At the age of 12, I was a newspaper carrier delivering my papers in two tall apartment buildings (We lived in one of them). One day while I was 'collecting', one of my customers, (who used to throw us kids from the shallow to the deep end of the pool just for laughs) answered the door in a terry-towel white robe. I told him how much he owed for the paper, and he responded with: "I have to get my wallet. Come on in." When he came out of the bedroom and told me to sit down on the couch as it would take a couple of minutes to sort out the change, and would I like a beer? I was amazed: I was 12 and the drinking age 21 (in those years)! I accepted. He also offered me a smoke... I had just started the lousy habit. After about five minutes...there was no rush - I was drinking, I got up to admire the view outside. He lived on a myuch higher floor than I did, so it was sorta fascinating! As I was looking out of the window, he reached over and felt my crotch. I really don't remember thinking anything of it... I just let him grope; I was enjoying the beer!!!
He told me to come and sit down. I did. he started playing with my crotch again, and unzipped my trousers. I was hard. He pulled my pants and underwear down and began feeling my dick. I had just started getting pubic hair (had about 25)!!! Anyway, all of a sudden, he puts his mouth on my penis, and rolling the foreskin back. It felt incredible! He started jerking me, and I had no idea what he was doing, only that it felt good. He kept telling me to shoot my "jizz" (no idea what that was) but I couldn't. Finally some liquid rose to the surface, but he unhappily remarked that it was just a couple of drops of urine. I had no idea what he wanted.
He told me to follow him to the bathroom, and I did. He undid his robe and this monster popped out (maybe to my 12 yr old eyes 6 inches was a 'monster' - my memory is that it was huge)! He started jerking and all of a sudden this white stuff came out and shot acroos the bathroom into the tub. I was speechless... I really had no idea what it was (honestly)!
He finally paid me for the paper, told me to say nothing, or he would be forced to tell whomever that I was drinking underage. I bought that line! It continued like this for about 5 weeks. At about this point he started to make fun of my small uncut penis (I was only 12; what did I know about size)? He started to tell me that I would never be able to satisfy a woman and that an uncut penis is as ugly as shit... "no-one has a penis like that...check out your friends after gym." Well, we didn't take showers after gym, but I did find ways of seeing my friends naked. What he said appeared to be true and two things happened:
1. I became (and still am) a voyeur, and
2. My self-worth plummeted and stayed like that for many, many
years
Over the next 14 months he continued to play with me and 'bad-mouth' my body. He took hundreds of photos of me often covering my face with a pillow, so that i could not be recognised (his words). He also stated asking me to bring my friends over... I started to avoid his place, but my father (who contolled the finances of my job) kept telling me to go and collect from him. Every time the guy played with me.
One Saturday afternoon, while lying on my tummy, with a pillow over the back of my head, he fucked me. I screamed and cried. Eventually he stopped, helped clear up the blood and gave me another beer. I never went back to his place and gave up my paper route.
Unfortunately, he would run into me in the elevator, the garage, the stairwells... (never occurred to me that he was stalking me) and each time he would pull my pants down, blow me and let me get on my way. It finally ended when we moved to another town.
By the way, at about 12.5 years, I finally blew a load..but he was unimpressed, cuz it was so 'little' (the amount of cum and my dick)!
I never told anyone (except an aunt with whom I was close in age) about this until the age of forty.... only to have my family question the truth of the story. Fortunately, my aunt verified the story. The result: I must have led him on since I kept going back.... oh well; you win some, you lose....
And that was my first time(s)!