Raped by a hobo 2 - Sex Stories

Raped by a hobo 2

First of all thanks to everyone out there who like my stories, it means a lot that ppl are out there that have the same fantasies as me. I always thought I was just sick or something. So I seriously appreciate it. It had been 2 weeks since I had my first really truly fantastic orgasm, it was forced on me by the dirty old resident hobo, the bearded scraggly old man had ambushed me on my way to the park and molested and groped me until I came into his rough scratchy hands. Since then I hadn’t left the house, except for school. I should’ve felt violated and disgusted, perhaps even angry or victimised. But I didn’t, I was just curious as to why this had happened, this man was the only one who actually made me cum. And in return I didn’t even have to touch him, I admit it was against my will, but only for a bit. I just couldn’t figure out what to do next. See ever since that had happened his parting words were ringing in my ears “if u want more you know where to find me, my little whore. And next time it will be better”. I didn’t know what to do, my mum told me to stay clear of this man, the public seemed to agree as I never saw anyone talk to him, instead they avoided him like the plague. Yet I knew I couldn’t go to him, he was a hobo, and he had technically raped me...kinda. That day was all I could think about for 2 weeks, my friends at school weren’t interesting to me anymore and I know I didn’t pay attention to the teachers, my penis was always hard and throbbing but rarely ...

... satisfied, I just didn’t know what to do. But like most things in my life I didn’t have a choice in what happened next, my parents were throwing another swingers party at my house, and this time it was big, they told me to make myself invisible for the next 6 hours. It was 8pm. So naturally I went for a walk outside, as I left the house I started to move towards the park to my normal route, when I remembered the events that had happened before. I knew I wasn’t ready to face that man again, so at the last minute I turned around and went the other direction. I wasn’t familiar to this way and I remember that it was quite nice to just walk around, all the houses were empty on this side of the street, my dad told me it was something to do with the economy or something, and quite a few were run down. It was really fun to imagine how the street would’ve looked if people were actually living there. The cool air was refreshing and I finally had a clear head, I dunno how far I had walked, but it was the best feeling. Its only when I started to get thirsty that I realised I must have walked quite far, I looked down at my watch and found that I had walked for 30 mins. Wow, I had seen not a soul for that entire walk, no talking, no cars, no dogs. Nothing. I decided to head back when across the street I looked a house. It was the most run down looking house I had seen, the front yard was fairly big but the grey steel fence was rusting badly, the little gate that should’ve opened into the ...