I never told anyone this. It happened in junior high with my gym teacher. I was made to run extra laps at the end of class. By the time I finished, the final school bell rang. I was in the showers alone. I went to get a towel but there were none. In order to get one, I had to walk through the gym teacher's office. My gym teacher was sitting on his desk and watched me pass through. He got up and followed me into the room where they stored the extra towels. I grabbed a towel wrapping it around my waist. My gym teacher shut the door and kneeled in front of me. He pulled my towel off and touched me. I just stood there shaking not saying anything. He played with me for what seemed like hours but it was only a few minutes. He stood up, sniffed his fingers and told me to go. I got dressed as fast as I could and ran home.

The incident left me confused, mad, and ashamed. Over time, it became more sexual to me. Fantasizing it, warping the facts into something pleasurable for me. Now, that I'm old enough. I want him to do more to me. Is this normal thinking or am I just sick?