They also were drinking something that was completely forbidden on campus (it could get you expelled). I could hear some of the guys hooting and hollering down the hall. Because I knew I was about as popular as a porcupine in a balloon factory, I decided to stay in my dorm. Everyone was still talking about the loss that happened earlier that day. ** I was just trying to keep a low profile in my dorm Raped in my Dorm And even what he said wasn't all that helpful. The only person who spoke to me as I exited the bus was the coach.
And I’d be a total liar if I didn’t admit to using words like that too – even though at the time I knew full well my own brother was gay. But it does tell you something about the environment. Related: Man gangbanged, raped by male prison inmates In fact, it was common place for some of the guys to speak that way. Side note: This wasn't the first time I was called that name. While I couldn't make everything out, one thing I definitely heard was “f*gg*t” when they talked about me. Not even my best buddy.Īs we got close to our school, I overheard one of our wide receivers and a cornerback whispering. On the bus ride back to campus, nobody sat next to me. I could tell a few of the guys on my team were pissed at me. If you've ever played competitive sports, you know how brutal a loss can be.Īnd if your team thinks you’re the one who “blew it” for them, the retaliation can be harsh. The night we lost the game, most of us took to our dorm rooms. But that was never to be because during a handoff play from our QB, I dropped the ball.
I won’t go into too much detail here except to say that in the fall of 2004, during my senior year (I was 22) we were competing at an away game for a spot in the regional championships. But when we lost, a couple of the guys could be complete assholes – and bullies. When we won games, it was all high fives from most of my teammates. And over the course of time, I had proven myself enough to get put on the first string. Back then, my weight hovered around 190 lbs., which is a much different size than you see from guys who go on to the NFL.īut because I was lean and scrappy, that’s the position the coach assigned me. I’m shorter than most players, standing only at 5’10. I’ll save you all of the jock talk and just cut to it.
That and the school had a good reputation for military officer training.īut at my college, the guys took sports – and winning – to a whole new level. Part of the reason I enrolled in this particular college was because of their athletic program.
Hitting the weights five times a week, plus plyometric exercises, was right up my alley. I liked sports and have ever since I was a little kid.
Honestly, I didn’t have an issue any of that. They also mandated vigorous physical exercise, something that is pretty standard for most ROTC schools. The administrators running the school made it a policy because they felt it helped to build teamwork and trust. In fact, all of the guys who attended this school did. You see nearly 12-years ago, I played football at a military college. I’m telling you all of this because the sports part mentioned above directly relates to what happened. For me, it’s competitive sports, woodworking and hiking. Like a lot of guys, I have different hobbies. Ive got a girlfriend and we’re engaged to be married. And it’s not what you might think.Īpologies in advance for any grammar issues by the way. Forewarning, if you are looking for some hot erotic story, this ain't going to be it.Īmazon has lots of books and short reads that are mostly non-fiction … if that’s what you’re looking for.īut if you want to know the real deal about what it’s like to be raped by another man (or in my case men), I’m about to tell it to you. I’ll give you a little background on me (warts and all) and then explain what happened. Related: Male on male rape in the military After reading it and giving it lots of thought, I decided to “man up” and tell my story in the hope that others might benefit. Not to long ago, he sent me an article that appeared on this website about male rape and the military.
You see I would never be typing this had it not been for my older brother – a man that happens to be gay. I’d be a liar if I didn’t say that I’m also anxious because I fear my rapists will somehow read this and come after me.īut I think in order for me to move past what happened, I need to tell my story.īefore continuing, I want to give credit where credit is due. As I sit in front of my laptop, it’s hard to believe I am writing this out.