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... menacingly into my cloudy eyes. His expression changed into a twisted grin. "The only reason a cry-baby girl like you would be in the boys room, is if you want to see a cock."

I was still reeling from the slap. He reached down and undid his pants. I felt something brush against me down there and instinctively looked down and saw his disgusting penis. "See," he said triumphantly and, putting both his hands on my shoulders, pushed me down, saying, "go on, take a closer look!"

His thing was waving in front of my face. I watched it getting really hard and I was fascinated and terrified in equal measure. Fortunately for me he heard voices outside and quickly and quietly rearranged himself before disappearing. I stood back up, wiped my eyes and began to recover my composure. I bumped into some friends on my way home and ran through some made-up story as to why I was in such a state. I did not want anyone to know about these things that were happening to me. It was far too embarrassing and I felt that if I had been a real man I would have been able to deal with it. I felt so insecure. So hopeless.

Mom knew something was up as soon as I got in and I steadfastly refused to tell her what had happened. My made-up story was ridiculous though and her loving persistence and comforting hugs meant my crying started again and she refused to leave me until I had accounted truthfully for my state. I thought she would go mad, but she didn't. She just explained that the world was full ...

... of nasty people who just enjoyed picking on others and that I was a lovely boy, too lovely for my own good. I begged her not to go to the school and tell them, and she said she would think about it.

I went to bed early as I was emotionally exhausted, but I woke from a nightmare in which I was cornered in a room with boys all waving their hard cocks at me. Although I was frightened I also realised I was very excited, and that made it so much worse. Why was I excited? I rolled over and the sheets were damp. I must have groaned so loudly that Mom came in and got into bed with me and just held me. It was June and decidedly warm so I was naked under the sheets to keep cool.

Even now I can recall the electrifying feeling of the soft warm satin material of her nightdress against my skin and the tickling of the lace edging against my thighs. I felt so safe in her arms that I relented and told her how I felt, how pathetic I was, how I had been told I looked like a girl, choking on my words as I forced them out. She listened and held me tighter and told me that I was a lovely kind boy who any decent girl would want and not to let these insults get to me. I knew these were just the loving words of my Mom, but that did not matter. I was being unconditionally loved and cared for by someone who really meant the world to me, and that was all I needed.

Her love and her embrace were so comforting I had the best night's sleep I had had for a long time and she had been so tired that I ...