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This story happened when I was 19 years old and decided to return to my childhood village.
My childhood friend, whom I wanted to see, stayed behind in the village. We hadn’t seen each other for many years, and I was interested in chatting with her, maybe going on a date.
I arrived in the village and started staying with my relatives. From them, I learned that my friend worked as a cashier at the local bakery. I started visiting her, talking about life. Over the years, she had become more attractive: large breasts, perfect calves, a sweet face. Then I firmly decided to try dating her.
One of her days off, I called her and asked her out. She agreed. We had a nice walk, talked, chatted, and I even got a kiss on the cheek from her. By the way, her name is Lydia. After that, we went for walks a few more times, and then something happened that destroyed me…
My relative had a neighbor living near his house. He was a man of about 50. He invited me over to hang out and spend time together—we hadn’t seen each other in a while, while I was living in the city. I unsuspectingly agreed. The next day, I went to the man’s place, we sat down at the table, and began eating and chatting. For some reason, he started asking me about my relationships, why I went out with Lydia so often, and so on.
At some point, I felt like I was about to pass out. As it turned out later, this man had slipped something into my tea. After that, I passed out and woke up tied to his bed. I came to and saw his bulk behind me—he was naked, and so was I. I moaned and passed out. As I later realized, he had fucked me. I woke up on a bench near his house with a pain in my anus, and I ran to Lydia’s house because we were supposed to meet.
Somehow Lydia found out about everything. She opened the door, gave me a disgruntled look, and I started apologizing. She was wearing short shorts. Then she kicked me sharply in the balls and called me a faggot. I grabbed my manhood and collapsed to the ground. Lydia stood next to me and closed the door. We never saw each other again after that.
I recovered and went home. From then on, I continued seeing that neighbor.
Damn, that’s some messed up shit right there. Hope you’re doing okay now, man.
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