Lately, I've been reminiscing about the experiences I've had with certain boys and I found myself thinking about Chad. He was your quintessential Southern beau. He had blond hair, steely blue eyes, and a strong jaw line. His best quality, however, was that he made me feel like someone gave a damn about the minutiae of my day-to-day existence.
Before Live Spaces and Blogger, I maintained several blogs, most notable of which was Xanga. That's where I met Chad one faithful day in my senior year of high school. He had the sexiest display picture and his blog had the most interesting name, Orgy of Roses. Having a low self-esteem back then, I was very reluctant to message Chad, him being a hunk and all. I eventually did the deed after I realized I had nothing to lose.
I don't remember what happened afterward. To my surprise, he found me sexy and before you know it we were talking online everyday and were strutting our stuff in front of our webcams. Chad had the most delicious cock. It was big, fat, and uncut, just the way I like it. Come to think of it, I think that's when I started liking uncut dicks. Watching his foreskin slide over his glans made me salivate like crazy.
This went on for a few months. He actually kept me sane back then. The few close friends I had were so busy, they had little time to hang out. Chad provided me with the emotional and sexual outlet every budding young homosexual craves for. Although sex played a huge part behind my infatuation with Chad, what mattered to me most was the connection we forged. I really liked our conversations about our families and tiny insecurities. It made me feel like I wasn't alone in everything that's been happening to me.
Another thing that drew me towards Chad was his digital art skills. He made awesome brushes for Photoshop and PSP. He taught me how taught me about layers and how to implement them in webpage layouts. To reward my efforts, he registered a domain name for me as a Christmas present. In return, I sent him a copy of Hillary Clinton's autobiography, Living History.
I'm not sure how we drifted apart. I remember wanting to be his online boyfriend. In hindsight, I guess I wanted someone to need me emotionally, even if it was only on the interwebs. Being a more experienced and wiser faggot than I was at the time, Chad didn't sound excited at all when I brought up the issue. Hurt and rejected, I stopped talking to him. After a while, he stopped coming online and life went on like it always did.
Later, I found out that Chad hacked into a local Republican official's email account. He went to court and was eventually found guilty. Since he had no prior criminal record, he was put on six months probation and community service. Soon after that, he moved to Palm Springs, CA. At that point, I had so many things going on - my job as a nanny for two high-functioning autistic children, community college, and university applications - that I didn't have time to re-connect with him.
I wonder what happened to him. The last time we talked, he mentioned his plans to go to college. Maybe I should send him an e-mail to find out what he's up to these days.
