Inappropriate love

This may be very hard for some people to read.  It deals with abuse.  Just a polite warning before you get started.


A middle son, Father's favorite, nope. Mother's favorite, nope, odd one out for sure.  But eventually someone's favorite it would seem.  An adult who was meant to mentor and protect took me under his wing. Built me up and made me special and taught me how to love. Love was about caring about what you did and paying attention to you and taking you places, including you in his activities and telling you all the things you never heard at home.  It was taking a little boys penis into his hand and stroking it as I pretended to sleep, not understanding why, but hearing the words how special I was as my cum covered the sheets.  It was entrusting me with a key to his apartment so I would have a safe place even if he wasn't there. It was putting his seemingly massive cock in my little hands and mouth because me making him feel good was sharing love.  It was making me a Grasshopper  and seeing how the alcohol made me feel so adult.  It was how much my ass hurt but knowing he was sharing something special with me.  It was our special movies and teaching me how to develop the film we took together.  It was the taste of cum and the feel of unshaven cheeks between my legs.  So many things make up love and a little boy doesn't understand how the man who loves me could just disappear.  He shared his love with others apparently and had to leave town ahead of those who couldn't understand how he loved me.  And a poor little boy is left feeling he was no good and couldn't be loved, left alone again, the middle son that no one needed.  A broken boy who never really learned how to love and never learned to trust his ability to care and who learned all to well that he was not good enough for anything or anyone.  He unleashed the demons into my soul, the demons that have ravished me every since, the demons that keep a little boy crying in a grown mans heart.