Have you ever been raped or have you raped?

I was raped by a teacher when I was in college. The wacky thing is I had a crush on him. But he forced himself on me.

I had a neighbor kid come over begging for it. He dropped his jeans and asked if I wanted to suck it. He then turns around, bends over on the couch and says shove it in. He said he wanted it rough. He finished, I finished, he pulled up his pants and bolted out. I was the one that felt used. DAMN NEIGHBOR KID!

A reminder to please provide all the salacious details, some of us are trying to get off here.

Does it count as rape if you were blackmailed into a sexual situation so that someone wouldn't tell anyone about a sexual situation he caught you in?

Yes but has anyone ever been rape raped?

Are we talking about [italic]rape[/italic] rape or just rape?

Daddy did a bad thing, I was 12

Beat up and raped by 2 seniors when I was a 14 year old freshman in 1976. My ass bled after taking a dump for about a month before it healed. Never told my parents about the rape. I took a shower at school before going home. The black eyes and broken nose gave away the beating. To this date, I only told 1 friend when I was in my early 30s. Turned out he was sexually abused by a priest at my high school.

Was raped by a fraternity brother (and ugly, skeevy one) 30 years ago. Tried to friend me on FB recently by flirting with me. I blocked.

Well you showed him R9. The nerve!

R9, Stand your ground, who does he think he is.

My heart aches for all of you and anyone else who's been brutalized. Nothing like that has ever happened to me but it could have.

I am so sorry to hear about what happened to all of you.

:( I'm sorry to hear that this happened to all of you.

I have met more than a few bi and gay men who told me how they had been raped and/or sexually assaulted.

I met one creepy guy who claimed he had sucked off a male friend of his when the friend was passed out drunk.

I was raped - I didn't call it that for years - by a (yeah, I know how it sounds) a farm boy when I was 14. I was sent to a farm some friends of the family had because my father was "concerned" about me. The result was nonstop abuse by this older kid (we had to sleep in the same bed on what was a porch away from the rest of the family on the second floor) until it culminated in his getting his way. I was humiliated and ashamed - "gay" had never occurred to me, I didn't know what it was - it was a bad thing.

I stayed away from these people as my family continued visits and all. So I saw pictures and heard about eventual marriages and babies. Many years later I saw a younger guy in a bar who I knew was this fucker's son. He was legal and we talked and he went home with me. And I fucked him. I wasn't abusive about it and we had a pleasant time, and when he was leaving to head back to "town" (family had sold the farm and made millions on it) I told him that I had just realized I knew his dad when I was a kid and told him to tell him I ran into him and that I said to tell him hi and that I remember all about the summer.

If you say no to double penetration after doing 9 guys, is it still rape?

R15, WOW, there are no words.......

I worked with an older straight guy who was raped when he was 12. God he hated gay men. A grown man raped him. He told his dad and his dad slapped him and called him a liar. His dad sided with an unknown rapist over his own son.

The good news, he was very happily married.

Molested and sexually assaulted, 9 years apart (the last happened at 12, two different people).

R15 doesn't make sense.

You sure you finished your schoolin'?

R15 makes sense to me R20. Maybe it's you.

as a child I was forcibly and repeatedly penetrated by a high school student. he'd punch me if I resisted. in middle school a guy held a BB gun up to my temple and made me blow him. by that age I wouldn't mind the blowing him part had he not been smelly and gross.

A man once broke into my house and came into my bedroom. He was making so much noise, shouting and banging on my door, that I had to unlock it and let him out.

Yes. One of my college teachers used the wrong gender pronouns for me. It was rape, pure and simple.

@ R22

LOL. THIS HAPPENED!...loll, not. lol.

Yes, twice. The first time was with a couple of guys I met online back when I first came out. They offered to take me out to my first gay clubs. I ended up crashing at their place that night when we got back. I remained casual friends with one of them, and years later he was drunk and spilled the beans to another friend of mine that they more or less had their way with me while I was sleeping.

Another time was with this guy I used to see out at the bars once in a while. He seemed like a "straight" guy who would come out cruising once in a while since he didn't appear to have any friends with him. One of the bartenders warned me about him once, but he would always hit on me. One night we finally agreed to go back to his place and hang out for a bit, but I was so drunk, then he got me high on the way there, that at one point he got really aggressive and started fucking me - I wasn't interested in going all the way with him, I was planning on just blowing each other. He wasn't even using protection which really pissed me off and I was scared for weeks until I got tested, and was thankfully clean of anything.

I raped someone. A guy I knew liked to be tied up and forced to suck cock. It was his birthday and he asked that I attend a session he was having with another guy. When I arrived my friend was restrained and on his knees sucking the other guys cock.

I joined in the abuse and then decided to fuck his ass. My friend doesn't like getting fucked, the other guy was all for it and I fucked my friend.

dear r25 - fuck you. I want my childhood back.

@ R28

I find it VERY hard to believe that you sucked off a guy through gun point.

I saw that in a gay porno the other day. You're gunna have to be a BIT more creative than that. It's funny, because I was believing you up until you wrote THAT bullshit.

I was raped when I was 16.

He tried, but he was drunk and couldn't get it up. I was 21. It was still nasty and screwed with my head for a long time after.

I think what's equally as bad is when someone is in a monogamous relationship but they go with someone else, get HIV, and knowingly give it to their partner. It's happened to my ex and to my current partner; my ex had his partner laugh in his face. My current partner was at the end of that relationship and his then partner told him "I've made sure no-one will ever love you again." However, he was wrong because we've been together for many years and will get married next year.

I was molested.

[quote]his then partner told him "I've made sure no-one will ever love you again."

That is horrific on many levels.

Was your partner dumping him? Was this revenge? Or was he just plain evil?

I was raped when I was 15 by my friend's older brother.. Oddly, in my early 20's I'd fantasize about it as if it were a good thing. I started going after guys who looked just like the guy.

I never told my friend.

We met at the beach and he asked me back to his place, where we immediately engaged in a hot make-out session. He got completely naked and started stroking his 8 inch cock as he kissed me, pressing me back into the couch.

I started to protest that things were moving a little too fast, but he stuck his tongue into my mouth. Now he was fully on top of me. I got panicky and tried to push him away, but he was too heavy.

He yanked my swim shorts mid-thigh and forced one, then two fingers into my virgin hole as I struggled beneath him. Impatient, he guided the head of his cock into me. As soon as the head was in, he rammed it as far as he could in one exquisitely painful thrust. He raped me, his cock up my ass, fingers pinching at my nipples and his tongue down my throat for about ten minutes, then he suddenly withdrew.

I thought my ordeal had ended but he ripped off my trunks, bent me over the couch, spread my legs wide, put his hand over my mouth and shoved himself into me balls deep. He pounded me hard for what seemed like forever before he came.

Shortly after, he passed out. I grabbed my shirt and trunks, dressed and ran.

Someone forced me to suck his cock at gunpoint. It didn't affect my life, really.

That was hot, R35.

R33, he was just an abusive drunk. Thankfully he was entirely wrong that nobody would ever love him again, because I do, despite the problems of being in a sero-discordant relationship.

I had a bad experience which I sometimes feel falls into a gray area, but which left me conflicted for a while.

I got extremely drunk among friends at a party - could barely form a sentence together, but I was still conscious and didn't black out. An acquaintance who I had known a few years (not well) began fondling me at the party - he was sober - then offered to have me crash on his bed since I was in no condition to go home. I had to be helped there by him and another person because I couldn't walk myself.

When we were alone he took my clothes off and started initiating oral. Of course, I was so drunk there was no way I was going to have an erection. It didn't last long, and I don't think either of us had an orgasm. Afterwards, he gave me a hug, and honestly I was a bit shocked which woke me up a little and allowed me to make it home.

Hey, I didn't resist or say no. There was a part of me that wanted sexual contact, though not with him specifically (certainly not if I were sober). If we had both been drunk, I might have written it off as a mistake among two inebriated horny people. But the guy was sober, and I couldn't help thinking about the encounter from his perspective, and what he knew he was doing. There is no way in hell I would ever take advantage of someone who was as drunk as I was without feeling like a complete creep.

Honestly... I stopped drinking cold turkey for a while after that incident. I didn't have a single alcoholic drink for over a year, and before that I was drinking regularly - that's how much it unsettled me. The guy is still an acquaintance, though I haven't seen him in several years, but whenever I saw him after that I wondered what kind of asshole would take advantage of another person like that.

I have heard more than a few stories from friends who have been raped by their hookups or dates. And I can't think of a single one who went to the police. I don't think it even occurred to them. How could they endure that kind of systemic hostility after what happened to them? It's awful. I'm so sorry to anyone who has had to go through this.

I've been rapped about in a battle between two rival street poets!

r29 BB gun. in the attic of the house I grew up in. 5th grade. you need to watch better porn.

R39 is it a possibility that the guy didn't mean to take advantage of you? He may have known you were drunk, but he may not have known you were too drunk to say no. Not making excuses for the guy but wondered if it might make you feel better if there was a possibility that there wasn't anything malicious behind it.

I was raped when I was sixteen. I've never talked about it -- except twice to my psychiatrist. I feel it's one factor in my hatred of most gay men. I try to get past it, but I haven't figured how yet.

You a gay man R44?

R17/R21, the thing I realized was that if it had happened a year or two later, it would have been an entirely different experience. I just was too young, and he was just enough older (and built like a gay porn fantasy) to terrorize me. A little older and I would have known how to manage and have fun with it. I'm not excusing a rapist, but he was also a dumb lunk who had been messing around with schoolmates and had never fucked anyone and it just made sense to him. No means no (it also took me years to grant that for myself).

On two later nights - he didn't try anything after "it" happened - I woke up with him petting my head gently. It freaked me out as much as the forced sex.

And just to repeat, I was playing my own game with his son, but there was nothing forced, I behaved as I do with all my sex partners, he was fine if a little assholey (his father's son), and that was that. I've never seen either of them again, although I did later start corresponding with his parents (my parents had died and they were friends, as noted).

And I have seen a photo of my nemesis in a newspaper recently and he's gone to shit physically. Good.

R43, I was admittedly drunk and horny. I didn't resist, but I also didn't initiate or say anything to indicate I was open to it. But it's a huge tipoff when a guy can't form a coherent sentence and can't walk by himself and needs to be held up by other people that he's (1) really, really drunk and (2) not in a position to give consent. I mean, it wouldn't even enter my mind to try to start something with someone who was just slurring their words a bit.

And you know what? I don't think there needs to be anything "malicious" for it to be rape. We have some image in our heads of villains raping people in dark alleys, but so much non-consensual contact is among friends or dates (or even family), and the rapists probably have a litany of reasons of why it was justified or even consensual - "he was so horny, he was asking for it, he likes it rough", etc. and they probably don't think of themselves as having done anything wrong.

And it unsettled me, but I don't need to feel better about it - it could have been much worse (like the encounters described by other posters), and it was a wake-up call. I guess better to experience a small evil and learn from it than be traumatized by a big one.

R38, what a shit your partner's ex was. Breakups can get ugly but I can't imagine saying something like that to anyone! No matter how much I hated him at the end.

I wish you and your partner all the luck in the world, and many happy years together.

You don't know what rape is R47. You may not have deserved to be taken advantage of, but you sure as hell asked for it. People like you make it hard for those who are actually assaulted to get justice.

A grown man who is drunk, horny, fondled a guy in public and then went home with him and didn't resist oral sex where no one had an orgasm is not a victim of anything but self delusion and morning after regret. Get a grip.

Thanks R48.

Statutory yeah. Loved it.

f&f for you, [R49]. [R47/39] never called it rape, but rather spoke eloquently on a difficult and unsettling experience. No need to attack him.

Er, no, R49, you don't know what rape is - it's non-consensual sexual contact. If one of the parties isn't in a position to give consent, it's non-consensual. Just because you're drunk and horny (and how is the other person supposed to know you're horny?) doesn't mean you're "asking for it". You don't need to have an orgasm for it to be rape - if a guy sticks his dick in you but doesn't orgasm, does that mean it wasn't rape?

And FYI, re-read the posts - I didn't fondle him; he started fondling me (while I was drunk). I didn't "go home with him"; he and another person had to shoulder-carry me to crash on his bed there because I couldn't walk by myself - and they did this because I was too drunk to make it home at the time, not because I indicated I wanted to have sex. I'm not sure what about that indicates "asking for it" to you.

And yes, there are horrific sexual assaults that happen where those victims deserve justice - but there are also other incidents, not quite as brutal, which are still rape. Attitudes like yours are why so many college women are afraid to speak up about their experiences, because they get a list of qualifiers about what "real" rape is (cue a Whoopi "rape rape" reference), and get told they were "asking for it" by getting drunk at a party or dressing a certain way.

So please kindly educate yourself - seriously.

Sorry, if it wasn't obvious I should have signed my post at R53 as R39 / R47. And yeah, I didn't use the term "rape" originally but said I felt it fell in some gray area. I don't know - "non-fully consensual?"

But that doesn't mean it has to be a full-blown sexual assault with screams of "no" to qualify as a rape. Sex and consent are almost never that cut and dry.

I was digitally raped while lying in a medically induced coma.

A man was playing with my ass when he must of slipped in some drug. The drug really turned on. The guy brought out some dildoes and inserted them one by one.

Although the drug made me want them, I still feel it was a sort of rape.

[quote]I was digitally raped while lying in a medically induced coma.

You wish, Joan.

There do seem to be many rapes described here but many would not pass muster in a court room as rape. Mainly the violent type would

I had been in jail for about 4 months while waiting to get sentenced for various and assorted charges,including grand theft auto,burglary etc. I was 15 and way out of control.

My cellmate was 17 and went by the nickname "The real Mandingo" cause he had a cock like a radiator hose and a body to die for. We had gotten along okay considering this was 1973 and race relations were a little different then. He was the first black guy I had ever really gotten to know.

So I was perplexed but not really frightened when one night before lockdown he came in the cell with a friend of his and started talking about "bitches who wouldnt give it up ". I was gay,everyone knew it,but it was my first time being locked up so I hadn't,at that point,really "come out " officially.

Suddenly,he closed the door,turned off the light,and grabbed me and threw me up against the wall ! NOW I was scared. In an evil voice completely unlike his normal one,he told me what I was going to do to him and his friend,and if I screamed he would knock my teeth out before the guard could reach us.

At this point I was crying,and terrified. He made me take off my pants and boxers,then grabbed me by my hair and forced me to my knees,then started shoving his cock into my mouth without even letting me work it down. I was choking and gagging,with snot running down my face. I guess he decided my head wasn't very satisfying,because he then drug me by my hair to the bunk and threw me face down on it,while his friend kept slapping my face and trying to stick his (much smaller!) cock into my mouth through the rail of the bunk.

I then felt my cellmate get on top of me,his weight knocking the breath out of me,and trying to stick his big cock into me,without much luck. I had been fucked many times by this point,but never in a situation like this,so I was clenched I guess. he got frustrated I suppose,because he then punched me hard in the side and as I reared up,shoved it in to the hilt. His hand was over my mouth ,so I couldn't breath or scream .

I felt it ripping,and the pain was excruciating. He fucked me for a good ten minutes,came,then his friend climbed on and fucked me for what seemed like forever.My cellmate finally had to tell him to hurry up as it was almost lockdown and he wanted another piece. His friend came,then cellmate climbed back on and fucked me again.

When they came around to do count for lockdown,I asked to go to the nurse as I was bleeding pretty heavily. They had to take me to the hospital,where I had to get stitches. I told them I had been constipated and it ripped me when it came out,but they knew what had happened.It was years before I could have sex with a black guy again.Thank God this was before AIDS,or Id have been paranoid beyond endurance.

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I met a guy online. When in got to his place, three other guys were there. They gang raped me. I got HIV during that encounter.

I've been an emotional mess since.

Yes, r45, I am a gay male.

Nobody "hates gay men" because they were raped once. What a fraud, and probably lying stories from Xtian right people. At one company this bitch claimed she hated gays because one gave her daughter HIV. Well, her daughter didn't have HIV - she made up the whole fanciful scenario to justify her hatred of gays.

I came out at 16, and there was a kid in the year below me, Phillip, who kind of became my nemesis. He'd call me names under his breath passing me in the hall, or taunt me with stereotypical limp-wristed gestures or lisping (even though I did neither). I found him very cute, and his skin had this strangely cinnamon-y scent which turned me on. Perversely, my anger at his homophobia only made me want him more. To get back at him, I made no bones about my lust for him - staring at him provocatively, or plainly telling him and others how I'd like to fuck him or get a blowjob from him (making clear I wanted to be the top with him) - knowing how it would aggravate him.

There was another guy in the year below called Tim who was friends with Phillip, but who had also been friendly with me (through shared hobbies). After my coming out, he stayed polite, but kept his distance, and it was obvious he took the side of my "enemy".

One day, Tim told me under 4 eyes that Phillip had said to him that he regretted having being such a douche towards me, and had confided in him that he'd only acted that way because he was kind of bi-curious too, and even kind of attracted to me, but hadn't wanted to admit it to himself. He said Phillip had asked him to apologize for him, and tell me that he'd like to give me a blowjob in one of the school toilets after hours(!) There was just one condition - he needed to have full control of the situation, and be absolutely sure I wouldn't do anything he didn't want - so I'd need to have my hands tied up during it all. Tim would stand guard at the entrance to the toilets meanwhile.

Of course the whole arrangement sounded completely bizarre, and all kind of alarm bells should have gone off, but when you're young and horny and have the prospect of your lust-hate crush putting his red lips around your cock before you rational thinking can easily take a backseat. So I agreed to it all, and went into a toilet stall with Tim after classes . I lowered my trousers, allowed him to tie my hands behind my back with some cords, and sat down on the toilet seat as he went to fetch Phillip.

Phillip entered the stall and smirked at me. I immediately went hard. Then he started undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers. I asked him what he was doig, and he told me not to be so fucking stupid, and asked if I'd honestly though he was going to suck my cock. He said that [italic]I[/italic] was the faggot, after all, and I was the one going to take dick now, not him.

He was shorter than me by quite a bit, but stronger nonetheless , and with my hands tied behind my back and my trousers bundled up around me, I was helpless. He just yanked me up and turned me around, then bent me over the toilet seat, saying "You're getting it in the ass". He pulled down my underpants, and spit into his hand half a dozen times or so, lubing himself up with it. Then he fucked me.

I had never been fucked before, and it hurt. But I was also still hard, and my dick was pressed up against the toilet seat. He added spit to make more of his dick go in. He humiliated me verbally, saying things like "So who's getting fucked, huh?", "Take it bitch...that's it", and something about his dick making circles in my ass.

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At first, I thought it was all nothing but an act of aggression/humiliation, but it became obvious that he really got into it - grunting and moaning quite loudly . When he came, he moaned so loud it was almost a scream. Then, when he was done, he smugly said "I've fucked you" (or "I've fucked you in the ass", I don't remember) - for good measure I guess. He cleaned his dick with some toilet paper which he threw on the floor, zipped up and left. A minute later Tim entered the stall; I had sunk down to the floor by then.

Suddenly he announced "Get your ass up; you're not done yet, faggot". I was startled to hear him talk to me like that. Now he [italic]was[/italic] more petite and weaker than me, but me still being pretty much helpless, he simply put me back over the toilet seat, ignored my grunts and whimpers of protests, and fucked me as well. He also used spit. When he entered me he said mockingly "Be brave. Think of Phillip and try to enjoy it".

His hand was gripping my shoulder, like Phillip's had before, and I remember noticing how his fingernails were dirtier than Phillips, and finding that surprising. He was much quieter than Phillip; the only sound he made was a breathed "yes" followed by a sigh when he came. Then he said "[italic]Now[/italic] it's done". He also wiped his dick with toilet paper, then left and came back with Phillip ; they loosened my ties, and by the time I'd picked myself up they were gone.

I never confronted them about it. A week or two later happend to be Valentine's Day, and they sent me a mocking picture of themselves cheek-to-cheek holding a rose in their teeth, along with a message saying "Enjoyed our date" or something like that. Months later I jerked off to that picture.

(Forgot to mention that P taped my mouth shut before fucking me.)

I have, and it's traumatic and will haunt me the rest of my life. When I see people thinking that it's hot, I cringe, it's anything but.

Wow 65.

My experience is similar to the OP. I was home from college during the summer of my freshman year and was out cruising. I met this older guy who invited me to his house. There he started giving me head, then took me to the bedroom and fucked. Blood was everywhere. I went home and cried with anger. I was closeted, so couldn't tell my family. However, before I left for school, some gay friends and I, flattened all four of his tires, busted his windows, and stole everything that was in his car.

It took me 3 years to get the courage to bottom again. I never saw the dude again.

Is it rape if BOTH people are drunk? If so, who's raping whom?

Do you know if one of them turned out to be gay, r64?

They're both straight according to their facebook pages, r70.

Where are their FB pages?

Don't want to link them, r72.

R68, In what definition is that rape? You went out looking for sex and you got it. Rough sex is not a synonym for rape. Bleeding does not equal rape.

I feel like a lot of people are confusing drunk sex with rape. If the BOTH of you are shit-faced and you decide to have sex, that is not rape. A shitty decision that you may regret later? Sure. But rape? No. Stop confusing the two.

So sorry for you, R64. When did all of this happen?

7 years ago, r76. I don't think I'm traumatized by it, though. I've kind of eroticized the whole experience.

There's a terrible problem with m/m rape in the military.

R78, Bull shit. Real male rape involves sodomy with objects, not a penis. It's done as torture and to humiliate. Another less common is a person in power using their power to make subordinates have sex with them. These two types of rape do unfortunately happen. However most of these so-called "rapes" are horny men who got drunk and did stuff for which at the time they enjoyed and then only later after they sobered did they regret. It's "homosexual remorse", just like the infamous buyer's remorse. They claim rape to protect their fragile identity as "straight men".

Straight men have to put up with this bull shit from women who likewise freely take off their clothes and initiate sex with guys only the next day to claim rape because they don't want mommy and daddy to learn their daughter is a slut and have to preserve the "good girl" act at all costs.

Which one is which in the picture, r64?

@74. I was cruising, not looking to get fucked in the ass, idiot. I told him I had never done that before, told him to stop, so yes it was rape. He knew what he did was wrong, that's why he skipped town. Plus, my friends made his life a living hell while I was away at college.

Damn, was everybody on Datalounge raped before?

I just can't imagine that this much rape is going on, but you people make it seem that it's pretty commonplace.

I've never been raped, nor do I know anyone who has been raped.

Who the hell are you people?

Then again, half this thread sounds like made up jerk off material, so there's that.

@82, you sound dumb. You would be shocked how common man on man rape occurs.

Men don't go around telling everyone they have been raped.

I can't take the time to read all of this but did none of you who were raped, later go back and beat the living shit out of these rapist?

I mean, there are ways to get even. You can't go to the police, I understand that but you can get even.

"Straight men have to put up with this bull shit from women who likewise freely take off their clothes and initiate sex with guys only the next day to claim rape because they don't want mommy and daddy to learn their daughter is a slut and have to preserve the "good girl" act at all costs. "

Yes, R79, I'm sure these false accusations happen all the time. Because involving your parents, lawyers, the police, the DA's office, jurors, and the local press is so much simpler and more convenient than JUST LYING.

Not too in touch with reality, are you.

Yes, back in the last 70s by a female college professor. She was one of the first people I told that I thought I was gay and that I was terrified my parents would find out. She was a predator and a sadist and I am quite sure a psychopath. She stalked me afterwards; when she got me alone she would say sexually degrading things to me.

Indeed R83. I have never been raped but I have met bisexual and gay men who have.

I met one creepy guy who told me how he raped some guy that was passed out drunk and sucked him off.

R29 There was a guy up the street from me who lived next door to a friend of mine growing up.

He worked from home with a home business, and would have some guy come in and do some work for him he did not want to do.

The owner of the house was addicted to drugs and smoked a lot of crack and accused the guy who worked for him of smoking it. He forced him upstairs and forced the guy that worked for him to suck his dick at gunpoint.

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I became a victim of sexual abuse at the age of 14; the abuse lasted three years. It took me nearly 20 years to gather the strength to help put my abuser behind bars. Now, a year after "justice" was done, I am ready to tell my story publicly in ways I never have before.

My abuser was Father Jeff Toohey, a trusted man of God. He was the equivalent of a religious celebrity in my private all-boys Catholic school in Baltimore, Maryland. Father Jeff was every boy's friend and mentor. I considered him my mentor as well.

When my parents divorced, I was sent to Father Jeff to help me cope with all the changes. Divorce in the mid-1980s still seemed so foreign. Plus, I was just a kid, and I didn't know much about divorce. I just knew it sucked.

All I had at that time in my life was my family and school. Those were my constants. But as my family fell apart, so did my life at school. After the abuse began, high school became a prison of shame and lies.

I felt trapped. My parents would be horrified to know their failure at marriage put their son at risk to be sexually abused and that the man abusing me was the high school chaplain and beloved priest.

The school would never believe me, I thought, and I feared I would be expelled if I revealed the abuse. I was 14, with no voice, except the one in my head saying, "You can never tell the truth about what is happening."

Roughly a month after the abuse started, I attempted to commit suicide. I took a bottle of my mother's pills. I lined them up one-by-one on my maple dresser. I took them all and lay on my bed hoping to just fade away and die.

My sister, Patsy, came home and found me. It was the day before her 18th birthday. She saved my life that day just by merely coming to my room to say, "Hi." She saw the pill bottle and went to get ipecac, which made me throw up.

My parents were terribly upset by my actions. Father Jeff was told I tried to kill myself. All agreed I just needed more counseling. Father Jeff's exact words were, "You have so much to live for." I felt so cornered, and I had nowhere to go and no one to run to. I just became numb to the abuse.

"This too shall pass" is one of my favorite religious sayings. The abuse did pass, but it left me so insecure about who I was.

When I was in college, another boy, Michael Goles, came forward and reported his abuse at the hands of Father Jeff. I knew I could help Michael if I, too, revealed Father Jeff's abuse, but out of a feeling of self-preservation, I remained quiet. Michael wasn't believed, and his case was thrown out of court.

Nearly 20 years after the abuse started, I became strong enough to go back and confront what had happened to me. I was strong enough to tell my family the truth. I was strong enough to report it to the archdiocese. And I was strong enough to call Michael Goles and tell him, "I am sorry," and that I believe him because it happened to me, too.

Together, we were strong enough to see our abuser finally admit his crimes. Father Jeff was charged with 10 criminal counts of child sexual abuse in relation to my case. He asked for a plea and admitted his guilt in court. He was sentenced to five years in jail but only served 10 months. He was released early to serve eight months in home detention.

This story is so layered. For a long time, I couldn't talk about it without crying. But a year ago, CNN Anchor Anderson Cooper and CNN Senior Producer Charlie Moore approached me about telling and following my story. I was scared. I was scared of being so honest and televising this journey.

What would people think? Would I ruin my career? But I came to the conclusion that I will not be scared anymore. I will not be scared of telling the truth because it might be uncomfortable for people to hear.

If this story compels even one person to seek help for being sexually abused, then it is all worth it. All it takes is telling one person. From there, strength grows and you can tell a second person and so on. Then you can finally have control of your life back.

There is a book about a gay man and a bisexual man in a Midwestern prison who get raped. It's called Fish: A Memoir of a Boy in a Man's Prison by T.J. Parsell.

R82/R87 is a drunk or stupid or both. Talk about a useless and clueless noisemaker.

The culture has changed a lot since this thread. I wonder if anyone has taken action against the criminals who were responsible for these acts.

I was raped in Winston Salem, NC by a man named Fred Butner. He was a prominent Key West attorney who died years later by throwing himself off the tallest building there after he was discovered to be embezzling from his business partner.

Yes yes and yes. I used to get raped all the time. I would walk into the bathhouse and just as the porter would leave and I would go into my room someone would always shove me into the room from behind. I would try to scream but they would cover my mouth or if there were more than one he would shove his cock in. Sometimes I would think I were going to die from suffocation. The rapist(s) would each have their way with me then leave the room laughing. I never say their faces. When I tried to report it to management, they too would just laugh at me. Nobody would believe me! Thank God I’m old now so that happens no more.

R90 -I always found that piece to be a bit self serving. Love that corporate “shout out” to A Coop. Wonder how Michael Goles really felt when he learned how Roberts basically hung him out to dry.

The tallest building in key West is the 7-story LaConcha Hotel.

R94 This him?

R18 This is how my parents would have reacted if I'd told them. And people wonder why only a fraction of rapes get reported.

[R98] yup. There was even a piece on Inside Edition about it. Prob the most scandalous thing that has ever happened to me, but I can’t say I was upset to hear of his demise.

I am a very sexually open person, but I had something happen when I was in my twenties....

I was cruising at a beach and saw one guy I'd talked to before. He drove by and had three other guys with him.

I was initially sort of excited about that but it got out of control and they got very rough. They didn't anally rape me but it was definitely not fun at all after a certain point, and it took me a few months to get over it. I was glad not to have any lasting effects - no PTSD or lingering kinds of things.

There was a point where I tried to withdraw consent and couldn't. As much as I accept that my decision wasn't great in that instance, I do know it should have been stoppable, and that it's not my fault.

R98 - is there a way to get in touch with you privately to discuss FB?

Every time they give out Oscars.

LOL good story, OP. You just shared every boy's fantasy. Bravo.

No , I can't say that I was raped.,I enjoy the feeling of being fucked too much.. But thanks for asking.

I wonder how many young gay guys come out to and then get raped by someone they confided in. Sadly, it seems to be a common denominator around here over the years.

I can no longer publicly call it rape. It was an absolute violation and destruction of my being. I will say the guy was hot and I would do him again if he promises not to rape me. Call me!