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 Nifty

   The following story is a work of complete and utter fiction, meant for
adults.  "Fiction" means that it isn't a true story.  If you are under 18
or under the age of consent where you live stop reading now and do not
download this story.  Even better, stop reading porn.  Go out and play.  Do
something healthy!

   If you have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality, please stop
reading now, do not download this story, and consider getting psychiatric
help.  If you have already consulted a psychiatrist, please take your
medications.

   This work of fiction involves a twelve-year-old boy reading and
masturbating to internet porn.  No sexual contact occurs.  Though the story
was inspired by a reader, THIS PARTICULAR BOY IS A FIGMENT OF THE AUTHOR'S
IMAGINATION AND IS NOT REAL.  Nobody was harmed here.  Nobody could be
harmed, BECAUSE THE CHARACTER ISN'T NOW AND NEVER WAS REAL.

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   Jimmy rushed into the house, anxious to get online.  During the long bus
ride home the seventh grader had overheard two high school boys talking
about a website.  'That,' he thought, sounds mad kul.' He was anxious to
check it out.

   The boy walked into the house and called out in a loud voice as he made
his way to the kitchen.  "I'm home, mom." He could hear her moving around
upstairs as he grabbed a granola bar and ran up to his bedroom.  Jimmy was
what his older brother called an "Oops baby." His mother admitted that he'd
been unplanned, but had quickly added that both she and his father loved
him very much.  He had no doubt that was true, but sometimes felt like he
was an inconvenience.

   Dropping his backpack by the door, he turned on his laptop for
appearances sake.  He knew better than to try to use it to access this
particular website.  When his 'rents had bought it for him they'd activated
the parental controls.  He knew there were ways around the software, but it
was too risky.  His dad periodically checked the computer; he'd notice if
the software was removed or disabled.

   That was okay, though.  His nineteen-year-old brother, his putative
roommate, was off at college with his own laptop.  His side of the room was
like a museum, left untouched except during his increasingly rare visits.
There, forlorn and forgotten on his desk, was the computer he'd used in
high school.  Knowing how overprotective their parents could be, and
wanting his little brother to have the advantages he, himself, had enjoyed,
Cory had given him the password to that antique computer, with strict
instructions not to let his parents know he was using it.  Jimmy understood
why when he found his brother's extensive porn collection.  'I guess that's
what he wanted to share with me,' he thought sadly.  'It's too bad I can't
tell him I like boys.'

   Closing and locking the bedroom door, Jimmy turned on his brother's
computer then changed out of his school clothes while it booted up.  His
mom insisted that he wear long pants and shirts with collars to school. 
Something about making a "good impression." 'As if,' he thought, 'anybody
cares.' Even most of the teachers wore tee-shirts; some even wore shorts.

   The lanky preteen skipped past the Firefox and Chrome browsers, opting
to use the much more private Tor "darknet" browser.  He typed www.nifty.org
and was instantly underwhelmed.  'No pictures,' he thought as he examined
the text interface.  He saw a long list of announcements, none of which was
of particular interest to him.  He noticed, though, that it said there were
235,000 stories by over 10,000 authors.  'Wow!  That's a lot!'

   In the center of the screen he saw buttons labelled [Gay Male],
[Bisexual], [Lesbian], [Transgender], [Authors] and [Search].  Expectantly,
he clicked the first button...  and was faced with another list!

   'What the fuck?  They said this was a hot website!' He clicked the link
for the first category, "Adult Friends," and found himself staring at yet
another list!

   Frustrated, he was on the verge of closing the browser when he noticed
some of the titles.  'Nothing subtle here,' he thought, laughing out loud.
Intrigued, he clicked on one at random and finally found himself reading a
story.

   No time wasted with plot or character development, the story got right
to the point.  He felt his hairless little dick stiffening, but no way
would he risk jacking off with his mother moving about the house.  'The
shock,' he laughed to himself.  'She still calls me her 'little
chatterbox.' The shock might kill her.' Only after he was in bed did he
feel safe taking his pleasure into his own hands.  'More like fingers,' he
thought ruefully.  'I hope that growth spurt comes along soon." He giggled.
"Spurt...  rhymes with squirt; at least I can do that now!'

   He read on, but was quickly dissatisfied.  He tried to picture himself
as either of the characters, but couldn't like he did in some of his
favorite adventure and sports books.  He exited back to the list of files.
'Maybe,' he thought, 'I can find something better.'

   He clicked on one file, then another and another, but was unable to find
anything with which he felt he could connect.  He backed out to the next
level and selected the very last category, "Young Friends." This time he
wasn't surprised when he found himself looking at another long list of
filenames.  He picked one at random.

   This one worked for him.  Though the story was set in another country
and the main character was three years older, he found that he could
identify with him.  He'd known for years that he liked boys, so he could
definitely identify with the fifteen-year-old's "boy watching" on the
beach. He laughed at the author's reference to a "wank bank" of mental
images of cute boys, thinking 'I like that word.' The descriptions were
excellent and Jimmy found himself imagining himself in the place of the
teen hero of the piece.  He stopped when he realized that the boys to which
the teen was attracted were too young for him.  Thinking 'This is a good
story, but not for me,' he clicked back to the file list.

   He clicked on a story set in a middle school.  The very first line
pulled him in.  'Oh yeah,' he thought.  'I can remember the first day in
junior high school gym class.' He was only twelve, so that wasn't long ago.
He grimaced at the frequent grammar errors.  'Mr.  Peters would hate this,'
he thought, picturing his English Composition teacher handing it back with
a big red "D." But he sure could identify with this boy as he maneuvered
through junior high.  He laughed when he got to the description of a the
main character deep-throating another boy's "seven inch rod of steel." His
hand on his own tiny dick, he muttered "Yeah, right." He laughed even
louder when he read that the main character also sported a seven-inch cock,
then decided to move on.  He hoped to be that big "down there" someday, but
couldn't identify with either of these boys right then.  He clicked out of
the story and moved to another.

   Eventually, Jimmy found some plot-driven, character-based stories he
could inhabit.  That had been what he enjoyed about some of his favorite
"Young Adult" books, and he'd hoped to find it here, as well.  Several
authors indicated that they enjoyed hearing from readers, so when he liked
a story he emailed to say so.  He was disappointed that none of them wrote
back.  'I guess,' he thought, 'they're busy.

   One of his emails read "hey!!  i just found and read your three chapters
and wanted to tell you i think they are maxi mad awesome and hope you write
more k?  like i like the sex stuff lots and all but i like how it is
between the two boys too you know?  like that there are feelings and all i
mean.  k...  bye thnx for writing your story!"

   He was shocked when he got a thoughful reply from the author, giving him
an update on the story and thanking him for his feedback.  He wrote back,
and the author wrote back yet again!

   Feeling like he and the author had a connection, he revealed more about
himself, though he remembered what his brother had told him about staying
safe online.  After all, he didn't know anything about this man, except
that he wrote stories about sex with and between kids.  For all he knew,
the guy could be a dangerous predator, like on the TV shows his mother
liked to watch.

   Jimmy and the writer continued their correspondence, the author gladly
accepting Jimmy's feedback on his stories, as well as story ideas.  The man
never asked him for anything inappropriate like pictures, but offered only
friendship.  That was all he ever asked in return.

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