Chapter 1

Writing “Chrissy’s Unveiling” has been a tremendously rewarding experience for me. Fictional, but largely based on fact, I’ve found putting episodes of true personal experience into the written word is therapeutic. And so, I’ve decided to tell the truth of my experience as an adolescent at school. I’ve always dodged relating to anybody, even my wife of 43 years, what happened to me back then. I’m not gay, of that I’m certain. Yet memory of these incidents never fails to produce an instant erection.

I believe the reason lies in the fact I was raised in a strict Catholic home, with a father who was tyrannically obsessed with “the faith”, and his need to ensure his children were kept pure. Masturbation was a sin. Impure thoughts needed to be banished from the mind with prayer etc etc. Bullshit I know, but I believed it. I went through my own hell of personal guilt every time I gave in to the devil and wanked. And the thought of having to confess it to a priest made the whole deal worse.

The three incidents I’ll write about all involved me being forced by stronger boys and alpha males to do their bidding. Hardly my fault and therefore no need to confess them as sins to some priest who would possibly get off listening. I found out that for some reason, not at all sure what, males of a certain persuasion found me attractive.

When I was fourteen, I was tall and skinny. I was also cursed with a high IQ which meant I had jumped classes and was a full year and a half younger than the youngest of my classmates. I was painfully shy and slow to develop through puberty. I was extremely embarrassed about the fact that not a solitary hair had appeared in my pubic zone. I knew from being in the showers after footy games that I was on my own with this affliction. Every other lad had healthy bushes around their genitals and I was painstaking in my efforts to hide my immaturity from their view.

I had few friends, but one Saturday afternoon I went fishing in a local river with Ben, a classmate, who was approaching his sixteenth birthday. The fish were not biting that day and after a couple of hours we got bored and decided to explore the forest at the top of the grassy hillside which rose up beside the river. There were no houses in the area and we were all alone. The hill was quite steep and I was scrambling up using my hands to crawl with Ben behind me, when he reached out and slapped my ankle. I lost my balance and tumbled down on top of him.

We were in hysterics and wrestling while trying not to fall further down the hill. All of a sudden the older boy grabbed the hem of my shorts and started yanking them down my legs. I fought to keep them up but Ben had decided it would be fun to pull them off completely and set about the task in earnest.

I was laughing at first before realizing he was determined to succeed. I had a sudden huge sexual rush the like of which I’d never experienced before, my heart started beating like a jackhammer and my penis went rock hard. I desperately tried to hold on but Ben was much stronger and with one final tug my shorts were off and thrown down the hill. I scrambled down to retrieve them but he grabbed me again.

“Now your undies” he giggled and grabbed the waistband at the side.

I was in a blind panic now. The thought of my hairless cock and balls being exposed to Ben’s view was humiliating beyond belief. I was struggling hard but was now below him on the banking, on my back, with head pointing downhill. He grabbed the other side of the waistband, half stood up and yanked hard. Gravity took over and my heart just about leapt out of my chest as my undies were torn off.