Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2022 08:36:29 -0700 From: Spike Meyers Subject: Book & Tommy: 03 - 12 Preamble Author: Spike Meyers Date: 12/26/2021 E-Mail: SpikeMeyers@gmail.com Donate: Please consider donating to this website. Without your donations, Nifty may not be able to keep this site up and running for your reading pleasure. Whatever you can afford will be appreciated. Notice: This story is a work of fiction and contains explicit sexual material. It may also include, incest, sex between a minor(s) and an adult males(s), and sexual fetish. If you are offended by such material, do not read this work of fiction. The character(s) in this work are not based on any known person(s). Book and Tommy Part 03 -- 10 When Book got home, he first cleaned up the kitchen from making breakfast that morning, made the bed, took the Star Trek movie out of the Blue-Ray and put it back in its place, and then showered. After his shower, he got on his laptop and decided to do a little research on pedophilia. He read article after article and even interviews of admitted pedophiles who have been convicted. He also read several articles on the subject from supporters and articles from psychiatrics and other mental health professionals who have "treated" pedophiles. Although he found some of it very disturbing, it was also fascinating in a way. In the end, he was still very confused. He really did not fit into any of the categories he read about. He walked out to the dining room area off the kitchen and just stared into the courtyard. It was so beautiful with all the foliage, trees, flowers, and the architecture of the building. The pool was located smack-dab in the middle of the courtyard. The water was so clear blue and inviting. He turned and walked into the bedroom, dropped his shorts, and grabbed his suit. He was going to enjoy the pool for a while and try to relax a bit. He grabbed a pool towel from the closet and poured himself some home-made iced tea in a large, plastic, spill-proof container and made his way out to the pool. As usual, there was no one around; he had the pool all to himself. He placed his towel on one of the lounge chairs poolside, and his iced tea on the small table next to the chair. He raised his arm to the sky, and stretched before wondering over to the pool steps. He did not know it at the time, but he was being observed. Book stepped down into the pool, relishing the water on his skin. He dunked himself underwater and sat at the bottom of the pool. It may sound strange, but it always had a calming effect on Book. He loved being in water and could swim like a fish. He was very much a home in the water. As he sat at the bottom of the pool, he thought of Tommy. He taught Tommy how to swim in this very pool. Tommy loves the water as much as Book does. Because of him, Tommy loves the water almost as much as Book does. The picture he took in his head that morning of Tommy in bed, spread eagle, and buck naked with a hardon popped onto his view screen in his head. He was so beautiful lying there like an angle. Book's heart filled with love for the boy, and he was suddenly aware that his cock was all-a-tingle too. This time, however, he let himself have these feelings; he let them play out in his head. He decided to take his own advice; the same advice he suggested to Tommy the previous day. Take these feeling or thoughts, whatever they are, and think about them using simple logic. He suddenly felt a sense of panic overtake him. He opened his eyes and realized he's out of air. Surface and breathe you dump shit, he said to himself. The pool is only 6 feet deep, all he had to do is stand up. He could hear Tommy in his head saying, "Duh dad! Just stand up. Talk about simple logic" he thought to himself. He uncrossed his legs and stood up. He immediately took a deep breath of air. "Book, for fuck's sake, you scared the piss out of me!" Book looked over to see Graham standing by the poolside. "Oh, Graham. Hey guy" Book said. "Don't you hey guy me you gorgeous fuck! You nearly gave this old queen a bloody coronary! What were you doing sitting on the bottom of the pool like that? I saw you go down and then you didn't come back up. You were down there a flipping long time; I'll tell you that! You really scared me Book! What the flaming fuck got into you?" Book could tell that Graham was really upset. He'd never seen him like this before. He's always so calm, mannerly, well spoken, and gracious. The typical Englishman if you will. "I'm sorry Graham. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just clearing my head; that's all. "Clearing your head! Graham repeated. "At the bottom of the bloody pool?" he questioned. "I know it's strange Graham, but that's what I was doing. I was just clearing my head. I usually do it at night when no one is around or everyone is asleep." "Book, Graham said. You are one gorgeous, sexy hunk of man; but, you're weird love." Graham laughed. Book had to admit, he is weird and starting laughing right along with Graham. "I had better sit down or I think I just might fall in the pool myself." Graham moaned and groaned as he sat down on the pool's coping, handling his legs in the water. "OK Book, no more nonsense, this is about Tommy, isn't it?" Graham asked. Book nearly fainted hearing Graham's question. "Graham, how the hell do you know that?" he said shockingly, but almost at a whisper's volume. "Book, honey, I have been around a looooong time. I have seen a lot of things, and I have done a whole lot of things. I just put 2 and 2 together." Book's jaw dropped; he just could not fathom how Graham knew." "Book, come on. As I said this morning at your front patio, I know you Book. I may not "know" you, but I know you. When you and Tommy came over for dinner yesterday. I observed you and the boy together. It is so obvious how much you two boys love each other Book. I saw how Tommy looks at you. Trust me Book, when it comes to you, he doesn't miss a thing. He is totally enthralled with you; he idolizes you. Having known Tommy this long, and seeing him with you as I did last night, it's bloody obvious; at least to me it is. In my opinion Book, you are an outstanding dad. You're his dad, not biologically, but who cares. You are his dad. You would do anything, no-holds-barred, for that boy, and that includes your very life. So, tell me, no bullshit, what's the problem, Book? Is it a sex thing?" Book's heart skipped a beat. He could not believe what he was hearing. How could he have possibly figured it out. I don't get it, Book said to himself. "Come on" Graham repeated. "It's a sex thing, isn't it? Are you and Tommy having sex, Book?" Book was just about ready to plotz. He just couldn't believe he was hearing Graham correctly. "Wh, What?" Book stammered. "For fuck sake's Graham, No! We are not having sex for Christ sakes." Graham nodded his head in understanding. "I see. You're not having sex, but you're thinking about it; you want to. Is that what the problem is?" Book let out a very audible gasp. "Fuck me, Graham! How could you say such a thing, and about my Tommy. You said it yourself, he's like my son. Fuck! Graham, really?" Graham started to move his legs back and forth thru the water. "Ok, then. Now that we have confirmed that you two are sexually interested in each other. Let's get down to the problem at hand." Book slammed his hand down against the water splashing Graham. "Fuck Graham! Did you not hear what I just said? Have you suddenly gone fucking deaf or something?" Book said angrily. "Look, Book. Understand this; I am not judging this situation. I am not judging you, I am not judging Tommy, nor am I judging the relationship that you have with Tommy. In fact, just the opposite, I am trying to support you Book. I know how difficult this is; I know because I lived it. I went through the same thing when I lived in London during the war. Book, in my opinion, and my personal experience, this is a very natural and loving transition for both you and Tommy. Just let it happen Book. Don't judge it, don't judge yourself, don't feel that it's an evil thing because society says it is. It's not Book. It's a beautiful thing. Get the fuck out of your head, stop analyzing it to the umpth degree, and let the pants fall where they may, so to speak. Just let it happen Book. Don't fight it. You are not taking advantage of a young boy, nor are you abusing him. Tommy is transitioning into manhood. Be there for him, support him, guide him, love him. Who could possibly be better to do that for him than you? You are always going to have his best interest in mind. There is no question in my mind that you will always do what's best for Tommy. So, stop beating yourself up about this; knock it the fuck off." Book cupped his face in his hands and started to cry. * * * * * * * * * * * "Hey Book" Kinsey said. "I'm sorry I missed your call earlier. Where were you when you called there was so much background noise it was difficult to hear your voicemail clearly?" "Sorry Kins, I was at the coffee house when I called you, they had the entire front glass wall opened up because it was so beautiful outside today; it was just perfect. I had just dropped our boy off at school and decided to stop for a coffee on the way home." "So, how is it going out there, Book? Is everything OK? You mentioned that you had to discuss something important with me. What's going on?" "Well, the first thing I need to talk to you about is my relationship with Tommy. When I picked him up from school the day you left, I could tell that something was bothering him. So, we talked for a bit and I finally found out what the trouble was. I won't go into detail Kins because that is between me and Tommy, but the short story is this; he thinks of me as his dad and asked me if he can call me dad. I told him that I would have to talk to you first to see how you feel about it. I know we don't have a lot of time right now to discuss this in detail because I have to pick him up from school soon, but I at least wanted you to have some time to think about it. You know how much I adore him, and I'm sure that you already know that I already think of Tommy as my son. As for the second issue, we need more time to talk about that too, but rest assured that Tommy and I are both great, he is happy, I am happy, and I have everything under control. There are no problems Kins; we are good. We just need to talk about this but there is no urgency. It can wait until you get home. I hope you're not freaked out Kins." "No worries Book. I totally trust you; you know that. So, let's take the dad thing and talk about that right now. Easy call; I am totally fine with Tommy calling you dad. It's not something that I have to think about. You have been his dad Book from the second he came into this world. You deserve to be called dad. Perhaps, I have not said this before, but I too, think of you as Tommy's dad. I will also tell you Book, you are a fucking, awesome dad!" "Really Kins, you think so; you're not mad? "Why would I be mad Book? You are a great dad. If you weren't such a big fag, I would have married you years ago. Tommy couldn't have a better dad than you, Book; seriously." "It makes me so happy to think of Tommy as my son; I love it when he calls me dad." "How long has he been calling you dad?" Kinsey asked. "Not long, just from the day you left when I picked him up at school." "Right, Issue number one is sorted then. Now, for issue number two, you can't leave me hanging here; at least tell me what issue number two is about. This is going to eat me up inside if you don't spill it right now." "Yeah, I get it Kins. Issue number two is, Tommy has started puberty. His body hasn't started changing physically just yet, but mentally, he is already there; balls to the wall, full steam ahead. After he started calling me dad, something in him changed; the damn broke and the flood waters rushed in. He has totally opened-up to me, and we have talked a little bit; sometimes I kind of have to pull things out of him, but eventually, I can get it out of him. I must admit, I was not ready for this quite yet. Non-the-less, it's here. It has arrived; full-steam. Kins, it appears that he knows a lot about sexuality. He knows about shit, Kins. Shit that he should not know about until he's at least 30. I didn't know about some of the shit that he knows about until I was in my late teens for fuck sakes. I was completely taken by surprise; I was shocked Kins. I was freaking out inside." Kinsey was silent for a few seconds, and then she said, "Me too, Book; I know. I know that he has been doing research for a while now." "That's what he called it; research" Book added. "I have known for a while" Kinsey said. Book's jaw dropped. "You know? How did you know Kins? Book asked surprised. "Come on Book, we're both computer geeks. You know when you delete something It's not really deleted. As his mom, I want to know what he's doing online. It's my, or, our jobs, to protect him to best of our ability. I simply recovered the cache. I know what topics he has been reading about. He was pretty, thorough really. I just didn't know what or how to deal with it. I was hoping you could help; considering some of the stuff he was reading. I guess I was hoping that we had more time." "Wow, Kins. I'm really shocked you didn't tell me; you tell me everything for crying out loud. You do realize that Tommy is most-likely gay." "Yeah, Book. I know. That's why I think you should be the primary here. I know that's a lot of responsibility, and I'm sorry. How do you feel about that? Are you OK with it?" Book did not hesitate, it's not something that he had to think about. "Yeah, Kins, I'm OK with it. I agree with you whole-heartedly. I also think, based on my conversations with Tommy, and what I have gleaned from them, it will be easier for him too. So, yeah, absolutely, I'm OK with it." "Good. Thanks, Book. That makes me feel so much better. For the last couple of years, Tommy has become very private with me, for the lack of a better term at-the-moment. He doesn't really let me be his mom in some ways. He insists on bathing himself. I can't help him get dressed. I haven't seen him naked in I don't know how long now. When it comes to his body, he is a very private boy; at least with me he is. About 6 months ago, I walked in on him when he was in the shower; it was just about a Chernobyl event, he had a melt-down. I don't know if he was masturbating or if he was just embarrassed; I don't know. So, after that happened, I have given him his personal space." "Kins, I think most of that is because he's a growing boy. It's just a gender thing for him, I think. Try not to let that kind of stuff hurt your feelings. Think about it, would you want your father walking in on you when you're in the shower. Perhaps it would feel different if it was your mom who walked in, right?" "I understand, Book. I hear what you're saying. It's just a little hard to deal with the fact that your babies grow up. In my head, he's still my little boy." "Yeah, I totally get that. I think that is probably the main reason why I was so shocked and unprepared; all of a sudden this hit the surface, big-time. In our heads, he's just a little boy. I'm sorry, Kins, I have to go; I need to pick him up. Before I go, I just want to be perfectly clear Kins, under the current circumstances, we both feel that it is better for Tommy, that I deal with this issue here; correct? That's what we are collectively deciding to do, right?" "Yes, Book; you're the man, you're the primary, he's your son. I totally believe it's best for Tommy. Just keep me in the loop as much as you can. I don't need details, just a summary. Do what you think is best, Book. This repair is running a little longer than I thought; I hope to be home Wednesday or Thursday next week. If you need to call me, call me, but, until I hear from you, I'm going to take the back seat here, and let you do all of the driving." "OK, Kins. No worries; I'll handle everything and keep you posted. "Love you, Kins. I'll talk to you soon." * * * * * * * * * * * Book was waiting for Tommy to get out of school in what is now, the "usual" pick-up spot. He was a bit early, so, as he waited on the side of the school entrance steps, he reviewed in his mind, the overwhelming conversation he had with Graham in the pool earlier, the conversation he had with Kinsey on the phone that went so well; better than expected, really. He felt a little less apprehensive about the sexual energy between he and Tommy. It was still difficult; this is such foreign territory for him. It's something so bazaar, and so incredibly unexpected. Something he would never expect in his wildest dreams. He kept remembering what Graham said. "Let it just happen. It's a natural progression of your relationship with Tommy. Guide him. Support him. In Grahams words, let the pants fall where they may." Book did not interpret that phrase literally. Graham simply meant to let the natural progression of their relationship happen the way it is meant to happen. Don't muck up the waters. Whatever happens, just let it happen; don't fight it so hard. Graham, right then and there, decided he would do his best to let nature take its course; whatever happens, happens. He decided he was not going to continue to beat himself up about anymore. Graham is correct, he can understand and accept that now. Book looked up when he heard Tommy's voice. "Dad!" Tommy yelled. Book looked over to see Tommy running down the steps towards him. He prepared himself for the impact as Tommy excitedly thru himself into Book, and wrapped his arms around him. "Jeez, Bud!" Book said, "you're going to knock the wind right out of my sails. I'm happy to see you too, Buddy. Are you ready to go home?" "Yeah, dad. I'm ready" Tommy responded. He released his embrace on Book, turned, grabbed Book's hand, and started their short walk to the car. They walked in silence until they left the school premises. "So, how was school today, Bud?" Book asked Tommy. "It was OK, nothing special happened." "So, just a normal day then" Book said. "Yeah, same-old, same-old; you know how it is, dad. When I got a hardon, it was no big deal, I was able to hide it." Tommy said rather matter-of-factly. "See, didn't I tell you it wasn't going to be a problem." Book said. "Yeah, I guess I just had to experience it." Tommy said. Book squeezed Tommy's hand just a little tighter as a big smile spread across his face. He really loves the fact that Tommy is so open and honest with him. "Well, from what you have said to me in the past, that's not the first time you got a hardon in school, right?" Book asked. "Oh, gosh no. But now, I can figure out why it happens." Book stopped walking, and Tommy looked up into his eyes. "So, how did you figure it out, Bud?" Book asked the boy. "Easy, dad. Simple logic." Tommy responded. "That's my boy!" Book said proudly. "I'm so proud of you." Book pulled into his parking space and turned off the engine. "Home again, home again" Book said. Tommy finished the phrase by saying, "jiggidy-jig." Book looked over at Tommy and said, "Hey, Bud, I have some news for you; I had a conversation with your mom today, just before I picked you up at school. Guess what?" Book said. Tommy was fussing with his backpack sitting on the floorboard of the car between his legs. "What dad?" he asked. "Mom loves the idea of you calling me dad." Tommy stopped fussing with the pack and looked over at Book, his eyes were as big as saucers and he had the biggest smile on his face. He leaned over the car console and gave Book a hug. "So, from now on, you can call be dad if you want." Book said. "What do you mean if I want? I may not have your DNA, but you're my dad; of course, I'm going to call you dad." Tommy said, his face nuzzled into Book's neck. As they entered the courtyard, they ran into Graham on his way to the recycle bin. "Gentlemen, how are you two handsome men this fine afternoon? Tommy, I swear you get more handsome every day; if I were sixty years younger, and you were 10 years older, I ask you to marry me." Tommy started to giggle. "Hey bud, why don't you go on in the house. Here's the key. I want to talk to Graham for a second. OK, Bud?" "Yeah, dad; no problem." Tommy, took the keys from Book. "See ya later Graham" he said as he made his way through the courtyard. Graham looked at Book, cocked an eyebrow, and smiled. "Dad, now, is it?" Graham said. I am glad to see that you have made progress. "What's up sexy. You said you wanted to talk." Graham asked. As they made their way to the bins, Book said, "I wanted to thank you Graham; for earlier I mean. Our conversation in the pool. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. It has helped me more than you can imagine. I want you to know how much I appreciate it." Graham stopped, and turned to Book. "You are very welcome, baby. I don't have to imagine Book. I lived it; I went through the same thing. I found the strength to put it in perspective, and, ultimately accept it. It was that or jump from the top of by apartment building in London. I'm glad that I was able to help Book." "What happened Graham?" Book asked. "It was during the war. There was a family that lived across the hall from me two doors down. There was this boy; his name was Michael. At the time, he was just a year older than Tommy is right now. I knew the entire family; we even went on holiday together. Michael and I, we had this connection between us, this kind of bond. I can't really explain it; it was just magic. I fell in love with him, and he, me. It was wonderful. That bloody war brought it all to an end. Yet today, I often think of him. But I like to think about the good times Michael and I had together." Book had tears in his eyes. His heart hurt so for Graham. He couldn't imagine how painful it would be to lose Tommy; he would die. "I'm so sorry Graham." Book said. "I am at a loss for words. How did you through such a horrible thing?" Graham looked at Book, tears in his eyes, and said, "Honestly, I don't know. It was such a horrific time; so much pain and death. But obviously I got through it, because I'm here. By the grace of God as the expression goes." Book took Graham in his arms and gave him a loving hug. Graham accepted the hug like water to a sponge. After several seconds, Graham extracted himself from Book's embrace. "OK" Graham said, "we have to stop or I'm going to become a blubbering idiot. I refuse to be seen in public in that condition. I am English you know; I won't have it." Book stepped back and they started their short walk back to the courtyard. As they reached Graham's unit, Book said, "I shall see you later my good friend" and continued down the walkway to his unit. As he walked into the house, Tommy was nowhere to be seen, so he called out to him. "Tommy, where are you, Bud?" Book called. "In here dad" he heard Tommy yell from the bedroom. As he made his way across the floor to the bedroom, he said, "what are you doing handsome boy?" As he walked into the bedroom, he saw Tommy, buck-naked, lying-in bed, legs fully extended but crossed, reading a paperback. Tommy looked over at him as he entered the room. Tommy held up the book he was reading and said, "Mom would say, I'll give you three guesses, but the first two don't count" and smiled. "Smarty pants aren't you" Book said. He jumped on the bed next to Tommy. "I see you're not a smarty pants after all since you're not wearing any pants. What are you reading?" Book asked. "Cussler's, Titanic" he answered. Clive Cussler is one of Tommy's favorite authors. "You go back to your book. I'm just going to lay here for a bit." Tommy went back to his novel, and Book rested his head on Tommy's belly, just above the pubic bone. Book had a perfect, up-close view of Tommy's boy cock. He took a couple of seconds, and really studied Tommy's member. The skin on his cock so silky-like. The little, pink, mushroom head. He watched as it would very slowly extend, ever so slightly, just to retract again. He took a metal picture of it in his head. It was so, so beautiful he thought to himself. He fought the urge to extend his tongue and give it a little lick. He felt his cock start to chub up so he rotated his pelvis slightly in-an-attempt to hide his growing bulge. After about two minutes, he saw Tommy's cock begin to grow. "Hey dad" Tommy said. I can feel you breathing on my pecker; it's making it hard." Tommy uncrossed his legs. "What's it feel like?" Book asked. "Warm; I like it. Do it again dad." Book started to blow air over Tommy's growing hardon. "Like that?" Book asked. "Yeah, like that; keep doing it dad." Tommy requested. Book reached up and grabbed Tommy's hardon at the base of the shaft and pointed it at his mouth. "How's this?" Book asked Tommy as he started to blow softly over the head of the boy's dick. Book felt Tommy starting to push his pelvis up a little. He didn't know if this was a conscious maneuver on Tommy's part, or if it was just an instinctual thing. Book started to softly rub his middle finger over Tommy's balls as he continued to blow softly. He heard a soft moan emanating from the book behind his head. The knob on Tommy's cock expanded; it was not light pink anymore; it was more on the red side. "Do you like that son?" Book asked. "It tickles, but it feels good dad." Tommy spread his legs wider. Book had his thumb at the base of Tommy's cock with a light forward pressure to point it straight up towards the ceiling. He used his fingers to massage the boy's balls and taint, ever so softly. Tommy spread his legs as far as he could. "Do you want me to stop Tommy? We have never done this before. I'll stop if you want me to." Book asked. "No dad. Don't stop, please don't stop. I want to. I like it. It feels so good." Book positioned himself so that he was laying on his belly between Tommy's legs. He wrapped his arms under, and behind Tommy's upper thighs, and held onto the boy's hips. He lifted the boy's hips to his mount, and ran his tongue from the boy's taint, up to the head of his cock. Tommy gasped audibly and dropped his book; more aptly, cast it to the side, and grabbed a handful of comforter in each fist. He started to pant as if he could not catch his breath. Book, encouraged by the boy's reaction, began to lick the boy's balls, taint, thighs, and the creases of his legs next to his ball sack. Tommy had a firm grip of the comforter in each hand. It was as if he was holding onto it for stability. He was moaning profusely, and his head was thrashing side-to-side. Instinctively, Tommy bent his legs, his feet, flat on the bed and lifted his pelvis further up. Book grabbed the boy's ass in the palm of his hands, and stuck his tongue between the boy's ass cheeks. He ran his tongue across the boy's rosebud several times, before he started his entry into the little, stary, pink, boy-hole. Tommy almost screamed in pleasure. The boy's asshole was so tight, Book struggled to get his tongue inside. He persevered until he accomplished his mission. He was in. He wiggled his tongue about as best he could. Tommy's hole had a firm grip on his tongue; it was not easy. He worked on Tommy until he felt the boy's pucker relax and open-up a little more. He slowly entered and exited the boy's hole repeatedly until it became and easy in and out. After Tommy loosened up, he would do full circles from the boy's hole, up, around, over, and back down the full package, winding right back at the boy's hole again. Absolutely nothing was left out. He gave Tommy one last round-trip before lowering him back down on the bed. He took Tommy's rock-hard dick into his mouth to give it his full attention. Tommy released the comforter and grabbed Book by the head and trust his pelvis upward tighter into Book's face. It was not long until Book felt the boy's body go stiff and a low growl start to emanate from deep within Tommy. It grew into a full-blown bellow. Book could feel Tommy's body twitching and the shudder of orgasm flowing through the boy's body. After Book felt the shudder stop, he held Tommy's cock in his mouth and did not move. Tommy's hands released Book's head, falling to the bed below. He was breathing heavily, panting really, as if he had just run a mile in 15 seconds. Book slowly released Tommy's cock. It was still hard and throbbing up and down with each heartbeat. Book, slowly and gingerly, started to kiss the boy lightly and tenderly, over his belly and pubic area, before he crawled up the bed to lay next to Tommy. He stoked Tommy's hair, and caressed his body until the boy's breathing started to return to normal. Tommy slowly turned his head to face his dad, and opened his eyes. Book was looking down upon the boy's angelic face with such love in his eyes. Tommy smiled. "You OK Bud?" Book asked. Tommy shook his head yes and smiled widely. "Dad, you gave me my first blowjob! I had an orgasm too!" he said happily. Book continued to gingerly caress the boy's body including his cock and balls. "Did you like it Buddy? Did it feel good? Did Daddy make you feel good?" Book asked. Tommy enthusiastically shook his head yes. "It was wonderful Dad! It felt so good! Can we do it again Dad? Please." Book smiled down at Tommy, "Yes little man, we can do it again. I'm glad you liked it because I loved doing it. Hey Bud, can I ask you something?" Tommy shook his head yes. "Do you know what masturbation means?" "Of course, dad; why?" Tommy asked. "Do you masturbate? Book asked. "Yeah, sometimes. I never had an orgasm before though. I like playing with my pecker but I don't do it a lot; just sometimes. Do you masturbate Dad?" "Sure, of course. Most guys masturbate. I like jerking off. I have been jerking off since I was your age, maybe even younger than you. I think I was 9 when I started playing with myself and learned to jerk off. The first time I had an orgasm it really scared me. I did not know what happened. You see, when I was a little boy, I did not have the internet. I couldn't do research like you did. "Can we do that too dad; you and me? Can I watch you masturbate sometime?" Tommy asked. "Sure, you can watch me if you want. I'd like that, maybe you can help me. I'll tell you what, I need to get dinner started; we can talk some more after dinner. How does that sound?" "Sounds good, dad; I am a little hungry." Book brushed Tommy's hair back and said to himself, "Of course you are little man. You just had your first mind-blowing orgasm. Of course, you're hungry." * * * * * * * * * * *