I saw a man on the train the other day who looked like Harry who many years ago was a close friend of my grandparents. He also lived right down the street from them and I wouild visit him lots of times when I was stying at my grandparents house. They knew where I was and trusted Harry since he was also involved in the same church. If my momory serves me well I think it began when I was 11 and went on until I was around 13. At the time Harry must have been at least in his late 50's because it all ended when he retired and moved to Florida. I was a little chubby 11 year old at the time when Harry first asked me if I knew what a penis was which I did because of my youngest brother. Harry was always wonderful to me treating me to things and always buying me gifts for my birthday and Christmas. After the first penis question he brought it up more everytime I saw him and began telling me he had cronic pain in his penis. Then one day after talking about it he ask me if it would be ok to show it to me. I don't remember what I said but must have said yes or it was OK or something at least. He only pulled his zipper down and took out his penis rubbing it slightly until he had an erection. Then he started telling me the only thing that stopped the swelling was when he rubbed it until it leaked and thats pretty close to the words he actully said. He began masturbating and then I watched him ejaculate and he intentionally made me watch until his penis went limp again. At the time naturally I didn't know what masturbation or ejaculation was so I must have believed his explanation. Then he said he shouldn't have shown me that but that he trusted me more than anyone. Thats when he took a bible out and had me swear not to tell anyone about his penis problem because it was embarrassing to him. Not that I have cared for many years about swearing on the bible but the truth is I never did tell anyone about it or about what went on the next almost two years. The thing is I have always been to ashamed to tell anyone especially my grandparents while they were still living.

I visited Harry about 3 to 5 times every month after the first time he masturbated and he did five or six more times having me watch him. By the third or forth time instead of just unzipping his pants he began taking off his pants and underwear. When he masturbated he always used baby oil telling me it soothed his penis better and he also rubbed the oil on his scrotum. To be honest I think I was a little fascinated at how he ejaculated so much semen and didn't mind at all watching him do it. One aftenoon he told me his hand and arm were stiff from his old age and asked me to do it for him. I don't know what I said to him but think I said I didn't know how or something simalar. He just said he would show me how and tell me what to do. He just stood up and this time took all his clothes off and sat back down naked. I had already seen him naked from the waiste down so I don't recall being upset or afraid when he did that. Then he had me squirt the baby oil on his penis and scrotum and then have me rub it in on him. He leaned back and had me get on the floor between his legs and showed me how to hold his penis in my hand and how to jerk him off. As I was doing it he had me hold his scrotum with my other hand and instructed me how to rub under his scrotum and behind it. Once he came he thanked me a half dozen times and we went in and washed my hands and he washed his hands and genital area never getting dressed again. We went back to the living room and he once again produced the bible where I pledeged never to tell anyone how I "help" him with his penis problem. I'm almost certain this went on for about twenty one or twenty two months before he retired. Never in all this time did he ever touch me or ever try to have me undress. All the times I masturbated him he was always naked and stayed that way an hour or more each time. During that time he went to Disney World with us and two other vacations but during those he didn't try to have me masturbate him but always at his house. I doubt if I felt ashamed until I was in high school and began to understand how he manipulated me. I don't think about it much for a long time but sometime I just grin at myself knowing how naive I must have been. When I was masturbating Harry it amazed me how a little penis could get so big just by holding it and dumb enough to beleive it was just swelling up for no reason. I guess the reason I never told anyone is because it makes me look so foolish. I sometimes jerk off my husband and he does like me doing it but don't have a clue who taught me.