I was 13 at the time and I was in the bathroom of the library and a kid about my age walked in. I nodded and he nodded. It was all normal till he looked at me and put the trash can up against the exit. I got scared and panicked. He grappled me by the arm and brought me into the stall, see what you don't know is that I've been having gay thoughts lately and this was surprisingly exiting for me. But then he pulled off his pants and yelled for me to take mine off too. Me being the biggest pussy alive pulled them off crying. He got some soap from the near by despenser to use as lube. He lubed his decently large penis up an started to have sex with me. Repeatedly he pounds and pounds and I scream help, but he shoves his hand into my face. He continues to pound and pound. I give up and just start to take it. I start to cry again though because this kid is getting the pleasure of having sex to me while lie there having to take this pain of being ass fucked. This goes on for an hour and a half but then finally the blonde wimpy kid that has just brutally raped me not only mentally but physically. As he's done he gets up and starts to clean up by pulling his pants up and fixing his hair. Then he demands my clothes. I immediately give it to him fearing another hurtfull raped. He then takes them and leaves me to Lu there in the men's bathroom naked and alone on a cold wet floor. My mom found me later that day. I was in my room for I ran home from that place while my mom and dad left for work. I later met the kid several other times and was pulled into having sex with his 4 inch penis that hurt so bad. That is my story. I am 14 now and gay. The kid made me gay because he sexually confused me into thinking this was the only way out but I am fine with it now and have a boyfriend that I make love to all the time :)