Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2007 03:05:24 -0500 From: The Jongolier 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. --------------------------------------- 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. --- "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!"