Deleted account rno
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I guess my story is kind of different from most guys. I look like every other guy, at least that\'s what I thought before I got to highschool. It was natural for guys to flirt with me. I got it since Middle School. At first I thought they were just playing games to make themselves look cool, but when I got to high school I found out it was much more.
In highschool I wore baggy clothes. I never really looked at how I looked, but I always made sure that my jeans had a little baginess to them. The Boys made fun of me and the girls loved to be around me. The boys would never call me gay to my face or faggot but they did asked my brother and sister if I was gay? And my brother and sister would tell me all the time what was said.
After a while in high school I noticed guys looking at me in a weird way like they wanted something. Then Looks turned into stares, and stares turned into flirting. Every single period there was a guy waiting for me to walk in the room so they could flirt with me. It started to make me feel really special. The same time that I started to get noticed was the same time that I met a guy that was bold enough to actually admit that he had feelings for me. He was a senior when I was a freshman and he sat right behind me in Algebra class. He made his first move while I was walking out of the classroom he smacked my butt with a ruler and headed to our 4th period class smiling at me.
When we arrived in class he gave the signal for me to go to the restroom. Me scared and having southern charm shook my head saying no. He looked upset for a second and said please under his breath. I walked away and acted like nothing happened. Later that evening I had band practice from 6pm-9pm. I forgot my instrument in my locker across the school so I quickly made my way down the halls and I ran into a group of guys who were in the band also. Upperclassmen.
They asked me where I was going and if anybody was around. I said no. Then one of them put there hands on me and rubbed my back side all the way down to my butt and made a barking sound like a dog. I completely grew freightened and tried to get him off of me. Then I was surrounded on all sides by the boys who ripped my shirt pulled down my shorts and forced themselves on me. I thought it was over for me. I never thought I would get raped before. I didn\'t think boys thought of me like that. I began to cry when I heard my director calling down the hall for us to come to practice. The boys got scared and left me alone. My director asked me what happened? I told her nothing.
It made me realize that all guys aren\'t as straight as they say they are. These were the same guys who flirted with me everyday and I flirted back with. They were people I considered friends. Although they did help me understand the power of rape it also helped me understand the nature of my body. I was always quite a looker. My friends tell me i have the back side of a woman with a large butt and that I have a curvy shape. After that night I was able to express myself in the way I dressed. I could show off my body and look good while doing it. Throughout the rest of highschool I landed many boyfriends and was accepted by all the boys and I had many issues with girls because there boyfriends thought I was hotttt!!!
That\'s why I never shut down a guy who say\'s he\'s straight because I think that every man has a gay side inside of them. It gave me pleasure and some conceitness to know that men of all shapes,sizes, and orientation even thought about me in a sexual way.
In highschool I wore baggy clothes. I never really looked at how I looked, but I always made sure that my jeans had a little baginess to them. The Boys made fun of me and the girls loved to be around me. The boys would never call me gay to my face or faggot but they did asked my brother and sister if I was gay? And my brother and sister would tell me all the time what was said.
After a while in high school I noticed guys looking at me in a weird way like they wanted something. Then Looks turned into stares, and stares turned into flirting. Every single period there was a guy waiting for me to walk in the room so they could flirt with me. It started to make me feel really special. The same time that I started to get noticed was the same time that I met a guy that was bold enough to actually admit that he had feelings for me. He was a senior when I was a freshman and he sat right behind me in Algebra class. He made his first move while I was walking out of the classroom he smacked my butt with a ruler and headed to our 4th period class smiling at me.
When we arrived in class he gave the signal for me to go to the restroom. Me scared and having southern charm shook my head saying no. He looked upset for a second and said please under his breath. I walked away and acted like nothing happened. Later that evening I had band practice from 6pm-9pm. I forgot my instrument in my locker across the school so I quickly made my way down the halls and I ran into a group of guys who were in the band also. Upperclassmen.
They asked me where I was going and if anybody was around. I said no. Then one of them put there hands on me and rubbed my back side all the way down to my butt and made a barking sound like a dog. I completely grew freightened and tried to get him off of me. Then I was surrounded on all sides by the boys who ripped my shirt pulled down my shorts and forced themselves on me. I thought it was over for me. I never thought I would get raped before. I didn\'t think boys thought of me like that. I began to cry when I heard my director calling down the hall for us to come to practice. The boys got scared and left me alone. My director asked me what happened? I told her nothing.
It made me realize that all guys aren\'t as straight as they say they are. These were the same guys who flirted with me everyday and I flirted back with. They were people I considered friends. Although they did help me understand the power of rape it also helped me understand the nature of my body. I was always quite a looker. My friends tell me i have the back side of a woman with a large butt and that I have a curvy shape. After that night I was able to express myself in the way I dressed. I could show off my body and look good while doing it. Throughout the rest of highschool I landed many boyfriends and was accepted by all the boys and I had many issues with girls because there boyfriends thought I was hotttt!!!
That\'s why I never shut down a guy who say\'s he\'s straight because I think that every man has a gay side inside of them. It gave me pleasure and some conceitness to know that men of all shapes,sizes, and orientation even thought about me in a sexual way.
Thought you would have taken more care Ronnie
