Tommy the Cam Boy is a prequel to my Tommy the Geek stories.
Summary: 12-year-old Tommy is befriended by a 15-year-old cam boy he meets in a very private and unusual chat room. He subsequently takes up that line of work himself. It could just as easily have been titled “the making of a psychopath.”
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Tommy the Cam Boy – Part 1
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Chapter 1
Tommy sat alone at a long, empty cafeteria table. His eyes appeared glued to his electronic tablet, but he surreptitiously monitored everything going on around him. He had become adept at singling out particular conversations from the buzz of the more than 200 students, teachers, cafeteria workers and others in fifth period lunch, and had observed far more about many of his peers than they could have imagined.
He wanted nothing more than to fit in with his fellow sixth, seventh and eighth graders. But that seemed an impossible feat. He had always been seen as odd, by students and teachers alike. Truth be told, he really was quite odd.
He had read at a seventh-grade level at age three when he started preschool. Unfortunately, his teacher had thought it a good idea to have him read to the other students during reading circle, setting him apart from his classmates. That had set the tone through first grade. Though he had no friends, the kids were not mean. They just did not know what to do with him, so they had ignored him.
That changed in second grade. As they got older, his peers came to resent him. His verbal skills, which had always delighted adults, were ineffective in communicating with elementary age children. In fact, they were off-putting. He was uninterested in Disney movies, cartoons, games, sports, toilet humor, or any of the other things typical kids his age found captivating. Worse, he made no effort to feign interest. As his classmates got bigger and more social, they started to bully him. He had no friends, so nobody stuck up for him. He became increasingly socially isolated with each passing year.
So it was that he had started sixth grade at Franklin Middle School friendless and alone. His mother had refused to allow the school to move him to a higher grade. Ironically, she feared he would “miss out on the opportunity to develop social skills.” His teachers had been instructed to provide him with “enrichment assignments” so he would not be bored. As a result, he was not working on any of the same material as his classmates. While his fellow sixth graders were struggling with geometry, he was acing calculus. While his peers were learning Newton’s Laws of Motion, he was studying quantum physics. He felt increasingly alien from everyone around him; including his teachers, many of whom could not comprehend most of his studies, some of which were overseen by professors from the local college.
Chapter 2
Genius though he may have been, Tommy was still a twelve-year-old boy. Though he had not, as yet, shown any external signs of puberty, he had recently developed a strong interest in sex. He frequently found himself staring longingly at both girls and boys, his own age and older. He even found himself drawn to some of his teachers, including his male PE teacher.
Today he had zeroed in on a seventh-grade girl named Nicole Peters, who was sitting with his own older sister. Because he had feigned disinterest during his sister’s frequent sleep-overs, he’d had many opportunities to observe her. He knew, for example, that she wore an A-cup bra, as compared with his sister’s training bras. He had seen her mother, so could predict that she was destined to have enormous breasts. He hoped that his sister would maintain their friendship for many years to come.
He felt his penis stiffening in his pants as he imagined her, naked on his bed. Sometimes he pictured her there willingly; and sometime she was bound and helpless. Today, it was the latter. He imagined himself standing over her, her fearful eyes on his huge penis. “Please, Tommy,” he imagined her begging. “Please don’t hurt me with your huge cock.”
Then the bell rang, signaling the end of 5th period lunch.
Tommy had read enough books and seen enough movies and TV shows that he understood the concept of “dating,” but could not imagine approaching any of his classmates. ‘They won’t even talk to me,’ he had thought. ‘They sure as shit aren’t going to go out with me.” Besides which, he looked down on most people, including his family, as lesser beings.
So, as with most other topics, he had turned to the internet. He explored countless websites with factual, medical, and scientific information about sex and relationships. He studied male and female anatomy. Puberty. The biochemistry of orgasm. Psychology. He read journal articles and textbooks. Watched TED Talks. Desperate for information, he had even paid attention during health class, though he quickly realized he had already learned more than the teacher seemed to know. Except, of course, on a practical level.
That had led to him thinking about what kind of sexual experience the teacher, a pretty 20-something blond, might have had. He had imagined her naked. He could clearly see her exceptionally large breasts. Tiny pointed nipples surrounded by silver-dollar sized pink areolas. A flat belly above a neatly trimmed bush of blond hair, over her perfectly formed vulva. Super long, shapely legs. So it was that he suffered the embarrassment of some of his peers ridiculing him for the visible bulge in his pants when he stood at the end of class. That was when he picked up the unfortunate nickname “Tommy the Freak.”
Frustrated, he had turned to pornography, and had been amazed by the sheer quantity he could access for free, and how easy it was for a child to access “adults only” websites. Even on the school Wi-Fi if one knew what he was doing. And Tommy did. He had hacked into the school district’s computer systems in fourth grade, though he quickly realized he had no use for the capability, since his grades were perfect.
Quickly tiring of what he thought of as “normal porn” (mostly videos of adult men and women having sex), he looked for more interesting content. It was not difficult to find websites offering videos of teens having sex with other teens. These interested him more; possibly because it was taboo. Though the sites made it clear that all the actors were 18 or older, he could see they had been cast because they looked younger; often much younger.
While watching a video in which one of the actors was clearly an adult, many years older than 18, and the other appeared much younger, perhaps 14, he found a reference in the comments to another website. It jumped out at him because it was disguised, the “at” and “dot” spelled out. He realized the intent was to go undetected by algorithms designed to prevent the promotion of other websites. Being Tommy, he immediately typed that URL into his browser.
This website was very different from any he had seen. First, it was not nearly so polished as most of the others. It had no advertising. The videos were vastly different, as well, appearing more amateurish and involving more coercion and violence. Some of the actors appeared much younger, as well. He found these much more arousing. He could easily imagine himself doing to some of his classmates the things he saw older looking actors doing in the videos.
Like on most other such websites, users could comment on videos. But this was the first he had seen that had a discussion board. It was there that he met “PonyBoy14.” The screen name puzzled him. Tommy had been careful to select a name that would not telegraph his age. After a good deal of thought, he had selected “DerangedStud23,” thinking that it would convey that he was a sexually experienced 23-year-old, and not a virginal, preteen.
‘Why,’ he had wondered, ‘would “PonyBoy14” want to advertise on this adults-only forum that he was a boy of 14.’ Intrigued, he started commenting in threads in which PonyBoy was active. It helped that these were typically discussions of adult or teen sex with younger teens, or even children, since this topic was of great interest to Tommy. One day PonyBoy mentioned “camming.” Not realizing it would “out” him as a “noob,” he asked, “What’s camming.”
Chapter 3
Within seconds an individual message appeared on his screen.
PonyBoy14: Hey, DerangedStud23. There r sites where u can video with people online. Its private & u can do anything u want. Some models make lots of money camming.
Tommy’s pulse sprinted. This was his first real contact with anyone online. It did not occur to him that PonyBoy14 seemed to assume he was a prospective model, rather than a potential customer. It also did not occur to him that PonyBoy14 might be anything other than the 14-year-old boy his screen name implied.
DerangedStud23: That sounds pretty cool. How does it work?
PonyBoy14: U sign up on a website. Models get accounts for free. Do you have a vid cam?
DerangedStud23: Yeah.
PonyBoy14: I know all about this stuff. Ive been doing it for a few years.
DerangedStud23: You’re a model?
PonyBoy14: Yeah.
Tommy’s mind raced. There were lots of things he wanted to buy but could not. ‘It’s not like there are a lot of jobs for 12-year-olds.’
DerangedStud23: How much can I make?
Tommy did not notice he had said “I,” but his correspondent surely did!
PonyBoy14: Depends
DerangedStud23: On what?
PonyBoy14: What you look like and what ur willing to do
DerangedStud23: What do you mean?
PonyBoy14: Younger the better.
DerangedStud23: What do you mean “what you’re willing to do?”
PonyBoy14: I don’t want to say any more here. If ur serious turn on ur cam and go here.
He inserted a URL and logged off the discussion board, making it impossible for Tommy to reply.
Tommy sat there, thinking. He knew he was safe; or at least he thought he was. He had spoofed his MAC address, so his computer and router were untraceable. He was also using a proxy server, so anyone who checked would find that his URL tracked back to Belarus. Activating his camera, he saw some things in his background that might provide clues to his location and age and moved them. Then he moved some items, like his college physics and calculus books, into the frame. Putting on a ball cap he wore when mowing the lawn and a pair of sunglasses, he clicked the link.
He had no idea what to expect. “PonyBoy14” might turn out to be a 45-year-old man, or a woman. What he saw on his screen, though, was a shirtless boy who appeared about 14 or 15.
PonyBoy14 laughed. “You’re never gonna make any money as a cam boy dressed like that, man!”
Tommy observed that the older boy was seated on a couch. The wall behind him was adorned by a sports poster, but nothing else was visible. He could have been anywhere. ‘I guess,’ he thought, ‘that’s the point.’
Saying nothing, he took off his hat, but not his glasses.
PonyBoy14 laughed again. “That’s a start, but customers are gonna want to see some skin.” Deliberately using part of his screen name, he added “Lose the shirt, stud!”
Reluctantly, Tommy pulled his tee-shirt over his head, careful to keep the sunglasses on his face. “How’s that?”
PonyBoy14 looked at him appraisingly. “Not bad. Very cute. What’re you. Twelve? Thirteen?”
Tommy was pleased to hear the older boy thought he was “cute,” but immediately felt defensive about his age. “Does it matter?”
The older boy laughed. “Oh yeah. It matters. Like I said: the younger, the better. I’m already too old for some of my customers, and I’m only fifteen. So how old are you, stud?” Very aware of what he was doing, he started playing with one of his nipples.
As expected, Tommy’s eyes were drawn down to the other boy’s chest. ‘How can 15 be too old,’ he wondered. ‘He’s plenty cute.’ Licking his lips, he asked, “What kind of customers do you have, anyway.”
“All kinds. Mostly men, but some women. Mostly older, like 35. I even have a few who are like 60 or 70.” He licked his lips and added “What they all have in common is they pay to see me naked.”
Tommy gasped in surprise. “Naked?”
“Oh, come on, man. Don’t forget where we met. You know what happens on those videos.” Snorting in derision, he asked, “Do you really think these pervs are gonna pay to see what they could for free at any swimming pool or beach?”
Suddenly, the teen stood up and pushed his cam back, revealing that he was not just shirtless.
Tommy gasped again. As his eyes locked on the other boy’s naked genitals, he unconsciously licked his lips and swallowed. He could get out no words. Leaning forward and taking off his sunglasses, he estimated that the teen’s penis was about four inches long; about two inches longer than his own. It was definitely thicker than his, which was about the circumference of his little finger. The head was pink, like his own, but it seemed like it wore a darker brown collar just below the glans. Oddly, the older boy had no pubic hair.
“You got the balls to do this,” PonyBoy asked, his voice challenging. “Show me your dick!”
Tommy had no experience with trash talk or the “dares” that are frequently exchanged among boys his age. He had no idea what to do but felt a powerful need to please this older boy.
Feeling an odd mix of anger, fear, excitement, and an emotion he did not recognize, Tommy stood, causing his desk chair to fly back across his bedroom. He shoved down his sweatpants and briefs in one movement, dragging his already hard penis down so it slapped back against his bare pubis. He immediately regretted his impulsive act. He fully expected the older boy to laugh and call him “needle dick,” like a boy in the PE locker room had done the first week of school.
But PonyBoy did not laugh. He leaned forward and peered at Tommy’s hairless genitals, excitement in his eyes. “That’s gorgeous, man.” As if to himself, he continued, a note of jealousy in his voice, “You could make bank!”
The two boys stood in front of their cameras, each examining the other’s body in his monitor: PonyBoy lasciviously; Tommy curiously.
Finally, PonyBoy sat down, adjusting his camera so Tommy could still see most of his body. He started to stroke his still flaccid penis, causing it to inflate, adding another inch to his length and making it about as thick as three of Tommy’s longer fingers.
“You’re seriously cute, man. But nobody’s gonna pay to watch you stand there with your dick out.” PonyBoy continued to stroke his penis, his defiant eyes on the younger boy.
It was obvious what was expected of him, but Tommy had never masturbated in front of anyone. In fact, he could not recall the last time anyone other than his pediatrician and his nurse had seen him naked. But Tommy had never had a friend before, and he was almost intoxicated by PonyBoy’s attention and approval.
His hand went to his own penis, but he never took his eyes from the larger organ on his monitor screen. Just then, a sheen of liquid formed on the other boy’s glans. ‘He should for sure have pubic hair,’ he thought as he mimicked PonyBoy’s movements. He stroked up and down his two-inches with one hand while rubbing his tiny balls with the other, matching his pace to that of the other boy.
PonyBoy could see from the glazed look in his eyes that his young friend was becoming excited. He removed his hand from his ball sack and moved it to his chest. Moving slowly and deliberately, he pinched one of his nipples, giving a practiced wince. He was happy to see that Tommy did exactly the same, though he suspected his wince was more real than his own.
“That’s it, stud. Cum for me. Stoke that little dick hard. Cum for PonyBoy!” He could feel the familiar sensations behind his groin and knew he was about to orgasm. He shouted “Oh my god! I’m gonna cum!” As had become his “trademark,” he stood and fired spurt after spurt of thick, white semen on the lens of his camera.
Seeing and hearing the other boy blasting all over his camera, Tommy exploded with a dry cum that seemed to go on forever. He was apparently not yet old enough to produce ejaculate, but PonyBoy thought, ‘That was probably the biggest cum he ever had.’
PonyBoy stood and unscrewed the clear lens cap from his camera, removing the haze that had obscured his image for the last few minutes. Tommy could now see that he was smiling.
“You could really make big money doing this, man. And really, you wouldn’t have to do much more than what you just did to be a fuckin’ star!”
Chapter 4
Tommy retrieved and dropped into his desk chair. He was still panting from his orgasm. “That… that… was… amazing!”
PonyBoy nodded. “That was fuckin’ hot, man!”
They silently stared at one another, but it was not uncomfortable. It was as if they had known one another for years. Finally, PonyBoy spoke. “I can hook you up with my website. The one that hosts my cam sessions.”
Tommy sat there, looking at him, but not speaking.
“If you wanna make money doin’ this, you need somebody to handle the money. And you sure as shit don’t want your customers to be able to track you down.” Remembering that it had been the hardest part for him when he had started, he added “You’ll need a bank account, too.”
Tommy had talked his mother into helping him open an account at a local bank a year before. She had agreed that it would help him learn to handle money. It had never had more than about $50 in it, usually for a few weeks after Christmas or his birthday. Most importantly, she had never showed any interest in the account, and never checked on it. He nodded, “Yeah. I have one.”
Tommy had been texting with his website administrator. He had told him he had a prospect who would be a “star.” The man had responded with interest. He was, after all, always looking for new talent.
“There’s one more thing you have to do, stud.”
Tommy stared back into the camera. “What?”
“You have to meet my boss.”
“How am I supposed to do that,” Tommy asked. I don’t want anybody to know who I am.”
“Easy. I’m gonna add him to this call. He’s gonna want to see all of you,” emphasizing the word “all.” Taking in the younger boy’s glazed eyes, he feared he might have pushed him too far, but he had already contacted his boss. “Why don’t you take off the rest of your clothes? He’s gonna want to see you’re not too shy to do this.”
When Tommy leaned down to take off his sweatpants and briefs, PonyBoy clicked the button to add the website administrator to the call.
A man who appeared around the age of Tommy’s grandfather appeared in a third window on his screen. Tommy could not see this, but the man had his screen configured so that Tommy’s image took up his entire oversized monitor.
“Hello, young man,” said the administrator. “Frankie… PonyBoy tells me you want to be a cam boy.”
The older boy visibly winced at the use of his real name. ‘I hope this kid didn’t catch that,’ he thought. But Tommy noticed everything. He made a mental note of his new friend’s real name.
Instantly alert and on guard, Tommy responded “I think so, sir. It sounds really cool, and… PonyBoy says I can make a lot of money.”
“Yeah. You definitely can.” The man didn’t blink or look away from the screen. “Stand up. Let me see you.”
Tommy stood up and stepped away from his camera so the man could see his entire body. Then he turned so the man could see his buttocks, as well. Turning back to the camera, he asked “How’s that, sir?”
PonyBoy texted his boss and said “I recorded our whole session. Your gonna like it.”
Ignoring the message, the man said, “Make your dick hard.”
Tommy started to stroke himself with one hand and to play with his nipples with the other. His penis was almost instantly hard.
The man noted that Tommy was a shower, not a grower. ‘Looks abiut two inches. That’s good,’ he thought. ‘This kids gonna be popular with the pedos.”
Then the man surprised Tommy by ordering him to turn around, bend over and spread his cheeks so he could see his anus.
After a brief hesitation, during which PonyBoy literally held his breath, the boy did as ordered. Both man and boy gasped at the sight of his tight little red rosebud.
The administrator finally responded to Frankie’s text. “Your right. Hes gonna be a fuckin star! You got a bonus coming. Don’t lose him.”
Chapter 5
The website administrator, known to Frankie as “Barry,” gathered some information from Tommy, then logged off, saying “PonyBoy’ll explain everything.”
“I’m glad you’re gonna do this, man. I think you’ll be great at it. I’ll give you all the customers I’m too old for. There’s lots ‘a them! And maybe you can give me some who are maybe too rough for you. Ya know?”
Tommy did not know, but he nodded in agreement. He knew it was weird, but he felt completely comfortable with the older boy, even though they were each still naked. He hadn’t even felt uncomfortable while the older man scrutinized his body.
Frankie was not as book smart as Tommy, but he could read people. He had caught the slight hesitation when he had the opportunity to use his real name but chose not to. Since he already knew, he decided to use that to build his trust.
“You already know my real name’s ‘Frankie.’ I don’t wanna know your real name. And you probably shouldn’t let Barry know it, either. He knows better than to use my real name, but he did.”
Tommy took that in. “How am I supposed to get paid without him knowing who I am?”
“Look man. I’m kinda horny right now. All this business talk makes me nervous, and Barry kinda makes my skin crawl. Ya know?”
Tommy did understand that. Even before Frankie’s warning, he had decided not to trust the man. “What do you want to do?”
Frankie grinned. “You ever hear of anal?”
Now it was Tommy’s turn to grin. “Yeah. I’ve seen it in lots of videos.”
“I’m gonna show you how to do it on cam. It’ll get you beaucoup tips.”
Tommy’s ears perked up at the mention of making money. “How am I supposed to do that?” Alarmed, he added “I’m not gonna do this with anybody else.” ‘Except maybe you,’ he thought, but did not say aloud.
“You have an old toothbrush?” When Tommy nodded, he said “Go get it. And get some hand lotion, if you’ve got it.”
Tommy considered the time and calculated that he had the house to himself, so he did not dress to traverse the hallway to the bathroom. When he returned, he saw that Frankie had a toothbrush and a tube that looked like a small package of toothpaste. He said “You didn’t tell me to get toothpaste,” and started to turn to return to the bathroom.
Frankie laughed. “No, this isn’t toothpaste. It’s K-Y lotion. But part of your hook is gonna be your innocence. So you don’t wanna use anything that will make your customers think you’re some kinda pro.” He grinned. “Even if you are.”
Tommy nodded in understanding. ‘This,’ he thought, ‘is starting to make sense.’
“You’re gonna be able to see on the screen every time a customer tips you. When they do, you should pay them extra attention and try to give them more of a show. Understand?”
Tommy nodded, liking the direction this was taking.
“You’re always gonna start with at least a shirt, underwear and pants. Maybe even shoes. Some customers’ll get off on watching you take off your shoes and socks. Most of ‘em will love those little briefs you were wearin’ before.”
Tommy picked them up off the floor, “These? I get laughed at by other kids for wearing these. Most kids are wearing boxer briefs now.”
“Wear what you want to school, but wear the tiniest, skimpiest briefs you can for camming. Preferably a size too small, too.” Thinking for a moment, he added “And try not to take them off until you’re hard. They like to see the outline of your boner before you take it out.”
Tommy grinned as he thought ‘I’m getting a master class on camming.’ Aloud, he giggled “You should do a TED Talk, Frankie!”
Frankie did not know what a TED Talk was but nodded. “And keep doing that. Giggling is good. It’ll make them think you’re an innocent little kid. Like I said, that’s where the money is.”
Tommy nodded. He was getting horny as well. “So, what about the toothbrush and the lotion. What am I supposed to do with that?”
Frankie smiled at the younger boy’s exuberance. “You’re gonna tease this out as long as you can. The customer has already paid to be with you, but they can pay for more time. They can also tip you when you do something they like.”
Tommy held up the toothbrush and rolled his eyes impatiently.
“Okay, okay! Here’s what you do. If the customer has extended the session and given you enough tips, you offer to do something special. You tell him you don’t do this for just anybody, but he’s one of your favorites. Make them feel special. Ya know?”
Tommy nodded, but he was growing exasperated. “So what the fuck do I do?”
“For starters, never swear.” Grinning, he added “Remember, you’re an innocent little tyke.”
He grinned, then said “First, put some lotion on your hands and rub them together for a while. Stare at the camera while you’re doing that, and make sure to push your tongue out to lick your lips.”
Tommy felt silly but extended his tongue and licked his lips ostentatiously.
“Yeah. Like that. Some of these old queens ‘ll cum in their pants if you do what you just did”
When Frankie squeezed some K-Y on his hands and started rubbing them together while staring into the camera and licking his lips, Tommy felt a jolt in his little penis. ‘Oh my god,’ he thought. ‘That really works!’
Realizing that the class was continuing, he did the same.
“Now, make sure the toothbrush and the lotion are within reach. Lay back and put your legs up, so they can see your ass. Spread your legs so your asshole winks at them.” Frankie demonstrated.
Tommy giggled. “Well, this is awkward.”
“Pour some of the lotion right on your ass. Now use your fingers and work it in. Very slowly. Remember: time is money.” He started doing this.
Tommy moaned. He had never explored his anus before. He pushed his middle finger in and out several times.
“That’s it, Fuck your ass with your finger. Twist it around. There’s a place in there that feels really good… if you can find it.”
Tommy moaned louder. “Yeah… it’s… it’s called the prostate.”
“Whatever it’s called, it feels really good. Be as loud as you can. When you touch it, act like you’re surprised. Like you never touched it before. Like this is something you never do. That you did for them for the very first time. Like this is the best you’ve ever felt.”
Frankie watched as the 12-year-old pushed his finger into his anus. ‘Damn,’ he thought. ‘I wish that was my finger.’ He stroked his hard, throbbing penis, then returned to his lesson. “This next part might be hard for you at first, but you can do it.” He paused, then demonstrated. “Oh my god, mister. I wish this was your finger in my tight little butt.”
He watched to see the other boy’s reaction, then heard his voice coming through the speaker. ”Oh my god, Frankie. I wish this was your finger in my tight little butt.” To Frankie’s ears, he sounded very sincere. ‘Maybe too sincere,’ he thought.
“Okay, now pull your finger out, and say ‘I’m gonna try to put in a second finger, but I don’t know if I can. My butt’s pretty tight.’ They eat that shit up!”
Tommy did as he was told, making a show of trying to get his middle and index fingers into his anus, “Sorry, Frankie. It’s just too tight. I wish you were here. I’ll bet you could do it.”
“You’re a natural, man. You’re gonna be great. Now, for the next step, you look into the camera and say something like ‘I wonder if I have anything here that would fit into my tight little butt.’ You make a show of looking around the room, then pick up your toothbrush. ‘How about this, mister?’”
Tommy picked up the toothbrush and held it by the bristle end. Then he slipped it almost all the way into his anus.
Alarmed, Frankie said “Be careful not to lose it. Your ass can suck it in. You wouldn’t want to have to go to the Emergency Room to get it taken out. Would you?” Grinning, he added “Might be hard to explain to your parents.”
Tommy pushed the toothbrush in and out, fucking himself with the oral hygiene tool. In truth, he could barely feel it, but he put on a show for his audience of one. After a while, he took it out and reversed it. “I wonder what this’ll feel like.” He very slowly inserted the bristle end, twisting it as he went. Grinning, he shouted “Found it,” referring to his prostate.
Frankie gasped in surprise when the boy’s penis, clearly visible just a few inches above his anus, started to spasm. “Oh my god,” he said. “You’re cumming again.”
Once Tommy’s breathing had returned to normal, he sat up and stared at the older boy. “OK. I want to see you fuck yourself with something bigger than a toothbrush.”
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Pornography is literature designed to be read with one hand.
– Angela Lambert, British journalist, art critic and author
A number of years ago a national conference for church youth directors was held at a major hotel in a city in the mid-west. Youth pastors by the hundreds flooded into that hotel and took nearly every room. At the conclusion of the conference, the hotel manager told the conference administrator that the number of guests who tuned into the adult movie channel broke the previous record, far and away outdoing any other convention in the history of the hotel.
– Steve Farrar, Christian author (Finishing Strong: Going the Distance for Your Family, pg 72) Apparently, Steve thought this was a bad thing!