick glasses and the red blond buzz cut. The hormones had kicked in but I hadn't figured out how to jack off yet. If I look close I can even see the semi-permanent "stiffy" I had during my last few months as a child. We lived in a special place back then. It was an ordinary house, on an ordinary street, but on the other side of that street was a huge park that extended out past the city limits. There was an access road meandering through it with grills and picnic tables. There were miles of hiking trails. Much of it was left undeveloped. The street in front of our house was a knife edge cut between suburbia and wilderness. There were no electronic games back then, no cable TV. Even air conditioning was a luxury most people didn't waste money on. Having someplace to go when the weather got hot and tempers got short probably saved more than one kids life. I know it sure changed mine. It was late June, school had only been out for a couple of weeks. The weather was setting records for heat and humidity. Peeling down to a pair of sweat drenched briefs and finally even tossing those hadn't let me get comfortable enough to sleep. The clock in my bedroom said two AM when I got up to get a drink. A hint of breeze through the kitchen screen door made a late night walk more appealing than my stuffy room. I'd pulled on a teeshirt and track shorts when I got up so all I had to do was grab my sneakers and go. Technically the park closed at ten and kids my age had a curfew, but the cops who cruised the park didn't get out of their cars unless they saw something suspicious. Today the idea of a kid walking alone in the park after midnight seems crazy. Even back then I don't guess it was really safe but that wasn't something I thought about. Not having a destination in mind, I couldn't really say I got lost. I still don't know if it was luck, fate, or pure coincidence that led me to the one restroom in the park that was in the middle of a long trail loop instead of next to a parking lot. The way I was sweating I didn't need to piss that bad but there was a drinking fountain on the side of the building and I was thirsty again. If I hadn't hung around like a camel tanking up I'd never have heard the low moans from inside. It scared me, but back then I was so innocent all I could think of was that some hiker was sick or injured. When I stepped inside and saw the backs of several men who got there ahead of me I was relieved that others were already taking care of the situation. At least that's one way to describe what they were doing. One of the guys stepped back and let me get in front of him so I could see what was happening. The first time you see something totally new you don't really see it. This was that way, like looking at a combination of things that don't connect or adding two plus two and getting "green" for an answer. The guy who was moaning wasn't hurt. At least he wasn't hurt bad enough to keep him from standing up. The kid kneeling in front of him didn't seem to be hurt either. Not that I could see anyway, and since he was completely bare naked he sure wasn't hiding anything. Every man in there had his fly open or his shorts pulled down and a hard cock sticking out. More than one guy was rubbing his cock while watching what I was trying so hard to NOT understand. The kid wasn't any older than me, maybe even a year or two younger, and he had this grown mans cock in his mouth! The first couple inches anyway. The guy kept pulling it out a little and shoving it back in. One hand was stroking what wouldn't fit and the other was cupping the back of the kids head. This was so WRONG, but nobody was trying to stop it, just standing around like they were waiting for something. I had sex ed in school so in theory at least I knew about erections, orgasms, and ejaculation. None of that prepared me for what happened next. I'd started to back away then froze when I felt a big hand close on my shoulder. I must have made some noise when I figured out what was bumping against the small of my back. Whatever the reason, the kid on the floor wasn't just looking my way, he was looking right into my eyes when that pervert came in his mouth. Another man moved in as the first zipped up and left. Instead of putting his cock in the kids mouth he knelt down behind him and the kid got down on all fours. While the pervert slowly worked his cock into the kids ass the guy behind me bent forward and whispered in my ear. "See the juice dripping off his nuts and running down his legs? That isn't all lube or sweat. He's been fucked in the ass more than once tonight and the party's not over yet." I felt sick and confused. This was all so wrong. At the same time a rock hard stiffy was tenting the front of my shorts. When I saw that even the kid they were fucking had a stiffy, the whole thing got too weird for me. There was a picnic table a couple dozen yards from the restroom. I don't know how long I sat there in the dark trying to figure out how to deal with what was happening. I wanted to go back home and have a "do over" where I never went out tonight. I didn't want to know about a world where young boys get gang fucked by perverts in a public restroom. At the same time I couldn't get the way that kid looked out of my mind. He wasn't scared. Nobody was beating him up or holding him down. I couldn't understand how he could let them do that to him. It would be years before I could hear the word "cocksucker" without seeing his face, looking me right in the eye, as if he wanted to know if it was my turn yet. My turn for what? Did he expect me to put my cock in his mouth, or take his place? I didn't realize I was thinking out loud until a quiet voice from the other end of the table asked, "Does it matter?". I started to reply a couple of times before I finally stammered out that it would matter to me. Again I heard that voice in the darkness. "I suppose that kind of party would be a little wild for your first time. I swallowed my first load at a park a lot like this one when I was even younger than you. It was real luck that I ran into an older guy who started me off right." "What do you mean?" "He made me understand that getting a hardon watching guys cum didn't mean I was gay. Simply having an orgasm or giving one to another guy has nothing to do with making love." He moved closer and lowered his voice even more, not a whisper, but so quiet I had to lean close to hear him clearly. "You're old enough I'm sure somebody has told you about the birds and bees, so you won't knock up some silly little slut by accident. They've probably told you enough about VD and shotgun weddings to scare you out of doing much on purpose. I'll bet they even mentioned wet dreams and jacking off but they called them nocturnal emissions and masturbation. While your folks and your teachers were telling you this stuff didn't you get the impression they'd be a lot happier if they could ignore the whole issue? Like the only reason they were telling you anything was because they'd have to deal with something worse if they didn't at least cover the basics? I'll bet that if they even gave you a chance to ask questions, they made it pretty damn clear they weren't eager to answer them." He had it pegged so close to dead center that he could have sat through the same class I did. I'm not sure when he put his arm around my shoulders. I didn't notice it until his free hand on my thigh startled me. "The truth is they really didn't have much choice. The plumbing starts to work years before you're mature enough to settle down and start a family. So they tell you just enough to keep you from doing something really stupid and to let you know it happens to everybody. Having a hardon all the time doesn't mean you're turning into some kind of pervert. Sneaking a peek down some girls blouse is expected if you have a good shot at not getting caught. They're NOT going to tell you how good it feels to bust a nut. They figure you'll find that out for yourself too damn soon to suit them. They certainly aren't going to tell you how much better it feels to have somebody else get you off. It's almost like the difference between being tickled and trying to tickle yourself. You can pop your own cock but it's a pretty sorry substitute for letting somebody do it for you." His hand was moving on my thigh and I was starting to get a little scared. I hadn't planned on going out so I hadn't bothered with underwear. If his fingers slipped a little deeper into the loose leg of my shorts he'd be bumping against my stiffy. I guess I made some half assed attempt to get up and leave. "Relax, let me make you feel good, nobody else will know about it. If it's easier for you to pretend I made you do it that's OK. I don't have to play nice but there's so many willing dicks I've never had to get rough yet. It's dark enough out here you wouldn't recognize me if we passed each other on the street tomorrow." So I sat there with my elbows on the table and my face in my hands while he pushed up the leg of my shorts and pulled my cock and balls out into the open. I felt him shifting position then his breath on my thigh gave me a little warning. Enough to keep me from from jumping up and running away when his tongue wiped the head of my dick. Then he sucked my little stiffy into his hot wet mouth and I wasn't going anywhere. Frightened, embarrassed, excited, and all of it so intense I was almost physically sick. That's what I remember most about my first orgasm, the sensation being so intense. I'd soon learn to recognize it as pleasure but nothing had prepared me for that first time. I was so out of it I got all the way home before his parting words really sank in. "Same time next week". It was the longest seven days of my life. My dick seemed to alternate between shrinking down to a little acorn and getting so hard it hurt. I couldn't touch it without thinking about how it felt in his mouth and I couldn't keep my hands off it. Then I'd remember that kid in the restroom. Somehow I knew he started like this. The idea of taking his place made my stomach flip and shrank my dick down to nothing. Worst was not having anyone I could talk to. School was out for the summer and the coach that taught sex ed sure as hell didn't pass out his home phone number. Maybe my parents wouldn't go nuts if they caught me jerking off. They'd probably lock me up somewhere if I told them I liked to daydream about a queer molesting me while I beat my meat. When the big night finally arrived I didn't believe I could fall asleep if you'd whacked me with a baseball bat. Somehow I nodded off anyway and woke up just after one, scared to death I'd missed my chance to feel that good again. It was dark enough at the table I wasn't sure it was the same guy. Since I didn't get a look at him the first time I wouldn't have been sure anyway. Still, it was nice that he couldn't see me blush when he told me I was early. He put an arm around my shoulders and practically carried me off the trail into the trees. We were still trapped in that heat wave so it didn't bother me when he pulled off my teeshirt. Then I heard, "OK kid, time to lose the shorts.", and felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. I'd been so hot for the chance to do it again that it never occurred to me he might want to do something different. The idea of getting bare assed right there in the open was almost too much for me. Yeah, it's hard to believe now I was ever that green. "Well, what are you waiting for? Neither one of us came out here to play checkers." So, a minute later I was standing there in nothing but my sneakers wondering what to do with my hands and noticing he didn't have that problem. He didn't let me pull away when I popped my first load almost as soon as his lips wrapped around my tool. It barely started to soften before I felt it getting stiff again. Finally I settled for resting my hands on his shoulders while his were all over me. And his mouth, my god, the things he did, teasing me with his lips and tongue until my hips started rocking, then kissing my belly and thighs until I'd cooled down a little. Soon I was begging him not to stop whenever his mouth left my dick. Suddenly he stood up and said, "your turn". "What?!" "Don't be a dope. I've made you pop your load a couple of times and I'm ready to do it again, but I want to have some fun too. Get down on your knees." I'd never dreamed that anything could be so embarrassing. How could I be so stupid that I didn't see this coming. I couldn't run away unless I wanted to do it naked. My clothes were somewhere close but he'd never let me stall long enough to grope around until I found them. The only people who would hear me yell for help were other perverts. Would they pull him off me, or pull their dicks out and get in line? I never actually decided to get down and blow him. It's more like my knees buckled at the thought of being just like that other kid. I'm not sure what I was planning to say when I opened my mouth. Ask him what to do? Tell him to leave me alone? Whatever... His dick was in my face before I could make a sound and squirting cum a couple of heartbeats later. I guess I swallowed some. More of it splashed my face and chest as he pulled out. Then I was on my hands and knees thinking about puking until he reached under me and grabbed my cock. I was blushing so bad I should have lit things up like a ninety pound firefly. He'd just finished fucking my mouth and my dick was still a hard little spike aching for some attention. He jacked me off, hard and fast, until I popped my cork then got up and left while I was catching my breath. It was just as hot and humid the next day but that wasn't why I was back in the park. All morning I'd wandered around like a zombie and my mom kept tripping over me while she tried to do her housework. If anybody knew what I was thinking I'd have died from embarrassment. I tried to ignore it, but images of that pervert fucking me kept drifting into my head. Eventually I had to either get out of the house or explain to my mom why I was blushing so bad. I got to the park right after lunch and for the first time in my life really watched the people around me. I probably learned more in that one afternoon of people watching than twelve years of being a self centered brat. My uncle often talked about how hunting was such a great sport, especially when he was baiting some predator that might be more than he could handle. Now I knew how the bait felt. It's like I was wearing some big sign that only perverts could see. Nobody actually hit on me but I could tell a couple were checking me out. After supper things got more interesting. There was a playground with picnic areas all around and trails leading off in every direction. The really little kids and their parents or sitters were gone. The adults that were still there ignored the kids, except for one guy walking around with a leash and dog collar. Other kids weren't interested and eventually he came over to me. I stared at the dirt in front of the bench while he told me his puppy had slipped the leash and asked if I'd help him search for it. Don't ask me why, I don't think I'll ever know, but instead of answering his question I asked a couple of my own. "Is it really true that there's somebody for everyone? Like if a guy thinks tall, skinny, red heads are totally hot, somewhere there's a girl like that who thinks he's cool? Or every short, fat, girl has some guy out there who thinks she's the best?" He agreed that it was probably true. "So, if there are grownups who try to lead kids into the bushes, there must be some kids who are supposed to go with them, even if they know there isn't any puppy. And they can't tell anyone about it later, because everyone will know they could have just walked away." I'll never forget the way he was staring at me when I finally looked up. Like he'd just won the lottery but was scared that he'd get run over by a truck while crossing the street to cash in the ticket. Without a word he turned and walked down one of the trails. I hung back, just close enough to keep him in sight. Now and then he'd look back then shake his head like he couldn't believe I was really following him. He seemed to have forgotten the collar and leash was still in his hands but he might as well have been leading me like a dog. We didn't go too far after we left the trail before he had his fly open. His dick was different from the ones I'd seen before. It was only a little thicker than mine even if it was a couple inches longer. Instead of standing in front of me he knelt down and had me get on my hands and knees so his cock in my mouth was pointed almost straight down my throat. He grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my face, deeper and deeper until I started to gag, then he'd back off for a while before seeing how much I could take. It would be a long time before I could swallow a whole cock but it only took him a few minutes to teach me the basics. When he finally pulled out I was trying so hard not to loose my supper I hardly noticed him moving around behind me. Before I knew what was happening he'd tugged my shorts down around my thighs and his wet slippery fingers were pushing lube into my asshole. He clapped one hand over my mouth and leaned in close to whisper in my ear as he used the other to aim the head of his dick at my hole. "See kid, I can make it easy for you. I made your hot little boy-pussy nice and wet and slippery. Now it's time for you to be my little bitch boy. Push yourself back onto my cock until I'm in you to the hilt." For just a second he must have thought I was going to fight him. Instead I started sort of rocking backwards, not really moving but pushing against his prick then easing off when I couldn't take anymore. It was almost a surprise when the head of his cock popped inside. I guess he figured it was a little late for me to yell for help. Both of his hands grabbed my waist as I slowly pushed myself onto his shaft. His pubic hair was tickling my ass cheeks when he pushed my teeshirt over my head and down my arms. It didn't seem fair. I was down on all fours, completely bare from my wrists to my knees, while he only had his fly unzipped. If anyone caught us they'd see me naked and just enough of his cock to know he was fucking me. It was so weird. A total stranger was fucking me in a public park and all I could worry about was getting caught! I guess getting caught was something familiar while the rest was more than I could deal with right then. The pervert probably didn't take more than a couple of minutes to get his load off but it felt like forever. I must have been sort of in shock or confused or something, because I followed him back to the picnic areas without even wondering if anybody had watched us leave. I should have wondered. Instead I sat there like a lump until the park closed. An old guy and his granddaughter were the last ones walking past me on their way out when he sent her ahead and told her not to worry if it took him a while to catch up. There was plenty of bench. He didn't have to sit so close. Still, I didn't think anything of it until I felt his hand on my thigh. "He fucked you, the guy you followed into the woods earlier." Maybe I should have said something but it didn't sound like a question. The cops were coming through when I pushed his hand away and got up. They slowed down when he grabbed my wrist but must have thought I was helping him to his feet. A smile, a friendly wave, and then I watched the tail lights disappear as he put his arm around my shoulders and we walked toward the street. "I'm sure you know what he did was against the law. Right or wrong isn't so clear but it's a pretty safe bet you aren't in any hurry to tell all your friends. You don't need a nosy stranger giving you a load of advice you didn't ask for, so I'm going to settle for giving you a couple extra things to consider while you're trying to sort it all out. I spent most of my life as a county court judge. There isn't anything you could tell me or any question you could ask that would shock me. I'm retired now. I don't judge people anymore. Most afternoons when the weather is nice I'm somewhere out here looking after my granddaughter. If you did come to me for advice, the sort of questions you asked wouldn't be anyone else's business." We'd reached the street and were standing under a light when he lifted my chin until he was looking me right in the eye. "You're not the first kid who's been turned out by some pervert in the park, maybe not even the first one this week. Some of them will report it to the cops, most won't. If you decide not to tell, you also need to decide what you're going to do the next time a pervert tries to get you into the bushes." Thinking about it on the way home got me so hard I had to jack off before I could get to sleep. They say that losing your cherry is easier the second time. Maybe so. It still took me four days to hook up with another pervert. Joining the late night crowd at the restroom was out. That was too much like jumping into the deep end of the pool without knowing how to swim. What I really wanted was to shower with a cheerleader not suck off the football team. Fat chance! The few times a cute girl noticed me, all she saw was a twelve year old nerd staring and drooling with some serious wood in his shorts. I'm probably lucky the girls involved didn't get their male friends or relatives to pound the snot out of me. The old guy was around but I wasn't ready to talk about anything yet. If I had talked to him he could have told me I was being stalked. The day it happened I'd found a shady patch at the edge of the woods where I could flop down and prop my chin on my hands while I pretended to watch some older kids playing volleyball. The perv said I was asking for it. He might have been right. I was wearing my oldest teeshirt, one that had been washed so many times it almost looked wet before I started to sweat. When my legs got too long I'd turned my old jeans into cut offs. They were kind of small to begin with and a hardon was making them even tighter. It didn't help that one of the girls playing volleyball was so cute it almost hurt to watch her. I wasn't even thinking about other perverts when I finally ducked into the woods. He was just a few yards inside the tree line but the brush was thick enough he couldn't see the volleyball game from here. In fact, the only gap in the bushes had a view of the spot where I'd been laying. I was still pretty new to this whole sex thing. Even today I miss more than my share because I don't catch on to what's being offered. Still, when a pervert is standing there with his cock in his hand, watching me drool over some cutie, it's a pretty safe bet he's thinking about me the same way I'm thinking about her. I could have run. What was he going to do, chase me through the park in broad daylight with his dick hanging out? There were enough people around all I had to do was yell and he'd take off like a scared rabbit. Instead I froze. I'm not sure how long I stood there with my mental gears crunching as I made the transition from doing the girl, to being the girl. By the time he put his cock away, stood up, and walked over to me, I knew I was fucked even if we hadn't worked out the details. He kept one hand on the back of my neck as he guided me through the woods but I can't really say he dragged me into the bushes. Eventually we came to a pair of ruts and a small wooden shed. That part of the park had been some farmers wood lot once upon a time. There weren't any windows but it had enough cracks in the walls and holes in the roof that it wasn't too dark even after he closed the door. Whatever tools had been stored there were long gone but a rusty can near the wall still had a little thick machine grease in the bottom. He didn't leave me standing there for long. He had my teeshirt off and shorts down around my ankles almost before he got the door closed behind us. That was just the beginning. His hands were all over me while I learned the difference between bare and naked. It got worse when he started to talk. "Hey kid, you know the only good thing about having a wife? Whenever you want to fuck she has to do it. The next best thing is taking some young boy and making him fuck like a horny little slut. I've seen you around the park, slut boy. I know what you need even if you don't. Now kiss me." I knew I'd have to suck him and probably take it up my ass but this was too weird. It was also way too late for me to back out. I tried to give him a peck on the cheek but he grabbed my face and planted one right on my mouth. "Come on boy. You can do better than that. I'm not your grandmother. Open your mouth and suck on my tongue like it's a big wet cock." He had me wrap my arms around his neck. For the longest time I stood there tongue kissing a pervert while he molested me. It wasn't just gross. It made everything else more personal. Like he was fucking me in places his dick couldn't reach.. Every time he brushed against my stiffy it got a little harder until I was so close to popping a load nothing else mattered. Finally he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me in until my crotch was against his thigh. Without even thinking I started hunching myself against him, humping his denim covered leg like a horny dog. All of a sudden somebody opened the door and light poured into the shack. The pervert roughly pushed me away but I was past the point of no return. I'm not sure if I was trying to jack off or just cover myself, but a couple of heartbeats later I was standing there naked with cum dripping off my fingers while two fully dressed men laughed at me. I should have been expecting it. After all, this was the first time I *wasn't* afraid of getting caught. I wanted to curl up and die but didn't think I'd get away that easy. The stranger was kind of scruffy looking and had a brown bagged bottle in one hand. "Hell, I was just looking for a quiet place to tip a couple, don't need no floor show. I'd kind of like to watch though if you don't mind. Could even see dippin' my own wick if I had the chance. It's been a while since I had any and I'm not fussy. Wish ya had a girl though." The pervert laughed again. "No you don't. If we had a girl here we'd have to slap her half senseless to make her do what we want and scare the crap out of her to keep her from running to the cops later. Even then there's no way to be sure she'd stay scared. Boys are easy. Get them bare and the fight goes right out of 'em. They're all on a hair trigger and once you make 'em shoot they don't say nuthin' to nobody. Warm summer day like this nobody expects to see this kid before supper time and they won't get nervous as long as he's home before dark. Don't need to twist his arm when we have that much time." He tipped my chin up and started deep kissing me again. If it felt weird the first time it was six times stranger to have another guy watching and waiting for his turn. Drying sperm made the skin on my hands feel tight, but not so tight as the skin on my dick when it started to get stiff again. He jerked me until my hips were rocking, then his hand was gone. They both got a kick out of the way my little stiffy waved around while I fucked empty air. The pervert went back to kissing and petting me. Twice more he got me going then pulled his hand away. The last time he had to grab my wrists to keep me from finishing what he started. "See what I mean? Ain't no trick keeping him hard and horny. The tricky part is not lettin' him bust a nut until he does whatever you want. How about it kid? How bad do you want to get a load off? Bad enough to reach back and spread your cheeks so I can shove a couple greasy fingers up your ass? Then do it, and don't even think about touching your prick until I say so!" I won't blame you if you can't believe I stood there completely bare letting a drunk watch a pervert finger fuck my ass. The longer it went on the worse it got. By the time the second guy came in my mouth I knew all about blue balls. The pre-cum oozing from the tip of my dick left a snail track on my stomach as I laid down on the dirt floor and pulled my knees up and spread for them. I don't remember all the things they had me say. Stuff like, "Come on, it's tighter than your wife.", and, "Fuck my hot little ass.". Mostly I remember them telling me over and over to smile and "Say it sweet." or "Say it like you mean it." The perverts kept me there all afternoon. Even with the grease I was pretty sore when they finished with me. I'm not sure when I found my way back to the playground or how long I sat there sort of drifting in and out before I noticed the old guy was sitting next to me. "When you were a judge, did you send a lot of people to prison?" "Yes, the ones who needed to be there." "And some of them went to prison for making kids do sex stuff? Kids like me?" "Some of them." "Did you ever think that sometimes it was OK for them to do it?" "Do you mean like, he wanted to do it and the kid wanted to do it, so I should just leave them alone?" "Not exactly. More like, he has to be really sick to make a kid do that kind of stuff but the kid knew what he was getting into and probably had it coming." He thought about that for a while and started to say something a couple of times before finally answering me. "In the years I was on the bench I met just about every sort of human trash you can imagine. Once in a while I'd see some fairly decent people who got caught up in a bad situation. While some people were more guilty than others I don't believe I ever met anyone who was totally innocent. Keep in mind that I wasn't being asked to pass judgment on the victim. Another thing to remember is that the worst criminals I had to deal with were always eager to blame somebody else for their mistakes. Are you telling me you knew he was going to fuck you? You were planning to be sexually abused?" "No! Well, maybe. Oh...I don't know. It's super embarrassing and all the time he's doing it I'm scared sick that my parents or friends will find out. Afterwards, it's like I was the loser in some giant pillow fight, only pillows don't make my butt hole sore. Pillow fights don't make me cum either. I don't know if that's the best part or the worst. It feels so much better than jacking off I get a stiffy that could drive nails just thinking about it. Then I think about him feeling that good while he's making me do stuff and it's all so dirty I want to crawl into a hole somewhere and never come out." "I guess you've got a problem. The laws against adults doing stuff with kids are made to protect innocent children. If you aren't innocent and don't WANT to be protected the law doesn't help much. I'd have to lock you up to keep perverts away from you and I'm not sure even that would do a lot of good. One thing I am sure of is that what you're doing right now is a disaster waiting to happen. Think about it. While you're doing it the only person who knows for sure where you're at and who you're with is the pervert doing you. The only thing he can be certain about is that if you talk, he goes to prison. If you keep this up long enough you WILL run into some jerk who's so afraid you might pick him out of a line up, he'd rather take his chances on not getting caught for killing you. That isn't the worst thing that could happen. There are a few twisted monsters out there that can't get hard unless they're hurting something. Women, kids, small animals, they don't care as long as it screams while they fuck it." Well, that was something to think about all right. I went back to jacking off and stayed out of the park unless I was doing normal kid stuff. That first pervert was right. It wasn't quite as dull as trying to tickle myself but it was more a reminder of what I was missing than any sort of relief. On top of that I couldn't get the privacy I needed anywhere but the bathroom and if I was in there more than five minutes my mom or dad was pounding on the door asking if I fell asleep. I got through a couple of weeks about half a step ahead of a major case of blue balls before I ran into the old judge again. "If I have to stop doing it or die I'm dead. I managed to get a load off less than an hour ago and I'm already so horny the first pervert to grab my crotch is going to make a sticky mess in my shorts." I don't know if I managed to shock him but the way he looked at me made me think about what I'd just said. The whole situation had me going a little bit nuts. "Grab a seat kid, we need to talk." "Right out here in the open?" "Best place for it. No way for anyone to sneak up on us. As long as you keep your voice down nobody will know what you're saying. I used to have a bunch of fancy titles but these days anyone I actually listen to calls me Fred. I don't need to know your real name. From your hair I'd guess half the people who don't know you but want to get your attention call you Red. Is that OK or would you rather use something else?" "It's OK." "Well, to start with I'm really, deeply, sorry I didn't do a better job of explaining things the last time we talked. I honestly didn't mean you had to give up sex. I've been around long enough to know that once somebody starts they aren't going to stop. People who find themselves in a situation where they can't get what they want will accept some pretty lame substitutes, but they don't just stop. What you need to quit doing, is taking off who knows where, with God knows who, so they can do things a kid isn't supposed to know about." "So what am I supposed to do?" "Give up sex and go back to shooting hoops and building model cars." "But you just said..." "Hey, you asked me what you were supposed to do. That's the answer I have to give you. If you want advice on how to avoid getting arrested or killed I can give you that, but it's a completely different question, OK?" "I don't understand." "Well Red, it's like this. Nobody is perfect but most people obey most of the laws most of the time. If they do break a law they usually pick one that few people care about and try to do it when nobody is watching. For a criminal to end up in jail somebody else has to know about the crime and care enough to report it. If a pervert is going to stay out of prison he has to get his kicks in a way where the people who care don't know and the people who know won't talk. That's why what you were doing is so dangerous. Dead kids can't talk. The only way for you to be safe, is to make sure the pervert knows that no matter what he does to you, things will go better for him if you make it home than if you disappear." "How do I do that?" "Whoever you're with has to know that somebody else knows he was with you." "You mean like having him tell my mom who he is before I go somewhere with him? Even if I found somebody stupid enough to do that, what is he going to tell her when she asks where we're going and what we're going to do there?" "Not like that, you have to be more like an undercover cop or maybe a spy, where the people around you only know what they have to. Your mom knows you're playing in the park. As long as you aren't causing trouble that's all she needs to know. She doesn't even want to know what you're doing every minute of every day. All a pervert needs to know is that you'll go with him and that somebody knows who he is and where to find him if you don't come back. All your lookout needs to know is who you're with. Where you go and what you do there is your own business." "Would you be my lookout? At least until I get the hang of how it works?" "Well, a lookout really shouldn't know what you're doing, just who you're with, but I suppose we could try it and see how it works." Instead of a bench near the playground I picked a fallen log right at the edge of the woods. My hands were shaking so I picked up a stick and started poking at the grass with it. There was an older guy sitting next to me so fast it was creepy, like there was a whole bunch of them just waiting for me to move away from the other kids. "Hi, I'm Matt." "My friends call me Red." "Are you with somebody?" "Sort of. That old guy over there kind of looks out for me. Do you like to explore? There are some really neat places out away from the trails but he says it isn't safe for me to explore alone." "Wouldn't he worry about you taking off with somebody you just met?" "Maybe...enough to start looking if I don't come back. All he needs to know is that I'm not alone and who I'm with. C'mon, you'll see." I didn't exactly drag him over to Fred. The guy was taller than me and twice as heavy. We still got there a little quicker than he wanted to. "This is Matt. He'll go exploring with me if it's OK. I need to stop at the bathroom first. Back in a minute." It took a little more than a minute but not much. Matt was waiting outside the restroom. I knew exactly where I wanted to go, so as soon as Fred smiled and waved we headed for the trails. Matt groaned when he saw the 10mi sign on the one I picked until I grinned at him and told him the place I wanted to go was a lot closer. He groaned again when I turned off the trail just past the second mile marker, on the uphill side. He wasn't exactly fat but he must have been close to my dads age and wasn't used to keeping up with a twelve year old kid. The ridge wasn't very steep or high but the trail looped around the end instead of cutting across. On that end was a wide pit several feet deep. If you looked over the edge you could see a couple miles of trail but if you ducked you were completely hidden. "Isn't this neat? My dad says the army reserve used to play war games out here years ago. When I told him about this place he called it an observation post where soldiers would watch the trail and report back to headquarters." Matt came up beside me and put an arm around my shoulders. Nothing rough but I could tell it would take a real effort to pull away from him. "So Red, do you ever do more than exploring out here?" "I'm not supposed to tell, but I think you already know. Promise you won't tell anybody?" "Our secret. Honest!" "Everybody knows how old guys like you want to do sex stuff with pretty young girls. You know that some of them like really young girls, kids my age or even younger?" "Yeah." "And you know how sometimes if a pervert wants to do sex really bad and the girl doesn't, he'll make her do it anyway?" "Yeah, sometimes." "Well, sometimes the kid isn't a girl. Then it gets all mixed up and scary and really, really, embarrassing. If I had to pick between playing softball with some friends, or going somewhere private with a girl and trying to get her to make out, I'd be with the girl. But I don't know any girls. I don't have any friends. I can't even find another kid who wants to explore, just old guys who want to make me do stuff." "What kind of stuff?" "YOU know...sex stuff. Weird sex stuff. I'm not a homo. Why do men want to do that to me?" "Well Red, I can't say for sure why any other guy does it." His free hand was unbuttoning my shirt. "Maybe he doesn't want the grown up queers spreading rumors that he isn't as straight as everyone thinks." When he finished the shirt buttons his hand was rubbing my stomach and dipping down inside my pants. We could see people on the trail but even if they looked in the right direction all they'd see is my head and a little more than that of the guy standing next to me. He kept talking while he played with me. "Maybe the pervert is married and thinks that as long as he isn't doing some other woman he isn't really cheating on his wife. Maybe he remembers when he was your age, and he was way too embarrassed to tell anyone what the 'nice old gentleman' next door was doing to him. You know kid, if that old fart got half as much pleasure out of fucking me that I'll have fucking you, I can almost forgive him for making me his bitch." "His bitch?" "Yeah. That perv had me any way he wanted, whenever he felt like it. I don't know if he was just totally horny or if he maybe wanted to get caught. After a while it's like he wasn't even trying to keep it a secret. I'd see the neighbors watching me come and go and they'd look away quick when they saw I'd noticed them watching. Like, everyone was pretending I wasn't really going to *that* house. He had a daughter, not a kid, a woman my mom's age or even older who would come over to do laundry and cleaning. I'd see her watching him take me out to the garage or down in the basement and I'd start to blush. Then she'd get really interested in whatever she was doing and pretend she didn't see us. After a while I think my mom knew. He would call while I was out playing and tell her there was some chore I'd agreed to do then forgotten about. He'd ask her to send me over no matter how late I got in so I'd learn about being responsible. I learned all about being responsible from the look on her face as she sent me over to get raped by that pervert instead of doing something to stop it." "If you didn't want to do it why didn't you tell?" "At first I was too embarrassed. I didn't want everyone to know some pervert was fucking me. Later I didn't want them to know how long he'd been doing it. I wasn't even twelve when it started and I was almost old enough to drive when he croaked from a heart attack. If he only averaged once a week he must have had me a couple hundred times. It might have been twice that. Some weeks he had me almost every day. Sometimes he'd leave me alone for more than a week, then make me do it three or four times in one day. After a while it got to be like doing a chore, not fun but nothing to get upset about. It wasn't even that embarrassing as long as it was just me and him. I'd have died if anyone else found out." I sort of shivered then. He must have thought it was because he'd undone my denims and slipped his fingers into my skivvies. To be honest, that did have a lot to do with it. The other part was thinking about the kid in that restroom. I still couldn't see myself in his place, letting a room full of perverts take turns. Letting ONE pervert, maybe even this one, do it any time he wanted to was something I could imagine. In fact, by the time my shirt was somewhere behind me and the rest of my clothes were bunched around my ankles the idea of being his bitch was getting pretty hard to avoid. "So kid, you got any lube? I wasn't exactly looking for this when I left the house so I didn't bring any with me." "No. I, uh, guess you'll have to do it in my mouth. I mean, even with lube it hurts. I couldn't do it without anything." "You just need to know how. Bend forward a little and pull your butt cheeks apart." With one hand on the back of my neck and his other taking a firm grip on my crotch I didn't have much choice. Then he moved around behind me but before I could panic he dropped to his knees and slipped his tongue between my cheeks. The way my dick started to swell as he drilled the tip of his hot wet tongue into my pucker, it was almost like he was pushing it up the inside of my cock. Standing up his hand returned to the back of my neck but it was only to guide my head towards his own hardon. Again and again he spit on the fingers of his free hand then transferred the wetness to my ass while I frantically gobbled his knob, hoping to get him off before he got behind me again. The good news is he was almost ready to pop when he pulled out of my mouth. The down side is that I don't believe *his* dick ever got bigger than it was right then. I never saw him pick up my shirt and tie a knot in it, but when I opened my mouth to beg him one more time not to do it that way the knot was forced between my teeth and the shirt tied behind my head. Then he trapped both of my arms in a one armed hug from behind while using his free hand to guide his dick into my ass. I struggled, cried, begged, even screamed but the gag muffled my efforts so well somebody twenty feet away probably wouldn't have heard me. My eyes must have bulged bigger than the knot in my mouth when he first shoved his dick up inside me. The strange thing is that it wasn't from the pain. Look, it hurt, and I'm not talking any of this, "hurt at first then started to feel good", bullshit either. The best it got was really uncomfortable and right at first it HURT! But it's like there was something else going on too. I was on the edge of total panic before it really started then as he shoved it all the way in I remember thinking like, "Oh, hey, I can handle this if it doesn't get any worse." It didn't. It stayed right on the edge of what I could deal with. I don't know if the physical pain actually eased off some, or I just got used to it hurting that bad. Whatever, when the pain itself was no longer my whole world the emotional side of it swelled to take up the slack. It's hard to explain. Maybe I shouldn't even try. It's just that everything I'd done up to then had seemed like a really big deal... while it was happening. I let this guy do that, or those guys made me do things, or that other pervert made me do it. Even the lead up to this was part of that other stuff. Only now it was different. What Matt did to me made everything before it seem like some kind of little kid game. It wasn't just rape. Others had done that, even made me cum while they did it. He didn't say or do anything special. It was..., knowing. For the first time I was aware of all sorts of things. Most of them things I didn't want to know. Even while I struggled and tried to plead with him past the gag I knew that nobody had forced me to come here. Knowing this would happen wouldn't have stopped me from going with him. If he'd been in a little less of a hurry he could have talked me into gagging myself instead of forcing the knot into my mouth. Being unable to yell for help scared me less than the idea of somebody seeing me like this. I wasn't even crying so hard over what he was doing right then. What was really tearing me up was knowing this was only the beginning. This first attack would be over soon. I don't think it took more than a couple minutes though it seemed longer at the time. Then, in a few days, maybe a week, he'd tell me to be somewhere, and I would go there. From now on I'd be his own private version of the kid in that restroom. It wasn't until much later that I fully understood. There was another reason I struggled so hard. Deep down I must have known right from that first time that it wouldn't stay private. If I was being taken, there wasn't much I could do about limiting when or where. Matt would be careful. After all he didn't want to get busted either. Sooner or later though, there'd be a mistake or we'd just get unlucky. Sure, the old judge already knew what sort of stuff he was doing to me. Four other perverts knew for certain I wasn't a virgin. This was a turning point. Up until then I was worried about getting caught. Afterwards I worried about how soon and how bad. As it turned out, I didn't have to wait long. I felt him cum in my ass and thought it was over. I wish! He kept his softening dick in my ass while his breathing slowed and he removed the gag. Eventually it slipped out and he let me get dressed. We started back up the trail as he spelled out the way things would be. "That's a pretty good spot Red, but too public and too far to walk for a quickie. You need to stop at my place before you go home. I'm self employed but I usually schedule my jobs early so I'm free after noon." It turned out Matt's place was on the next block over and about a block and a half down. I couldn't quite see his house from my bedroom window but our back yards were on the same alley. The two car garage held his wifes car and a half completed hot rod he was working on in his free moments. His wife was doing dishes when he led me into the kitchen and pulled a cold soda and a beer out of the fridge. We hadn't actually been introduced when she told me to wait a minute as Matt started back out to the garage. "It doesn't matter what my name is because you're never going to call me anything but ma'am. I heard Matt call you Red when he asked you in. That will work well enough for whatever I have to say to you. Get clear on one thing right now, he's my husband, to have and to hold 'til death do us part. He knows full well that he's dead if I ever catch him with another woman. That's not a problem for him because he only goes outside our marriage for things no decent woman will do. "That brings us to the second thing. Even if this state allowed a wife to testify against her husband in a criminal case I wouldn't be eager to drag the family name through the sewer. I won't turn him in. If I have to I'll cover for him. If you go to the cops it will be the word of two adults against yours. "Finally, this is my home as well as his. I won't go pussy footing around or allow parts of it to be placed off limits. If I need to get some canned goods out of the basement or my car out of the garage I'm going to do it. If that means walking in on the pair of you in the middle of some disgusting perversion, well, that's just too bad. You're not the first. This isn't anything new. I no longer find it very shocking. In the right context some of it is actually amusing. Our daughter is so entertained by his antics she actually looks for opportunities to walk in on him. Now get out of my kitchen and try to stay out of my way." Well, that didn't put an end to me hanging around the park. I still went there to girl watch and play. I'd even talk to the judge now and then. The active part of my sex life had moved away from there. It would eventually return, at least occasionally, but that's a different story.