Didn't really know where else to put this. When I was about 13 I already knew I was gay. It wasn't exactly something I wanted to broadcast, considering where I lived. Well, through some way one of my teachers found out. He threatened to let everyone else know if I didn't basically become his slave til I got out of that school. He raped me, more than once. I guess he couldn't put any girls in that situation because he made me dress up like one when he did it.

He forced me to "cum like a girl" as he called it, too. He would whip me with a ruler if I didn't cum while he was fucking me, but I wasn't allowed to touch myself to do it, I had to make myself cum by feeling his dick inside me. I hated it, but if I didn't want to get hurt I had to make myself like it. So, when I was allowed to go home I always felt like shit because of the fact that I enjoyed doing something I hated so much. I guess that's why I don't really have any horrible flashbacks of it, though. It wasn't just that I was forced to do it, I was made to legitimately enjoy it. Even though I'm not proud of that, it makes the memories significantly less painful.

So, I never brought it up to anyone, but it affected who I am quite a lot. Now I can brag about being able to cum just from being fucked, for one. It never really occurs to me to be anything but a bottom. And if I'm with someone who's into it, I can be a pretty convincing "girl" for them too. My boyfriend now is like that. He claims he's Bi but I don't know what's going on there. Some days he likes boys, other days he likes girls, and he says he loves that I can be both for him.