"I was about thirteen years old, when I got in touch with a nice man during a visit of the naval fleet to Rotterdam. I wore shorts and I was looking at the boats, seated on my bike's rear rack. Suddenly I felt a hand stroking upwards from my thigh. I looked at the man who was doing this and allowed him to continue, because I it was an agreeable experience for me and it gave me a tickly feeling in my tummy.
He carried on. The other night I went there again, but this time I didn't wear any underwear. This man really taught me a lot and I enjoyed every bit of it. The sex consisted of masturbation, stroking and anal penetration.
He was the one who used to take the initiative, but he was gentle with me. We never had oral sex. The relationship was entirely sexual and we both were exclusively looking for sex during our encounters.
We continued to see each other for more than a year until, unfortunately, my father found out. The man was not convicted, by the way, and I never tried to get in touch with him again.
Nowadays, I'm a divorced bisexual and I don't feel attracted to young children. Neither do I see any connection between my gay side and the relationship I had as a child. The man did teach me how to masturbate though."