You Know....???>>> part three

I need to remind all of you about me. Recall that I was about sixteen at this time and never really looked my age, BUT I was able to put myself off as older if I wanted by simply changing my demeanor. My intelligence always helped me to seem much older than my age, though I never once lied to anyone about that. (At least not EXACTLY.) My actions, though, on occasions such as the ones I have been describing in the last two sections, seemed to point to someone a bit younger. I would say most boys get over the "gymnastic phase" at about 14 unless they are true gymnasts. I hoped never to tire of it because I had the feeling I was defying mother nature. It was totally exhilarating to see the ground with your feet pointing to the sky. I must get on with the story, though.

This guy, and you already know you won't get a name since I haven't given you any yet, came and stayed almost every day, which of course got me wondering what he did that would allow for him to spend so much time watching me. Not that I minded, after all I was quite the little spotlight stealer. Each day we talked more and more. By the end of the week we had been to McDonald's drive through and even sat down together at Ground Round for a meal and some conversation. He was smart, I knew that, but I still couldn't find out what he did.

By the second week I had already convinced him to take me to his house. This, for the first time ever, was quite difficult. I had never had to ask, or even allude to, more than once before a dude would jump at the chance to bring me "home." This guy was completely unlike that. He seemed even sweetly afraid. I did know that he used to be married but had no one special at the moment. He said he had a couple of kids with whom he was estranged and lived a generally quiet life in the suburbs. I still didn't know what he did but I was getting closer, AND when we got into the house I was sure to find something.

After we went to the movies and saw one of the Indiana Jones flicks, I can't really remember which one, he finally relented. I had told my mother I was staying with a friend and might not be home for a couple of days. As was her usual, she kinda said to be careful and that I should call now and again to say I was OK. The guy didn't yet know this, but he would soon.

Driving up to the house I was pleasantly surprised to see a nice ranch style house one about 1/2 acre with lighting up the drive like that house on the GE commercial. There were neighbors on either side and across the street but none were too close, AND it was dark. No sooner had that thought crossed my mind than I finally realized what had taken so long. Whatever he did or was about, this thing he was about to do was not to be broadcast. He wanted no one to know he was bringing home a little child of some indeterminate race (but obviously not white). Actually I do not think race had anything to do with it, but that could make things even worse, as I had seen quite a few times. I know what some of you are thinking, you're wrong. I did not have any sense of foreboding with this guy. I was in no way afraid that I would not walk out of the house again. In fact, I felt oddly at ease as we crossed the threshold. He had his hand lightly on my back as if to say we shouldn't linger too long where prying eyes may see us, so in we went. I don't want to overstate the place, but it was nicer inside than what I could on the exterior. I loved the wide open style of kitchen into dining room into living room into sun porch. It was very airy and just, I don't know, nice.

You Know....???>>> part two

Me and the guy clicked like had never before happened. I truthfully like being around him and felt he sincerely liked it when I was near. The man was interesting as well as pretty decent looking for a man of his "advanced" age. I put the word in quotes because I absolutely have no qualms about age and think no one should. It is what it is but doesn't make any difference in the way a person feels about another. Age is a number assigned by society to keep people in their little moronic places without regard for what is real and/or felt between two human beings.

What is often forgotten, and I know I am in the midst of a major diatribe that shows no signs of abatement, is that god or some higher power MUST have knowledge of what goes on. I know for a fact that no one I slept with, and I had not done this with my guy, at least not yet, went out of his way to get me in bed (or on the couch or in the alley or the back seat of the car, you get the drift). In fact, I usually set might sights on him. I was a manipulative little uncaring, selfish, prick and damned fucking proud of it! I am not the only one out there but I AM the one telling this story so, keep listening because it ain't quite over yet.

You know....????

You know, things just often have a way of working themselves out. My seeming juvenile ways, I forgot to tell you I regularly acted the sum of my years (and sometimes less) in order to make people think of me as I wanted, afforded me exactly what it was I was looking to find. I was running around jumping off things and doing my wonderful back flips, I was pretty damned good at those for most of my teens and before, when this decent looking guy of about, I don't know, thirty-five or so came to check me out. Believe me when I tell you, I knew when someone was looking at me versus just happening to "be there." I had been working on my flips for about a week or so, at pretty much the same time, in this particular park on the east side of Cleveland. The guy I am talking about came around on about the third day and I noticed him the next day. Really, I noticed him the first day, but he didn't want me to notice, if you know what I mean. By the fourth day he moved a bit closer, and by the sixth day he had decided to have a conversation with me. I was ecstatic.

He asked me how I learned to do such a wonderful thing. I told him it was just something that came to me naturally, which was absolutely the truth. then he started asking me about just ME. You know, that hadn't happened too much thus far in my life, so I told him. I really felt very comfortable with this man quite quickly and almost decided I couldn't do what I had planned. Of course I thought better of it and went ahead anyway. I told him about my mother. I told him about what I had done and pretty much with whom. I told him that I was a kid that had no true boundaries but those I had made for myself. In short I was honest, which was another thing that wasn't normal for me. Not that I lied, I just had not been incredibly honest with a whole lot of people.