Will we ever hear what your husband admitted to you while you were in Hawaii that surprised you so much? Or are you keeping that private?
We were in bed one night. Talking, sharing. Playing around. “Tell me a secret I don’t know about you.” That sort of thing. We were both pretty drunk on wine. And during the course of that, he admitted to me that when he was in 9th grade there was a black guy that was always kinda picking on him. The guy was two years ahead of him, much bigger and on the football team. That a couple of times after school the guy made him suck his dick in the gym shower. Threatened to beat the crap out of him if he didn’t, or if he told anyone. He told me how traumatic it was for him, how humiliated it made him feel, how terrified he was that someone would find out, that he thought it was going to turn him into a fag. He explained to me that he had pretty much sort of repressed the memory of those experiences until this past summer when I made him suck Johnny’s cock, and Johnny was so rough with him. That it brought all those memories flooding back, and that that’s why sucking cock for me has been so hard for him. And so we talked about that for a long time, and how to best deal with that.