When I was a kid, an older boy from my neighborhood (Phillip) decided to manipulate me into being his hump toy. He was at least 3 years older than me and I was a really insecure kid from a pretty messed up home, so when he started showing me attention, I was willing to do anything for him.

Prior to meeting Phillip, I hadn't really thought much about sex. There were never porno mags or videos around my house so it never entered my consciousness. He changed all that one day when he showed up at my house with a backpack stuffed with Playboys and Hustlers. Holy crap, I was hooked from the moment I first opened one. It didn't take long before he began to talk about masturbation, eventually leading up to him offering to demonstrate how it worked. I followed him into the bathroom and watched as he pulled out his dick with one hand and held open a porno mag with the other. He pounded furiously on himself until he came in the toilet. Immediately afterwards he packed up his mags and went home which left me wildly disappointed and desperate for another look at his stash.

I remember, after he left, trying to masturbate too since it seemed like he liked it so much (despite my thinking the end result was really disgusting). It felt good but I hadn't reached puberty so I didn't climax and quickly lost interest...but I REALLY wanted to see those magazines again!

The next day, right around the same time, he showed back up with his backpack full of mags. He explained more to me about what was going on in them and made some comments about how he wished he knew what it would feel like to have sex with someone. After a while it was back to the bathroom where he started masturbating with me as his audience. Once again, he came, packed up his goodies and left. This went on for the rest of the week, a frustrating cycle of getting a peek at naked women, watching him jerk off, then him leaving me for the rest of the day with nothing to do except wait for the next day.

Things changed the next week (he never came by on the weekends when my mom was around). He suggested that it'd be more fun if he masturbated by rubbing his cock against me. At first I said no but he had the ultimate carrot: he offered to let me keep one of the magazines until the next day if I let him. Soon enough he was standing behind me with his pants around his ankles, rubbing himself up and down my inner thigh. I was trying not to giggle the whole time but when his pace and pressure picked up I got a little scared. He ended up pressing me against my mom's vinyl couch, bent over, face to face with the porn mag that he was using to maintain the illusion that what we were doing was because of his interest in girls. Fortunately he didn't try to penetrate me, but he did cum all over my leg and couch. As soon as he was done nutting all over me, he went to restroom, cleaned himself up, packed all but one of his mags and went home. It took me a while to get everything cleaned up but I was thrilled that I now had a porno mag in my possession.

I was startled when there was a knock at my door a few hours later. Phillip was back and he wanted his magazine. I remember feeling so betrayed and angry. He offered a compromise: let him hump on me again and he wouldn't need the magazine back for a while. So back to the couch we went, me bent over as he humped my thighs until he came. This became our routine for weeks that summer, he'd hump me three or four times a day and I let him, just so I could have some alone time with one of the pornos. After a while he trained me to squeeze my thighs together to make it more intense for him, and to eventually let him rub himself between my ass cheeks (never penetrating me though). He also introduced hand lotion and vaseline to the humping. All the while, I wasn't actually getting anything out of the relationship other than a little attention from an older kid and a little time with a few nude pictures.

I think somehow our setup led to me being m****ted by some adults in the neighborhood, but I'm not 100% sure there was a connection.