Step Four: The Hook>>>

I know you are all getting a bit, or maybe even more than a bit, worried this is going to turn into some pornographic queer memoir. Well, rest your weary little mind. It IS going to be queer and somewhat sexual, but porn is not what it is. Queer is not really the point either, for all that matters. The point I want to make, is that everything should be looked upon and given its own merits. There is nothing "black and white" in this world, even though those in power would have you believe that. You all know that each and every thing that happens must be dealt with on an individual basis. On that note, I will leave this diatribe alone until later in this story, but, remember, leave your pre-conceived notions somewhere else. You need to understand the entire thing and all herein will facilitate that understanding. Do not judge! (At least not yet.)!

Step Four>>>

Puberty and the ensuing adolescence is the time when a person, at least in my mind, looks his best. Yes, I am using the masculine, because I really couldn't care much about how the supposed "fairer" sex looks. Don't get me wrong, I know a beautiful chick when I see one, it just did, and still does, nothing for me in the way it does for some of you. I began to do everything I could to see the bodies of those wonderful dudes. I found, too, that there were quite a few guys that seemed to go out of their way to get a good peek at me.

Well, for a narcissistic mother fucker such as myself, that was all I needed to get my show on, so to speak. Whenever I saw someone who appeared to be staring, or even sneaking furtive glances, I would purposely strut as near him as I could and show him my stuff, though it wasn't fully sized yet and didn't even have hair. I would stand in front of him, if I could, and slowly act as though I were drying my beautiful naked body prior to putting more clothes back on. I got to be incredibly adept at showing off to the point where some of the surrounding people could be overheard making snide comments. (They were probably right, but the next portion of my mission was well in hand, no pun intended.)

Although there had been some experimental touching between some of my "friends" and myself, nothing really important ever happened until I was twelve. That was the major turning point. As I have already stated, I knew I had a power to mesmerize others and was honing that power at the YMCA, as well as any other place where I might find I could take my clothes off and be seen by other boys and men. I now wanted to find out what my power could get me. Oh, I already knew that touching my dick felt good and touching someone else's felt good, too, but that was not enough. I had seen some one cumming a year or so before at the beach with my so-called "friends." In fact, it was one of the ones with whom I had practised a little touch and feel. He let me play with him until this milky goo came spurting out of the tip of his dick, you know the rest. Anyway, I wanted that to happen to me but, alas, it was not yet quite time. I liked seeing what it did to him, though. So, I made it my mission to see as many guys cumming as I possibly could AND, in the mean time, get whatever I could from them.