and understood my role was that of a hole: a bottom to serve SASA mascular guys. It was then that I became acquainted with the fertile, ribald nature of MEN. It had frisson of mascular power that overwhelmed my timid, faggoty nature. It was horrible but in many ways it was a sexual awakening. I actually ejaculated, and the jocks, disgusted with me, walked away, bellowing vile insults and blame language. But the jock feet were in my mouth and up my ass, and pounding my balls and I couldn't help it. The hot, straight jocks were jerking each other off, prepping to fuck me, yelling vile, obscene insults. I screamed for help, but the coach laughed, pulled aside his hypermasc, stained, sweaty jock, and started jerking off. The jocks rammed their feet into my mouth and wedged between my asscheeks. abused cullions and trampled my puny inferior cocklet. Huge unwashed jock feet pounded my swollen. The jocks laid down blame language and vile, homophobic and misogynistic insults. I also recall one incident in the showers when I was sucker punched from behind. The vinegary funky smell of unwashed, hormonal, teenage feet wafted in the air, adding to the frisson of transgressive assault that permeated the air! It was so fucking degrading! Most of the straight guys was jerking off watching this.
I collapsed, cradling my bruised nuts, and the teacher took her ruler and smacked my ass repeatedly calling me a fag, while the jocks pounded my face with their ripe, unwashed feet. The class roared with laughter, and one of the jocks kicked me in the balls. She said, "That ain't no cawk, boy, that's a clit!". But at this show of naked homophobia, as my pants and underwear fell to my ankles she pointed and shrieked with laughter at my inferior faggot cocklet. She was a kindly schoolmarm in her mid-50s. Once I was in the 7th grade and I was pantsed in front of the teacher. They would make vulgar, demeaning remarks, and degrade me with homophobic blame language. Some of my teachers openly told me not to act like a 'faggot' or a 'queer'. Sometimes they were the perpetrators themselves. Parents and teachers were indifferent, and thought you deserved verbal, physical, and sexual assaults for being gay.
Verbal and physical abuse were common, and there was pretty much nothing you could do about it. I attended a gross public high school in Flyoverstan in the 70s as an obviously gay, effeminate, chubby, unattractive boy. I grew up in the 70s and the school culture back then was brutal.