I tried to act as normal as I could when my family began to arrive in from their working day and even though I felt that every pore of my being gave a...ay what I'd done, no-one seemed to pick up on anything. In hindsight I realise that they were pretty much wrapped up in their own concerns to pay much attention to me; my mum sorting out the dinner, my dad immersed in stuff about work, my sister wanting to get on with her social life. I took myself off to my bedroom, which was pretty normal for. You didnt know why, but Ive been busy with college and the moving. I decide to have a nap to catch up on some sleep, but Ive left the door unlocked by accident. As Im sleeping, you come into my room and quietly tie my hands and feet together so I wont be able to move when you finally wake me up. You pull my skirt down and take a look at my cunt through my panties, the one that will soon be all yours. I begin to show signs of waking up so you quickly pull your dick out of your pants to ensure. He would sometimes mention kissing, how he liked to kiss, but I wanted no part of that. After all, I thought to myself, “I’m not Gay.” But that quickly changed.Again starting by rubbing my thigh, he knew my cock was hard and throbbing, and needed his mouth around it. He was leaned over close, his finger tips just brushing my cock. It was so easy for him to reduce me into a quivering, begging for it, stud for him to use and he knew it. His face was close to mine, his finger tips teasing my hard,. Since my childhood wasmostly a miserable and lonely existence,then, had the subject of mygender confusion been confronted by those adults to whom my well beingwas entrusted,then life may have been a little more interesting. Isuppose as it is with most children who suffer from this "affliction",(as I viewed it at the time) I thought I had the best kept secret in theworld. Only with hindsight as an adult did I realize it was the best keptopen secret in the world! The taboo subject never to be.