We who lived through English pre-war, middle-class education in single-sex preparatory and so-called public schools, needed no laws abolished to introduce us to the gay world. It was as much a part of the syllabus as cold showers, muddy football fields and chapel before breakfast. I’ve been to visit an old friend, Toby ... We were talking about the prep school we both went to, where Toby was younger than me and considerably better looking. ‘The place was all right,’ he told me for the first time, ‘but Bingo Ollard [who taught us French and History] was always kissing me. Actually I went and told the Headmaster about it.’ ‘Oh yes. And what did he say?’ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘Do understand, Mr Ollard is what we call a homosexual, which means he likes boys better than girls. And if you look around you’ll find that most of the masters in place are homosexual, or why else would they take on the job? The pay’s not much and you boys can be extremely irritating. I’d like you to remember that, and if Mr Ollard kisses you again, just let me know!’ All this was a long time ago and Toby’s grandchildren go to the same school now, undeterred by the Eloise and Abelard relationship between Mr Bingo Ollard and their grandfather.
(The Summer of a Dormouse, Penguin, p. 137, square brackets in original)

Casual encounters with strangers at cinemas and elsewhere account for a higher proportion of the experiences of boy victims, perhaps because even at this tender age boys are more boldly exploratory and uninhibited than girls. For this reason, the boys’ experiences often carry less emotional significance. Where instances of paedophilia have been exposed at boys’ boarding schools, it sometimes emerges that the whole class has long been aware of the schoolmaster’s interests, and that a high proportion of the boys have allowed some sex play to take place, perhaps joking about it afterwards. This lighthearted openness to adult homosexual advances is a characteristic of boys at or approaching puberty, especially where the social setting or the influence of a delinquent sub-culture counteracts the usual taboos. It is perhaps as much a reflection of the sexual psychology of growing children, as of the ways of sex offenders, that the girl victims of sexual indecency are most often either definitely immature or definitely post-pubertal, whereas boy victims steadily increase in number with the approach of puberty and beyond.
(Homosexuality, D. J. West, Pelican, p. 112-113. I would recommend the entire section on “Child Molestation” as a very interesting and balanced discussion of the phenomenon, more so because when it was published in 1968 it was still possible to discuss man-boy sexual encounters without the dogma of the abuse narrative.)

Damned like this, day after day, by an intolerant society condemned, hounded, persecuted as scapegoat, made the beast of other people's burdens, desires that dare not whisper their name, beneath the thunderstorm of despair, blown by the violent winds of want, mount up into a tidal wave which, all restraint washed away, sanity submerged, unleashes itself upon an innocent, drowning him, leaving in a wake of law-courts the havoc of wrecked lives. And there, gentle persons of the jury, is your very own creation, the child molester, the sexual psychopath, the rapist, the murderer – produced by a society which now steps in to prosecute, condemn, imprison, vilify – execute if they could.
(Minor Incidents, in Words For Love Perhaps, Out Now Press, 2015, p. 204)