I didn’t come out to anyone until I was 23 and my parents didn’t really take it too well. I started dating this guy and it was never spoken about, I wished I could show off my relationship, have him over and just have my parents approval of the awesome guy I was with.
I was looking for a property to buy and my friends Dad started showing me places, it was just him and I in the car. His son is gay and we’re childhood friends. I’ve known this man since I was like 14, he asked about my love life and I came out to him. He asked how my parents took it and when I told him he was in shock. He couldn’t imagine what I was going through and made me feel like her cared about me. He’d give me advice and kind of fill that void I had. When we found a place that I liked he‘d say “This property is so great, you’ll be doing a little dance and shaking your booty when we get it for you“ I thought “such an old people thing to say“ and shrugged it off. It then got creepier and he’d talk about needing massages and all types of stuff. When it got really creepy is when I “apparently“ had something on the back of my pants. He said “I’m not being fresh but you have something on you“ and then swatted my butt trying to get it off. I guess that was his way of testing the limits with me, I didn’t say anything so then he started to touch my ass and grab it and talk about how nice it was. We got to this place one day, checked it out and then next thing I know, he pinned me against the wall and started to give me head. I froze. I legit couldn’t move and I didn’t know why. I’m bigger than him, I could have taken him but I couldn’t move. I got a boner but I was so uncomfortable, I hated every second of it. About 1 min in I kinda woke up and pushed him off of me. I couldn’t really process what happened but all I could think was be cool and don’t get yourself killed. I knew his wife, his son, my family knew him and I could have been a threat to him. I didn’t know what he was going to do so played it cool. He drove as most realtors do so I was stuck in the car. He grabbed my junk and rubbed my leg and I asked him to chill. I got back to his house and he bear hugged me from the back and put me on the couch telling me he wants to make me cum and all types of stuff. I kept saying no and then I left, I texted him saying that I didn’t like it and we both are in relationships so stop coming after me. He asked why am I texting that stuff and not to leave evidence. I emailed myself a screen shot of the conversation just in case I felt like saying something one day. I felt bad for him. He explained that he had a guy he liked and I asked him why they didn’t work and he said “wasn’t the right time” I get he must have had a rough life but that’s not on me, I didn’t do anything but trust him. I was so messed up for a long time. I couldn’t tell my bf because he would have killed him and then it would have opened a bigger can of worms. I don’t want to hurt my friend, my parents would freak out. I just didnt want the commotion. ”Me too” just started and I didn’t want some sad story.
Of all the ways life could have gone. I didn’t think this would be part of my story