When I was growing up just before adolescence, my parents could not afford a house, so we had to move in with my uncle, my aunt, and my three cousins. Every morning uncle would come up to me and perform a trick; from doing card tricks to unreal hackysack skills. They never got old since everyday uncle would come up with a new one. I never thought that Uncle was a sketchy man. He seemed innocent and happy-go-lucky. That is, until the middle of June. On that day, Uncle had reached around, and touched me on the buttocks. My friends at school had told me what a child enthusiast is, and I started to release a face of disgust whenever uncle did that. After a couple weeks or so, uncle would occasionally touch my crotch with a trick, the giving me a sudden smirk. One day, uncle woke me up around 4:00 AM to show me a "grand" trick. I followed him down to the kitchen where he stopped in his tracks. He turned around and stared at me for a couple of seconds. Just then, uncle took off his belt and let his heavy jeans drop. I turned to run, but uncle slid his hand over my mouth. He pinned me down to the ground while still covering my mouth. He then peeled his boxers off his waist and let his large sack drop. It let out a wretched stench as I tried crying for help. Uncle shifted his hand off my mouth quickly and thrust his rooster into my mouth. It was so salty, so hairy, so large that I could not handle. Uncle had his knees against my chest, pinning me and making it hard to breathe. I let out flows of tears as I watched my own uncle take away my innocence. After what seemed like forever, uncle ripped his wet rooster out of my mouth and put his pants back on. He held me and told me that if I tell anybody, or not comply with his commands, he would blast my head off with a shotgun and rape my dead body. This went on for a month or so. Uncle would wake me to perform oral love and keep warning me. One day, in early September, uncle woke me up right past 1:00 AM and put me in ties. He took my limp body out to the back of his truck, where he quickly ripped off my pants and undergarment and thrust his massive rooster deep within my bowels. I cried as he tore my star fish apart. After an hour of penetrating my weak back door, uncle tied me back up and put me in his truck, down onto the floor. Uncle and I rode the countryside together, sometimes stopping at an old, abandoned building to penetrate me once more. I never could escape, not even kill myself. He would make sure that I would never be able to move, and when I did, I got this chance to tell you about him. Crap, he's coming. Guess I gotta en
