H_Allen
Dec 27, 2010, 04:17 PM
I was a totally straight, boy scout, churchgoing, good looking healthy, happy young boy until the age of 13.
Coming from a small town to a city with over 4 million people was exciting.
My parents settled in tough neighborhood on account of our financial situation.
My parent's wanted me to have a great education. In their ignorance they didn't know that my education was inferior to what I was used to. I did excellent without trying.
The girls were 14-16 in 8th grade. Beautiful Puerto Rican girls who loved to flirt and flaunt their bodies. Then it happened.
I befriended a real nice guy who was 28. Eventually the friendship turned sexual.
For 2 years he sexually molested me. I was horrified. I learned how to block out my mind whenever he performed fellatio on me. He lived on a floor below us, so every time I came home from school, he'd be there. Eventually it became a habit without words.
I'd come in and he'd have his way with my body, then I'd leave.
My shame turned me violent, and my character changed.
I was confused. No one ever told me that such men existed. He was really cool, said he was in the seminary, drove a mustang, offered me a place to hang out in the cold winter.
He was friendly, and really made me feel sorry for him... when I forced myself to think.
I learned how to blank out, for I DID NOT LIKE IT.
Yet, IT FELT SO GOOD.
Now decades later and having lived a life as a heterosexual, married, kids. I am still haunted by what happened.
I have a big desire to have sex with a man... only because I believe that I can choose to.
I don't get turned on by looking at men in the gym, showers, locker rooms, etc.
I just want to feel good.
Yet. I want this to end. I was a very strong boy, and yet was molested. Imagine those boys who were weaker than me. I feel bad.
How can I over come this situation?
For I seem to be drifting closer to having a sexual relationship than not.
In those 3 years of weekly, if not daily molestation, I became an expert at putting the thought out of my mind, but enjoying the feeling to the full extent of the experience.
One would think that I should let the past die.
On the contrary, I have dreams, thoughts, and compulsions.
Thanks for reading.
Coming from a small town to a city with over 4 million people was exciting.
My parents settled in tough neighborhood on account of our financial situation.
My parent's wanted me to have a great education. In their ignorance they didn't know that my education was inferior to what I was used to. I did excellent without trying.
The girls were 14-16 in 8th grade. Beautiful Puerto Rican girls who loved to flirt and flaunt their bodies. Then it happened.
I befriended a real nice guy who was 28. Eventually the friendship turned sexual.
For 2 years he sexually molested me. I was horrified. I learned how to block out my mind whenever he performed fellatio on me. He lived on a floor below us, so every time I came home from school, he'd be there. Eventually it became a habit without words.
I'd come in and he'd have his way with my body, then I'd leave.
My shame turned me violent, and my character changed.
I was confused. No one ever told me that such men existed. He was really cool, said he was in the seminary, drove a mustang, offered me a place to hang out in the cold winter.
He was friendly, and really made me feel sorry for him... when I forced myself to think.
I learned how to blank out, for I DID NOT LIKE IT.
Yet, IT FELT SO GOOD.
Now decades later and having lived a life as a heterosexual, married, kids. I am still haunted by what happened.
I have a big desire to have sex with a man... only because I believe that I can choose to.
I don't get turned on by looking at men in the gym, showers, locker rooms, etc.
I just want to feel good.
Yet. I want this to end. I was a very strong boy, and yet was molested. Imagine those boys who were weaker than me. I feel bad.
How can I over come this situation?
For I seem to be drifting closer to having a sexual relationship than not.
In those 3 years of weekly, if not daily molestation, I became an expert at putting the thought out of my mind, but enjoying the feeling to the full extent of the experience.
One would think that I should let the past die.
On the contrary, I have dreams, thoughts, and compulsions.
Thanks for reading.