He said he liked that I was an overweight kid because that meant curves and a lot to love on and feel up. He realized I was young, horny and impressionable and he told me exactly what he wanted. "Naafar" started to become very explicit in his messages. Here's where the story takes an even more twisted turn. Also, what if my parents came home unexpectedly? And why would I let a potentially dangerous stranger into this house? For one, I WASN'T GAY! (But why did the idea have some appeal?). When he found out I really was local, at home alone and so young he told me that he would love to come over. That means my hard-on was doing most of my thinking for me. So my decision was to humor this local African man and see what he had to say.Īs we chatted I continued looking at porn. I also had a raging boner and an empty house. Now we know there's a spectrum and it's never as simple as we think. Seemed harmless, but I wasn't gay so who cared?īut that's not the whole story. I could tell even through chat that he didn't speak the best English but he managed to get the basics of who he was across. Here I was, a horny 18 year old into MILFs, busty teens and gangbangs, and here was "naafar," who turned out to be a 30-something year old black man from Africa who lived one city and 15 miles over. I opened the chat box and fortunately for our purposes here I remember the conversation fairly vividly. After watching some porn and beating off I noticed a blinking message from a user named "naafar". My user name at the time had my city as part of it. I had never spent much time there because "North Carolina" is a big state and the rooms only held about 50 people, so even if I wanted to break my anonymity and dream world, the chances of finding a woman near me were next to none. What did I do, of course, but fire up the computer, pull out my cock and start to alternate between wanking, flipping through porn browsers and steamy roleplay chat rooms.Īs I was searching the Yahoo Chat rooms I found the one for my location: North Carolina. So there I was alone at home, blurry vision and blurry thoughts with a little booze still on my breath. My parents, oblivious and perhaps in denial, called me in sick for school. So much, in fact, that I woke up vomiting. And the night before I had a little too much to drink (yes, even on a school night. I was 18 years old and a senior in high school. It became something other than an imagination land. I was cruising through chat rooms roleplaying and talking dirty, exploring my curiosity and pushing my boundaries with people I would never meet. Within a few months - or if I'm being honest, probably a few days - I was back at it. I said all the right things and was deemed cured. They sent me, a young teenager, to a Christian sexual therapist to talk about my "porn addiction". I was caught looking at porn a couple of times and because my father had run into some trouble with my mother over the same issue a few years before, it was a tense subject that the family didn't feel comfortable discussing. They left a young, curious and horny son alone in a house with the internet and no blocks whatsoever. Growing up my very good, loving parents were a little naive. Or it could fit pretty much any fetish you could imagine. If AOL Instant Messenger was the place for teenagers to awkwardly flirt with classmates in a way they could never muster up the courage to do so in person, Yahoo Chat was the seedy underbelly of the early internet chat world. Many of you reading this might remember the old chat application. It had been probably ten years since I, now a 33 year old married man living the suburban American dream, had even logged in. I paused for a moment when I read that headline.
But just a few months ago I was scrolling through my Twitter feed and a headline jumped out: "Yahoo Chat to shut down permanently."
In fact, it elicited no truly emotional response from me whatsoever.