Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2012 11:35:57 -0700 (PDT) From: August Zellner Subject: Everybody's Obsessed With Tyron, Chapter 2 R.I.P. TRAYVON MARTIN Victim of racial profiling Murdered for "walking while black" Lynched by Florida's notorious "shoot now and ask questions later" laws If you are a member of any group that could be "profiled" for any reason (e.g. sexual orientation) beware! You could be the next victim. *** EVERYONE'S OBSESSED WITH TYRON Chapter 2: The Weird-Ass Stepfather Speaks NOTE: We interrupt this story at this time because Tyron's weird-ass step-dad insists on telling you everything from his point of view. The author regrets any inconvenience this may cause. *** This is the story of how I ended up being Tyron's legal guardian and sexual enabler. I first met Tyron when he was 10 years old, and I moved into an apartment almost across the street from him. I had just started my new job, and I was making good money -- and still do! -- so I could have afforded to live anywhere, but I started looking for an apartment in this one particular neighborhood because I like it -- it's a funky ethnically diverse inner suburb with mostly double-decker and triple-decker houses, it was so close to my job that I almost could've walked but I never did (I usually take transit because my employer offers system-wide monthly passes at 75% off which makes it really cheap and I can also get a much lower "non-commuting rate" on insurance for my late model used car), and the rents there were so cheap I'd be livin' large. I went to see this one apartment and while I was standing around on the sidewalk waiting for the landlord to show up, here comes this really cute black boy walking up the sidewalk, shirtless and wearing gym shorts and dribbling a basketball the whole way. It was April but the weather was already warm in this North Carolina city. I was immediately infatuated and started staring at him, and as he walked past he nodded hello and said, "So are ya here to look at the apartment?" I said yes and he went on his way across the street to his house, which was a ground floor apartment with a front porch. My eyes followed him all the way. Then the landlord showed up and took me upstairs to see a second floor two bedroom two bath unit with hardwood floors and also had a front balcony which offered a commanding view of the whole street. As I was standing out on the balcony, out comes the cute shirtless black boy again. He looked up and saw me there and waved, and went on his way. The landlord was chattering on about the terms and conditions but I was staring at a cute shirtless black boy dribbling a basketball down the street. I told the landlord I'll take it, and paid him first, last and security on the spot, cash. After the landlord left I was standing there on the balcony with the keys in my hand saying to myself -- Holy Shit! Did you just do that? Did you really just commit to a one year lease, just so you could spend all your free time drooling over a really cute little black boy? Are you outta your fuckin' mind?? And even while I was questioning my own sanity like that, here comes that boy again, walking up the sidewalk towards his house. When he looked up again I just held the keys up and he said, "Well I guess I'll be seein'ya'around," and went on his way. Holy Shit ... But things soon took a little different turn because, with all the time I was spending out on the balcony obsessed with cute little Tyron, I soon got to know his mother Clarisse. She was only a couple of years older than me, and she was friendly and quite beautiful. Soon I was spending more and more time over at their house and I was really in love -- with Clarisse, I mean. I was still obsessed with Tyron, but that wasn't love -- I was in love with Clarisse. But for me, that was a really big problem because I had a terrible time consummating the relationship. In those days I had so many psychological hang-ups and performance anxieties that I could hardly pee if someone else was in the same house, never mind make love to a beautiful black woman. But in spite of all that, after a few months and several humiliating false starts, I was able to seal the deal a few times, especially after she figured out that she should let me start things off with a lot of oral and manual sex that would build my confidence. After that I was okay, at least enough of the time to keep her interested, and I tried to substitute a whole lot of kissing and petting to make up for my inadequacies. It was about a year after I first met Tyron and Clarisse, right around the time I was renewing my lease, when Tyron figured me out. Of course he was 11 by this time, and although he was not doing that well in school he wasn't stupid, and even though I had never touched him or come on to him in any way, he still figured out I was obsessed with him and he was pissed. And what was I supposed to do at that point, try to deny everything? Instead I had to try to explain things to him that you should never have to explain to an 11 year old boy, and beg him not to tell his mom. Yes, I'm gay enough and weird enough to be staring uncontrollably at you every time you come out of the shower, or walk around the house in your underwear, and when I'm helping you with your homework I'm really thinking about your huge black penis the whole time, and ummmm, yes this has been going on the whole fucking time since that first day I saw you walking down the sidewalk, and HOLY SHIT YOU RENTED THAT FUCKING APARTMENT JUST SO YOU COULD SIT UP THERE AND WATCH ME EVERY FUCKING DAY???!!!! "Ummm ... well ... yeah ..." (picture me cringing shamefully ...) "But Tyron, PLEASE, you also know me well enough by now to know I really really love your mom ... and I never ever touched you, or came on to you -- you know that ..." "I -- AIN'T -- GAY !!!!!!!!" "Oh yes I know that, and I'm so glad you're not gay, I would never want you to have to go through the shit I've been through my whole life, and now I've found your mom and I love her so much so please, PLEASE don't tell her, okay?" Well, these kinds of humiliating conversations went on for a couple of weeks, and in the end Tyron did not tell his mom about me. But by the time things settled down I also had to admit the rest of the truth to him, which was that the very fact that he was so clearly NOT GAY was a total turn-on for me, it was part of my obsession. One of the reasons I never tried anything with him, especially at first before I got to know his mom, was that on one hand, if he had rejected me that would have been disastrous and I'd have been caught and would have to face the consequences, but on the other hand, if it turned out he was gay and responded to my advances in any way, that would be a total turn-off for me and the whole obsession would be ruined. So Tyron's very heterosexuality was feeding my obsession more and more, especially as he was growing day by day into a handsome, athletic black teenager with the biggest black cock you ever saw in your life. Now, dear reader, try explaining THAT to an 11 year old black boy, and see how it all turns out for you ... In the end, Tyron did not tell his mom. Of course, my sexual performance with Clarisse went into an absolute tail-spin for a while, and Clarisse did not understand it, but after a few weeks I was able to get things back on track, sort of, but now I had to mentally deal with the fact that my girlfriend's son was there in the house, and he knew all about me ... holy shit ... But then, even though at age 11 he was not yet sexually active, Tyron decided it would be fun to sexually torment me a little. He started being a little more obvious about himself around the house, spending more time lounging around in his underwear playing with himself, and lingering in the bathroom doorway after his shower and even walking back and forth to his bedroom totally naked, but all the time acting like this should be no big deal, totally normal and I shouldn't even notice the fact that he was toweling off his half-hard penis right in front of me. However, at his age he had no way of knowing that the conversations we had a few weeks before had actually been psychologically liberating for me, like a big burden was lifted from my shoulders, so that now his new more open sexuality turned out to be something I could channel into my love life with Clarisse. Of course, I couldn't fantasize that I was Tyron fucking his mother -- because even with as many hang-ups as I had, incest was never one of them -- but I was able to fantasize that I was some other handsome black teenager fucking Tyron's mother, and holy shit that worked out great for me! All of a sudden Clarisse and I were just fucking up a storm and it was the happiest time in our lives! By the beginning of August, Clarisse had missed her period and the EPT stick showed she must be pregnant! She was very happy about that, and for me it was like a dream come true -- who the hell ever thought I'd end up with a beautiful woman and a family? And yes, Tyron was excited too -- he was excited for his mom, and he liked the idea of having a baby brother or sister, and let's face it, the fact that I had gotten his mom pregnant proved to him that I was not a total pervert. I had his approval, and even his respect. But then, right when everything was perfect, before we even got Clarisse to the doctor to see about the baby, our whole world fell to ruins. Clarisse suddenly started having terrible headaches and dizzy spells, and when we got her to the doctor there was a baby all right, but they also discovered a massive brain tumor. Yes, she really did die a week later, just one day before Tyron's 12th birthday. Before Clarisse died, she only wanted one thing -- she wanted to get married. I married her right there in the hospital. She told Tyron he must stay in school, and he must stay off drugs. She told me I must help Tyron do those two things. And then she was gone. Clarisse did not have a will. But the fact that I was now her husband meant that whatever she did have went to me, and that I was now Tyron's stepfather and legal guardian. As you can imagine, we were both devastated. I decided it would be wrong to make any sudden changes in Tyron's life, so I kept up the two apartments and left almost all the furniture in place. It turned out that Clarisse had a substantial life insurance policy, with Tyron as the beneficiary of course, but that made me the trustee. Between that and the fact that, as I said before, I had a good job with a high salary and low expenses, I was in a position to do right by Tyron. You need school supplies? Here they are. You need equipment and lessons so you can go join the basketball team? Here you are. Need some extra tutoring to keep up your school work so you don't get thrown off the team? Here's the best one in town. You need a laptop for school? How about if we just mosey on over to the Apple store and get you a top-of-the-line Mac Book and every kind of software or game you lay your eyes on. And while we're here, how'd you like an iPod and an iPhone and one of every other iGadget they have, and enough money on the iTunes card to let you download whatever horrible rap music you want? I was able to smooth things for Tyron during his sad time. I also tried to comfort him as best I could, but of course I had to be very careful not to do anything that he might think was "for the wrong reasons." All at a time when Tyron was growing day by day into a handsome, athletic black teenager with the biggest black cock you ever saw in your life, I no longer had a girlfriend so my life outside of work revolved entirely around his needs, and everything that was happening was making me more and more obsessed with Tyron ... Tyron ... What is he doing right now? Does he need me to do anything for him? Oh god he is getting to be ssssoooo handsome ... Now, I also want to point out that in caring for Tyron I was never trying to "save a poor black ghetto boy from a life in the streets." First of all, our neighborhood was no ghetto! And we weren't poor! Even before I got there, Clarisse wasn't poor, she had a decent job. No, I was raising my stepson the best way I knew how ... but getting more and more obsessed with him all the time ... Tyron discovered girls and sex when he was 12. And when that happened, it happened in a big way. He went from cute little kid to total lady-killer and sex fiend in just a few weeks. Suddenly he was chasing everything with a skirt, and sure enough some of those little girls were more than willing to spread their legs for him. He was getting laid practically every day, and he was 12, and of course, all that just fed my obsession about Tyron until I really was outta my fuckin' mind!! I was spending all of my free time jerking off to the image of my hot black teenage stud getting a piece of every bitch in the neighborhood. This was not healthy for me, because I immediately became Tyron's very willing enabler. You want some money to impress the girls with? Here you are. You want pornography so you can learn some new moves? Here you are. You want sex toys to use on the girls? Here you are. You want Astroglide to make everything go nice and smooth and easy? Just say the word, Tyron, and it's yours. Now if you don't mind, I need to go jerk off. And then we both kicked it up another notch. How about if we convert your old apartment into a private sex palace? We'll just take the living room and convert it into a plush, fully-furnished bedroom with a king sized bed and top quality linens, which I'll be happy to change and wash daily so you can just bring the bitches right in there and fuck'em with no hassels at all. Recognizing that it would be way too weird to use your mother's bedroom set for that, or even to have all her stuff in the house while you're in there fucking the shit out of every bitch you cross paths with, let's switch a lot of stuff around between the two apartments. I'll take you mother's bedroom set, and we can set mine up in the living room of your apartment -- it's got a king sized bed too, and you have no emotional attachment to it. Oh yeah, please Tyron, go ahead and fuck as many little bitches as you want to, RIGHT IN MY BED!! Meanwhile, I'll just sit up here on my on my balcony and watch you and the bitches come and go, and fantasize about you fucking them and jerk off until my prick is raw!! I think I'll need to lay in my own supply of Astroglide, and keep some out there on the balcony! What? You say you got one of those little bitches pregnant and she needs an abortion? No problem, Tyron -- in fact, PLEASE DO IT AGAIN, get a couple of bitches pregnant at the same time, because just thinking about you doing that has got me so hard I can barely stand up!! Of course, I also had to renovate Tyron's hall bathroom, because what good is a plush private sex palace without a totally cool bathroom to go with it? There were some size limitations there, but still I was able to gut out the old bathtub and replace it with a nice oversized shower with two shower heads, glass doors and enough room for at least three teenagers to fuck comfortably while getting washed off and ready for more action. I also ripped out the old vanity and flooring and went with elegant counter tops, faux marble flooring and oversized mirrors. When the landlord heard I was ready to drop almost ten grand on his old hall bathroom, he signed the building permit documents right away, no questions asked. Everything was finished and ready for Tyron and his bitches to go christen as his 13th birthday present. One thing I never did, though, was put any hidden cameras in there. Tyron would've killed me if he ever found out, which would've been inevitable, and besides, he continued to flaunt his sexuality and gave me plenty of opportunities to take pictures of him and his bitches as they came and went, and he even brought them over to my apartment sometimes, and they made out and fucked there too since of course he also had his own bedroom there, and he let me take some pretty lewd pictures of all that, so I never had any problem immersing myself ever deeper and deeper into my obsession with Tyron ... Tyron ... my handsome black teenage sex fiend ... I love you Tyron, I really do ... Now, in describing all this I can hear just a few of you readers saying, hey wait a minute, what happened to all those promises I made to Clarisse, where I said I'd bring her son up right? Well, my answer is simple: I promised to help Tyron stay in school, and help him stay off drugs, and I never stopped doing that. The school supplies and tutoring help never stopped coming, and Clarisse never said anything about keeping her son celibate, right? Now if you don't mind, I need to go jerk off. Also, Tyron's teenage years were nowhere near as one-dimensional as they may appear in a pornographic story like this one. I really did my very best to bring him up right, and we talked a lot about life, and school, and even girls -- you know, it's not like Tyron never fell in love or had a hard break-up and needed a dad to turn to. He had friends, went to parties and movies, gamed on the computer, etc. etc. but you didn't start reading this story to hear about any of that, right? Also, the North Carolina city where we live is accessible to a lot of nice vacation spots like the Smokey Mountains, the Outer Banks, Williamsburg, Washington DC, and historic sites like Jamestown, the Freedom Fort, Atlanta and other places of interest to an African-American teenager. I even researched his family history and figured out exactly which plantations his ancestors were enslaved at, and then I took him to visit those plantations and one of them still has a couple of slave quarters still intact -- very creepy, but very interesting too. Between my income and Clarisse's life insurance policy I gave Tyron a good life, and we brought some of his bitches along on vacations and educational trips too -- especially Rachel, who was Tyron's "best girl" for over a year and a half, which is really a pretty long time for a 15-year-old. We even brought a couple of her girlfriends along when their parents would give permission (which was not often!). I'm sure you're going to read a lot about Rachel before this story is over, and some of it may not be very complimentary, but I think she was really good for Tyron. He really did love her, that's for sure. And she made only one non-negotiable demand -- no drugs -- and of course I was all for that. She also refused to be called "his bitch" -- that's where the whole "best girl" thing came from. Tyron came up with that title and asked me about it, and I thought it was good -- it was positive, and it conferred a special status which I thought was well-justified. Once in a while he even called her his "best girl ever," and I have to say I can't argue with that. When they broke up it was over some petty bullshit I could never figure out. Now that Tyron will be 20 in a few months he has even started seeing Rachel again, and I hope they get back together since they are both a little more mature. One last thing before I give up the podium and let the author get back to the porn -- from time to time, Tyron tried to introduce me to girls or women he thought I'd like. Success on that was mixed, to say the least. The first time, he brought me a girl he had already fucked and that was a total disaster because every second I was with her I felt like I was being "compared" if you know what I mean, and of course there's nothing more deflating than that (in every sense of the word). That turned into another time when I had to explain something to a 13-year-old that quite frankly didn't even make any sense to him at the time, it was so far out of his frame of reference. But this meant that if he was going to introduce me to a girl or woman, it would essentially have to be one of his un-fucked "rejects" but yet one he thought I'd like, and that was kind of weird requirement that made for fewer introductions. Once, Tyron introduced me to a little white boy -- oh yeah, he really did that! I had to work that Saturday morning, but he said he'd have a surprise for me when I got home. I came walking in the house and HOLY SHIT !! there was the prettiest little 11-year-old brunette you ever saw, so queer and hot and horny he was already naked and with a big hard-on as he climbed all over me and ripped my clothes off!! And I can't even tell you how many times I sucked that boy's dick that afternoon, or how many times he sucked mine, or how many times I fucked his ass, or how long we cuddled and kissed and felt each other up between and during all that sex ... but I can tell you that by the end of the day I knew it was a really, really bad idea. It would create static that could interfere with my obsession for Tyron and I didn't want anything like that, BUT that was nothing compared to the realization that if I ever accepted a little queer boy from Tyron, it would be something he'd be able to use against me as a weapon for the rest of our lives! Oh yes, he definitely was not above doing something like that, and you'll read more about that later. So late that afternoon I invented some stupid reason to get all pissed off at that boy and throw him the hell out of my house and tell him to never come back. Then I told Tyron to never, never pull a stunt like that again -- and yes, it stuck. I was safe. As for women, if you think about it you'll also realize that establishing anything like a permanent relationship was next to impossible, not just because of my own hang-ups, but because any woman who stayed around for very long would realize what was going on in the apartment across the street, and what my roll in that must be, and that would be the end of the relationship. So it wasn't until quite recently, around the time that I was helping Tyron get established with his job and move into his new apartment across town, that I met Gloria (without any help from Tyron, thank you very much) and could take the time to work on my relationship with her without any "outside interference." And wouldn't you know it, now she's pregnant, we're planning to get married and I'm right back to, who the hell ever thought I'd end up with a beautiful woman and a family?