D Abby

Loving step-parents

CHAPTER ONE

This all happened when to me when I was thirteen years old. I was a rather shy kid who had trouble making friends. One of the problems was that David Hemmer, that's me, did so well in school that the other kids were put off. They were a little afraid of my brain, I guess, and I didn't know how to communicate well enough to get them over it. As a result, I became sort of a recluse, I would hurry home from school each day and do things on my PC to keep busy.

My mother died when I was five and I just barely remembered her. My father was fairly indulgent and when it came to some things would make sure that I had only the very best. I had a good PC with a lot of software and extra hardware. I even had a modem so I could pick things up from bulletin boards and from other PC users too.

The people that I talked to through the modem didn't know my age, and I kept it a secret. That way they didn't treat me like a kid and talk down to me.

One day someone suggested that I down-load some graphics that he had. He told me they were real good graphics and that I would like them. I was shocked to find they were pictures of men and women doing things to each other. I'd never seen anything like that before, and even with no one around they made me blush.

I understood what I was seeing, even if I didn't know what some of the poses meant. I had an erection before I knew what was happening. I had been getting these erections rather frequently lately, and I knew that I could relieve the sexual tension by masturbating.

When my glands started working and my penis started to grow, Dad bought me books on sex and growing up. They said masturbation was natural, not bad or naughty. I had been masturbating since the previous September and my penis had grown from two inches to four and a half inches when it was hard.

I did get to talk with some of the kids at school so I knew that masturbation was called jerking off. When I saw these pictures, I couldn't help myself, I jerked off. It felt good and since I was sure it caused no damage I had no intention of stopping.

A lot of people I communicated with on the PC had pictures like that, and I became an avid collector of them and copied them into a hidden directory.

I spent a good deal of my time calling up those pictures and jerking off while I looked at them. It was one way of combating loneliness. It was fun too. I sometimes worried that I was jerking off too much, but it felt too good for me to stop doing it so often.

The only close friend I had was Ted. He was about a year older than me and was one grade ahead of me at school. He had the same sort of problems in his class as I did in mine. The kids were afraid of him because he knew more than they did.