I was sixteen years old. It was summer, and I found myself hanging out with a neighbor, Eddy, who was a year older than me. Our parents were friends, and they thought it would be a good idea if we kept each other company through the summer, while they were at work.
Eddy didn’t seem very pleased to have to spend his time with the skinny kid from across the street. He bossed me around any chance he got. He wanted me to know that he was in charge and I soon got used to just doing what he said and not arguing.
We mainly hung out in his basement playing on his dad’s pool table. There were a lot of nude photos of women on the walls of the basement. There was a camera set up on a tripod in the corner. Eddy said that his dad was an amateur photographer and had taken all the photos.
No one had ever mentioned this about his dad. It made me realize that there were some mysterious things going on in this house that I knew nothing about.
One day, Eddy says we should mess around taking pictures like his dad does. He’ll take the pictures and I should pose like the ladies in the photos on the walls.
Eddy gets the camera in position and points to one of the photos and says we’ll try to get one that looks like this. So, I moved into position and tried to pose, similar to how the lady in the photo was doing.
Eddy yells, “What are you doing? You can’t have your clothes on. You have to strip naked. No one is going to be home all day, and it’s just us messing around, so just do it. Strip.”
I was in shock for a few seconds, not sure what to do, but the easiest thing was to do what Eddy told me to do. I knew that’s what would keep him from getting mad.
So, I stripped off all my clothes and started to try posing like the photos. Eddy took pictures from different angles and told me how to do different poses. He’d grab me by the hips and move me into position, then adjust my legs and arms, his hands all over me. He really liked being in charge, and handling my body like I was a mannequin or something. Being naked didn’t seem that weird, and I kind of liked the attention. I also liked the feeling of his hands rubbing different parts of my body. So, I just let him do as he wanted with me. I didn’t resist as he moved me from one position to the next. I had never had anyone touch me like he was. I wanted him to keep handling my nude body anyway that he wanted to.
After taking a bunch of photos, Eddy came over to me and pulled out a small book from his back pocket. It was a book of porn stories that he had taken from his dad’s stash. In between the stories were photos of people having sex.