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Ever wonder what happened to your bullies?

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I recently started reading about bullying and whatnot because I saw a video on YouTube made by a former bullied. Apparently, one of the common traits of the bullied is we never forget the first and last names of our bullies. This made me realize I actually remember the names lf my bullies.

It's funny that I'm usually bad with names and sometimes I have trouble remember some of my ex's names. But for some reason, I remember my bullies' names very clearly as an adult in my 30s.

Did you ever seek out or try to look up your bullies? Don't know why, but I look them up from time to time.
 
I never remember my bullies's names.
No contacts and no news of them what so ever. Probably they all have bad health and died ?
 
One of my bullies ended up in jail.

One of them was decapitated in a motorcycle accident.

One of them became a muckraking journalist hiding in the closet.

I don't really remember any of the others.

After I turned 14, I was pretty much untouchable. Bullies couldn't get to me.
 
Thinking back -- I only had 1 "bully" -- and that wasn't until I was in college.

He was a fraternity brother, member of the college football team (a big deal), and an extreme homophobe.

The homophobia was his problem with me.

I tried to get over the fact that we'd never get along -- but, he still harassed me whenever he got drunk -- and try as I might, it did bother me.

Fortunately, he had the IQ of your average athlete and I could easily outmaneuver him mentally. So, it never got "physical" -- which would have been very bad for me.

I haven't thought of him in years -- and only remember his fraternity nick name (Waterhead) -- can't even remember his real name - so I can't stalk him. :lol:
 
Ugh, there were too many guys to remember but I do remember very specific incidents quite well. I wouldn't want to talk to any of them though. It was a horrible/painful time and I think I still have side effects from it.
 
I had some bullies although, thankfully, I never got hurt physically.
Yes, sometimes I wonder how are they doing now. I like to imagine them living boring, ordinary lives. Ordinary guys in their 30's, with a bit of a belly, probably smokers or drinkers, married to their once hot girlfriends, with some kids and maybe a decent job. A totally uninteresting middle class life.
 
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Did you ever seek out or try to look up your bullies? Don't know why, but I look them up from time to time.

Perish the thought. I have better things to do. I have come across old friends who told me, without being prompted, that my primary school bully died in squalor and my secondary school bully died in a car crash while driving under the influence of lots of things. No fucks given. Five years is a long time for me.
 
I don’t think of them much and honestly they meet their fates like some of rareboys bullies.
 
One drove into a tree and died a year or two after we graduated high school.

Another I ran into at some random event. We chatted pleasantly, and didn't bring up the past.

No idea where the third one is. Hopefully, he's happier and living a good life.

Lex
 
From time to time one will pop up in my mind, it is odd to be able to remember their first and last name, but I do.
 
One of my bullies ended up in jail.

One of them was decapitated in a motorcycle accident.

One of them became a muckraking journalist hiding in the closet.

I don't really remember any of the others.

After I turned 14, I was pretty much untouchable. Bullies couldn't get to me.

Oh and one of them died of lung cancer at 24. Almost forgot him.
 
I only had one in 7th grade that I finally hit with a baseball bat. That did the trick :) He died from cancer April 12, 2017 55 years old after endless records of theft and aggravated assaults.
 
I never had a bullied in school Thank God. A few assholes but never any bullies and in High School everyone got a long for the most part.
 
In the 4th grade, it was Terry. He was tall, sardonic, lanky, and mostly picked on me because I was one of only about five white kids in the whole school and he needed someone to deflect attention from his own weak position in the playground pecking order. He slapped me around a little bit, but we were friends by high school, or at least not enemies.

Eric was my bane in the 5th through 7th grades. Had changed schools again and he was on the football team, lean, good looking, middle class, and a classic "popular" kid who shored up his social status by picking on the weak. He belittled me in the locker room for PE. He probably made fun of my greasy hair and impoverished attire. I have no idea what became of him, as he had moved off during high school. I don't think his people were from my town, probably transplants with the mill or industrial park.

Blake was mild bully from the time he began school in the first grade. He was rich (by my town's standards), arrogant, tanned, and generally loutish. I clearly remember him offering to pay me to do his homework in the 4th grade. He made fun of anyone who was simply not whitebread middle class. I don't think he knew better much. His father owned a car dealership which later burned down, arson if I remember. Blake's life revolved around the country club and golfing and how important his dad was. The last I knew of him, he was an alcoholic in high school.

Dominique was one of about three girls who were probably more vicious bullies than any boys ever were. She was the oldest child of some friends of my family. She was bitter, angry, and an alcoholic by the end of junior high. Her temper was explosive. She would readily snap your head off at a moment's notice.

Sissy was sort of tomboyish and took pleasure in tormenting neighborhood kids since the earliest I could remember. She was kind of homely, so I guess I attributed her lashing out to the bad treatment she may have received due to her looks.

I don't ever think of my bullies any more. Childhood is past, and I have little belief that they continued into adulthood.
 
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