Anonymous2: Sup fellow perverts. I want to tell you all a story that so far I've only ever talked about with a therapist before, and even then I wasn't totally open about it. There's not really anything I can do to prove that it isn't another stupid bullshit reddit story, at least not while remaining anonymous. That said, I'm not doing it for internet points or anything like that, I kind of just feel like getting it off my chest, and frankly I know some people are going to get off to it.
So.. in 2009 I was not 18. I was not 13. I was.. 12. I cut my teeth on pornography very young when I accidentally stumbled upon porn of Roll from Megaman on some weird geocities page and my life changed ever since. I was pretty bad at finding pornography, but thanks to piracy I did have a copy of eMule installed that I soon learned I could use to find "doujins" if I knew what to search for. Without really realizing it, I already was basically only into loli and shota content, which was probably a bad omen. But, up to that point I really didn't find porn of stuff that wasn't somewhat popular, so I assumed it didn't exist. Some time on an AIM chat I lamented that there would never be porn for something like American cartoons, and they laughed at my naivety and linked to rule34.paheal.net. (Just FYI, they knew i was not 18. arse, the old internet.) I was blown away, and began searching through the site for just about everything - but I was big into Cave Story and I couldn't wait to bust a nut to mimigas at the time.
So that's how I ended up on this image. But for the other side of this story, I have to mention my family situation.
My parents. My mother and father didn't really have a good relationship for as long as I could remember. My father was kind of a dick and a pervert, and did everything wrong. From infidelity to drinking too much to being shockingly pervy around me and my brother, my parent's relationship was deteriorating. I didn't really understand why she was so bothered at the time. He waved his penis around all the time and I assumed it was just normal stuff amongst family. It did start to get a little worse with him playing 'pranks' on me when I was in the shower but I never thought too much of it. It was just all I knew. In any case, she was getting sick of his shit and I know they stopped fucking because I stopped hearing it. (The walls were not that thick, and I shared a wall with them unfortunately.)
My parents work arrangement changed a lot over time, mainly because they kept losing their jobs. Economy was not great, and they were not really good employees. They were definitely working blue collar or service jobs most of the time, but my dad at least was able to make some decent money doing automotive work. At the time this all went down, like some of my contemporaries, when I got home from school I had a solid 2 hours alone. My parents were out at work and my older brother was out at college. I could tell my parents werent home because their cars would not be in the driveway. The day that this went down, my dad's truck was not in the driveway, as usual. So I thought perfect, time to fuck myself like crazy.
So... I went up and searched Sue_Sakamoto and opened a few images in a few different tabs and started working it. It's funny looking at this image now. At the time it seemed amazing, and on my 1024x768 CRT it certainly looked a lot, well, bigger. (I know that was probably out of date by 2009, but I was happy to have my own computer... We weren't exactly rich.) Anyway, I tended to start slow and try to edge a couple times. At first everything was normal but I occasionally was hearing very slight noises. Being a stupid and horny kid, rather than go to stop and check, I thought OK, I better just cum fast so I can't get caught. Seconds later the door fuckin busts open and I'm so disoriented that I knock my mouse off my table trying to minimize the window. And then that moment is the one where my father went from creep to criminal, because he yelled at me to Keep Going. So my mouse is dangling half way over the side of my desk, I'm looking at porn of Sue Sakamoto, and I am jerking off while my dad watches. I honestly can't even take all this in, and I go from full chub to semi-chub just out of embarassment. He's taking off all his shit and I'm fuckin weirded out but I do keep trying to punch it out. I usually would get close to climax pretty quickly but I was definitely dealing with some hardcore kind of performance anxiety here.
He did make some remarks about how I'm jerking off to some "faggot shit" but honestly I can't remember anymore. I didn't know it yet, but he already knew from creeping on me/my computer that I jerked off to this stuff, so it wasn't the super disappointed reaction I had expected. It's probably silly of me to assume he had any right to be disappointed with me in that moment, but oh well. Either way, after a minute or two he starts to push his old dick and balls against my relatively small face and starts jerking off so close that he accidentally hit me a couple times. I was finally instructed to stop beating my meat and start sucking him off, but you know, I didn't really know how, so it was a lot like that bit in school where you try to explain how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, except for raping your kid in the mouth. It took a goddamn long time, I was getting tired and sore, and I was not sure if he was gonna cum but after what felt like an hour he came a fuck load and it was absolutely disgusting, it was hot and it felt like it sorta burned when I tried to swallow it. I didn't realize how fast cum could come out until that day, nor the weird sensation when it goes down your throat. I assume most kids my age learn this when trying to suck their own dick, but I was too fat to do that. Thankfully, my dad saved the day on that one.
So about the truck thing. I eventually found out he parked his truck in the backyard to hide it from me, that this wasn't the first time, and that sometimes, he would cleverly hide a video baby monitor (I think that's what it was, anyways?) in various places to spy on me when jacking it after school. This wasn't the last time that happened, but, even though it was really fucked up, I wasn't ever as scared when it happened again, just disgusted and annoyed. And thankfully, in a couple of years the opportunities would run thinner as their work arrangements slipped again and eventually he seemed to lose interest. Honestly, I just about forgot that it ever happened for a while.
For all of the old man loads I endured, it did come with some benefits. For example, I no longer gave a shit in school because my dad could effectively no longer get mad at me for anything without running the risk of me telling someone. I also didn't really have to deal with any 'curfew' type restrictions anymore for the same reason. I got a nicer computer (that I would eventually use to get into the IT field and now I work managing networks). Honestly being a kid I didn't even realize it was so severe... I didn't even really know it was a crime. Now I know that I probably could've made him stop altogether without even losing those perks. Ultimately though, he was never caught, though he eventually did get prison time for an unrelated crime after I moved out and my parents were already well divorced. I have no idea where he's at now, as we pretty much lost contact after I moved out.
Well, there you go. This drawing of Sue Sakamoto ultimately had nothing to do with me getting incested on, but whenever I see it I definitely remember the day that it all began. And as terrible as incest and child abuse is and as much as I understand that it was a crime, the worst part of my childhood was still losing my binders of Porkyman cards.
Anonymous4: @Anonymous: Sold off in a garage sale. :'( My parents thought it was my older brother's because at one point it was, and he had moved out by then. Wasn't home at the time to know it was happening.
Anonymous5(3): @Anonymous: Terrible; nobody should ever have to go through the traumatic experience of losing their Porkyman cards. You should sue over it.
Anonymous6: @Anonymous: there is some serious irony in calling this faggot shit while it sounds like you are male and he is male... I mean.. i'm just sayin
@Anonymous: so... they just sold your brothers old stuff without asking? Mental.
So.. in 2009 I was not 18. I was not 13. I was.. 12. I cut my teeth on pornography very young when I accidentally stumbled upon porn of Roll from Megaman on some weird geocities page and my life changed ever since. I was pretty bad at finding pornography, but thanks to piracy I did have a copy of eMule installed that I soon learned I could use to find "doujins" if I knew what to search for. Without really realizing it, I already was basically only into loli and shota content, which was probably a bad omen. But, up to that point I really didn't find porn of stuff that wasn't somewhat popular, so I assumed it didn't exist. Some time on an AIM chat I lamented that there would never be porn for something like American cartoons, and they laughed at my naivety and linked to rule34.paheal.net. (Just FYI, they knew i was not 18. arse, the old internet.) I was blown away, and began searching through the site for just about everything - but I was big into Cave Story and I couldn't wait to bust a nut to mimigas at the time.
So that's how I ended up on this image. But for the other side of this story, I have to mention my family situation.
My parents. My mother and father didn't really have a good relationship for as long as I could remember. My father was kind of a dick and a pervert, and did everything wrong. From infidelity to drinking too much to being shockingly pervy around me and my brother, my parent's relationship was deteriorating. I didn't really understand why she was so bothered at the time. He waved his penis around all the time and I assumed it was just normal stuff amongst family. It did start to get a little worse with him playing 'pranks' on me when I was in the shower but I never thought too much of it. It was just all I knew. In any case, she was getting sick of his shit and I know they stopped fucking because I stopped hearing it. (The walls were not that thick, and I shared a wall with them unfortunately.)
My parents work arrangement changed a lot over time, mainly because they kept losing their jobs. Economy was not great, and they were not really good employees. They were definitely working blue collar or service jobs most of the time, but my dad at least was able to make some decent money doing automotive work. At the time this all went down, like some of my contemporaries, when I got home from school I had a solid 2 hours alone. My parents were out at work and my older brother was out at college. I could tell my parents werent home because their cars would not be in the driveway. The day that this went down, my dad's truck was not in the driveway, as usual. So I thought perfect, time to fuck myself like crazy.
So... I went up and searched Sue_Sakamoto and opened a few images in a few different tabs and started working it. It's funny looking at this image now. At the time it seemed amazing, and on my 1024x768 CRT it certainly looked a lot, well, bigger. (I know that was probably out of date by 2009, but I was happy to have my own computer... We weren't exactly rich.) Anyway, I tended to start slow and try to edge a couple times. At first everything was normal but I occasionally was hearing very slight noises. Being a stupid and horny kid, rather than go to stop and check, I thought OK, I better just cum fast so I can't get caught. Seconds later the door fuckin busts open and I'm so disoriented that I knock my mouse off my table trying to minimize the window. And then that moment is the one where my father went from creep to criminal, because he yelled at me to Keep Going. So my mouse is dangling half way over the side of my desk, I'm looking at porn of Sue Sakamoto, and I am jerking off while my dad watches. I honestly can't even take all this in, and I go from full chub to semi-chub just out of embarassment. He's taking off all his shit and I'm fuckin weirded out but I do keep trying to punch it out. I usually would get close to climax pretty quickly but I was definitely dealing with some hardcore kind of performance anxiety here.
He did make some remarks about how I'm jerking off to some "faggot shit" but honestly I can't remember anymore. I didn't know it yet, but he already knew from creeping on me/my computer that I jerked off to this stuff, so it wasn't the super disappointed reaction I had expected. It's probably silly of me to assume he had any right to be disappointed with me in that moment, but oh well. Either way, after a minute or two he starts to push his old dick and balls against my relatively small face and starts jerking off so close that he accidentally hit me a couple times. I was finally instructed to stop beating my meat and start sucking him off, but you know, I didn't really know how, so it was a lot like that bit in school where you try to explain how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, except for raping your kid in the mouth. It took a goddamn long time, I was getting tired and sore, and I was not sure if he was gonna cum but after what felt like an hour he came a fuck load and it was absolutely disgusting, it was hot and it felt like it sorta burned when I tried to swallow it. I didn't realize how fast cum could come out until that day, nor the weird sensation when it goes down your throat. I assume most kids my age learn this when trying to suck their own dick, but I was too fat to do that. Thankfully, my dad saved the day on that one.
So about the truck thing. I eventually found out he parked his truck in the backyard to hide it from me, that this wasn't the first time, and that sometimes, he would cleverly hide a video baby monitor (I think that's what it was, anyways?) in various places to spy on me when jacking it after school. This wasn't the last time that happened, but, even though it was really fucked up, I wasn't ever as scared when it happened again, just disgusted and annoyed. And thankfully, in a couple of years the opportunities would run thinner as their work arrangements slipped again and eventually he seemed to lose interest. Honestly, I just about forgot that it ever happened for a while.
For all of the old man loads I endured, it did come with some benefits. For example, I no longer gave a shit in school because my dad could effectively no longer get mad at me for anything without running the risk of me telling someone. I also didn't really have to deal with any 'curfew' type restrictions anymore for the same reason. I got a nicer computer (that I would eventually use to get into the IT field and now I work managing networks). Honestly being a kid I didn't even realize it was so severe... I didn't even really know it was a crime. Now I know that I probably could've made him stop altogether without even losing those perks. Ultimately though, he was never caught, though he eventually did get prison time for an unrelated crime after I moved out and my parents were already well divorced. I have no idea where he's at now, as we pretty much lost contact after I moved out.
Well, there you go. This drawing of Sue Sakamoto ultimately had nothing to do with me getting incested on, but whenever I see it I definitely remember the day that it all began. And as terrible as incest and child abuse is and as much as I understand that it was a crime, the worst part of my childhood was still losing my binders of Porkyman cards.
How did you lose them?
@Anonymous: so... they just sold your brothers old stuff without asking? Mental.