He showed me computer stuff. We wrote all the websites down on a legal pad. When he asked to see my dick, I showed it to him because that’s what friends do. He said “that isn’t a real dick” and then laughed and we did funny stuff. One day, He told me he would burn down His house and then He did it. His parents wrote me a letter saying he got sent away forever. After that, all those boys on the websites looked the same. Back then, you could’ve told me they all shared a face with Him and I’d believe you. Sometimes I dream about the things we got away with because we really did have fun. Two years later, I emailed the admins of this site He liked and asked if they remembered Him. I kept doing that until someone replied. They wanted pictures of my body, not His. I thought, sure, why not? I told this man where I lived. Sorry, he apologized, too far away. Do you remember Him, at least? I ask. No, I can’t remember.