Harold is 50, and he lives in the house he grew up in. The house was paid off before he was born. He knows the neighborhood and the neighborhood know Harold.
Harold would claim he is animateur photographer, and has slipped every young man over seventeen in a five block radius a twenty or two the take a picture of them. Normally it was in their underwear and he was known to have a suitcase of brand new to choose from. You wear them you keep them was the deal.
Weird when you realize he has been taking these pics of neighood boys for over ten years. Not one complaint from anyone about him being a pervert, or making them do stuff they did want to.
The fact was a few young men did do more than just take pictures. Mostly with each other. That was always their idea and at their request. Some would come fool around with Harold. He was always available for that.
Then down the street John's dad caught his son and a friend doing gay stuff after school. He punched his own son. Kicked him out of the house. Then raised hell because to ran away to Harold's house. Harold filed a restraining order on him.
John's Dad tried to make Harold out to be a pervert. A sicko that like little boys. Strangely enough the State of Nevada gave Harold a foster care license. A reporter picked up on the story, wrote article. Contacted a dozens of neighborhood kids. Everyone love Harold. The article exposed that the reporter in question was in fact a homosexual. Some would say bias. He had been friend of Harolds for over ten years. A neighborhood kid now twenty seven. With a husband and kid of his own.
He got Harold onto blogging, and over the course of five months they posted every picture Harold had ever take of young men in their underwear. Thousands of seventeen year old young men, at twenty bucks a pop.
This is a pic of the reporter in question with two friends ten years earlier who claims to this day. Harold saved his life just by answering questions honestly. This wasn't just about gay stuff. He was the only adult that would talk to us like adults. The only one that listen to us.
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