Desire ~V~Despair

From my early childhood at the time I was 4 and was placed into the foster care system.
I remember moving often to a new place. At the time I was 11 the family I was with decided to divorce . I felt bad knowing that I'll back in the loop, bouncing home to home never knowing what's next. However, that didn't happen. When they separated the "Guardian" is who I stayed with.
Some may call it abuse, some may call him a p**o. It was none of that .
I was groomed young , I enjoyed his friendship , the connection we shared.
The first "encounter" was by accident. I was in the shower under the warm water and stroking one off. I never heard him enter the bathroom, when I finished and realized there he sat on the toilet watching me. I stammered in shock and humiliation ...he was cool about it...he simply said all guys do it. As I stepped out of the shower and stood at the mirror, he came behind up behind me. He looked at me in the mirror as he pressed his manhood between my cheeks. (No entry)
He trusted between my cheeks and thighs. I could see his facial expressions in the mirror as he did me. I felt his thighs straining, his back arched as he embraced me. When he finished I felt his manhood throb and pulse with spurts of his cum.
He kissed the back of my neck....whispers "Good Boy".
At that time my fate was sealed. I learned what it felt like to be accepted by someone I could share with. Someone to teach me .
To this day I still think of him.