The Fresh and Frisky Years: IV

This is chapter four of The Fresh and Frisky Years, a five post series of stories previous to my eighteenth birthday. You can read chapter 1 first to understand this one better. You can also read chapter 2 and chapter 3 here but they are not necessary for this story.

Today I'm writing a story that took me years to get to fully understand. Even now, I'm not absolutely sure to know all of the facts that shaped the situation as it was. I'm writing this story just because I promised I would do so.

It's story of the capofamiglia Sleeping Beauty.

I was too young, when I met him, to have a profile on a dating site. Nevertheless, hormones raged through my body more than ever, and I was always a little premature. I wanted something.

A chat had to do it for me, and a chat is where I met him.

I was on a long lasting family trip. My parents had rented a house, and we stayed there for about a month. I was very bored. That's how I ended up turning to internet flirting to have something to do.

Our age difference was too big for me, I thought. Ten years seems a lot of time when you're fifteen. Today, I don't mind if my flings are some years older than me.

In fact, I'd rather have an older sergeant than a young private on me.

Of course, within limits. Anyhow, if you ask me now I still feel that for a fifteen year old boy, ten years older is too much.

It would all have ended promptly if it weren't that I had fallen in love with him. Yes, I know, falling in love over Messenger is nonsense. I hope my age-related innocence excuses me this time.

Every day I would anxiously go to the internet café close to our appartment and talk with this guy for some hours. After a week, he proposed to take a flight and come to where we were staying.

I thought he was kidding. He wasn't. At first I didn't wnat him to come. I was afraid for of course I was aware this was unusual. But I let it happen. I was in love, you see.

Some days later, I told my parents I was going into the city on my own. They didn't know I was to take a train to the airport where I would pick up Sleeping Beauty and gave me permission.

The first moments where awkward. The first impression was good though. I immediately liked him

I'm sure you can imagine how much of an impression his display of independence, spontaneously travelling to a foreign country, made on me.

He only came for two days and three nights. The first two days we spend together, at night I would come back home while he headed towards the hostal I had arranged for him.

Now I have to explain the story behind my election of a shelter for my beloved one. He wanted something cheap, and I found something cheap. What we both didn't know before his first night there, is that I had found a Christian house for homeless.

He was to share bedroom and showers with 19 homeless. Exactly what he deserved.

Despite that now I feel it was life putting things in place, at that moment I only felt sorry. I wanted to help him, and so I told my father an altered version of what had happened.

“You see, dad, my twenty year old friend from back home came here too, and I had recommended him a place to stay I found on the internet. But made a terrible mistake. I wondered if I could make it right by letting him stay with us tonight.”

This is why children shouldn't lie to their parents.

But they let him. Of course, I told him to slip into my bed as soon as it was quiet outside our room. We would start messing around very soon. Though it was nothing special how it ended confused me (my bed-karma was already starting).

He didn't want to cum. He let me do it, but he didn't want to do so himself. I was puzzled, really, and I just couldn't understand such a thing. I had seen too little of this world. I just believed his story and assumed he was asexual.

Today, with all the facts I've gathered through time, I believe that what he didn't want was to leave any DNA behind. Of course, what he was doing wasn't right or even legal.

Some months later I saw a movie about older men going to a house only to sleep with young girls, enjoying just their youth. Since then I thought of him as Sleeping Beauty.

But this was only the beginning. There's more tales to tell about him.

After we came back to our home, I naturally wanted to see the guy again. I had not forgotten.

I contacted him again. I told him I was back, and I wanted to see him. He said he wanted to see me too, but that it wasn't possible. He was not in the country.

“Oh, and when are you coming back?” I asked, assuming he was on holiday.

“Well, I'll stay here in Panama for about six more months I think” He answered.

...

He explained to me how he was living there, for work reasons, and that he was sorry.

Well, he apologized, but that didn't make me feel better. This came totally unexpected, and disappointed me. At first I wanted to wait for him, I still believed during those years, and I spent some sad days.

After a week or so, I decided he could go and fist himself in Panama. I'd just live on.

It took me some time to recover, but after a while I had a new boyfriend. I was never really in love with this one, though, and I'm not very proud to say I dropped him as soon as Sleeping Beauty came back from his little tax haven.

I was sure that, now that he was back, we would live happily ever after. I was to be disappointed. We only met once more. That day he took me to his house, and we had sex.

That would be the last time I saw him, for after that he would only try to hook me up with some of his friends (that, were about his same age) through Messenger.

Saying I was abused by him is not correct, for of course I didn't do anything I didn't want to. Still, now I see how I was playing a game I barely knew.

And Sleeping Beauty was a very seasoned player.

As you may have already read, some time later I dated a boy, my age, who had also dated Sleeping Beauty.

The details of how this happened are explained in the beginning of chapter 1 of the Fresh and Frisky years.

During my short time with Twinkslove we realized we shared a guy past. He would be the one who got me started in putting all the pieces together.

Twinklove's parents were rich and influential. I was not the only one they had been following for messing around with their son. They had done the same thing with Sleeping Beauty, and that way found out some details about him.

First of all, the man wasn't just ten years older than me. He was almost twenty years older than me. He had told the same lie to Twinkslove.

I already had a faint suspect that this would be the case, but I didn't want to try very hard to figure it out. I didn't really want to know, I didn't really care. What bugged me, was the feeling that I had been tricked.

A week after this revelation, I talked with my cute little boyfriend about Sleeping Beauty again. This conversation, together with some bits of information I got from the friends he tried to hook me up with made me understand the whole Panama episode.

Saying he was in Panama for work was but a half truth.

First of all, I heard how Panama is a tax haven. Then I started hearing how he had some very shady business going on there.The guy who told me about this business, also told me why he was forced to go back one week before my arrival.

Sleeping Beauty had a boyfriend, and Sleeping Beauty had broken his heart. In revenge, the broken hearted boy went to the police and told them everything he knew about his ex's business.It all threatened to crumble and turn out very badly for him. Hence, the six months in Panama.

Of how he fixed it, I have no clue, but as I said this was a very cunning, seasoned player. And he was good at many games.

Last thing I found out, was the structure of his friend maffia.

I heard how Sleeping Beauty, ignoring the fact that Twinkslove and me were cute little boyfriends now, tried to hook him up with the same friends as he tried with me. And in the same order.

One of those friends, the nicest one, was a real big mouth. He wasn't very bright, the poor soul. He was the one who gave me access to the ways of their group.

Sleeping Beauty was, together with another guy, the one who “fished” the boys between the fourteen and sixteen off the internet. After those men had had their share, they would get them to hook up with another one of their friends. The next in their hierarchy.

They even had a personal website that, in case you had the right password, showed you how it worked.

According to what I've heard, it had happened many times before me.

Luckily, and although I had no idea of what was going on, my intuition was still working and I didn't join their little games further than Sleeping Beauty.

What makes it the most disgusting to me, is the fact that they were intentionally messing around with boys at an age in which they're very influenceable.

At the moment, I believe Sleeping Beauty is missing. I heard he went to some forgotten country, hiding for the consequences of something he did.