Galt Wrote:For those of who don't know Bradlees, it was like a store in Massachusetts that was like Walmart, similar to K-Mart. It was obviously smaller than Walmart, but they would sell everything under the sun. They also has a clothes section. It was considered the lamest thing on earth to buy clothes at Bradlees.
Well one when I was in 7th or 8th grade, I was walking around Bradlees with my mother and sister - my mother needed some random shit.
I was roaming around and I saw these really funny "Rude Dog" seatshirt. It was white and had this picture of this really edgy looking dog. Think "Poochy" from The Simpsons. He was like Spuds Mackenzie with rabies. He was on a skateboard and there was angry colors all over the place. It was just really cool looking.
So I had my mom buy it; I figure, what the hell, it's cool and no one will know where I got it from.
Everyone from the school is just sitting outside waiting for the bell to wring, as I get off the bus. I start walking to my friends, and someone yells, RUDE DOG! and them people start looking, them other people yell it, "Oh My God! RUDE DOG! YES!" People are grabbing at it and pointing and can't contain themselves. Apparantly Rude Dog was a staple Bradlees brand and everyone in the know, knew about it.
I was mortified, but I refused to admit that I got it from Bradlees. "No", I said. "I got this from Filenes for $31". Everyone laughed harder. They all knew it was bullshit. And for the rest of the year, whenever anyone had anything stupid on or did anything lame, or just at random times in the lunchroom, people would say "I got it at Filenes! FOR $31!!!!!"
Luckily, I had a spare (clean) shirt in my gym locker, and changed into that (it was a yellow Reebok shirt).
From then on, all I wore was Vuarnet and Co-Ed Naked shirts so as to blend in.
we used to shop in bradlees all the time when i was a kid.
actually until they closed a few years back.
anyway, speaking of bradlees, we had on in our town, so we used to walked there and fuck around in the store when we were in high school.
one saturday, we get high in the woods and walk to bradlees, while wondering a friend of mine found a pair of jeans in the men's section, the brand/tag said Ho on it with the anti (think ghostbusters) symbol around it. insisting that the jeans were called "no ho's" he bought about 4 pairs. we tried to stop him, but to his high ass "no ho's" jeans were a must have.
Galt Wrote:The kid who lived across the street from me was in the same grade as my brother, so they obviously were best friends growing up. When he was about 8 or 9, his older brother (who was 17) was walking down the highway on New Year's and got killed by a drunk driver.
Two weeks later, his father hung himself, so obviously he had a tough time growing up.
I give you this background to explain why he may have molested me. I'm not sure if he did. If he did, I don't remember it, so I guess it didn't happen.
He was a nice enough kid, but he was friends with my older brother, so we never hung out. One day, when I was probably 8 or 9 and he was 11 or 12, I was over his house alone, and we were in his attic.
Butterly Effect flashback later, for some reason I'm naked. He's naked. I'm sweating about this just typing. I vaguely remember him saying something about acting like adults, and that I should lay on my stomach, and he would lay on top of me. Which he did. But that's it. He just lay on top of me stomach on back, and that's it. That was being an adult. I knew it was probably wrong, but more than anything else, I just thought it was stupid.
But I am pretty sure he got this from seeing a picture or walking in on a family member having sex (though he had no father and no brother - so where is he going to do that???), not because he got molested/raped and was now doing the same to me because he didn't enter me. Had he been raped, he probably would have known to put something inside me. Or have me touch some of his stuff. Neither of that happened. Either that, or he did rape me, but I've blocked out everything after him mounting me.
So we had our fill of gay sex, and were basking afterwards, and his mother walked into the attic. I remember trying to hide behind something, but there really wasn't any place to hide. I also remember his mother not being freaked out by seeing her preteen son naked in the attic with his 8 year old neighbor. I think she may have laughed at us, and told us to come downstairs for food.
But, like I said, I'm pretty sure none of the bad stuff happened. Though I dont' want to go to a hypnotist.
I don't know why i am laughing so hard right now this is so wrong but funny at the same time
Galt Wrote:The kid who lived across the street from me was in the same grade as my brother, so they obviously were best friends growing up. When he was about 8 or 9, his older brother (who was 17) was walking down the highway on New Year's and got killed by a drunk driver.
Two weeks later, his father hung himself, so obviously he had a tough time growing up.
I give you this background to explain why he may have molested me. I'm not sure if he did. If he did, I don't remember it, so I guess it didn't happen.
He was a nice enough kid, but he was friends with my older brother, so we never hung out. One day, when I was probably 8 or 9 and he was 11 or 12, I was over his house alone, and we were in his attic.
Butterly Effect flashback later, for some reason I'm naked. He's naked. I'm sweating about this just typing. I vaguely remember him saying something about acting like adults, and that I should lay on my stomach, and he would lay on top of me. Which he did. But that's it. He just lay on top of me stomach on back, and that's it. That was being an adult. I knew it was probably wrong, but more than anything else, I just thought it was stupid.
But I am pretty sure he got this from seeing a picture or walking in on a family member having sex (though he had no father and no brother - so where is he going to do that???), not because he got molested/raped and was now doing the same to me because he didn't enter me. Had he been raped, he probably would have known to put something inside me. Or have me touch some of his stuff. Neither of that happened. Either that, or he did rape me, but I've blocked out everything after him mounting me.
So we had our fill of gay sex, and were basking afterwards, and his mother walked into the attic. I remember trying to hide behind something, but there really wasn't any place to hide. I also remember his mother not being freaked out by seeing her preteen son naked in the attic with his 8 year old neighbor. I think she may have laughed at us, and told us to come downstairs for food.
But, like I said, I'm pretty sure none of the bad stuff happened. Though I dont' want to go to a hypnotist.
best story of the thread!!!!
I have a similar story but I was hesistant to post it cause its so tremendously gay amd I really have to work up the courage to post it cause I will like literally be labeled a homo afterwards. I have never ever ever ever told the story to anyone, no one knows it except for the other person involved and it may force me to banish mysefl from the internet forever.
i'll post it after I take a shit but I just had to commend the greatness of this story in particular, galt just won poster of the year in my book.
whoaaa... things are getting wweird in here.
I need to preface the story with, I was like 8 years old, I had no clue what gay was or that it was wrong or bad.
still working up the courage.
GonzoStyle Wrote:I need to preface the story with, I was like 8 years old, I had no clue what gay was or that it was wrong or bad.
still working up the courage.
oh come on, you know you'll still be loved afterwards.
spill it.
I didn't kiss anyone or get kissed. I didn't touch anyone's genitals or have mine touched. Faggot.
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Galt Wrote:I didn't kiss anyone or get kissed. I didn't touch anyone's genitals or have mine touched. Faggot.
ok im having doubts on my story now....
when i was about 6, my sister and I used to take our pillowcases and use them as sleds, with the pillow still inside. we'd slide our legs into the pillowcase just above the pillow and ride them down our staircase. right next to our staircase there were these cubbyhole shelves. one day I decided to stick my head through one of them, and found myself stuck in it.
my mother started to freak out and called the fire department to get me loose. 10 minutes later the fire department was in my living room along with half the neighborhood.
they had to use a jigsaw to pry me loose.
Keyser Soze Wrote:when i was about 6, my sister and I used to take our pillowcases and use them as sleds, with the pillow still inside. we'd slide our legs into the pillowcase just above the pillow and ride them down our staircase. right next to our staircase there were these cubbyhole shelves. one day I decided to stick my head through one of them, and found myself stuck in it.
my mother started to freak out and called the fire department to get me loose. 10 minutes later the fire department was in my living room along with half the neighborhood.
they had to use a jigsaw to pry me loose.
so you've been a retard since like forever.
I can remember me and my friend, strangley enough named anthony, used to get into fights that every day over stupid stuff, like kids do. But we always would make up like 10 minutes later and be playing again and running up and down the block like maniacs.
make up = gay sex, right?
um no, we weren't as adventerous as galt
This must be a unbelievable story if it is taking you so long to get up the courage, G-Money.
Nah, no way am I posting it after some consideration.
post it; don't post it. Still doesn't make you less gay.
yeah but the point is, it would make me not just more gay, but gayer than your story x 100.