My school days
My best friend told me about this site and I would like to confess.
With all the controversy about being gay, I believe that you know from an early age that you feel different, something is wired into your brain that makes you prefer to be close to the same sex.
My parents lived abroad and I was educated in the UK. I went to my first school here at age eleven and was one of the many boarders, although a few were day pupils. Needless to say I was bullied as were several other boys who didn't like sport. It was really "Lord of the Flies" stuff.
Anyway, It was a relief when school holidays came as most of the pupils went home, just a few of us were left behind or some were farmed out to relatives, I stayed behind, not to much a problem as some staff lived at the school. Our house Master, Mr Worboys, allowed two of us to stay at his house, he was a lovely, friendly middle age man, although he was unmarried that didn't seem to pose a problem for the school, something that would be questioned today!
Everything, changed after two years when Mr Worboys started taking a special interest in me. It was the summer holiday, I was staying at his house on my own as the other boy had left school that term. My relationship with Mr Worboys was very close, I felt a sort of love for him a strange desire when one night I left my bed and went to his bedroom. I stood by his bed and woke him up, "sir, can I sleep with you" I said, he pulled back the bedclothes, I could see he was naked, I took my pyjamas off and got in next to him, he held me in his arms, I could feel he was getting aroused and he kissed me, it was so lovely, so gentle that I instinctively reached down to his erection.
That night was the real beginning of my gay and happy life.
The point of this is that not all relationships with children are evil, some are loving and caring and fulfil a need. My relationship with him was over many years, long after my school days finished and I took care of him until he passed away.