[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Bad touch (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 2/8/2016 5:27:27 AM EDT
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Someone brought up the topic of "creepy uncles" on a job site the other day. Seems like almost everyone has some type of story where they had a run in with a pervert as a kid.
I had a pervert uncle but he was out of the picture before I was born. Apparently he tried to get after my older brother but my bro wasn't to keen on the idea and went straight to my parents. There was also a really nice old guy in the neighborhood that always sat out on his porch swing. We all used to go over and listen to his stories. One time when I was about 12 he asked me if I could come in and help him change a light bulb. I had to stand on a little ladder. All of a sudden he puts his hand on my thigh and says " I'm just making sure you don't fall"  Needless to say I gave him a wide berth after that
So pretty much everyone that was talking about it had some kind of creeper story. I even asked a few close friends and a good majority of them had some kind of "incident" in their youth. Is this shit really that common or is it because I live in Pennsyltucky? |
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Your thigh will never be the same. http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk234/zakattacks18/oldguy.gif I've got some change in my pocket for the muscely armed paper boy 
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Your thigh will never be the same. http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk234/zakattacks18/oldguy.gif Wanna come inside for a cupcake and a glass of wine? Whoever drinks the most Tylenol PM wins!! |
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Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought...  I have no idea what that means and I'm not sure I want to  http://youtu.be/6f7pgA0riU8I'm so lame 
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Wanna come inside for a cupcake and a glass of wine? Whoever drinks the most Tylenol PM wins!! Quoted:
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Your thigh will never be the same. http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk234/zakattacks18/oldguy.gif Wanna come inside for a cupcake and a glass of wine? Whoever drinks the most Tylenol PM wins!! Hmmmm Sounds like you've done this before 
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Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought... I came here expecting this as well "You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel." One of the best songs of the '90s. |
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"You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel." One of the best songs of the '90s. Quoted:
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Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought... I came here expecting this as well "You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel." One of the best songs of the '90s. Fify |
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So put your hand down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts... (great song, and an awesome band!)
It's sad how common this seems. Pretty disgusting really. I had a little league coach who showed up on the Megan's Law website years later for doing stuff to someone under 14. |
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Cub Scout Den Father apparently liked little boys.
Pretty much every boy in town +/- one year of age from me was pulled from scouts then and there, and our parents never let us go back. I was young but I understand that back then, small town justice was meted out. Frankly, there's no justice for the shit he did to one of my friends. |
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Mom had a friend who was kind of a horn dog and not bad lookin. She'd mess with me a little when I was 14-15 or so. It was HORRIBLE, I tell ya. Horrible. You poor, innocent victim. I wish I'd been a poor, innocent victim. At that age, I had to try like hell to get laid. Hurts my pride to think about it. |
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There was this guy who would try to lure us kids into his house, wanted us to drink beer and play video games with him.. We called him "uncle perv" and immediately started attacking his house at night with eggs and such. Pretty sure someone broke out his basement window and put the garden hose in there. I to this day deny any involvement in that particular mission. He moved away. |
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I'm from PA and don't have any stories like that. I guess I was an ugly kid. I had a big scary looking dad. People knew he lost his stuff over little things. Little league coach turned out to be a chomo but he never messed with me. Guess they also choose softer targets. |
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Wanna come inside for a cupcake and a glass of wine? Whoever drinks the most Tylenol PM wins!! Quoted:
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Your thigh will never be the same. http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk234/zakattacks18/oldguy.gif Wanna come inside for a cupcake and a glass of wine? Whoever drinks the most Tylenol PM wins!! No thanks, Tylenol PM makes my butthole hurt for some reason. |
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So pretty much everyone that was talking about it had some kind of creeper story. I even asked a few close friends and a good majority of them had some kind of "incident" in their youth. Is this shit really that common or is it because I live in Pennsyltucky? 
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I had a big scary looking dad. People knew he lost his stuff over little things. Little league coach turned out to be a chomo but he never messed with me. Guess they also choose softer targets. Quoted:
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I'm from PA and don't have any stories like that. I guess I was an ugly kid. I had a big scary looking dad. People knew he lost his stuff over little things. Little league coach turned out to be a chomo but he never messed with me. Guess they also choose softer targets. Checking back into this thread, just saw this. Same here, more or less. Before I was born, my dad earned a brown belt in judo and a black belt in bar fights. When everybody else was dodging the draft, he voluntarily joined the Army and fought like hell to get sent to Viet Nam. Before his deployment, he was a drill instructor at Fort Sill. Still to this day, when the man gets angry he uses that DI voice and hell itself trembles before him. I've fought in the ring, in the cage, and on the mats, and I wouldn't fuck with that guy for all the shit in the world. Around the small town I grew up in (~3,000 people in NE TX), everybody knew not to fuck with my dad. Nicest guy you ever met, until you lie to him, or try to steal from him, or threaten his family. "The wicked flee when no one pursues, but the righteous are bold as a lion." Proverbs 28:1 My dad warned me that there were perverts out there, and what to do if I ran into one, but I never saw one. If I did, the pervert kept it to himself. Now that I have a daughter, I'm doing my best to fill my dad's shoes. |
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Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought... I have no idea what that means and I'm not sure I want to http://youtu.be/6f7pgA0riU8I came here thinking the thread was about The Bloodhound Gang |
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There was this guy who would try to lure us kids into his house, wanted us to drink beer and play video games with him.. We called him "uncle perv" and immediately started attacking his house at night with eggs and such. Pretty sure someone broke out his basement window and put the garden hose in there. I to this day deny any involvement in that particular mission. He moved away. There was a guy like that in my neighborhood. He would invite all the younger teen guys over to watch movies. My one friend told me he asked him if he wanted to watch a porno and JO. He ended up in jail for awhile and then disappeared. There was a volunteer guy at my high school that seemed pretty normal. He was one of those people that watched over some study halls and lunch periods. I heard a few rumors about him and I did see him driving around a few times with younger guys in his car. A few years after I graduated I found out he would basically befriend a particular student and take them places and buy them stuff. A guy I know that was 2 or 3 years behind me told me he went somewhere with him and he pulled over and asked him if he wanted to JO
I'm starting to become more and more certain that there are far more perverts out there than we would imagine. Eta: Would a molestation poll be inappropriate?
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He never got any that I know. Several boys from a neighboring town killed themselves over this.
Remember him squeezing my butt once but that's it. We always joked Father Bob is gay. Ends up he was a pedophile. http://www.kansas.com/news/local/article1576321.html |
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He never got any that I know. Several boys from a neighboring town killed themselves over this. Remember him squeezing my butt once but that's it. We always joked Father Bob is gay. Ends up he was a pedophile. http://www.kansas.com/news/local/article1576321.html I went to Catholic school for 12 years. I've seen 4 priests names from those years in the newspaper after being accused of bad touch. None involved me though. Managed to make it through Boy Scouts unscathed too. |
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I went to Catholic school for 12 years. I've seen 4 priests names from those years in the newspaper after being accused of bad touch. None involved me though. Managed to make it through Boy Scouts unscathed too. Quoted:
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He never got any that I know. Several boys from a neighboring town killed themselves over this. Remember him squeezing my butt once but that's it. We always joked Father Bob is gay. Ends up he was a pedophile. http://www.kansas.com/news/local/article1576321.html I went to Catholic school for 12 years. I've seen 4 priests names from those years in the newspaper after being accused of bad touch. None involved me though. Managed to make it through Boy Scouts unscathed too. That's a miracle in itself 
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There was a guy like that in my neighborhood. He would invite all the younger teen guys over to watch movies. My one friend told me he asked him if he wanted to watch a porno and JO. He ended up in jail for awhile and then disappeared. There was a volunteer guy at my high school that seemed pretty normal. He was one of those people that watched over some study halls and lunch periods. I heard a few rumors about him and I did see him driving around a few times with younger guys in his car. A few years after I graduated I found out he would basically befriend a particular student and take them places and buy them stuff. A guy I know that was 2 or 3 years behind me told me he went somewhere with him and he pulled over and asked him if he wanted to JO
I'm starting to become more and more certain that there are far more perverts out there than we would imagine. Eta: Would a molestation poll be inappropriate? Quoted:
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There was this guy who would try to lure us kids into his house, wanted us to drink beer and play video games with him.. We called him "uncle perv" and immediately started attacking his house at night with eggs and such. Pretty sure someone broke out his basement window and put the garden hose in there. I to this day deny any involvement in that particular mission. He moved away. There was a guy like that in my neighborhood. He would invite all the younger teen guys over to watch movies. My one friend told me he asked him if he wanted to watch a porno and JO. He ended up in jail for awhile and then disappeared. There was a volunteer guy at my high school that seemed pretty normal. He was one of those people that watched over some study halls and lunch periods. I heard a few rumors about him and I did see him driving around a few times with younger guys in his car. A few years after I graduated I found out he would basically befriend a particular student and take them places and buy them stuff. A guy I know that was 2 or 3 years behind me told me he went somewhere with him and he pulled over and asked him if he wanted to JO
I'm starting to become more and more certain that there are far more perverts out there than we would imagine. Eta: Would a molestation poll be inappropriate? Been dun befo - if you're genuinely curious about the subject, and don't mind a bit more loss of faith in humanity, click here. |
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I was 12 and walking home from school when some guy tried to get me in his car. I was having none of it and got away. I figure if I hadn't I would likely have been killed. Stranger, homosexual rapists usually don't leave witnesses. I had a similar experience when I was around 14. Scary stuff. I told some people who called the cops. They got him after he had picked up a kid I knew. The kid was simple and didn't know any better I guess. |
| When I was 12 and in the prime of my fitness I had a similar incident. I had been cruising around the streets near my house where my mother had always told me not to. Being the rebel I was I pumped with furious delight down the forbidden streets. I made a turn very sharp and managed to get my silk bicycle shorts caught into my crack. I fought through it to complete my turn. Once I got centered again in the seat I stopped and put my sweaty legs down and straddled the frame . As I turned I grabbed my water bottle and took a sip of the lukewarm water in my bottle and pulled my shorts out while glancing over my shoulder.To my surprise I saw an 1988 buick stopped just behind me.With the sun glaring on its windshield I could not see who was driving. I slowly mounted my bike again and began peddling home. I began to have this sense that someone wanted to cause me harm. I began to peddle faster the the safety of my street. I wpuld occasionaly glance back only to see the buick going just slow enough to stay right behind me. As I made the final turn into my driveway I had reached panic. I knew once I crossed the treshold and felt the satisfying crunch of gravel I would be safe. Making my last turn I looked back and saw a withered old hand waving in the wind and a soft voice call out" Just wanted to see you get home". It dawned on me that I had led the predator to my home. I was no longer safe. |
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Two memories come to mind.
I was probably 6 or 7, maybe 8. I was pretty young. I was wandering around the back yard of the house, talking to myself like little girls do. Then suddenly this older man (my dad's age, probably) is talking to me from the house right behind ours. I was embarrassed that I was caught talking to myself. He said that was okay and seemed very friendly. Then he asked me if I wanted to crawl over the separating wall and play in his back yard. I didn't see the purpose of this as I had all the things in my own back yard, and besides, my parents had told me not to go into other people's yards. I kept on saying no, but he was like, "Oh come on, you can play here! It's okay!" I remember thinking that it was so weird that he was so intent on getting me over there. But I never told anyone. I was probably 10 or maybe 11. I was walking home from school and some guy drove by and asked for directions. He was just a block away from his destination, and it seemed to me at the time that he purposely asked for "easy" directions that even a kid would know. When I gave him directions, he thanked me and said something to the effect that he'd like to drive me home to show his gratitude. I was only a block or so from home and said that's okay, no thanks. He asked again, a few times. He seemed so insistent, but I was raised to not get in strangers' cars, so I kept on saying no and finally he drove off. If I recall this guy was younger, younger than my dad. Both times the guys were so eager to get me to come to them, that even as a little kid, I knew something wasn't right. I was too innocent to really fully comprehend how creepy these guys were. |
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When I was in about first grade, there was this big neighborhood playground that was behind some of our houses. There was like 100 feet of woods between the houses and the playground.
A buddy and me were playing in the area and noticed some girls were playing in the woods by the playground. I knew one of them from school, it was her and her sisters playing in the woods behind their house. We go over to where they are. After a little while we notice some adult guy standing around in the woods. He was maybe like 30 years old or so. He was just standing about 40-50 feet from us. Then a couple minutes later we noticed he had his dick out. Not taking a piss or anything, just standing around in the woods near some kids with his dick out..lol Pretty odd. We had sat through the whole "stay away from creepy fucks" lessons in school, so we got out of there and went to the girls house. They immediately called the cops. Cops showed up in no time but the guy was gone. There was another that happened when I was about the same age. I was out and about on my skateboard. Just skating around the neighborhood by myself. Some dude in a van pulls me and chats me up. Asking how old I am, how long I've been skating, etc. He seemed really odd to me. Didn't trust him at all. Just didn't feel like a normal conversation. I mean who randonly pulls up to a kid they don't know and starts to chat them up? I kept my distance and took off asap. Told my dad about it when I got home. |
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Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought... I have no idea what that means and I'm not sure I want to http://youtu.be/6f7pgA0riU8I came here thinking the thread was about The Bloodhound Gang same |
| I had some palestinian neighbors, they lived right next door and I was friends with the two sons that were around my age. I was there house one day and the oldest brother started showing me some porn mags and then tried getting me to take my pants off. I told him to fuck off, went home and never talked to any of them again. |
When I was 12 or 13 a friend and I were walking along a road (in Jax) that was cow pastures on both sides. This was not a well traveled road at the time. A 240Z (that ugly ass orangey color) drove back and forth a couple of times. I noticed it, my friend did not. The last time he drove by he had a bandanna over the lower part of his face. I thought to myself ohhhh shit. He then pulled up right next to me and was having a go with his girlfriend Rosy Palm and trying to grab me with the other hand. I jumped back and started cussing a blue streak, noticed two cops cars coming up behind him. I started waving them down. He took off like a bat outta hell. Told them what happened. One took off after him and the other took us to my friends house. She hadn't said a word up to this point. She looked kinda like this  They never caught him. I remember thinking, really? Probably a city official. Call me cynical.
Then I had a bit of trouble at the beach one time, but I was an adult so I don't think it would qualify for this thread. |
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When I was 12 and in the prime of my fitness I had a similar incident. I had been cruising around the streets near my house where my mother had always told me not to. Being the rebel I was I pumped with furious delight down the forbidden streets. I made a turn very sharp and managed to get my silk bicycle shorts caught into my crack. I fought through it to complete my turn. Once I got centered again in the seat I stopped and put my sweaty legs down and straddled the frame . As I turned I grabbed my water bottle and took a sip of the lukewarm water in my bottle and pulled my shorts out while glancing over my shoulder.To my surprise I saw an 1988 buick stopped just behind me.With the sun glaring on its windshield I could not see who was driving. I slowly mounted my bike again and began peddling home. I began to have this sense that someone wanted to cause me harm. I began to peddle faster the the safety of my street. I wpuld occasionaly glance back only to see the buick going just slow enough to stay right behind me. As I made the final turn into my driveway I had reached panic. I knew once I crossed the treshold and felt the satisfying crunch of gravel I would be safe. Making my last turn I looked back and saw a withered old hand waving in the wind and a soft voice call out" Just wanted to see you get home". It dawned on me that I had led the predator to my home. I was no longer safe. Stephen King? Is that you? |