Nighttime Action: Part 1- "The beginning&quot - Sex Stories

Nighttime Action: Part 1- "The beginning&quot

... straight, long light brown hair which stretched down just barely passed my shoulders and I didn't have a single hair on my face yet. My mom thought that since she was a &#034hippie&#034 back in her day, that I should look that way too because it was somewhat still in &#034style&#034 to wear large clothes and let your hair grow long. So after my tenth birthday she just let my hair grow as long as it could and even though I was a boy, there were many times I was mistaken for being a girl. My name was Nathan so that made it pretty clear what sex I was, but It was mainly that I practically looked like the average flat chested pre teen girl at my school and as a result, I was picked on a lot at school. Truthfully, I was also probably one of the most innocent of boys in my seventh grade class, being the youngest and all, so it was easy to catch me &#034off guard&#034. My parents had a small house located at the farthest side of the rural side of town we lived in and my school was only a mile from our home. They each had jobs that made it hard for them to be able to pick me up after school so I walked most of the time. I would often walk home from school, but even though there was only a mile of distance, I still had to cross a considerably &#034bad&#034 neighborhood going to school and back by foot. That day I was walking home and I was already half way there when I decided that instead of walking two blocks around these two sets of houses, I would just take a short cut. So I ...

... headed through the deserted, long narrow path that split two rows of houses apart and I took a deep breath as I walked by an overflowing garbage tank. I then looked down distracted by the way my shoes were getting dirty from walking through the path which had no form of pavement, since it was just dirt. I then realized it was probably a mistake going through this long narrow, unpaved pathway, especially since I was alone and I remembered the way my mom told me never to take these shortcuts. I was half way down the path and I paused after walking a few more steps when I noticed my shoe laces were loose, so I bent down to tie them as I normally would. While I was busy tying up my shoe laces a stranger approached from behind and tackled me, causing me to tumble over. The stranger quickly took my book bag off and I was on the ground so I had my back against the dirt as I grabbed one of the handles, holding on tight so that he wouldn't take off with my stuff. Instead he just pulled it hard, as it flew from my hands and he tossed it to the side, onto the dirt, but after taking my bag he then brought his attention back to me. The man pinned my arms down as I yelled, &#034Hey! Get off of me!... Ahh!... Urggh!...&#034 I struggled as I tried to push him off of me and he held my arms down since he was much stronger than I was so he easily overpowered me. He said, &#034Stay still boy... Shhh...&#034 He was an older man, maybe in his late forties, early fifties and he had white hairs spread ...