Life as a kept boy is never all rosy and nice. I was a kept boy at age 22. He was a successful boss with glamorous lifestyle, double my age. I met him while working in town and his company was next to my ex company. To my family, he was my godfather. I was young, confused about my sexuality and his lifestyle was glamorous and exciting. I wasn't in the gay circle until I met him. I stayed at his place and we are seen everywhere together and he pays for everything whenever we are out. Sex was great, he was the older bottom and I the younger top. It was him and only him that I did the "helicopter".
It was about a year into our "relationship" that I got a call from one of his fuck buddy; It was another young guy. It was then that I realised that he had been doing things behind my back. That guy on the phone even ask me if I want to have sex with him, which I refused. I was young, naive and I just knew that he was very nice to me and I didn't even thought that I was in a "relationship" with him, because we never talked about such thing. I was with him because he was nice to me. I thought I was bi then, Sounds familiar rite?
Things when downhill from thereon and I realised that he became a different person whenever he was drunk. One of the evening, during one of our verbal fights and his drunken stupor, he smashed my head with a glass ashtray and I fainted. It was then I realised that I can't be with such a person. I ran out of the house and he chased after me. The neighbours called the police and because of not to caused any problem, I followed him back. I was really traumatised and was fearful of my life because I was not in control of my own life. I finally found an excuse to move back with my parent by saying I was going for further studies.
He called me up to talk and I told him to meet me in a crowded place to prevent him from getting violent. During our talk, he threaten to out me to my parents. At that moment, I can only tell him that I've told my parents that he is gay and that he had abused me. He was shocked and surprised that I had told my parents and I told him that if he were to come to my place to find trouble with me, we will call the police. Of course, I lied. After that incident, I dropped out of the scene and avoided any places that he might go.
So, for those who thinks that life as a kept boy is all fun and roses, I would tell you from personal experience that it's not. It was good while it lasted but you have no control of your life and actions. You lose your self dignity and people will still remember you were someone's kept boy even after many years had passed.
I've never told anyone about this pass of mine and I struggled whether to post this in BW, but I thought I should share my past in the hope that those young and naive guys don't follow my footstep and end up somewhere you don't want to.
You have many choices to choose and you decide the life you live. So, be wise and grounded but most importantly be true to yourself and be happy.
Posted 30 April 2012 - 04:54 PM on BW http://www.blowingwind.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=31753&p=408987
