Boy-writer

President's Kid

PRESIDENT'S EYES ONLY
NSA INTERCEPT 6072/504 – DECRYPTED

[Handwritten note:] Mr. President, we have intercepted the following emails sent and received by your son. Further action at your option.

General Louis K. Fieldknecht, USA
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Email from: [email protected]
To: [email protected]

Tommy,

I'm so glad I found you. It is impossible to find anyone to talk to. Let me know if you can read this. I can't risk getting on IRC again since they watch what I write (I think). If you can read this then it will be OK since I don't think they can uncrypt my PGP code. If you answer also use PGP and make it the max since they will watch.

Gerry

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Ok, I did like you said. This is supposed to be PGP. Let me know if it worked. -- tommy

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Tommy!

It worked fine!!! Yeah, now we can send emails without people reading it!

God, it is hell living here! Everybody is all worried about security. Look at my email address. You would think I'm at Georgetown University, right? No way! I'm at the White House, but they give me that address to disguse it! What a pile of shit!!!

Gerry

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You're at the White House? Cool!!!!! How did you get in there, man? You must be the super hacker of all time!!! -- tommy

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Tommy, no, I'm really IN the White House. I LIVE here. I'm Gerry Falmouth, the president's kid. REALLY!!!! You have to believe me!! I can't talk to anybody!!!! HELP!!!!!!!

Gerry

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You're really Gerry Falmouth? The kid who picked up the flowers and threw them at the reporters? THAT Gerry Falmouth? I don't believe it. -- tommy

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Yes, I'm him, but I was only 8 then. I was mad at them because they kept getting in our way, and the flowers were the only thing to throw.

Gerry

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Cool! You're really the president's kid? It must be great! You get whatever you want, right? All those Secret Service agents taking care of you! Damn, I wish!! -- tommy

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NO, YOU DON'T WISH!!! THIS IS HELL!!! I am stuck in here and I can't go anywhere, and even if I just go out of my room the SS follows me every place! I can't go outside or even open the windows!! I got to escape!!!

Gerry

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Whoa! You can't go anywhere? That's bad, dude. Why don't you tell your dad, man? Maybe he could, like, buy you Wyoming or something. -- tommy

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Buy me Wyoming??!!! What, you think this is a joke? That's cold.

Gerry

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Well, I guess I kind of wonder whether you're really Gerry Falmouth. You could just be some 40-year-old pervert. I mean, your email address should be whitehouse.gov if you were really at the White House. -- tommy

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whitehouse.gov is only for the public to write in about politics and stuff, like [email protected] is my dad and [email protected] is Mr. Andrews. I think they have an email address like that for me too, [email protected] or [email protected] or something like that. I never get to read the email that goes to that address, though. They read all that in the correspondence office and send out form replies. Dad doesn't get his whitehouse.gov emails either.

We all have secret email addresses for stuff we really get and not .gov domain to keep it secret better. I guess since I'm a kid they thought mine should be .edu. Dad's real email address is .com and looks like he works for some defense contractor in Virginia. I told you they were all paranoid about security here. When they take me in a car, it has regular D.C. plates rather than government plates to hide it better.

If you tell me your dad's Social Security number, I can prove to you that I'm for real. I can look up your dad in Big Brother (the big computer that Clinton put in) and tell you all about him, like his tax return and whether the FBI has a file on him. Anything the government knows. Big Brother is connected to all the other government computers and some in other countries like Britain and Canada. I'm not supposed to use it but I know how to anyway.

Besides, just because I'm only 12 doesn't mean I'm not a pervert!!! :-)

Gerry

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OK, my dad's Social Security number is 541-34-6773. At first he didn't want to tell me but I said it was for a form at school. My Social Security number is 628-63-8905. See if the FBI has a file on me too. -- tommy

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All right. Give me a few days. I have to escape from my prison guards and get to the Big Brother terminal.

Gerry

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OK. -- tommy

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Gerry here again. I 'accidentally' spilled something on myself while the Prime Minister of India was here and went to the restroom to wash it off. Then it was easy to get lost in the crowd, which is the nice thing about being only 4'4" [1.30 m] tall, though I mostly hate being so small. Anyway, I managed to lose the SS and get to a Big Brother terminal. Margaret Chavez (she's assistant communications director or something) always leaves her office unlocked so I used hers. I don't usually go to state dinners, but I asked dad if I could go to this one since I knew it would be easy to escape from there.

Nobody has a file on you except for Social Security. That's because you're a kid. Your full name is Thomas Carl Porter, and you were born on November 22, 1989. Wait, I thought you said on IRC that you were only 14. Oh, I guess that's right since it's April. You were born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Your parents are Marie Susan Albertson Porter and Joseph Martin Porter. When you were born your mom was 27 and your dad was 30.

Your dad was born in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan on June 4, 1959. The INS computer says he came to the U.S. with his parents, Jessica Thessalina and Carl Harvey Porter, on August 10, 1963. Your dad is a college professor at the University of Southern Illinois, and your mom is a school teacher. Your dad makes $65,443 a year and your mom makes $35,400 a year. The FBI computer says your dad has been arrested once for posession of marijuana on October 14, 1977. The charges were dropped. You and your parents live in Cairo, Illinois.

I ran into a marine guard on the way back from Ms. Chavez' office but he was cool and let me go. The SS were pissed off because I escaped them but I don't think anybody else noticed I was gone.

Gerry

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Wow, I guess you are for real. It's kind of creepy that the government knows all that about you.

I laughed about your 'escape' with my friend John. We both think you are a really cool kid to do that.

What is the White House like? Do you have a nice room? -- tommy

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You told people about me??!!! God, tell me you didn't! I would be in SO much trouble if dad knew I told people on the Internet who I was. I'm not even supposed to be on IRC at all. They would probably take my computer away and then I wouldn't be able to talk to anybody at all. Please,

*please*, PLEASE don't tell anybody else!! Especially with dad up for reelection, he would absolutely hate me if I screwed it up for him.

Hehe. I guess I've gotten pretty good at escaping from the SS, but they are getting better at catching me too, so it balances out. The marine guards are mostly cool. When I was little I started saluting them all the time which I still do, so they basically think I'm cute and let me do what I want.

The Secret Service, which 'SS' I think is fitting for them, are a different story. Jaime (he's the chief of my detail) hates me and won't let them let me do anything. Except one thing he likes to do but I don't want to tell you that yet!

The White House is like this huge building, and there are other buildings attached to it by tunnels, the Old and New Executive Office buildings and the Treasury Department. It is mostly offices and we only get to live in a small part of it up on the third floor. All the windows are bulletproof glass and unopenable and there are guards everywhere.

My room is just a normal kid's room, except I have my own bathroom. The wallpaper is pictures of trains (kind of babyish) and there is blue carpet. I have some posters on the walls, pictures of planets and sports players. There is a model of a B-29 hanging from the ceiling which a marine gave me and I put together one time when I was sick. Kind of boring, huh?

Gerry

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I only told John about you and he promised to keep it secret, so don't worry. We won't tell anybody else.

Don't worry, you won't mess up your dad's reelection. You are America's darling, everybody loves you. :-) (If Jaime hates you, he must be the only one.) Everybody feels sorry for you since your mom died and you're sick all the time. Oh, sorry about bringing that up, about your mom.

You are also very cute, you know. John found a picture of you in Life magazine, not the one with you throwing the flowers, another one. It was about a year old, so I guess you were 11 then. I don't follow the news much, so I didn't know what you looked like till he showed me.

John said to tell you he thinks you're cute too. He's sitting here with me.

It is too bad you can't open the windows or go outside. But you go to school, right?

Your room sounds nice. I wish I had my own bathroom. My sister is in there all the time!

John says I shouldn't tell you this, but my parents think your dad is a Nazi. They are really left-wing Democrats. They belong to the ACLU, and if they knew about this Big Brother computer, they would probably go to Washington and burn the place down. I guess I'm a Democrat too, but I don't care about politics much. My parents are pretty cool, though. You would probably like them. Oh, John said his dad probably voted for your dad. He (John's dad) listens to Rush Limbaugh.

Stay cool. -- tommy

P.S.: We're both curious about Jaime, but it's fine if you don't want to talk about it.

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OK, I guess it's all right about John. Is he your best friend or something?

It's all right if your parents didn't vote for my dad. I don't care about politics, but I can talk about it since dad talks about it a lot. I don't get to see him very often. He is already at work when I get up for school, and I'm usually asleep when he gets back. We have breakfast or dinner together about three times a week, that's it, except when we go to Camp David. I love him, though, and hope he wins again, though it would be better for me if he lost. He is a lot more important than me.

Well, I don't know about being 'America's darling.' Sure nobody treats me like that around here! Most people don't, anyway. It's nice you said I was cute, though.

It's okay about my mom. I was very sad when she died, but that was 3 years ago now, and I'm mostly over it. I still remember her.

Yes, I go to school (except when I'm sick). It is the same private school that Chelsea Clinton went to. The public schools are really bad in Washington. Amy Carter went to them, and they say she really turned out like shit. I never met her, though. Most of the teachers are Democrats and don't really like my dad, though they are nice to me.

The kids mostly stay away. Jaime and Tony never leave me alone, for fear I'll escape, which I did a couple times, and kids don't like grown-ups hanging around all the time. I used to play sports back when dad was in the Senate. I didn't get sick so much then. Now I can't play on any teams since I get sick and miss practices. Probably I couldn't be on any teams anyway since I'm so small. It's like I'm not growing any, or very little. So I don't really have any friends, though I'm allowed to have kids visit me. I can't go to their houses, though.

So you see why I have to get out of here. My dad doesn't really want me around, and I can't do anything. I want to run away and go somewhere. I guess because of my dad it would have to be out of the U.S., like North Korea or someplace.

You want to know about Jaime. Well, first of all he's black, though from his name you would think he's Mexican or something. Maybe he's Cuban; there are supposed to be black Cubans. Whatever. He doesn't really hate me, it's more like he's overprotective. He also doesn't trust me at all and watches me like a hawk. He's about 6'6" [1.95 m] and very strong-built. He doesn't talk much, at least to me, though I guess he talks to the other SS agents since he's their boss. There is a long story between me and him, but that's for another time.

Gerry

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Yeah, John and I are best friends, or something. :-) John is laughing now.

Why do you say your dad is more important than you? Sure, he has an important job, but that doesn't mean he's more important as a person. You should not think you're unimportant.

The public schools in Cairo are very good. John is laughing again. He says I just say that because my mom's a teacher. Well, she is, and the schools are still good. He's shaking his head. I told him if he thinks different, then he should write, but he won't.

That is too bad about the kids in your school. Well, John and I will be your friends. :-) So you just go to school and come home and that's it? What do you do for fun?

Why do you get sick all the time? John says that's a stupid question. How would you know, he says. Do you have AIDS or something?

I think running away is a bad idea. John doesn't think it's so bad, but his parents aren't as cool as mine. Where would you go? Do you have, like, an uncle in Mexico or something? 12 is too young to be on your own.

One thing me and John are dying to ask: are you gay? Or just curious? We ask because you were in the #boysroom channel on IRC, and that is mostly gay teens. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. John and I are lovers and have been for about the last year and a half. My parents know and they're cool with it, but I don't think John has told his yet. Oh, he said he told his mother but she didn't believe him. We're not trying to pick you up or anything. (Shut up, John! You don't want to know what he just said! He has a real garbage mouth sometimes.) We're not 'out' at school yet, though. This is Cairo, Illinois, after all.

We would like to hear the story about you and Jaime.

Well, take care. -- tommy & john

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Well, dad IS more important than me, after all, he's the President. But I understand what you're saying. I just get depressed sometimes.

Thanks for saying you would be my friends. I already thought of you that way.

Yeah, I mostly just go to school and come home. It is not that bad, since the White House has a pool and a bowling alley and a gym. I don't use the gym much since it is mostly exercise machines that I'm not allowed to use. They put a basketball hoop in there for me, but it's not much fun since it's so low to the ground and you really can't miss. The bowling alley is better and I do that sometimes, but mostly there is nobody to play against.

Sometimes Erica from my detail bowls with me, or Julia.

Mostly I swim in the pool. That is the only sport I can really do now, though I used to do baseball and soccer before dad got elected. I know all the strokes (breaststroke, sidestroke, etc.) and can dive really well too. I can do a backward somersault off the diving board. Of course, it is just a low one. I can swim 3 lengths of the pool underwater. Sometimes, I imagine I'm in the Olympics. :-)

As for why I get sick, I don't know, and the doctors don't either. It's like, if there's a flu bug going around, I'll get it and almost die of it. Doesn't matter what it is. If it's a cold, it will make me sick for a week with 103 [39½°] temperature. No, I don't have AIDS. I guess with AIDS it would be the same as me, but they tested me for that and I don't have it. They thought I had cancer for a while too, but I didn't. So nobody knows. But being sick all the time is probably the reason why I don't grow. Whenever I get sick I lose weight, so I never get any bigger.

All I can say about running away is that I've been thinking about it for a long time, and maybe you would too if you had to live like this. I think I could manage to get out of the White House, but you're right, I don't have anywhere to go. I just wish I could, though. You're also right that 12 is too young to be alone, and I don't want that. I want to live with someone who would notice that I'm around, more than three times a week.

I don't know whether I'm gay or not. I think maybe I am, but I'm not sure. It's hard to explain. I figured out that #boysworld was gay. I guessed that you and John were, but I didn't want to say it up front in case I was wrong.

About me and Jaime, it's a long story. He has been the head of my SS detail since I got here. When I was younger, I liked him a lot, and I still do, sort of. I used to ride on his shoulders through the house and at Camp David. He probably still likes me, but he is a real stickler for the rules, and I don't like the rules that much, :-) so we are kind of at war.

I wasn't at the White House very long (probably a couple months) when I escaped for the first time. I just ran past him and out into the office part of the building. I hid in a file cabinet and they never found me until the next morning. Jaime had been awake all night looking for me, and he was pissed. So was dad, but not as much (they didn't wake him up since they knew I hadn't left the building). They locked me in my room for a whole day, but that wasn't much punishment since I couldn't go outside anyway.

Well, then I figured out how to remove the grille from the ventilation duct in my room and started escaping that way. It took the SS a long time to figure that out; I always did it at night when they thought I was asleep. The ductwork is really small in places, so an adult could never get through it, but I can. They never knew I was gone. The offices were mostly closed, of course, except for the defense ones. That is the way I found out about Big Brother and how to use the system. They actually have manuals on it. All you do is turn the terminal on and follow the instructions in the book.

Well, one night I was getting over being sick, and I was feeling pretty good and not tired at all since I'd been sleeping all day, so I decided to go out through the ducts again and explore. One thing I didn't know, though, was that I was supposed to take a pill at 2 o'clock. They came in to give me the pill, and I wasn't there (I left pillows to make it look like I was asleep, but it didn't work that time since they had to wake me up for the pill). Anyway, I guess there was mass panic since they couldn't figure out where I was, and they called Jaime at home and had him come in, since he was head of the detail, even though he was on day shift. Well, he noticed that the grille wasn't on the vent and figured out what happened. So when I came back, he was furious. He about ripped my arms off pulling me out of the vent. He yelled at me for about half an hour, then shoved the pill into my mouth and made me swallow it. I got restricted to my room for a whole week after that, and they put bolts on the vent grille so I couldn't take it off any more.

Anyway, between me and Jaime it's a really long story, but this letter is getting long enough, so more later. Thing is, mean as he is sometimes, he can be nice too, especially when I'm sick. He's like a kind of Jewish mother, I guess (from the comedians on HBO). He is taking care of me all the time, but he is making sure I don't break the rules too. And he has no sense of humor at all.

Gerry

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Hi, this is just Tommy now, John is off visiting his grandparents.

We really liked the story of how you escaped from Jaime and the SS. But you can't escape any more, is that why you want to run away? I guess I can understand it, since you can't go anywhere.

I like swimming too, but I'm not really good at it like John. He's on the team at school; I just fool around. I'm on the track team, though.

That is weird about you being sick all the time, that nobody knows why.

I don't want to pressure you at all, but maybe you are gay based on what you said in IRC. At least, that is the impression I got. Do you think about sex at all? 12 is about when most boys start to think about it. Do you fantasize about boys or girls (if you think about it)?

As for me, I think I've always known that I was gay, at least as far back as I can remember. We used to play 'Spin the Bottle' in my neighborhood when we were kids, and I only used to look at the boys. All the other boys were looking at the girls (who didn't have tits yet!). Then I got to jr. high and had to take showers with the other guys, and I about died, trying to keep from getting a hardon looking at them. It is easier now, I just look at the wall and think about something else.

John and I noticed that we were both looking at the same boys, so we got together, and the rest is history :-). I am OK with being gay now, but it bothers John some still. Oh, he knows he is and all that, and he loves me, but he still wishes he were straight sometimes. As for me, I know I love him, and I hope we get to live together when we finish school. We plan to go to the same college.

Write back soon, your friend – tommy

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OK, (God, I can't ask this!) I have a question. If it's too personal and you don't want to say, just tell me to piss off. Do you and John fuck?

I can't believe I'm asking that. Just forget it if you don't want to talk about it.

Gerry

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Hi, this is both Tommy and John now. He's back from his trip (short one, huh?). His grandparents only live in Springfield, though. Mine are way out in Pennsylvania.

Yes, John and I fuck. (John about fell over laughing when he read your question. He's laughing now.) God, John! You wouldn't believe what he just said! I told him you were an innocent kid and didn't do that. For a guy who pretends he's not gay sometimes, he sure can talk.

Gerry, it's fine for you to ask about what John and I do. How else are you going to find out if you don't ask? Anyway, John fucks me about every day. It is the most enjoyable thing we do – though we do lots of other stuff, too. He likes to fuck me before I have a track meet. He says it makes me run funny :-). I have done him too, but we like it best the other way around.

John says to tell you about the other stuff. Look, when he wants to know, he'll ask, I say. He still won't write himself, though he likes to sit beside me and be a critic!

I mostly suck him and he mostly fucks me, though as I said we have done it both ways. We just like it this way. That means that I'm a 'bottom' and he's a 'top.' Those are just terms that people use.

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask. – tommy

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Thanks for answering, Tommy (and John). I know I must seem really stupid.

I have another question. Do you kiss?

Also, is 'bottom' like you are the girl? It sounds like it from what you said.

Gerry

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John and I don't think you're stupid, Gerry, just innocent. As I said before, ask all the questions you want.

Yes, of course we kiss. We kiss a lot. It's a lot of fun. Kissing is a good way to show someone you love them.

No, 'bottom' does not mean that I'm a girl. I like being a boy, and John likes me being a boy. I just take a passive role in sex. John says I'm pissed, but I'm not.

Hello, John here. I decided to finally type something. Tommy is pissed, but he won't admit it. Don't worry, I'll kiss it and make it all better :-). Now he wants to write, after he's been trying to get me to write all this time – too bad! No, being a bottom does not mean that Tommy is like a girl. We are both boys, and we like it that way. Sometimes, though, when I get depressed about being gay, which would make my Dad hate me if he knew about it, Tommy dresses like a girl to cheer me up. He says, "Hello, sailor!" and all sorts of funny stuff. It gets me out of my depression, but it is just a game to cheer me up. It always works too! I still like him better as a boy, though.

Tommy again. Geez, John, you didn't have to tell him that! Look, Gerry, being gay is not about one person being a girl and the other person being a guy. It's about two people loving each other, and they both happen to be guys. That's all.

One thing is bothering me, if you would answer. You don't have to go into detail if you don't want to, but why do you think you're gay? I assume you've never had sex with another boy. Do you think about it?

We're not going to blab it around and mess up your father's reelection. Looks like he would be reelected anyway, much to my parents' regret :-).

Tommy & John

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Tommy, I'm sorry I made you mad. I didn't know. Maybe when you read farther you will understand more.

I have not had sex with another boy, but I have had sex with a man. It's a long story. I guess I think I am the girl with him, that is why I asked.

Remember I said that Jaime takes care of me when I'm sick? Well, he has been doing that since I first got into the White House and he became the head of my detail. He is always very nice to me when I'm sick, in spite of how mean he is when I'm well. He holds me in his arms and feeds me, then rocks me to sleep. Sometimes he waits up all night by my bed and I see him there asleep in his chair when I wake up.

Well, sometimes when I get sick I'm really out of it (delirious) and forget where I am. I start thinking I'm in hell fighting off demons or something. One time when I came out of that I noticed that his hand was in my pajamas feeling my dick. I pretended that I was still delirious to see what he would do. He just went on feeling my dick and balls, then he put his hand between my legs and felt my butt too. It was weird, but I didn't mind.

That kept on, and every time I was sick I would pretend I was delirious to see what he would do. Every time, the same thing. I used to think he was just checking to see if I had diarrhea or something (I was a little kid then).

One time he caught me with my eyes open watching him. I closed them again right away, but I knew he saw. He didn't say anything, though. He continued to 'check' me.

Anyway, I used to ride on his shoulders at Camp David (I said he was a big man). One time we were way back in the forest away from the guards, and I was wearing some really short shorts. He reached up into them and put his hands on my bare butt. Then he goes, "You like that, Gerry? I know you're awake when I touch you. Do you like my hands on your little bottom?" Meanwhile he's walking along like nothing's going on, and I'm pushing tree branches out of the way, and his hands are running up and down my butt.

It feels really cool, sitting on his shoulders like that with him feeling my butt, so I say "Yeah." I didn't think it way gay or anything, it was just me and him. He says, "I thought you did. I saw you watching me." Anyway, to make a long story short, he sucked me off that afternoon. Things kind of went on from there.

Gerry

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Whoa, dude! You had an old guy do that to you? Well, if you liked it I guess it's okay. He didn't force you or anything, did he?

Hello, John here. Tommy is not as open-minded as he pretends to be. I think it's cool that you do stuff with Jaime if you want to. Tommy loves it when I rub his butt.

Tommy again. Hehe, OK I guess I do. Only now from the way he is drooling over your picture in Life, I think he will be fantasizing about you from now on! Oh, he denies it, but he keeps saying how cute you are. He's going to get the pages stuck together if he keeps it up, though ;-).

John now. Tommy is such a jealous little queen, don't mind him. He gets really bitchy when he thinks I'm looking at another guy. There, I gave him a hug and a kiss and he's better now.

Alright, so I'm jealous! You would be too if you had a hunk like John to protect!

Anyway, you might not be gay just because you did a few things with Jaime. I still think he was taking advantage of you, that an old guy like that shouldn't mess with a 12-year-old. You might still grow up and decide you like girls, though John and I hope not! ;-) Do you fantasize about other guys besides Jaime? Are there boys in your class you think are cute?

Also, tell us what else happened with Jaime.

Tommy & John

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Now I am jealous!!! It must be very nice having John kiss and hug you. My dad never does that. My mom used to, but she died, as you know. Jaime does sometimes, but then there is usually something else going on! :-)

There are cute guys in my class, but they don't turn me on much. When I fantasize about other guys, it's mostly about actors like Tom Cruise and (don't laugh) Arnold Schwartzenegger (sp?). That is, I think about men, other men besides Jaime, not boys. I think Arnold was *so* hot in Terminator I! And when I see him in Terminator II picking up the boy off the motorcycle, I imagine it is me he is picking up and setting in front of him! The boy in the movie doesn't like Arnold's character much, but if it was me I would cooperate all the way :-).

I know I'm gay because of health class at Sidwell Friends. All right, laugh all you want, but I was doing stuff with Jaime and thinking about Arnold long before I knew what 'gay' was. They explained in class about 'gay' and 'straight.' Believe it or not, I didn't know before that!! I used to watch the sitcoms and hear the jokes about gays, but it all went over my head. But as soon as the teacher explained it, I thought, sure, that's me all right!

The other boys in the school sure knew before I did. They have been calling me 'queer' and 'fag' for a long time. It just didn't register, I guess. Of course, nobody touches me, or the SS would break his arm. That is, the other boys mostly stay away from me, but I still hear what they say to each other.

I don't remember when my picture was taken last time. Of course, when I go out in public with my dad the press takes it. My hair is probably longer than when that Life picture John has was taken. It is somewhat curly when it gets long like this, and I am no bigger than I was then. The other boys are a head taller than me now. Jaime likes my hair long, and Dad doesn't care. I guess I do kind of look like a little queer. Jaime says I look like a girl, which I like better.

When Dad starts campaigning again, he will probably take me with him some of the time, and the press will get more pictures of me. Mr. Owens, the press secretary, will probably make me cut my hair, though.

Gerry

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Tommy here. I guess I'm convinced you're gay. John says you don't have to convince me, and he's right. Sorry about that.

Don't worry about names people call you. I am almost out (by that I mean that most people close to me know), and it's okay, you can deal with the name calling. I tell myself, they just don't know how much fun it is! Me, I have to stay out in the open and away from dark places so I don't get bashed, but you have the SS to protect you.

You mean you *never* think about guys your own age, though? That's weird. I agree Arnold was a hunk in the Terminator movies, if you like muscle. A lot of guys do. Me, I'm just happy with John.

John here. Gee, thanks, Tommy! Like I don't have muscles. (Tommy's laughing.) I don't think it's weird at all that you like men rather than boys. I say this because of the way Tommy acts. He kind of likes to be dominated, like when we wrestle and I win, then we have sex.

Tommy. John, you don't understand. You might act like a man, but you have a teenager's body. I would be totally grossed out if you had hair all over and a beer gut.

Anyway, Gerry, different guys like different things. If you like older men, that's okay, but just be careful. Some of them (a lot) just want to have sex with you, then forget about you, or even kill you. You have to find someone who will love you and want to stay together.

John again. Thanks again, Tommy, now I know to get a new boyfriend when I start to grow hair on my back like my dad has! :-)

Was that one time the only time with Jaime? What else did you do with him? Why do you like looking like a girl? You are very cute as a boy! :-)

John and tommy

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Ew, I don't think I would like hair on a guy's back!! John, maybe if you grow hair there you can have Tommy shave it off and he can keep you. :-)

I like hair on a man's chest and stomach and legs, though. And his arms too. And if Arnold were to kiss me, I wouldn't throw him out of bed because of his stubble!!! But he has a smooth chest. Like when I am with Jaime, I am smooth all over but he has hair, and I like that.

That was not the only time with Jaime. We do it almost every day now. At first, he would just suck me, which is fine, but I can't come yet, so it is good for a while, then I just get sore. Later, he had me suck him.

It was kind of weird that first time. We were out at Camp David, which I *love* by the way, and he was carrying me through the woods with his hands on my butt. (I had my feet hooked behind his back so I wouldn't fall off.) He doesn't like me to say 'butt,' though – he wants me to say 'bottom,' which is kind of babyish, but he calls me 'baby' sometimes and thinks of me that way.

Anyway, we come to this pond (a very small lake), and it is just the two of us. It is safe at Camp David, so you can walk around alone if you want, as long as you don't go beyond the sentries. So we are alone, and Jaime says, "How about a swim?" Well, he didn't tell me we were going swimming, so I didn't have my suit on. But I love to swim, so I tell him I don't have a swimsuit. He says, "We're alone here, you don't need a suit. It's just us, right?" I was still kind of shy, in spite of the fact that he had sucked me off several times, it wasn't like he hadn't seen me naked before, but somehow it was different there in the open. So he heard me kind of hesitate, and he said, "Or, you could wear this." And he pulls out a swimsuit from his pocket. I can't see it very well because it's all balled up, but I'm relieved and start to laugh. He laughs too and puts me down on the ground, then hands me the suit. Then he stands there and waits for me to put it on.

I say, "Aren't you going to get ready?" He says, "I want to see you first." I shrug and take off my shoes and socks, then my shirt. Next, I pull off my shorts and underwear, but I don't mind being naked in front of Jaime since as I said he saw me many times before and I'm thinking if he sees me he might suck me later on. I go to pick up the suit, and it falls into two pieces. The part in my hand are the bottoms, and I pull them on. They are like red with yellow flowers, and I think it is kind of girlish, but nobody is seeing us anyway.

Then he says, "Put on the other part." He's grinning like mad. I don't know what he means, since I'm covered up, though it is a pretty skimpy suit. I reach down and pick up the other part, and it looks like a bra. "What is this for?" I ask. He says, "To cover up your little titties."

Then it finally registers with me that this is a girl's swimsuit. I'm good in school, but I can be really slow sometimes. "You want me to dress like a girl?" I say.

"You make a very pretty girl, Marica," he says. I don't know who she is but he calls me that a lot.

"But I'm a boy," I say.

"You want to go swimming or what?" he says. I am all excited about going swimming, so I decide I might as well put on the suit like he says. I can't figure out how to put in on, though. Eventually Jaime helps me. I run straight into the water, which is warm. I splash around and don't even notice Jaime.

Suddenly he comes up behind and grabs me. Then, he throws me in the air, and I splash down. We play like that for a long time.

Then, suddenly, he says we have to go back. He walks out of the pond. I watch him, thinking how strong he is. Even his butt looks strong.

He looks back at me, and I follow him. (I never even think of disobeying Jaime when he is around, I just go behind his back.) When I get up to the shore with him, he grabs me by the shoulders and says, "So, Marica, was it fun being a girl today?"

Well, the swimming was fun, I didn't think about wearing a girl's bathing suit, so I say, "Yeah."

He grins this huge grin of his and says, "You want to be my girl again?"

"You mean, wear this when we go swimming again?"

"That, and other things."

"Okay, I guess, if you want me to."

"I want you to," he says. "I want you to do something else, too. You remember what we did yesterday in your room?"

"Yeah…," I say.

"I want you to do for me what I did for you. Can you do that?"

"Sure!" I say, immediately dropping to my knees to suck him. Maybe I shouldn't have been so eager, but it only seemed fair that if he did it for me I should do it for him. I wanted to make things even. Also, at that time I idolized Jaime and wanted to do everything he did.

So I pulled down the front of his trunks and sucked him off. I was not that good because he had to keep giving me instructions on how to do it. I was totally unprepared when he shot, though. I thought I was hurting him, that he was bleeding in my mouth. You might think he was hurt too if you heard the noises he made!! I tried to pull my mouth away, but he held my head so I couldn't.

Then he said, "Swallow it, Marica. Be a good little girl and swallow it for me." I was so relieved that he was okay I swallowed it right away. Then he let my head go. "You suck good, girl. You sure 'Gerry' is not a girl's name?" The way he was smiling at me I had to laugh. "No, it's not a girl's name," I said.

Then he told me to lie down on some moss under a tree, and he sucked me off like he had done before. It was wonderful. After that, we both got dressed, and he carried me back to the house in his arms rather than on his shoulders. It was terrific, like a half-hour-long hug. At that time, I really loved him and wanted to do anything he wanted.

Gerry

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Wow! That was hot. You write really well. Are you going to do that when you grow up?

So Jaime likes to pretend you are a girl? Okay, I see why you thought that I was the 'girl' in my relationship with John. It's not always like it is with you and Jaime, though.

I understand you love Jaime, but it isn't good when one guy pretends that the other one is a girl so that he can say he isn't gay. Does Jaime say he isn't gay? Sometimes guys like to have you suck them, then pretend that they're not gay and you are. That is some real shit.

You even swallowed the first time? I didn't do that, though I do now. There is nothing better than having a guy's sperm in your mouth, knowing that you earned it by getting him off. Well, there are a few things, but I won't talk about those. :-)

John doesn't have anything to say. He's too busy jacking off to the story you told. :-D

How come he calls you Marica? Is that his niece or something?

Write us more about what you did with Jaime.

Tommy & John

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Thanks for saying that I write well. Yes I would kind of like to be a writer when I grow up, maybe a journalist.

Tommy, I know what you mean. I love it when Jaime sperms in my mouth, knowing that I made him do it. I mean, here I am this little kid, and I can do this for a big, strong man. And Jaime is really strong – he can bench 250! But then when I make him moan like he's dying, it's like I'm stronger than him. I have to swallow, he doesn't take his cock out of my mouth until I do. But I would do it anyway since I don't mind the taste and he likes it.

I don't really mind that he thinks of me as a girl. I kind of like it. He has me dress up in girl clothes all the time, but of course only in my room. I can tell when he comes to my room for sex rather than just to do his job because he locks the door. When *he* locks the door, nobody comes in because he is head of the SS detail, but when *I* lock the door, they just unlock it and come in anyway. :-( So I have no privacy, except with him.

What he usually does is, he picks me up from school, which he doesn't have to do, and sits with me in the back. He kind of squeezes my knee and grins at me. That is our code to say that he will visit me in my room at 4 o'clock. I know this is sounding pretty weird, but you wanted to know. If he squeezes the other knee, it won't be till 8:30. Sometimes his duties keep him from coming to my room at 4.

Anyway, whatever time he is supposed to be there, I am supposed to be ready when he comes. Jaime has gotten me a lot of girl clothes, and they hang in my closet next to my regular clothes, just like it was normal. Nobody ever looks in my closet since I'm obviously not a terrorist. :-) If he is coming at 4, I dress in day clothes. I put on some panties and a training bra, then a slip and a little dress. They are all short dresses, he doesn't like the long ones. Then I put on some white girl's socks and little-girl shoes. (I.e., not high heels or anything like that.) All the time the SS could walk in on me, and they sometimes do, but they are pretty much all in on the secret. I don't have to do much with my hair since it is long and naturally curly. I don't wear makeup – Jaime says I don't need it.

If he is coming at 8:30, which my bedtime is at 9:00, I wear the girl pajamas he got me. He calls them 'baby-doll pajamas,' and they are like panties with a very short dress to go over the top, so you can see the panties.

So then I sit there in my girl clothes and wait until Jaime comes, then we have sex. Weird, huh?

I don't know why he calls me 'Marica.' I asked him once, but he just said that 'Marica' was me. He doesn't call me that when anybody is around, just when we are alone. I never asked him if he was gay, I just figured he was.

Gerry

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Do you like dressing as a girl? Like John says, I do that for him sometimes, but it is mainly a joke. I do not make a very attractive girl! :-) Some guys really get off on that and dress as girls all the time. They are called transvestites, if you didn't know.

If you *do* like dressing as a girl, do you want to *be* one? Maybe you could have an operation when you get older to change you into a girl, if that is what you want.

John here. I bet you would make a very pretty girl, Gerry (just looking at your picture). Could you send me a newer one (preferably in the girl clothes)? As I said, I like Tommy as a boy, but I still get off on him dressing like a girl for me.

Calm down, John. :-) This is Tommy again. You need to watch out for guys like Jaime. Ask him if he loves you (I assume you love him). Make him say he is gay, just don't assume. Some guys want to take advantage of you, then when it comes out that you have sex with them, they claim it was all your idea and they had no part of it. That happened to one guy I know.

What do you do when you have sex? Do you just suck each other?

Take care,

Tommy & John

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Yes, I like dressing as a girl. I mean, it was weird at first, but now I like it. The clothes are really comfortable, more than boys' clothes. Like girls wear silk underwear that feels really nice. The bra is still kind of strange, though.

Also, wearing girl's clothes is more fun. Normally, I am pretty shy, but when I have a dress on, I feel like I can move around and act silly. Like shaking my butt and stuff. Or dancing. Sometimes Jaime likes to dance with me, which is really strange since I am so short and he is so tall, I only come up to the middle of him. We dance little-girl style, which means I stand on his feet and he dances.

I don't want to be a girl, though I guess that sounds weird since I like to dress like one. I don't know whether I would want to dress like one all the time. Maybe when I get older I will want to do that.

I asked Jaime for a picture of me as a girl, and he gave me one (he has taken a lot of pictures of me). My PC doesn't have a scanner, though, so I will have to escape and use a scanner in one of the offices before I can send it to you. Meanwhile, could I have pictures of you and John?

We do everything when we have sex. Well, maybe you guys do things that we don't. :-) Usually we start by dancing, or me dancing for him. Sometimes I do a striptease for him. Other times, he pretends to drop some change and I bend over and pick it up, so he can look at my panties. Most of the time I keep my dress on, though he takes off my shoes and socks and pulls my panties down.

When we have sex, it always starts out with him kissing me, sticking his tongue in my mouth. He really likes that. He is usually feeling me when we do that, so it is really hot. Afterwards, it is 'my turn,' and he usually sucks me, though sometimes he just takes some Vaseline and jacks me off. With Vaseline, you can go longer without your dick getting sore. It is pretty nice, though sometimes he sticks his finger in my butt, which he likes more than I do, even though it is supposed to be my turn! Not that I hate it or anything.

Well, when he does that, I know that he is going to fuck me. That is mostly what we do when it is 'his turn.' We do it all ways. One way is by the dresser. First, I take off my panties, but I leave my shoes and socks on. Also, for this one I have to put Vaseline in my butt beforehand. I go over and stand by the dresser and pretend I'm playing with my Barbies (Jaime bought me some. I don't play with them really.). I act like I'm having a great time playing with them, like having Barbie kiss Ken and stuff, pretending that they are talking dirty and having sex.

Then Jaime walks up to me from the other side of the room (pretending he is my dad and walking into my room), and he says, "What's my little girl doing today?" And I go, "Just playing with my Barbies, Daddy." Then he comes up behind me and crouches down, feeling my legs. "What are Barbie and Ken doing today?" he says. "They're making love, see?" I say, moving the dolls. (I say different things, but always about how Barbie and Ken are having sex.) "How do they do it?" Jaime asks. "He's putting his penis in her bottom," I say. Then he says, "Would you like Daddy to put his penis in your bottom?" I say, "Oh, yes, Daddy, please!" He feels my butt and says, "Yes, I see you took your panties off for me!" We say different things.

Then he pulls down his pants and pulls up the back of my dress and fucks me. I don't really like it that way much since the dresser gets pushed into my front. I use my arms to push away from the dresser, but Jaime is so strong he sometimes pushes me back so I bump against it.

I love having him fuck me, though. It is better than when it is 'my turn' and he sucks me off. Maybe that is because I can't come yet. Anyway, it is great when he shoves his cock into me! It is like I'm a part of him, and he is part of me, if you know what I mean. Sometimes he pushes so hard it lifts me right off the floor, so that I'm hanging on his cock! At first, it used to hurt when he fucked me, but not any more.

As I said, we do it all ways, that is just one. Sometimes when he is really tired, I just suck him off, but that is fun too because he puts his tongue in my butt when I do it!

Gerry

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