In Article <214459Z16041995@anon.penet.fi> an164453@anon.penet.fi writes:
On occasions, it is definitely the boy who takes the initiative in starting something sexual with an adult. This really happened to me about 35 years ago.
As a young man in my 20s I had a special friendship with a 10-year-old boy in a group I directed. We had known each other since he started school. He was from a broken home but his mother had recently remarried at this time. We were good friends and there had been nothing intimate between us. He had stayed over at my house on occasions, slept with me but nothing else - and he said to me several times, "I wish you was my daddy!" So did I.
On this particular summer I was his camp counselor and therefore he spent the weekend in my cabin. One night he expressed the wish to crawl into my bunk with me. I had no qualms about this, since I knew the family well.
I became very startled soon after we got under the covers when he reached over, put his left arm on my chest, then slid his hand down inside my shorts and began to masturbate me. I had no idea he even knew how to do this. I could have handled it in a number of ways such as brushing his hand aside or turning over. But at this point I realized he was doing something he wanted to do. He was obviously not experienced, so I reached for his hand and without a word showed him how to make long strokes which was very exciting for me. He continued and brought me to orgasm in a short time.
I then reached toward him. He immediately pulled down his underwear, and I could immediately feel his very erect little penis with a drop of moisture on the tip. I gently massaged him, and although he did not ejaculate, he had a dry orgasm. We then went to sleep.
I never spoke to him about it the next day. We showered together without any conversation on what had happened, and the next night he crawled in and we had an identical experience. He lay on top of me and we embraced.
I have thought about this many times since then and realize that although it could be called a "seduction," it was also his way of trying to show affection. There was a mutual love there. This was the last time we ever slept together, probably because I had mixed feelings about what had happened. Nevertheless we remained friends as long as I lived in that area. He finally went off and joined the military, and when I was back there some 9 years later he made a point of coming to see me. We never talked about that experience, but the feeling was there. I said, "You were one of my favorite persons," and he replied, "Yes, I know."