Thread by @mcginger22

Homosexual Pedophiles are preying on Nigerian boys , I was nearly sodomized twice as a kid , my baby brother too. Not many boys are as lucky . Men don’t tell their stories. Usually too ashamed to admit it .
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Recently I posted about how I was molested by a much older female who was my Mom’s student in the early 80s. Many people thought “but you enjoyed it na “ just because I am male . I explain that my intention was just to cast our mind to ever ignored male sexual experiences

Those girls had orgies with innocent me , sometimes 3 , 4 or more of them against just me . I ended up only with a painful penis cause there nothing to ejaculate . The worst could have happened. I could have contracted STDs , there where many cases of syphilis and gonorrhea

Most people had unprotected sex and the girls where already sexually active besides my tiny dick which they rode perhaps knowing I could not cum so would last as long as it took to climax them . Drug treatments where also rare

However I wanna talk about a worse scenario which is sodomizing male kids by older male homosexuals who probably can’t find adult partners and would resort to kids who they can get to keep secret of the encounter

Around 1992 , I should be in JSS 2 In a town called Oji River, there was this fine fair popular man I can’t even recall his name or even his exact face right now . He was married , to a very beautiful lady that I even admired then as a young kid .

He started paying serious attentions to me and I enjoyed his dotting on me as a kid . I innocently felt it was my cute self being loved or just because my dad was prominent and influential

This man gave me money and gifts to the envy of my mates . I was always eager to see him as he never ran out of something to hand me

I gained so much trust in him and I grew closer by the day to him . If you were around then you’d recall there where no cell phones . There was no landline self in my community

The only digital device which was new and stylish was what we called Organizer .
Most of my mates never saw one and didn’t know what it was . I later , many years later got it as a gift from my uncle who lived in USA

This man back in 1992 gave me a Yamaha organizer . That was the height of it. It’ should be compared to a man gifting a JS 2 pupil with iPhone X ,and that wouldn’t really compare cause this kid already know and probably has a phone but not iPhone X. I don’t know what else

Anyways he gifted me a Yamaha organizer and if I was a lady I would have even fallen in love with him cause that was a wow . I rocked my organizer and I became very popular for owning a bizarre digital devise in my environment

It was now time for the prey to strike . He had made sufficient investment in me and my trust in him was now unshakable. I lived alone with my dad who was a politician and travelled a lot at the time . Mom was teaching in another community.

My school Urban Secondary School was new and dad was one of those who created it and he needed his brainy son to benefit from their baby idea . So I stayed alone most of the time with no one really looking out for me . Even if they were they’d not notice

Kids were not locked up then like now . We roamed the neighborhood. I was an average good kid except that I was already sexually aware having been thought so early by the girls . But homosexuality was never a thing then . I didn’t even know the word existed

On the faithful day I was going to spend the weekend at my aunts place in a nearby town. I had eaten my transport fare in school cause on my way earlier my guy had told me to come see him after school as he had stuff for me

Confidently I ate the money I had cause he would certainly give me some money. I couldn’t wait for school to close so I could go get what I was promised

As kids we embarked in all sorts of innocent mischief, one of those saved me from a homosexual pedophile. I was a lazy kid except academically. So after packing my shots for the weekend felt too lazy to carry them by hand , instead I wore all of them at same time

About 3 shots in all with my school uniform on the top . Also a tee inside my white shirt . Who bothered about sweating or even discomfort? It was easier for me not to leave the bag at school anyways

So I set out with some friends after school and bragged to them that I would treat them to some nice ice cream when we meet up with my older paddy . I took them to his house so as that we could leave together after I’d gotten my gifts , innocent kids!

On sighting the gang he was not happy . He pulled me aside and complained about that . Why did you come with the whole community? I felt maybe he didn’t want to offend anyone by not gifting them too and I offered to discharge them and he beamed with smile .

I returned and formed an adult to my friends “ I will see you guys later , I need to discuss with my guy “ .
The snake couldn’t wait for the chick to return quickly

It was awkward for me when my guy now asked me to come sit on his lap . I was not happy. I was already beginning to feel some respect from this 40 something old man but here he is wanting to make me a kid . Sit on your lap ?

Nope am fine . Am comfortable on the sit . He continued to prod me . That kind of pestering when you quickly run out of the right words to say no with , I reluctantly and embarrassingly went over and perched on his lap

The pervert began to fondle me ! I was too shocked to move or say a word . It didn’t make sense to me . A man ? Touching me ? Gush ! Every sexual experiences I had went through the window . Nobody ever told me guys too . I mean I was already a pro with girls but what’s this ?

He quickly pushed me up , turned me around and then bent to kiss me
Deep thrusting kiss inside my mouth ! Guys my first kiss was from a dude . I hated kissing since then till now . I don’t kiss any motherfucker . Rarely actually

This man was breathing fast and very aroused and excited . I was stilled by the whole thing . My body was lethargic. My limbs were too weak to move . I didn’t even know if this was right or wrong, I just knew I didn’t feel good about this

Then he reached again for my crouch . Fondly through the knickers . He then rushed to unzip me . My Saviour was around .
He he unzipped my school pants and there was another short, he unzipped that one and there was another , then another

He was getting too desperate and was now fumbling as he raced to get to my butt .
The last knicker was the type that had a rope , I loved that knocker even more after the encounter

In his haste to untie the rope , he pulled the wrong way and it snapped shut . More frenzied dragging led to tighter knotting. He exhaled in exasperation. “ Guy wetin be this na ?” At that instance my confidence returned . I took a deep breath and my street instincts kicked in

“Why not you let me go home and remove these things and then return?” He paused , looked me in the face for signs but I kept as straight a face as I could muster . “You sure you return ?” “Of course I would , I would even be faster if you can give me money for bike “

Dude trusted me . He rushed his purse and fished out money . I can’t remember the amount or denomination but I just know it was enough for me to come 10 times over to serve him booty . I crossed the road sharperly and boarded a bike to redemption. He may still be waiting there

I never passed that root again. I sent his stupid organizer back . I discovered I didn’t need it or anything from the sicko . In fact the few other occasions he sighted me I’d quickly cross the other side of the road . He would call me and I’d make a face for him

I could see regret on his face , he missed this delicacy! After a while I stopped seeing him, never saw him again. But continued to see his wife . I was too embarrassed to ask anyone who they were or where he was . I can’t remember his stupid name now or anything

It was much later , when we gossiped about girls that I now told few of my friends about my experience. On guy whose dad owned a very big brothel in the town laughed and told me he knew the man and that he was “homo “ . What’s that ? He went ahead to lecture me

He said there where many of them at the time in the small Oji town and that they fucked themselves and some kids . It didn’t make sense to me , I just knew it was not okay to me . I got really scared of men after words and never entertained any masculine attention

I became very suspicious of any friendliness from older men . I could never sleep on same bed with a man . I could never sleep in same room with multiple strange men .

This helped me in my next encounter. One man kept inviting me and friends to his house , he said he cooked well and wanted to serve us . I told my friends I didn’t like the idea but they like all kids were eager to have free food

I didn’t tell them why exactly I didn’t wanna go but I later played along . I was on the look out for any foolish move so I can completely conclude. We got there and he sent his wife on a phony errand . His wife was a teen and could only utter yes sir. Apparently this was normal

She stood up and left . Dude went and fished for us . I refused to eat as it was already awkward to experienced me. My guys rushed the food . He now asked us to come over to adjourning room which to me was further away from ear shots. I announced our exit immediately

My friends wanted to protest and I threatened them that I would tell their parents they went house to house begging for food . That did the magic . Till date I never told the jew guys what’s up

We played soccer those days . Under 13 and we were very good . There was this fresh graduate of accountancy who thought us mathematics and doubled as games master

Dude could flog knowledge into your head . He was very good in maths and even better with the cain. He was dreaded. I was good in maths but not so good in soccer . But I loved soccer like most kids . So you had 2 reason to wanna be friends with that teacher

We used to camp then at the police college while we trained . My dad hated me playing soccer . He felt I wasn’t so good and it would distract me from the one I knew better -book . I’d run away from home to join kids at the camp

But this master paid little attention to me . He liked to play with the other kids . At night he’d ask them to come into his bed and I’d see him play intimately with them but never me . I felt unloved . Each time I tried to get close he’d dismiss me

I once told my mom this teacher didn’t like me for no reasons. Mom then told me we were related . She explained our relationship to me , his great grandmother was from my home . So why didn’t he like me even though we were relatives ? I had to confront him one day

He laughed and said yes we were relations and that he knew . That it was not true he didn’t like me . He laughed it off and said “ima nghota “- you won’t understand. It was after my earlier stated experience that while counting “homo” people to me my fiend mentioned him as one

At that instance I understood what he meant by “ima nghota “, he was a pedophile and homosexual but wouldn’t embark on incest

While I was already at the university, my kid brother in junior secondary school once refused to go back to school. He was in an Anglican seminary school then. I asked him why and he said one blind teacher was always disturbing him

Seeing how embarrassed he was to even talk about it, I knew it was same things . I insisted my parents changed school for him. I told my mom that he stood a risk of being molested if not taken away . I later overheard him talking about it with his mates,

The blind teacher molested kids in the seminary

There are so many cases of male child sexual abuses by both males and females . Most of the time guys are too embarrassed to talk about it .
In my own case I know that my encounter with those girls caused a permanent damage to my sexuality. I can’t tell y’all

I was lucky with the gay guy . It caused phobia for strange men to me but nothing sexual
Not all kids are that lucky . Many became homosexuals from these encounters or bis.

This long and boring thread is purely for the purpose of awareness. These were my experiences, no fictions. Parents and guidance should watch their male kids as much as the girls . If these could happen at my time when morality still existed how much more now ?

Get close to kids , discuss their daily experiences at school. Gain their confidence. Don’t be harsh . Allow them freedom to express themselves

Predators are everywhere. Schools . Homes . Churches. Parks .
Parents , relations , friends and even siblings could turn around to be abusers , always keep an eagle eye .
God bless y’all

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