My husband, when he was a teen, was already a very big guy. He was scrawny, but he was already about 6'1".He was imposing in his own way, and I think this helped make him seem like a possible threat. Plus, he is Latino, and he was living in a white community.
His sweetheart, the only girlfriend he ever had beside me, was keeping a fantasy journal. In it, she made entries as if they were true to life, but it was her own little escape from her mundane reality. She kept it hidden in a drawer, and when her mother discovered it, read it, and interpreted it as truth, she took it to show her husband.
The journal described four consensual sexual acts. In reality, they sometimes kissed for long periods of time, and on one occasion, she offered to show him her breasts, and so he saw and touched them. She asked to see his penis, and he showed it. He thinks she was going to suck it, but that she changed her mind because it was smaller than she expected. Keep in mind, neither had reached the age of consent in their state. They were in the same grade in school.
Well. Her parents went to the police, who tried to press charges. They tried to convince him to admit that he not only had sex with her, but that he raped her. You see, once the little slut was confronted with her writing, instead of telling the truth, she claimed she was raped. Only his father's quick thinking, and refusal to let police intimidate his son saved my husband from having the charges officially filed, and going to trial for rape. This would have ended his opportunity to follow in his father's footsteps and serve his nation. Unfortunately, though his father went to bat for him, his mother didn't believe him. So, feeling betrayed by the two females he loved most, he decided to never deal with women again.
He developed a lot of sexual dysfunction that we still struggle through in order to have a remotely normal sex life. Tocophobia? (In his case it means fear of impregnating a woman, and fear of pregnant women.) Results from a deep-seated need to not have any sex, and if he must have sex, for there to be no evidence of that sex. The first time I sucked his dick he had a panic attack and cried for the rest of the night. He is still embarrassed by that. The first time he fucked me, over a year into our relationship, it had to be only anally, and even still he had a panic attack and cried. I'm on the pill, we use condoms, and he still won't come inside me, or even near me if he can help it, unless he can come in my mouth. He's getting healthier, but let's be honest. When I found him, he was sexually broken. Totally, and completely broken.
I used to cry myself to sleep over the level of dysfunction we had to overcome. My crying began because one night, I was too horny to sleep, and since at the time he couldn't fuck me, eat me, or even really touch me, I wanted to masturbate. When he saw the movement under the sheet, he went into the early stages of a panic attack. I had to go to the living room. Of course, by then I was too depressed, so I began my too-long career of crying myself to sleep. Thank God those days are behind us, and we have a very varied, and active, and exploratory sex life together. But that was unnecessary, and really hard. That seriously almost ended our relationship. Women and girls are no longer nearly as sexually repressed as in days gone by. Now, in some parts of the world, too much credibility and power go to women.