Many years ago from the age of 7-13 i was photographed and sexualy abused by my next door neighbour, Though abused is not strictly true he was kind and never forced me to do anything, He liked to watch me undress and pose around the house which i did'nt mind at all, His favourite was for me to lay on his sofa legs open and play with my penis that realy turned him on, Of course he used to touch me and suck me and i enjoyed it he taught me how to suck him, but he never tried to fuck me even when i was 11 and said he could, In some ways i wish he had i suppose in my boyish way i loved him, My parents never knew what i did with him which is just as well realy, I was very upset when he died suddenly but could not show it in case of awkward questions, I was watching them clear out his house and a guy was burning stuff in a bonfire so i went over to see what he was burning and there in the flames were lots of burning photos of me, The guy smiled and said dont worry only me you and my dead brother will ever know and winked at me.