Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2007 03:05:24 -0500
From: The Jongolier <jongolier@myself.com>
Subject: The Book 1

Hey there, peoples.  I'm back!  It's been a while but I've been inspired to
write again.  This one's pretty raw, I haven't edited it much.  I'm just
putting it out there to gauge response.  IF everyone thinks this story has
merit, please let me know at jongolier@myself.com and I will fix this one
up and write the next installment.

As always, this is a work of fiction and should be interpreted as such.
That being said, some elements are from personal experience, otherwise it
wouldn't be very good storytelling now would it?

This book is copyright 2007 to the nome de guerre Jongolier.  All rights
and responsibilities are retained by the author.  No reuse, copy for sale,
reproduction, or translation of this story is authorized except to
nifty.org and its agents.  No sale of said material may be undertaken
without the express written consent of the author.

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There it was.  At last.  The book I had been looking for ever since my
bother turned thirteen.  And that was six years ago.  I remember him
opening the present from my grandmother, his eyes getting wider and his
mouth dropping into an `o' of surprise as he first read the title and then
saw the picture on the cover.  At the time I had no idea why my mother
grabbed the book from his arms, shoved it into an empty gift bag, and took
it from the room with a sharp, "Mother!" thrown over her shoulder as she
left the room.

It was two more years before I found out the title of that book, and then
only after doing my brother's chores for two days.  Sexual Health for Teens
it was.  Apparently it was beyond my catholic mother's ability to handle
because at that point my brother hadn't seen it since the day of the party.
He did say that it had a picture on the front of a boy and a girl kissing.

Years later and I was sitting in my brother's room, looking at that very
book on his shelf.  It was partially hidden behind an old electronic chess
game but I saw just the first few letters on the left side of the cover and
knew exactly what it was.

Sex
Hea
    f
Tee

It was pretty obvious.  I looked around the room, still feeling guilty
because I was in his room while he was away at college.  It didn't matter
that he had told me it was okay to borrow his stuff while he was gone, as
long as I returned it.  I still felt like I was getting away with
something.  When you're twelve and in your college-age brother's room it's
hard to feel like you should be there.  The whole room just felt different
somehow.

And then there was the book, staring at me from behind that wretchedly old
chess game.  I could feel an odd tingling in my belly as I looked around
again before pulling the book out from behind the chess box.  There was the
cover, fully exposed and in view.  I quickly saw why my mother freaked when
she saw it.  Not only were the boy and girl kissing pretty young, just a
year or two older than me, but they were clearly naked.  They were both
wrapped in some white gauzy stuff, but you could see the girl's butt cheeks
sticking out of one side and the boy's pecker was pretty clearly outlined
in shadow between them.

I must have stared at that picture for ten minutes before I realized two
things.  My own dick was hard as a rock . . . and the door was open.  I
shuffled over to the door in my robe and closed it as quietly as I could.
The babysitter my parent's had hired for the night was pretty good at
hearing doors close, and if she heard the soft click of my brother's door
she would be downstairs in short order to "check on me."  I certainly
didn't want that with my dick pressing out the front of my shorts.  By
twelve I had experienced my share of erections, what young boy hadn't.  But
I certainly didn't want my babysitter seeing me like that.

I climbed up on my brother's bed and spent the next ten minutes just
staring at that beautiful girl's ass.  He butt was round like only the very
young typically have.  The two halves of her butt were perfectly smooth and
they seemed to glow in the sheen of the dust cover.  That right there would
have done me fine a year past.  When I was eleven I once spent a whole
twenty minutes with a movie frozen in a kissing scene, not having any idea
where to go from there.  I had the idea while looking at those two perfect
orbs that the book in my hands could probably give me somewhere to go.

I opened the book and simply devoured it, like only the young can.  I
looked at every picture for five or six seconds, feeling the guilty
pleasure spread through my body at each turn of the page, before flipping
to the next.  The words on the page were lost to me, I just wanted to see
at first.  The book started out just like the fifth-grade health classes,
with simple drawings of naked boys and girls and their privates.  This I
had seen before so I spent little time on these.  And then I saw my first
picture of a fully naked girl, front on.  This book didn't just have the
drawings; it had smiling pictures of nude kids, showing off their parts for
the camera.  I just about fainted from the adrenaline rush when I first saw
that little split between two puffy lips between the legs of a girl my age.
Not a teenager, but my age!

She had sandy blonde hair (I'm still a sucker for sandy blondes) and she
was smiling at the camera without an ounce of shyness.  He body was still
very much a boy's, but she had wonderful curves beginning in her hips and
around her chest.  I flipped the page and was treated to the same girl
again, only this time she had spread her legs and was pulling open her slit
with two fingers.  I had no idea that's what it looked like, but I liked
everything I was seeing.

My shorts were definitely getting too tight by this point.  I put the book
down long enough to climb out of bed and run over to the door to lock it.
It was then that I heard the characteristic creak of the babysitter coming
down the stairs.  I ran back to the bed, hid the book under the pillow, and
hastily tied my robe closed.  I turned around just as she came in.  I
prayed under my breath that she wouldn't notice my boner through the thick
terrycloth of the robe.

"You ready for bed, sweetie?" she asked.  I hated that she called me that,
but she refused to stop.

"I guess so.  Can I sleep in here?"

"I don't know.  This is your brother's room.  He probably wouldn't like
that."

"Uh huh!  He said I could use it when he's gone.  Ask my parents!" I
exclaimed.  Technically he had said nothing about me sleeping in his room,
but I hoped she wouldn't call my bluff.

"Oh, all right.  But if your parent's don't like it we'll have to move you
once they get home.  Deal?"  "Deal," I said, relieved.

She told me goodnight then and walked out.  Oddly enough, she closed the
door again.  I spent the next ten minutes sitting on the bed, anxiously
waiting to hear the Late Show start up on the TV above me.  She always
watched that show and it was a pretty sure sign that she wouldn't be down
to check on my any time soon.

I heard the audience and the starting music and rapidly pulled the book out
of its hiding place.  I whipped it open again to the last page I had seen
and stared again at the little girl holding her privates open for all to
see.  I was so enthralled I swear my toes got numb from sitting absolutely
still for so long.

Once my little dick was good and hard again I got up the guts to turn the
page.  Sitting there smiling at me was a little boy, also my age, as naked
as the day he was born.  Except for the obvious parts, he looked a lot like
the girl.  He lacked the same subtle roundness in his hips and the
protruding softness of his chest, but other than that they could have been
twins.  I could see his hip bones just barely protruding on either side of
his perfect belly button.  Then I looked between his legs.  Instead of
laying there limp like I expected, his dick was hard and pointing straight
up.  I had never seen another boy naked . . . period, but to see one with a
boner was surprisingly exciting for me.  It was then that I decided if they
were naked, I should be too.

After locking the door like I had originally planned I shucked my shorts
and threw the robe over the desk chair.  I often spent time naked, ever
since I had permission to lock my door if I wanted.  I once spent an entire
Saturday naked, only dressing to come to dinner and then back to being
naked the second I returned to my room.  There was something about it that
was exciting, even after 24 hours of nakedness.  I always slept naked,
something my parents had gotten used to, and I often did my homework naked.

Once, not long before I found the book, I had been doing my homework thus
and my mother had walked in without walking.  I barely held a straight face
as she walked in, obviously noticing my state, dropped off my fresh clothes
and walked out without saying a word.  I figured at the time that if she
wasn't going to say anything about it, neither would I.

As I jumped back into my brother's bed I felt that wonderful slide of air
across my now raging boner and I smiled at myself.  I opened the book again
and turned to the next page.  Now the boy had been replaced by a girl of
sixteen or so, similarly naked.  The next page after that was just like
with the little girl, she was holding her privates open for me to see.
While this was exciting, especially with her full breasts pertly perched
between her outstretched arms, it didn't compare with the girl my age.
There was just something about the little girl that made my pecker twitch.
After the teenage girl there was a teenage boy.  He looked much like the
little boy but taller, and with hair everywhere.  I quickly turned past
him, taking a cursory glance at his huge boner before going on.

That's when it got interesting.  Not only did this book have drawings and
pictures of naked kids, it included some twenty photographs of teenagers
actually having sex!  I didn't understand it at the time, but my stomach
was roiling with tension and I could feel a tingly numbness radiating out
from my dick.

It was then that I found the section on masturbation.  They showed several
pictures of kids jacking off and girls actually sticking their fingers
inside themselves!  I almost fainted again.  I had no idea girls did that
stuff!  Then I came to a picture of the same twelve-year-old boy from the
beginning of the book.  This time he was squatting on the floor and
obviously playing with his penis.  I looked at the angelic happiness on his
face and decided to try for myself.

I had tried to jack off a couple times, always without much effort and
definitely no good feelings.  This time, however, the second my hand
touched the pliant skin of my penis I felt an electric shock shoot up from
my balls to my belly, making my butthole clench with the feeling.  I let
out a big sigh, releasing some of my pent up tension, and began to slowly
slide my hand up and down my now raging boner.  After a while it started to
hurt and I tried holding the skin and sliding the skin up and down instead.
Now THAT felt good!  I kept it up as I turned the page with my other hand.

"Oh, wow!" I accidentally exclaimed on seeing the next picture.  There was
the same boy, still holding onto his dick with one hand, and he was shoving
his finger up his butt with the other!  Now, I had been doing this for some
time in the shower, ever since I figured out it was possible, but I had no
idea anyone else did that.  I only did it out of curiosity, mostly, but
this kid was obviously enjoying it.

It was then that I remembered my brother's dice.  He had bought two sets of
round dice some time back, giving one set to me and keeping the other.
These dice were perfectly round with a little weight inside that made them
stop showing one set of numbers or another.  I had pushed marbles up my
butt before, but those dice had been calling me for a while.  I looked
around the room and spotted them on a shelf above the bed.  I pulled them
down, still furiously pumping on my little dick, and put both dice in my
mouth.

They felt kind of rubbery, but slippery enough.  I took one out of my mouth
and pressed it gently against my butthole.  I could feel the crinkly little
muscle and the depression in the middle where I needed it to go.  Once I
was sure I had it right I pushed it in while pushing out with my butt
muscles.  To my surprise the little ball resisted a bit.  I licked my
finger and pressed just the first little bit into my butt, wiggling it
around, before trying again.  After some wiggling and some more attention
to my dick, it started to slide slowly in.

The feeling was electric.  I could feel jolts of excitement run from my
butt up around my dick and into my belly.  It wasn't long before I let my
dick go and used my free hand to pull my legs up to my chest.  I kept
working on the ball until it finally slid past my butt into the inside.  I
grabbed the other ball and started to work it in as well, my dick forgotten
for now.  I got the second ball most of the way in and used my stomach
muscles to push it slowly out.  I did this a few times until I noticed a
new feeling, deep my crotch.  I kept pushing the ball against my finger but
kept it just inside with pressure from my hand.  Back and forth I slid the
balls, almost in then almost out, for what felt like twenty minutes.  My
dick was harder than I ever remembered it getting.  My scrunched up
position had it pointed directly at my bellybutton and with each push of my
belly muscles it would just touch the skin of my stomach.

And then it was too much for my little body.  Both balls popped out as my
very first climax ripped through me.  My eyes began to roll back as wave
after wave of electricity circled my brain, my dick, my butthole, and back
to my brain.  Reflexively I pressed my finger inside myself as far as it
would go, and I could feel the muscles inside clench and release as each
wave of orgasm racked my little body.  It was some time before the pulsing
slowed down and my body began to cramp in its folded-up position.  It was
then that I noticed the watery pool of goo in my bellybutton.

"Oh, wow," I said again before passing out from the pleasure.

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"He's so cute, curled up like that."

"Shhh, you'll wake him.  Yeah, he's cute.  You realize he was in here
jacking off, right?"

"Oh yeah."  A sigh in the dark. "It's almost time to get him started,
wouldn't you say?

"It's not almost.  It is time."

"I love his little butt!  Look, he's already learned to loosen it up.  I
can't wait!"

"Quiet!  You'll wake him, dude!"