I am a 56 y.o. bi wm. I was “s******* abused” (as they say now) in my young teens. My dad owned an appliance store and worked all the time. I wanted badly to learn how to hunt and fish, but my dad was not an outdoorsman and way too busy. (He played golf). So everybody agreed that it would be good for me to go fishing and then deer hunting with my dads trusted employee and one of his best salesman. The man was a ww2 Marine veteran too. My dad’s salesman started doing s***** things to me when I was twelve years old. He started slow so that I tolerated it because I wanted to go fishing. I never told my parents. Then when I was thirteen, he told me that I was a queer and could never tell anynody. Back then, everybody beat up queers. One time whem I was fourteen he took me on my first deer hunt and got carried away. We had a cabin in the mountains. We were there for four days. The first day there he started drinking whiskey as soon as we got thete then he made me have a*** s** with him for the first time. I got a six point trophy the first day out. He got killed in a car accident two years lster
