Ok, So when i was like a sophomore or junior in high school, I was involved in this afterschool program at the Frederick Douglas Center (The Doug) in Toledo called Y.O.P. It was an acronym but I have no idea what it meant. But anyway, one day they had a few of us read something out loud in front of some people. Let me first say that I was fairly advanced for my age. Always have been. Not sure if this was because of me being super smart or if TPS just had very, VERY low curriculum but everything taught to me in school always came very easily. For example, without trying, I graduated from high school with a 3.49 gpa. I never...not once took home homework. I say that to say that what ever it was they had us reading out loud could not have been that big of a deal considering how dope I was. That will be significant later. So we read whatever it was and one of the adults who worked at The Doug fetched me to his office. I say fetched because, although he was at the reading thing, he sent someone over to me to tell me to come to his office. I’d never met or seen the dude before but I had only really met the adults in charge of my after school program. He was a short, fat, black dude, not too dark but not light-skinned either, late 30’s early 40’s, balding and wore glasses. Picture a black George Costanza with a scraggly beard. If I remember correctly, dudes name was Dewey. So, I’m direct to dudes office, I open the door and in his little office he’s sitting behind a desk that takes up much of the room, is horizontally centered and is more so to the back of the room. His hands folded, he’d look like a low budget evil villain if not for a genuine, “I’m a good guy” smile he was wearing. He began to tell me who he was and why I was there. His voice was really soft, not like feminine soft but quite. Dude struck me as kind of weird but I was a kid. Keep it real, all adults were kind of weird to me in their own individual way. So, I’m in there right, and dude tells me that we was impressed with the way I presented myself in the reading and how confident I was with my reading and he wanted to give me a gift. Fine. Whatever. It’ll probably be like some paper or a binder for school or something stupid like that. I really didn't care I just wanted to get back to my friends. Dude said he wanted to give me a pager. Early 2000’s that was a hell of a gift. Thats whats up, right? Heck yeah I’ll take your pager! AND you gone pay the bill on it too?!? My nigga! We cool. So we talkin and he wants to know more about me and my interests so I tell him I always wanted to know how to play the piano. Thats when he tells me that he plays the piano at his church in addition to serving as a deacon and he’d be happy to give me free lessons. What?!?!? Dude! My nigga! All for reading a stupid excerpt from some stupid whatever it was?!?! What a deal right…? Right?
So a few days go by and Dewey comes by my house and drops off my new pager! We schedule my first lesson. Once a week, every week. Everythings great. I get to his house for the first lesson and, if i remember correctly it goes off without a hitch...the lesson itself, that is. Dudes house was a tad bit cluttered though. He had pet iguanas and lizards and snakes and stuff. Which he introduces me to as if they were contributing on the bills or something. Dude was serious about his reptiles. Along with the basics and mechanics of learning how to play piano, he was also teaching me how to play and actual song. I can't remember which song it was but I think my fingers still know. It's a very popular church song and if I said the title you would know which song it was. It’ll come to me later. Ok. so reptiles, lessons, day is over and I leave. I get a page from dude a couple days later and he wants to take me out to breakfast one day this week. Cool. I like to eat. We go to breakfast at a place called Maria’s on Secor by where the old movie theater use to be a couple days later. “ORDER MY STEPS!!!!” That was the name of the song. Told you it would come back to me. Anyway, nothing weird happens at Maria’s. Mind you, I’m still feeling this guy out. I don't know him but aside from being an old dude hanging out with a teenager he’d just met and the reptile fetish he seems like a normal dude. Then it gets weird...and other stuff.
Next lesson. I'm at dudes house and he tells me that he would like to buy me my own keyboard to have at my house to practice but until then he’ll give me a key to his house incase i want to practice while he’s not home. Not his apartment. His house. A key. To a teenager. He just met. Oh and the password to his home security system...again, to a teenager. He just met. Understand, he hadn't known each other a month yet. Ok. He’s a bit of a overly trusting guy but, whatever. I’m a good kid. I’m not gonna do anything unethical...right. Maybe he see’s something in me...Maybe God has placed it on his heart to take me under his wing...right. He’s a man of faith…(we’ll see) Ok, so key, security password, piano lesson, days done. I go home.
Next lesson. I’m in there, I’m playing the keyboard. I feel fine. But dude keeps telling me all throughout the lesson to relax and that I seem tense and uptight and is something bothering me. Which it wasn't. I was fine. Towards the end of the lesson he tells me that he can sense that I’m tense and it is effecting my playing. Then……..dude actually suggests that we practice in the nude together to combat the nervousness…….ummm…..nooooo…...yeah, thanks but no. I’m good. Lesson’s done, I leave.
WTF just happened?!?!?!? Did dude just ask me to play the keyboard naked with him?!?!? Yeah, definitely not comfortable with this dude anymore. Ok….benefit of the doubt time: I don't know...maybe he’s just a weird guy. He said he had other studentS that he does this with...I can't do it but is that reason enough for me to just stop these lessons? Just because the guys a little different?!?!? I’ll just do me and he can do him...as long as he misses me with that weirdness, right? I don't know. The other side of this coin is that I was in Teen Pep in high school which was an in school program that acted out and talked about unsafe and questionable scenarios with the students. The same scenario that I was in with this Dewey dude was one that we acted out...almost exactly except it was a coach and a player. So I’m also thinking…”is this grown ass man tryina get in my pants?!?!?!?!?” Nooooooo!!! Dudes a man of God, right?!?!? He wouldn't be trying to do anything like that. He just has some unconventional methods…...right?!
This internal battle goes on for a few weeks: do I go back for the lessons, do I not go back for the lessons? The only thing i knew for sure was that whatever I was gonna do, I was gonna be fully clothed when i did it. All the while I’m making up excuses to dude why i can't come to the lessons. He then tells me that he’s gonna deactivate the pager. He feels like I’m quitting and if that was the case then he missed judged me from the beginning. Looking back on the situation as an adult, dude was a perverted genius. So I agree to go back for the lessons fully clothed. And THIS is where it gets….well...just read on.
Next lesson. I get to dudes house and let myself in. His direction. As I’m coming into the house he’s walking out of his bedroom which is right off the dining room where the piano lessons take place. I think nothing of it. It's his house, he can be where he wants. As long as he’s got his clothes on, I’m cool. Before the lesson, for whatever reason, he voluntarily tells me that he is a part of program that teaches men in prison, through video tapes, how to masturbate…..and….ummm... fellatiate …...ooookkkay not sure why you’re telling me this but whatever. No sooner than I had thought that, I found out why. He then asks me...a 15 or 16 year old kid if he could fellatiate me as part of his instructional video?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? ummm….noooooo! TF is wrong with this dude?!?!?!?!?
Thank God for Teen Pep back in high school because the picture was starting to become clear. Dude praises me for that whack ass reading (told you it’d be significant). Buys me gifts (the pager.) Takes me to breakfast. Trusts me with his house. Then threatened to take it away when I started to retreat...dude was tryina sugar daddy me!!
It's now clear that I need to get out of here. But I don't wanna trip. Dude knows where I live, knows where I go to school and if he’s crazy enough to ask a kid if he can give him top then who knows how much more crazy he is. I make the decision to just play it cool and make it through the lesson without causing much of a stir and just never come back. Besides, I’m a big, 230 pound varsity football player. If dude tries something funny I have no doubt I can take him. Ok. So, I’m playing the keyboard. He’s not really teaching me he’s just kind of in the room and my back is to him. Although I’m playing, the majority of my attention is focused on where he is and what he’s doing. I’m on my toes. In the middle of the “lesson” if we’re still calling it that, I took a break, as I always do. Dude had the nerve to offer me something to drink. Why? So you can drug me and wake up tied to your bed face down?!?!? Nigga, no!!!! I didn't say all that though. Trying to keep a low profile. I politely decline. I think dude started sensing my “this nigga is a crazy pervert” vibe. Without saying it, I think he knew that this would be my last session with him. I think he made a mental decision like, “f*ck it. time to pull out all the stops!” Because believe it or not, it got weirder...much much weirder! He then shares with me that he use to be gay and that it was something that he struggles with. He then...proceeds to show me like a six second clip of him taking it in the ass…...me…..a 15 or 16 year old kid. He then chuckled and said, “he was tearing me up.” DUDE!!!! TF!!!!! Ok. It might just be time to make a run for it. Forget all that not wanting to trip stuff. I might have to trip and if he retaliates at a later date then I’ll just cross that bridge when I get to it. The first opening I get, I’m gone!
Ok. So I’m back on the keyboard. I’m basically just pressing keys. ALL of my attention is on dude and what he is doing. In case he tries to catch me slippin. I keep my back to him though. I don't want him to know that I’m on to him. Just in case surprise needs to become a weapon. His movements decrease and as far as I can tell he is in the corner of the room behind me and to my left. Again, I can't see him but I’ve been tracking his movements through noise like a damn bat or something. I’m sure he’s there. And he’s staying there. He’s not moving...as far as I can hear. Aside from him breathing it's quiet for a moment then I hear a sound...almost like someone is chewing gum really loud, but not really. Now his breathing is getting louder. I turn around and, no lie, this nigga is sitting on a dining room chair in the corner of the room, facing me, butt ass naked, beating off!!! Man, I got up and calmly walked out. I thought about running but I walked out calmly because at this point I wanted to give him a chance to try and physically stop me so I could be justified in beating him into the ground. But I left without incident and I never went back. Never told anyone at The Doug either...although I should have.
I saw dude years later at a bus stop in downtown Toledo. I was an adult by then. Not sure if he saw me. I didn't even recognize him at first. By the time I had realized who he was we had gone our separate ways. And THAT, my friends, is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me! ……….I KNOW, RIGHT!?!?!?!?!?