Sorry people but I will not be forced to accept homosexuality.
This is going to be kind of graphic. I'm a guy, I just turned 16 and me and some friends started hanging out with a senior from school. He seemed like a normal guy at first. That's what I thought. He asked me for my phone number and I didn't think anything of it, I just thought he wanted to hang out again sometime, so I gave it to him. He texted me kind of a lot but still I didn't see anything weird about it. Then a few days later he asked me to go over to his house to hang out and when I got there it was just us two. He told me to sit down and then he came and sat next to me. He sat so close that our legs touched and it was a pretty big couch. He started telling me about how I stood out to him from the rest of my friends the first time we met. I was getting uncomfortable but I'm not an assertive person so I didn't know what to do. I was just kind of frozen. And he started holding my hands in his and touching my hair I'm pretty sure I was trembling at this point and I was so scared so I just said ''could I use your bathroom, please?'' And I locked the bathroom door and texted my sister to come pick me up. Then when I came out, he was standing right in front of the door as if he had been waiting for me. The he just held both my shoulders with his hands, slammed me against the wall and pretty much forced his tongue inside my mouth. I tried to shove him away but he was way bigger than me and I wasn't strong enough. I was yelling and pushing his face away but it was no use. He just kept kissing me. it was so sickening. He held me against the wall with one arm and then all of a sudden I yelped because he shoved his other hand down my pants and started groping me. He was so violent, it hurt so much. please keep in mind that this is a guy who's about a foot taller than me and an obvious athlete. I tried, I really tried to push him off but he was just too strong. I was crying and begging him to stop but he just wouldn't. This went on for a couple of minutes. Then he just stopped and, I don't know if it was because I was crying and trembling or some other reason, but he said ''I'm sorry'' and went back to the couch in the living room and started smoking a cigarette. I locked myself in the bathroom until my sister came. I didn't tell her what happened. I haven't told anyone what happened. He keeps texting me saying that he's sorry and that he didn't know what he was thinking. I don't know how to deal with this. My friends want all of us to hang out again but if I keep declining then it'll look suspicious and they'll want to know why. I don't want them to know why. What should I do?
I genuinely want to chat with guys who have sex with their real fathers or real adult consenting sons.
help there's this guy bullying me and I told my mom and we went to the VP twice and he still won't stop I just went to the VP today again hopefully he'll do something about it. he calls me a slut, whore, bitch, dumb cunt, stupid bitch, etc. I mean he does it to everyone as a joke but he really means it when he says it to me and I'm gonna like die if he won't stop I just want him to get suspended already but these frikin teachers or vps won't do anything about it smh
my manager used me for sex and I feel like crap...i haven't had sex with alot of guys and I'm not a sexual person...it just hurts so much to be used....he stopped talking to me completely and is being a douche. I hate him so much :/ I know it's my fault so....yeah
There is no wage gap. There is no white privilege. There is no male privilege. There are not 76 genders. BLM is a terrorist organization. They/them pronouns are incorrect. Black people can be racist too.
when im in Florida in September, I hope ill get to fuck a black girl or a Latina... or both😇
If I ask you what's your favorite book and you answer Harry Potter, I will instantly label you as a lame and boring person.
Last night, my dad beat me. He drinks a lot. He was quite drunk last night and I was helping him get into bed as I usually do when he gets drunk. I laid him down on his bed and took off his shoes and tie and wrist watch, like always. This is all routine for me. He gets drunk, I help him to bed, and that's that. I was undoing his tie when he started mumbling words to himself. I leaned in to hear him better in case he said anything important and then out of nowhere he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me right to his face. He was shouting incoherent words at me. It sounded like he had asked me what the hell I thought I was doing. And I told him to calm down and that I was only helping him to bed but he started shouting more and his speech was so slurred that I had no idea what he was saying. He started attacking me. Punching me and kicking me all while holding me in place by the handful of my hair he was still holding. He was like a vicious fucking animal. I yelled at him to fucking stop and pushed him off of me. I believe he was too drunk to chase me, or perhaps too exhausted. Doesn't matter what the reason is, the point is he didn't chase me as I ran out of the room. The rest of the night is kind of a blur. I remember tasting blood but being too tired to bother taking inventory of my injuries. I remember my body aching as I crawled into bed and shut my eyes. When I woke up and looked in the mirror, I saw my lip had been split and dry blood stained the corners of my mouth. I also have purplish bruise on my temple but my hair covered most of it. And my ribs were in so much pain that I knew I had bruises there before I even lifted my shirt to check. I was right. When my dad saw me he didn't even remember what had happened. He just rushed to me and said ''what the hell happened to you, son?'' It made me so fucking angry. I wanted to scream YOU! YOUR DRUNK ASS IS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, YOU BASTARD! But I didn't. Instead I told him I got in a fight at school. I don't even know why I said that. I think perhaps it would've been easier to say that than tell him that he nearly killed his only son. I don't want anyone to tell me to call the police because I'm not going to. He was drunk. It was an accident. He never lays a finger on me when he's sober. I just need to spill the truth here because it's overwhelming me that I'm the only one that knows what really happened.
I hate men!!!! ugh I'm going to be a fucking lesbian. I think id rather eat pussy than de with this bs.