Re: When you were a kid.....

We had a few teachers in High School that all the boys whispered about... but looking back they were probably just gay. We didn't know of any boys they had actually sought relationships with. There was one teacher (our school principal in fact) who was definitely into boys.... I hesitate to call him a BL... (hmmm is Cat still a bit hurt?... perhaps). I had a reputation at school for being a bit of a boy slut... well I was. Anyway he obviously heard about my exploits and called me into his private office to ask questions. On the first visit I denied everything - heck he was the principal of the school! - but later I felt guilty for lying and so I went back and told him everything. He was especially interested in the "details" of my sexual exploits with other boys. After our discussion he'd stand me up and give me these very, very long hugs which he would then tell me were "our little secret". They weren't very comfortable. He was part of a celibate religious order and he would tell me stories about how various members of his order would go and spy on each other in the showers and such things. I even told him about a boy I liked at school and he encouraged me to go after him. Later one of the other kids told me that he also had "visits" with the principal and was also receiving the secret hugs. I felt somehow betrayed, used and duped at that point and I didn't go back to see him after that. Afterwards he took another teen-boy from my school away on a camping trip and while he was giving one of his long hugs in the swimming pool he came in his speedo. The boy was most disgusted at this and couldn't get away from him quick enough. I later heard that he'd gone to work with sexually abused kids in a particular branch of his church... I felt bad for those kids and struggled for a long while about weather I should say something to someone. About 10 years after I finished school I went back for a school reunion. He was there and he came and shook my hand warmly and informed me that he had "fond" memories of me. More like "fondle" memories! I thought... Though he never touched me sexually, I really resented the sneaky way he handled things. Heck if he'd just said he wanted to touch me I probably would have let him go for it, but he was just creepy. He died a few years ago. I must say, I was relieved. Blessings Cat.