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Were you bullied at school?

Not gay related, but when I moved to a new city in 4th grade, there were a group of kids who thought they were tough. This was a nice, middle class neighborhood with new houses. What they didn't know is that I was the youngest of 6 kids, my brothers were into marshal arts and I had come from a much rougher neighborhood. After the "toughest" kid and his older brother tried to jump me and I beat the shit out of them, I never had another problem.
 
I wasn’t bullied in school but, was at home from my father. School was a refuge for me to get away from the horror at home. I had some great friends in high school who would let me stay at their house so that I didn't have to go home. When I was in college I slowly came out and had a great time. I am still friends with some from college.
 
yeah... that's just a way for assholes to absolve themselves of any wrong-doing.

Yep.

That reminds me of something I hadn't thought of in years...

Back in school there was this girl named Teresa. She ran with 'the bad kids' and pretty much made my life a living hell all through Jr. High and beyond.

She was a butch little bitch, and would actually pelt me with apples and oranges from across the cafeteria during lunch hour. :eek: I just sat there and took it, being the little punk-ass bitch I was back then. ](*,)

Anyway, FF to the very last day and the very last class of 12th grade...sweet freedom was calling... As it happened, she sat about 5 seats behind me in that last class, and after the final bell rang and everyone was rejoicing, she came up to me and actually said, "You know, Josh, I've been pretty mean to you over the years, and I want you to know that I feel kind of bad about it... So, all is forgiven, MmmK ?" Adding a sweet little giggle at the end.

Well.

Let me tell you folks, I tore into her like Sherman through Georgia. "Listen, you vile little whore" , I told her, "You've gone out of your fucking way to make sure my life was a fucking living hell for six fucking years now, and you think I'm going to absolve you of all of that because now you 'feel kind of bad' ???" "It's NOT going to happen ! In fact, I hope you feel bad about it for the rest of your life until it's your turn to burn in Hell !"

(My drama queen mode had fully evolved by this time ;))

And with that I grabbed my books and blew right by her and out the door.

I still feel damned good about it.
 
yeah.. blame the victim.. it's a lot easier than standing up to the popular kids who seek out people with weaknesses to exploit.
 
Oh, Please, AndrewD

I was bullying you loooong before you started this thread

:roll::roll::roll::roll::roll::roll::roll:
 
Well, I wasn't bullied.

I was lonely and I hated all schooling. I didnt care for football games or prom or anything.

HS didn't interest me at all.
 
Not to blame the victim, but sometimes it's how YOU carry yourself that directly affects the way other people perceive and ultimately treat you. My younger brother was bullied, at several schools, and after a while I couldn't help but think that it was something he was (or wasn't) doing to influence so many different people targeting, and seeming to have a problem with, him.

Maybe you've forgotten that your role as the older brother is to protect the younger brother at all costs!

Yeah my little sister got picked on too. She's a really nice girl who wants to be friends with everyone and she's also pretty quite. Of course, that made her a target. Needless to say I rounded up her bullies and beat the shit out of them in the girls restroom. I also ruined them socially. I continued to make their lives a living hell until they finally transferred at the end of the holiday break. That is what you should've done for your brother!

There's no excuse for bullying. Todays bullies are tomorrows serial killers!
 
We didn't have Jr. High in my area. High school started with the 8th grade, so all the "subbies" went thru the usual hazing. I got strung up on the basketball hoop by my underwear and a few other things.

Mostly, I was just ignored, though. I was thin and small. The only sport I was good at was swimming. The 'real' jocks didn't consider that a sport anyways.

I think I was more bullied in my neighborhood growing up than at school. I used to ride my bike home the long way just to avoid this one bully who always enjoyed beating me up. He tried once more one time when my older (and bigger) sister was with me. She beat the living shit out of him and he never bothered me again.
 
I was never bullied -

and other than the usual teen angst that everyone has, I had a great time in school and got out of it exactly what I wanted
 
Why?......

The fact that the only thing you got from his response is an error? And THEN you called him out on it, instead of acknowledging the rest of his post.

You know what you are?

You're a jerk.
 
Damm ! You could have been me ... ! That was my problem until a guy got in my face one day .. I'd had enough . Three - Four years of abuse by these brats , so I grabbed him by his collars and pulled him towards me , brought my knee up as hard as I could and got him, right in his nuts ... NO ONE bothered me after that ...

Kudos to you for sticking up for yourself. There were many people I would have loved to kick in the balls.

Luckily, my bullying was never that bad. I only ever had one real "bully" in middle school. Fortunately for me, he was arrested in seventh grade and didn't come back to school until we were in high school. By that time, he had forgotten about hating me.

Other than that, my problem was just being made fun of by people in general. It was usually people in different grades since most of the people in my grade had gone to school with me since second grade and had gotten used to me being fat and stuttering. I was pretty well-liked by them. It was the asinine underclassmen who thought everything I did was hilarious.

Again, nothing was ever said about me being gay. I never came out to anyone and if anyone suspected, they apparently kept their mouths shut about it.
 
I was never bullied in school, and I went to a rural elementary and Jr. High. I didn't have that many friends, however, until I transfered to a high school in a large town, and I had many friends there, most of whom were the most popular in HS. The school was a bit preppy, I guess, and the kids that were the most popular were the ones who made the highest grades. If you were in the Honor Society, you weren't popular, despite how good you might be in athletics. The university I went to was the same way.

In Jr. High, the worst that happened was guys wanting me to give them blow jobs. I might have complied if they could have picked a better place than the boys' locker room. Also, they liked to chase me around the playground and threaten to take my pants off. However, I was a very good runner, and they couldn't catch me. I was on the track team in Jr. High.

I used to help the prettiest girls in Jr. High with math, and so they always wanted to sit next to me. Then the boys wanted to be friends with me so that I could put in a good word to the girls they were interested in.
 
The One Time i was ever bullied was when some douchbag jock blonde guy, called me a SPIC and pushed me into the lockers, probably why i find blonde guys very unnatractive nowadays
 
My apologies then Doyen. That really wasn't how you represented the situation in your original post, at least to me. I read it as though you were blaming your bro and couldn't care less that he was being picked on. It's good to know that you tried to help him out.

Andrew D (et al) it sucks that you were bullied! You could always make the experience into something positive by counseling young teens about the real negative effects of bullying. You seem like you'd be good at it.

Joshua me, I think that little girl really had a crush on you and didn't know how it express it. She was probably drooling over you and threw things just to get your attention.
 
Never got bullied at school, as in "beaten" an' stuff, but I always was the odd one out, and therefor shunned by the rest.

Started in 1st grade, with me living in "the Big House" and my class-mates all lived in "normal" houses ( "big" as in : the main hall of where I lived was bigger in floorsize than many a "normal" house) Only one I could relate in my class was a girl who lived "next door", and I was mighty jealous of her because she lived in a villa, and I "only" in a mansion)

Then we moved to a village, where I again was the odd one out because "I wasn't from there" and my surname didn't sound "familiar" to the villagers.

Then on to high school which was on a different island than where I lived.

For some their school-time was the best time of their lives, for me it was the loneliest.
 
Yep.

That reminds me of something I hadn't thought of in years...

Back in school there was this girl named Teresa. She ran with 'the bad kids' and pretty much made my life a living hell all through Jr. High and beyond.

She was a butch little bitch, and would actually pelt me with apples and oranges from across the cafeteria during lunch hour. :eek: I just sat there and took it, being the little punk-ass bitch I was back then. ](*,)

Anyway, FF to the very last day and the very last class of 12th grade...sweet freedom was calling... As it happened, she sat about 5 seats behind me in that last class, and after the final bell rang and everyone was rejoicing, she came up to me and actually said, "You know, Josh, I've been pretty mean to you over the years, and I want you to know that I feel kind of bad about it... So, all is forgiven, MmmK ?" Adding a sweet little giggle at the end.

Well.

Let me tell you folks, I tore into her like Sherman through Georgia. "Listen, you vile little whore" , I told her, "You've gone out of your fucking way to make sure my life was a fucking living hell for six fucking years now, and you think I'm going to absolve you of all of that because now you 'feel kind of bad' ???" "It's NOT going to happen ! In fact, I hope you feel bad about it for the rest of your life until it's your turn to burn in Hell !"

(My drama queen mode had fully evolved by this time ;))

And with that I grabbed my books and blew right by her and out the door.

I still feel damned good about it.


Thats right, tear that bitch a new ass!!! a similar thing happened to me in highschool.
 
Yes, I was bullied at school, but not because I was gay.

I still wish everlasting misery upon all of the little cunts that made my life hell.
 
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