Yeah. This is a copy below of my original post in another thread.
I started messing around with guys my own age when I was about 8ish, like many guys do. A couple years after that I, for a period of about a year and a half or so I was fooling around with acquaintance of my dads who was in his thirties and then him and my dad both.
I've never used the word "molested" when referring to my experience because it makes me uncomfortable because despite it being applicable, I enjoyed myself a lot, and I don't have negative associations with that time. I never told anyone about it until I was in my late 30's a few years ago, after he had passed away.
There were a couple of reasons for that. One I didn't want people to think of them as monsters. And felt like a bit of a freak for viewing an experience that is for many a horrible, traumatic even, as extremely erotic for me. Plus I've never liked being accused being a liar, and given what happened I can see people not believing it.
I can now accept that I myself was VERY lucky on several different levels. In that if circumstances had been different, it could have been a terrible thing to happen , that the the circumstances all came together for that brief period of time to make it happen.
I mean a lot of guys don't even think about a trick they had last night, 30 years later I still some terrific memories. I do wonder if it influenced the type of guy I go for, since they were both hairy, bearded, redneck guys and I still go for that. And having met other people with similar positive experiences, is a big reassurement.