The Hook, For Real Part Two>>>

After seeing that beautiful boy, I continued to find people I wanted to see and, for some otherworldly reason, I was able to do so. I won't go in to the entire thing, but suffice it to say, my mind's eye got what it wanted. I then thought back upon what had happened before with my teacher and how I got him to do what I wanted. I thought about it for a while and decided that, though my mother tried, I needed more than she could provide. I went on the hunt.

I know everyone on the planet will think badly of me for saying this, but I do not fucking care. The truth of the matter is that I found a way to get what I wanted and the rest of you would love to have had the ability to do so. The remainder of this tome will tell you of what I did, some good and some not so good. I am not in any way advocating this as a way of life, but it was mine and I am not in any way ashamed of it. I did what I had to do and was fully aware of it and the ramifications involved.

I already told you of the guys that were a bit older and my exhibitionism toward them. I found the need to take that a bit further. Although I was not what one would have been termed, "the pick on kid," I had problems with some of the people in my neighborhood. I figure it was because of my uncommon beauty and the fact that most of the girls absolutely loved me. Things like that, even though it is no fault of your own, have a tendency to make you a target for those boys for whom their supposed prowess with the ladies is tantamount. They seem to try a great deal to ensure that THEY are the ones the girls flock to. I, on the other hand, did nothing. In fact, I really wanted nothing to do with them but, they were great as friends. They even helped me out of a few stupid little scrapes. I am getting away from the story though.

One of the aforementioned guys, again, I will not use a name because it is not important, did let me know he was a decent person. He showed me, in no uncertain terms, that he liked what he had seen when we were at the Y. Anyway, this dude became my semi-obsession. It is not that I really wanted him or anything like that, it was more that I knew he could help me with the assholes that had become my enemies. He was, "important," enough to stop some of the others from saying and doing things to me that I had come to realize I would never live down. I really didn't mind being called a faggot, but it made for some difficulty when out in public trying to find another project, if you know what I mean. This guy was going to become my protector whether or not he wanted it.

He had, in times past, been one of the many who made fun of me and said some of the rotten things kids say to one another without any real reason, though they were probably true. But, I saw in him a person ready to take a walk on the, "other," side. He had looked at me when he thought I didn't notice, so... I went for it.

I had to take my time because talking to him while amongst his buddies would have made matters worse, for him as well as me. After about two weeks, I had my opportunity. He was walking down the street near my house when I threw all caution to the proverbial wind and asked him what he was doing. That incredibly trite phrase, especially knowing quite well what he was actually, "doing," which was going to the beach because no one ever came down to my end of the world without going to the fucking beach, was the turning point. He grunted something on the lines of what I had expected and continued to walk. I followed. Within about five minutes we were conversing.