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My bike gave me the freedom
I was fourteen and I got a bicycle second hand from my father. After school I would get on my bike and ride where ever I wanted. I was always home in time for dinner, but my afternoons were mine and I didn't have to put up with my mother and my brothers and sister.
One day I'm out riding and I decide to take this shortcut, I guessed it would empty out near the old train station. It turned out to be a dead end, behind some buildings, but no way out because of fences. A man was there and he asked me what I was looking for. He told me that the only way out was right back from where I came from.
He then walked over to look at the bike. Asked me if he could ride it. He rode back and forth up behind the buildings. He said he lived there and showed me where he lived inside this abandoned building. Inside he asked me if wanted to play with my willie. He sucked me that afternoon and I sucked him back. After that afternoon I went to there a lot in the afternoons. We got it on, and had sex, meaning he had sex with me. I liked it, I always did.
Then one afternoon in the fall, it was already pretty cool, he wasn't there. I went to his hide out and his stuff wasn't there. I never saw him again. All I have are the memories. Later I would have other men, but those afternoons with him were the best and when I masturbate I think of having sex with him.
I was twelve and would ride my bike way down one of the busy streets further and further each time. Watching the neighborhood's change was cool. I got to a mixed neighborhood where blacks and Mexicans lived and three boys got me to go with them into a abandoned building where they proceeded to rape me repeatedly. It was a sore painful ride home and my mom knew something has happened but I didn't tell her because I was so embarrassed.