Step Five
As I already said, puberty is when a boy looks his best. I knew, of course that was the epitome of that statement, and, also of course, used it accordingly (as I'm sure you already surmised). I had found that my powers of persuasion were quite as adept as I had figured, so I decided to see how they worked in places not in my general realm of comfort.
I began slowly, at first. The YMCA and the neighborhood seemed a bit too confining. I figured that if I were to, "go," anywhere, I had to step outside of my zone. I did.
The first place I went was to the nearest, "city, " I could find. Growing up in the suburban wasteland that I had, the choices were legion. (That sounds a little Biblical doesn't it?). I decided upon this little city called Painesville. They had action the other places around would not have tolerated. In fact, this place was such a dying area, that they would have accepted anything in order to infuse some money into their economy. Also, it was a college town. Granted, the college was all girls until the couple of years just prior to my awakening, but I could not have cared less. In my mind, there were no boys more ripe for the taking than those who would decided to go to a former girls school.
I started to hitchhike to the Arby's in the center of the town. I always found a ride, even though it was often from those perverted people we often called, "Chester the Molester." Most importantly to my plan, though, is that they were what is called a network. I never refused a number that was offered, AND, I never did what they wanted, to a point. I had no problem giving them a little thrill, but it was on my terms, (at least I thought so). One or two of those numbers came in handy later because of my slow descent. It is very difficult to have a meteoric rise without some degree of descent, which is one of the main reasons this is being written.
Anyway, I never looked like I was older than I was, so what happened was for the reason it happened. My pristine countenance actually cause quite a stir amongst the people in town. No one know from whence I had come and all were wondering. I got there each day and just kind of hung out around any place I could, then I left. Home was such a bore that I went back at least twice a week, that was after I had hitched back home, then back again. I rarely had trouble finding a place to stay even though I had yet to do what I had planned. Just the thought of having a toy such as myself, gave many folks the thrill of their lives.
One day, I was approached by this vision of loveliness. The dude was nothing short of a dream. He was as dark a charcoal and had the features of an African king. His lips were like nothing I had ever before seen, (making me drool to kiss them), and his skin was perfectly smooth. He asked me what I was doing in such a God forsaken little town, to which I replied that I was looking for him. Thus began the next leg on my journey.
This man/boy took me to the Perkin's nearby and actually wanted to know what made me, proverbially, tick. He would not find out, but it was fun while it was there. I have to admit that I was infatuated and more, but that would have fucked things up incredibly. We talked for about an hour, as he paid for my really shitty breakfast, then he offered to take me home. I told him I had no REAL home and he said he knew I had lied. Without even the slightest thought about impropriety, he lured me to his car and, no shit, took me directly to my house. I was, obviously, shocked. I had done countless things to ensure that I was the one doing the investigating, but, here was this guy who knew more about me than I did about him. I was befuddled.
He stopped right in front of my neighbor's house and said he would be back, if I wanted. I told him he had been wrong in his assumption of where it was I nightly slept, but he pointed to the correct house and said he had been watching for some time. I was a bit weirded-out as they say. This person had said that he wanted me to be safe and that was why he had watched so closely. Going back into my parent's place, sneakily as always, I wondered how I missed him. I thought back and realized I hadn't. I had seem a vehicle, different each night, consistently cruising near 99% of the time when I got home. It must have been him. It REALLY had to have been. I thought about how incredible it could be, but remembered my plan, even though the thought of being with such a wonderful example of human was sexually almost uncontrollable.
I don't think I have yet told you how old I was and real don't think it is best to do so. It might be considered something else, when it was always my plan. Just let me tell you this: Those of us who know what we are doing are pretty fucking good at it. Society may tell you one thing, but the reality is much much different. I know I told you all this before, but it is worth saying again. I knew EVERYTHING I was doing and was quite proud of it at the time. In truth, I am still proud of it, but things got a little muddled.
This guy took me around his friends, which must have been almost torture to him, and basically showed me off. They had all seen me, "around," and wanted to know why. He kept on telling them that I was a, "long lost relative," that he had to, "take care of while his mother was being rehabilitated." Good idea. Not nearly the truth, and they knew it. There were many times when he had asked one of his friends to look after me when he had gone to do something, and...
They had done what he asked, though not how he had envisioned. We had already had a time, or two, where a bit of sucking and fucking had entered our lives. They also knew that. When he left us, I really do not know if it was previously throughout out or not, a lot of his friends tried to do what they wanted with me. This is where it may go bad. I may not have, "wanted," them, but I did not feel as though it was bad. I honestly loved DICK. I could not have cared where it came from. He thought it was all about him and how I felt, but I still did not really care.
I know you all thought I would make this something different, but, my reality did not allow for such things. I really, really liked him, but his friends showed me the truth of the matter. They acted as if they were SO inured to him, until he was gone. I found many more ways to get things I had dreamed of, without having someone, "up my ass," though that was never a problem.
I began slowly, at first. The YMCA and the neighborhood seemed a bit too confining. I figured that if I were to, "go," anywhere, I had to step outside of my zone. I did.
The first place I went was to the nearest, "city, " I could find. Growing up in the suburban wasteland that I had, the choices were legion. (That sounds a little Biblical doesn't it?). I decided upon this little city called Painesville. They had action the other places around would not have tolerated. In fact, this place was such a dying area, that they would have accepted anything in order to infuse some money into their economy. Also, it was a college town. Granted, the college was all girls until the couple of years just prior to my awakening, but I could not have cared less. In my mind, there were no boys more ripe for the taking than those who would decided to go to a former girls school.
I started to hitchhike to the Arby's in the center of the town. I always found a ride, even though it was often from those perverted people we often called, "Chester the Molester." Most importantly to my plan, though, is that they were what is called a network. I never refused a number that was offered, AND, I never did what they wanted, to a point. I had no problem giving them a little thrill, but it was on my terms, (at least I thought so). One or two of those numbers came in handy later because of my slow descent. It is very difficult to have a meteoric rise without some degree of descent, which is one of the main reasons this is being written.
Anyway, I never looked like I was older than I was, so what happened was for the reason it happened. My pristine countenance actually cause quite a stir amongst the people in town. No one know from whence I had come and all were wondering. I got there each day and just kind of hung out around any place I could, then I left. Home was such a bore that I went back at least twice a week, that was after I had hitched back home, then back again. I rarely had trouble finding a place to stay even though I had yet to do what I had planned. Just the thought of having a toy such as myself, gave many folks the thrill of their lives.
One day, I was approached by this vision of loveliness. The dude was nothing short of a dream. He was as dark a charcoal and had the features of an African king. His lips were like nothing I had ever before seen, (making me drool to kiss them), and his skin was perfectly smooth. He asked me what I was doing in such a God forsaken little town, to which I replied that I was looking for him. Thus began the next leg on my journey.
This man/boy took me to the Perkin's nearby and actually wanted to know what made me, proverbially, tick. He would not find out, but it was fun while it was there. I have to admit that I was infatuated and more, but that would have fucked things up incredibly. We talked for about an hour, as he paid for my really shitty breakfast, then he offered to take me home. I told him I had no REAL home and he said he knew I had lied. Without even the slightest thought about impropriety, he lured me to his car and, no shit, took me directly to my house. I was, obviously, shocked. I had done countless things to ensure that I was the one doing the investigating, but, here was this guy who knew more about me than I did about him. I was befuddled.
He stopped right in front of my neighbor's house and said he would be back, if I wanted. I told him he had been wrong in his assumption of where it was I nightly slept, but he pointed to the correct house and said he had been watching for some time. I was a bit weirded-out as they say. This person had said that he wanted me to be safe and that was why he had watched so closely. Going back into my parent's place, sneakily as always, I wondered how I missed him. I thought back and realized I hadn't. I had seem a vehicle, different each night, consistently cruising near 99% of the time when I got home. It must have been him. It REALLY had to have been. I thought about how incredible it could be, but remembered my plan, even though the thought of being with such a wonderful example of human was sexually almost uncontrollable.
I don't think I have yet told you how old I was and real don't think it is best to do so. It might be considered something else, when it was always my plan. Just let me tell you this: Those of us who know what we are doing are pretty fucking good at it. Society may tell you one thing, but the reality is much much different. I know I told you all this before, but it is worth saying again. I knew EVERYTHING I was doing and was quite proud of it at the time. In truth, I am still proud of it, but things got a little muddled.
This guy took me around his friends, which must have been almost torture to him, and basically showed me off. They had all seen me, "around," and wanted to know why. He kept on telling them that I was a, "long lost relative," that he had to, "take care of while his mother was being rehabilitated." Good idea. Not nearly the truth, and they knew it. There were many times when he had asked one of his friends to look after me when he had gone to do something, and...
They had done what he asked, though not how he had envisioned. We had already had a time, or two, where a bit of sucking and fucking had entered our lives. They also knew that. When he left us, I really do not know if it was previously throughout out or not, a lot of his friends tried to do what they wanted with me. This is where it may go bad. I may not have, "wanted," them, but I did not feel as though it was bad. I honestly loved DICK. I could not have cared where it came from. He thought it was all about him and how I felt, but I still did not really care.
I know you all thought I would make this something different, but, my reality did not allow for such things. I really, really liked him, but his friends showed me the truth of the matter. They acted as if they were SO inured to him, until he was gone. I found many more ways to get things I had dreamed of, without having someone, "up my ass," though that was never a problem.
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