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Boarding School Blues – Chapter 3

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Boarding School Blues
By
Levi Holland

Chapter 3

As the storybook castle loomed above, Cooper and Anakin kicked a soccer ball back and forth. It beat being stuck in their room the rest of the afternoon, and as the mist covering the grounds began to clear, the day was getting nicer by the hour.

The mountain breeze tickled the back of Cooper’s neck as he passed the ball forward, thankful for the few seasons of rec soccer he played a couple years ago. At least he was doing better than Anakin, who kept having to chase the ball down each time he jabbed it with his toe.

All day it seemed like they’d met new people. Cooper’s head was spinning with all the names he had to remember. The moment he learned one person, it was like a new one appeared out of nowhere to introduce themselves. How was he ever supposed to manage?

Thankfully one person Cooper didn’t have any trouble remembering was a Latino boy named Jordy Diaz. He was all personality, from the tips of his Jordans all the way to the top of his floppy head of thick dreads. The moment Jordy spotted the two of them, he jumped right in as if they were old friends who’d known each other for years.

There was something about Jordy that everyone seemed to love, even the really big kids. Jordy was only an 8th grader, lean and scrappy and not very tall yet, but hardly anyone passed by without stopping to high-five or fist bump Jordy along the way. Now as he rainbowed the soccer ball over his shoulder with ease, Jordy’s richly tan skin glistened in the sun. Cooper was drawn to him like a magnet.

When Jordy asked what house they were both in, he jabbed a thumb into his chest. “You lucked out with yours truly. Not only am I a Valentia like you, but I’m also a Blue Ridge Buddy.”

“Blue Ridge Buddy?” Cooper asked.

Jordy juggled the ball between his feet while Anakin removed his scarf and set it neatly on the grass.

“Kind of a dumb name, I know. Think of it like the student council. I help out new students like yourselves, organize events, team bonding, things like that. Most of us are older, but I guess they saw something special in me.”

“That’s really cool,” Cooper said truthfully.

“Well, just know if you need anything, I’m the guy to ask. Just say the word!”

Cooper thought back to what his dad said about Headmaster Robinson right before leaving. What were Jordy’s thoughts on their principal? Maybe the man had completely changed from the person his dad remembered. It had been over twenty years, after all.

“Hey, I’ve got a question,” Anakin said. “Do all the teachers live with us or something, because yuck if so.”

“That’d be pretty terrible, right?” Jordy agreed with a laugh. “No, take a look behind you. See that path?”

Jordy pointed toward a winding cobblestone path stretched far across the grassy fields. Every so often, a set of unlit lampposts dotted the path until both the path and the lantern disappeared from sight deep into the woods.

“That’s where the professors live. Only Headmaster Robinson and a few others stay in the castle, but they have their own wing. It’s a bit of a walk, if you ask me, but the professors’ houses are pretty cozy, like a little village. If you want, I can show you guys around.”

“That’s alright,” Anakin said. “I think I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself,” Jordy said as he passed Cooper the ball.

When Cooper asked about the different students at Blue Ridge, he learned that Blue Ridge Academy only accepted a total of thirty two students every year, sixteen boys and sixteen girls. Eventually those 6th graders became 12th graders, and every year, a new bunch came in to fill the gaps left by the graduating seniors.

“Your classes are intermixed, of course,” Jordy said. “You’ll share classes with the other girl Valentias and the newbies from Fuerza as well. They’re the ones with all the purple.”

Anakin’s kick went wide, and as he hunted down the ball, Cooper wondered about the other two roommates from their suite. What were their personalities like? Would they want to hang out together outside of class? Would they even like him?

“Cooper, watch out!” Jordy called.

A football spiraled straight towards his head, and Cooper had just enough time to duck before getting plowed down by an older boy. He tumbled to the grassy dirt and landed on his butt. Standing above him was a tall, thin boy whose short, pale-blonde hair gleamed white in the sunlight.

Further away, another boy laughed and shouted out, “Way to go, Xavier!”

Xavier leaned over and stretched out his hand, but when Cooper went to grab it, Xavier continued past him and plucked the football from the ground instead. It wasn’t until he stood that he glanced down at Cooper.

“Sorry about that,” he said, sounding anything but sorry. “Guess I didn’t see you there.”

Cooper was about to shout back where this jerk could shove his football when, out of nowhere, Jordy ran up and slung an arm around Xavier’s neck.

“Come on, Xavier,” Jordy said. “Don’t be like that. What do you say we help my buddy Cooper out and give him an apology?”

Before Cooper got tackled, everyone was minding their own business, hanging out with whatever friend cliques they’d huddled up in, but now…there was only staring, silence, and loaded breaths ready to fire with whatever came next.

Xavier seemed to notice, too. After a quick glance around, he spat in the dirt beside Cooper before forcefully dragging him to his feet. Cooper thought his shoulder would rip from its socket. He couldn’t be sure what he saw warring across Xavier’s face—a frown, maybe, or something else—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, and without another word, Xavier ran off with his friend.

Cooper brushed the wavy brown hair from his eyes. When Jordy and Anakin ran over, they practically spun him in circles inspecting him for any dents or damages. Other than his palms stinging a little and the grass stains on his shorts, Cooper was alright.

“Dude, Jordy,” Anakin said, “you’re like a freakin’ superhero. I thought that guy was gonna beat the shit out of you.”

“He could try,” Jordy said with a sly grin. “But then I’d have to bust out a little Judo on him.”

“Is he always like that?” Cooper asked.

Jordy shrugged. “Didn’t use to be, I guess. Try and give Xavier some distance, if you can. You know what they say about sleeping dogs and all that.”

“Yeah, well he seems like a royal jerk to me,” Anakin said. “Besides, Cooper didn’t even do anything. Xavier was the one who started it. If you ever end up kicking his ass, I want a front row seat.”

Cooper laughed with Jordy, and soon they joined a few others who had taken to the grass, kicking the ball until the sun plunged towards the nearby mountain peaks. The sweat was beginning to sting his eyes, and Cooper was grateful as a heavy bell chimed from somewhere deep within the castle walls.

“Looks like it’s time for the opening ceremony!” Jordy said. “We better get moving.”

“Come on,” Anakin said to Cooper. “Let’s hurry inside. I want a good seat.”

“Wait, your scarf!” Cooper said, and Anakin bumped fists with him before throwing it back over his head with his other mismatched clothes.

Rushing up the rounded staircase leading into the castle’s main entrance, Cooper and Anakin followed the stream of students until they reached the wide, double doors of the banquet hall. Inside, crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling around the room, casting light across the four different colored cloths covering each table. Near the back of the room was a raised platform where many adults were already seated at the long, rectangular tables stationed there. Each of them was dressed in the same, identical navy blue suits.

From the covered platters along the side wall, a delicious smell like seasoned meat wafted his way, making his stomach growl. Cooper wasn’t sure if it was possible to eat himself into a food coma, but he thought it was worth a shot.

With Jordy’s help, they found their table, draped with a red cloth for Valentia. Already two other boys were seated, and a couple girls across from them. Cooper and Anakin took two of the open seats.

“What’s up? You must be our other suitemates,” the first of the boys said. “I’m Naveen.”

Naveen’s coppery skin reminded Cooper of a penny, and his smooth, dark hair was streaked with auburn. They learned Naveen and his twin sister Nadia, another Valentia at the table, were originally from south Florida.

“And then our mom’s from India, but our dad’s Irish,” Naveen said, waving his words away as if he’d shared them a thousand times before. “It’s a long story how they met.”

Beside Naveen was a boy with a thick accent named Julian, whose short sandy brown hair crested like little waves on his head. Apparently he came from Poland two years before, where most of his time before Blue Ridge was spent getting tutored in English at a private school in New York City.

“English still tough sometimes,” he said while concentrating on his words. “But I get better more each day.”

“Is Poland nice?” Cooper asked. He’d never been out of the country before.

Before Julian could answer, Anakin tugged on the yellow scarf around his neck. “Yeah, well my family’s also from New York City. It’s basically the greatest city on the whole Earth.”

Naveen was quick to counter. “New York is not the greatest city.”

“Is too!”

Cooper rolled his eyes. Not even five minutes had passed, and already drama was starting.

Julian leaned between their two arguing suitemates and said, “Is nice, Poland. Cooler weather. Where’s family from?”

“Me?” He blinked, not sure how to answer. Anakin and Naveen both paused to listen in. “Nowhere special, really. It’s a small town called Misty Pines in Virginia. Pretty sure my parents spent their whole lives there!”

Something made Naveen squint his eyes and ask, “What do your parents do?”

But before Cooper could answer, a fierce clinking pierced the chatter inside the banquet hall. All eyes fell upon an older man with salt and pepper hair hunched at a podium in front of the other professors. Each of his lanky arms stretched like branches from a tree as he lifted his glass into the air. His was the only Blue Ridge uniform with black and purple trim. Right away, Cooper recognized him from the painted portraits hanging on the walls of their suite.

With a raised chin, the man cleared his throat and panned across the four 6th grade tables, making it a priority to lock eyes with as many as he could. Cooper couldn’t keep the chills running down his arms when the man swept his gaze over him.

“My name is Headmaster Robinson,” he said. “Welcome to Blue Ridge Academy.”

***

Headmaster Robinson’s smile made Roman shiver in his seat. The stripes of gray in their principal’s hair, along with the fierce gleam in his eye, reminded Roman of a tiger hunting for prey.

When Headmaster Robinson spoke about the four Houses of Blue Ridge, it was with great pride as he explained their meanings: Valentia, red house of Bravery; Sagesse, blue house of Wisdom; Ehre, green house of Honor; and finally, his own—Fuerza, purple house of Strength.

Everyone cheered loudest for their own house, and their applause swelled like a crashing wave inside the banquet hall. Roman joined the Fuerzas in pounding their fists on the purple table cloths in a show of might. There was no doubt about it. Fuerza was the best house to be in.

Roman paused in his cheering to take in his suitemates. First there was Ivan. Roman wasn’t convinced Ivan was really in 6th grade. The kid was huge and built like a tank, and he already had the faint outlines of a mustache on his upper lip. He was so lucky. Even his voice was husky—a lot more like Xavier’s than the rest of their squeaky little-boy voices.

Then there was Wyatt. He thumped the table with the rest of the Fuerzas, but each of his strikes came about as loudly as Wyatt spoke, which hadn’t been much at all. Actually, Roman thought, had he even heard Wyatt speak a full sentence since dinner started? He’d have to figure out a way to get him to talk. Roman found himself admiring Wyatt’s long sandy brown hair and the way he kept it parted in a swoop. He shook the thought from his head before that funny, fluttery feeling that something popped up could settle in his stomach.

As he did, Roman locked eyes with Fielding who gave him a toothy grin. Despite his best efforts, the butterflies hit his stomach anyway.

“Of course,” Headmaster Robinson continued, “each of our houses are led by our extraordinary faculty, who you will continue to meet throughout your long journeys here.”

The professors came up in groups of four, each introducing themselves briefly before stepping back. Professor Bell was met with thunderous applause from many of the upperclassmen around the room. Fielding snickered and poked him in the side.

“Roman, now’s your chance. Tackle him before he gets away!”

“How about I tackle you?” Roman shot back.

Other than the abundance of love for Professor Bell, most of the teachers at Blue Ridge were greeted about the same until a man stepped up with black, wiry hair that fell like strings from his head, Professor Gray. Hushed whispers filled the room.

Fielding only shrugged when Roman looked to him for answers. None of the 6th graders understood the sudden shift in mood until fragments of words reached Romans ears:

“…why would they…”

“…not even alumni…”

“…only professor…”

“…not one of us…”

Professor Gray’s face remained stoic as Headmaster Robinson returned to the podium. As he cleared his throat for silence, it took longer for the tables to quiet, but in the end, all eyes fell back on the leader of the school.

“Before we begin our celebration tonight, I would like to take a moment to introduce this year’s scholarship student, offered as always to an incoming 6th grader in the community. I expect you will all give the warmest of welcomes to this year’s recipient, Cooper Morrow.”

Even without Headmaster Robinson gesturing to Valentia’s table, there was no way Roman could have missed the expressions of shock, confusion, and disgust aimed toward the wavy-haired boy hanging his head.

The uncomfortable silence was only made worse by the occasional burst of halfhearted applause. The same stigma around Professor Gray would stick to this kid like molasses. There were those who belonged, and those who couldn’t.

“Lastly, I would remind you all of your responsibility in upholding Blue Ridge’s code of conduct. You will find all of this information in your handbooks found in your dorms later tonight with your belongings. Failure to obey these rules could lead to immediate expulsion.”

Roman scoffed under his breath at the idea. He wished. If he thought there was a way to get Xavier out of the picture, he’d take it in a heartbeat. Maybe if Xavier made his life miserable at Blue Ridge, Roman could break the rules himself and get away for good.

When Headmaster Robinson finished, the doors to the banquet hall burst open, and a line of kitchen staff dressed in white buttoned shirts streamed inside. In their arms were plates stuffed with mashed potatoes dressed with buttery gravy, a brown sugar bake over sweet potato casserole, and pyramids of fresh, steaming bread rolls. As Roman dug into the food with the others at his table, it was like entering food heaven. Even Ivan looked satisfied as he stuffed his face.

Across the room, Roman locked eyes with Xavier at the 8th grade tables. The moment he did, his brother ducked his head, pretending to busy himself with the food on his plate as the Fuerzas around him laughed. As if reminding Roman who was responsible, the pain from his bruise reared its ugly head. Xavier didn’t want anything to do with him at Blue Ridge. He’d made that painfully clear.

After his plates were emptied and cleared, Roman forced a smile and gave Fielding a playful shove.

“You about ready or what? I’m beat!”

Fielding’s eyes brightened. “Sure, if you’re ready. How about you guys?”

Ivan frowned as the waitstaff took his plate from the table, but Wyatt gave a silent thumbs up for the both of them. Roman refused to glance Xavier’s way as they stood from their seats and pushed the chairs in.

Outside the banquet hall, the dim glow from the electric lanterns hanging on the walls made every corner dance in thick shadows. More than once, Fielding brushed against his arm as they walked back to their suite.

“This place gives me the creeps at night,” Fielding whispered beside him.

“Yeah, bet you don’t wanna wind up lost around here.”

“No kidding,” Fielding agreed.

An image of the Valentia boy, Cooper, flashed through Roman’s mind, and he was thankful to have his suitemates by his side. Making the walk together helped put his nerves at ease. And above all, as he climbed the seven flights of stairs with his suitemates, Roman was especially thankful, for the first time in a while, not to feel utterly alone.

End Chapter 3

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Boarding School Blues

Boarding School Blues – Chapter 2

Gay, LeviHolland, Plot Only |

Boarding School Blues
By
Levi Holland

Chapter 2

Outside the glass office building, Cooper’s dad glanced through the scheduling and dorm papers until his bushy eyebrows wrinkled with his forehead.

“Forgot your way around here?” Cooper asked.

“Ha ha,” his dad said plainly. “One of my old teachers is now the headmaster. We didn’t have the…greatest understanding.”

“What your father means is that he liked to cause trouble,” his mom said as she plucked the scheduling sheet from his dad’s hands.

“How’d you get in trouble?” Cooper asked, but his dad was quick to raise his hands in self defense.

“Really, it was nothing. Some light pranks, innocent vandalism, that sort of thing. But maybe try to keep a low profile until you get settled in.”

“Cooper,” his mom said, “you’re in Valentia. How exciting!”

His mom pointed to the red, swirling font of Valentia where the words House of Bravery were inscribed beneath.

Cooper didn’t get the big deal. The names didn’t mean anything. They were a silly way to figure out where you were in the castle, that’s all. They didn’t mean he was special in any way.

“Well, it’s no Ehre,” his dad started to say, but a swift elbow from his mom silenced him. “Oww, I mean, Valentia is a great place to end up!”

His mom bent over with her hands on her knees. “Race you to the top?”

As they sprinted down the castle’s corridors to the dorms, they encountered all sorts of lavish furniture and architecture. Cooper had no way to put a value to it all, but it must have been easily more than a hundred times what his own house was worth. It reminded him of the field trip they took back in fourth grade to some dead guy’s fancy estate. Blue Ridge completely dwarfed that building, but its rooms had a lot of similar furniture inside.

Finally they reached the top of Valentia’s spire. Sunlight gleamed through the stained-glass windows and onto the cherry hardwood floor. There was a whole bunch of fancy furniture that looked like something you’d find in his grandma’s place, but Cooper didn’t care about any of that. His eyes were locked onto the TV setup and gaming system in the corner, way bigger and nicer than anything he had back home. At least there’d be something to cure his boredom when he wasn’t in class.

Along the gray, stone walls were towering portraits of dead old guys Cooper didn’t recognize. Most of them looked stern or angry, but the man in the final portrait looked almost bored as he stared off in the distance at something beyond the artist.

“He’s a little grayer now, but that’s definitely Headmaster Robinson,” his dad said.

“Are you gonna get me in trouble for being your son?”

“What? No, of course not. Probably not, anyway. At least, I hope.”

“Great.”

Past the main suite was the largest and shiniest bathroom Cooper had ever seen. His shoes squeaked against the shiny, black marble tiles as he poked his head inside the shower area. On either end was a separate shower head, and Cooper’s stomach squirmed at the idea that he might have to share a shower with another boy he barely knew. At least the toilet had a door for privacy.

Checking his dorm papers again, Cooper headed to the first bedroom, marked with a shiny brass 1 above its door. Giving the door a quick knock, he felt like an idiot when no one answered. Of course they wouldn’t—he was clearly the first new student to arrive in his dorms.

Cooper wondered what his roommate would be like. Hopefully someone funny like Sawyer, or maybe someone who loved to climb like him. Honestly as long as the person wasn’t a jerk, Cooper would be happy. The last thing he needed was another Buttface Johnson in his life.

Inside the bedroom, two twin beds draped in red covers faced each other on opposite ends of the room, with a separate nightstand and dresser for each, along with a small joint walk-in closet to share. Like with the suite outside the dorm rooms, sunlight bathed the room through the tall window against the wall. The bedroom was huge, big enough to squeeze two or three of his own bedrooms inside.

Cooper wondered how he might decorate his side of the room. Or would his new roommate want to do something together?

Turning around, he was startled to see his parents standing together, smiling as his mom rested her head against his dad’s shoulder.

“My little man,” his mom whispered.

“Mom,” he groaned, “It’s just 6th grade. Really, I’ll be fine.”

His words trailed off, and before Cooper could put up any more false bravado, he tackled his parents at the same time they smothered him in a hug. The perfume from his mom filled his nostrils, and he nearly cried, realizing he wouldn’t get to hold his parents for the next few months after they left.

“We’re going to miss you so much,” his mom said.

“Be sure to write us all the time,” his dad said before kissing the top of his head.

“Remember your schedule—opening ceremony at 6 o’clock.”

“Give yourself plenty of time to get there.”

“Maybe go with a buddy.”

Cooper’s head was spinning with his parents’ last minute instructions. “Guys! I love you both, but really. I think I’ll be okay. Dad, if you survived this school, I think I can manage.”

“What does that mean?” his dad asked.

“I think,” his mom said, taking her husband’s hand, “Cooper’s got a good head on his shoulders. He’s smart, brave, friendly. He’s a perfect fit.”

Cooper smiled at his mom, and in the quiet, his dad asked, “And I’m not those things?”

They all turned their heads as someone stomped up the final stairs to the top floor of the suite.

“Phew, finally! Out of the way! Coming through!”

Cooper’s parents parted like clouds on a breezy day as a tall mousy-faced boy with high, rounded cheeks reached the landing. His brown, styled hair was neatly arranged in a swoop as the ends of each strand curled up. The yellow infinity scarf sitting on the boy’s shoulders began a chain of strange, mismatched patterns, styles, and colors in all of his clothes. It was like the kid chucked a handful of darts to see which clothes he was supposed to wear that day.

Peering down at the papers in his hands, the boy looked up and seemed to finally notice Cooper standing in the doorway of Room 1. He looked back down, scanned the papers with his finger one last time, and crumpled the papers in his pocket.

“You must be my roommate,” the boy said as he strolled up to Cooper. “The name’s Anakin Adams.”

Cooper froze, staring at the boy’s outstretched hand. This was his new roommate? Definitely not what he was expecting.

“You’re supposed to shake it,” Anakin said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

When Cooper shook the kid’s hand, his arm was nearly rattled from its socket.

“Nice swag, by the way.” Anakin walked a circle around Cooper, giving his clothes an appraising glance like he was ready to auction them off. “Very street urban.”

“Uhh, thanks?” he said. “I’m Cooper. Cooper Morrow. So is your name, like, from Star Wars or something?”

He figured all kids from rich families must have had strange names.

Anakin shrugged. “I guess. It’s definitely more my parents’ thing though. I only really like the lightsaber fights. Check it out. Is this our room?”

Stepping past Cooper, Anakin inspected their bedroom, while Cooper walked back to give his parents one last hug goodbye. He wasn’t convinced Anakin would be the forever friends that his dad and Oskar were, but at least their first conversation hadn’t gone down in flames.

One of his dad’s knees cracked as he stooped down.

“Remember what I said about your Headmaster,” he said. “He’s a good man, but a strict one. Just keep that in mind.”

“I will, Dad. I love you.”

“And please try not to do anything reckless. No climbing trees!”

After embracing one last time, Cooper fought the urge to chase after his parents as they finally descended the rounding staircase to the base of Valentia’s spire. As their footsteps faded among the growing voices from other students below, Cooper prayed he wasn’t making a terrible mistake by staying at Blue Ridge.

***

Roman climbed the seven long flights of Fuerza’s spire alone.

The only way forward was to harden his heart. That was how he would survive. Even still, he nearly cried out as his mom drove away down Blue Ridge’s long driveway. Now it was just him.

Without much to do until the opening ceremonies, Roman figured he might as well see what his home for the next ten months would look like, so he followed the student map in his hands until he reached the boys’ section of housing, and then, Fuerza’s spire.

As he climbed, Roman prayed Xavier wasn’t in his suite. Or if he was, Roman hoped he wouldn’t be seen. The rounded stairs hugged the outside wall of the spire with a small landing at the start of each suite. When he reached the floor for the 8th graders, he paused. He thought he might have heard some snickering from further inside, but after peeking around the entranceway and seeing no one there, Roman dashed up the remaining steps, wincing with each sharp, jabbing pain at his ribs.

At the top, the suite for the 6th graders was identical to the ones he’d passed along the way. Fuerza’s purple colors lined all the carpet and furniture. The silence and sunlight pouring through the window was calming. No one would bother him here. As expected, his bags hadn’t been brought up yet. He remembered something about the front office lady saying they’d be there after dinner, but it didn’t matter. There was nothing inside that Roman needed right away.

Instead, he went to the bathroom, where his shoes squeaked like a trapped mouse with every step. The counter top held two sinks beneath a wide, frameless mirror. Lifting the tail of his shirt, Roman grimaced as the purple-plum bruise appeared. He could almost see the contours of Xavier’s knuckles along his ribs. Every deep breath was another painful reminder.

Roman hated the way the boy in the mirror stared back at him—hated how much his pointed face, his blond hair, and steely blue eyes were spitting images of Xavier’s. Along the walls of his house were pictures of their father around their age—his mom always joked that if their dad could be plucked from those photos, she could pass the three of them off as brothers.

Roman buried his fingernails into his palm and slammed the top of the counter.

Leaving the bathroom behind, Roman went to Room 2 and closed the door shut before picking the bed closest to the window overlooking the campus. He wasn’t sure how long he sat huddled on the purple covers, staring blankly at the forest-covered mountains in the distance. Maybe if he didn’t move long enough, he’d be forgotten about, left alone. Maybe he’d even disappear entirely. No one would miss him.

Even as new voices and footsteps reached him from the suite, Roman didn’t move. What was the point? He began to wonder whether the window pane at the top of Fuerza’s tall spire might open up when his bedroom door barged open and thunked against the wall.

Standing in the doorway was a pale boy in clear-framed glasses. He ran a hand through his curling, strawberry-blonde hair before locking eyes with Roman on the corner bed.

“Oh,” was all the boy said, his expression a mixture of surprise and something Roman didn’t recognize. The boy’s eyes danced over Roman’s body before he stammered with a blush and backed out of the bedroom.

A flurry of voices argued outside before the boy returned, this time herded along by a woman with long hair the same orangey shade as the kid’s.

“Ahem,” the woman coughed, giving his shoulders a firm squeeze.

“I-I’m sorry I left without introducing myself,” the boy said, his eyes anywhere but on Roman. “I’m Fielding Everest.”

What an unusual name, Roman thought, glancing between the boy and his mother, although he supposed his own name wasn’t exactly common either.

“Delighted to meet you, dear,” Fielding’s mom said with a buttery smile that stirred something up inside Roman.

“Roman,” he managed, figuring he should actually get off the bed and introduce himself properly. “Roman Jacobs.”

The woman’s eyes grew wide in recognition. “I think I know your father! Well, my wife actually, but Jacobs, as in the director, Gerard Jacobs?”

“Mom,” Fielding said, “stop.”

“Oh, hush,” the woman said, conking the side of her son’s head.

Roman nodded and she came up to shake his hand. Actually, shake was putting it mildly. Both her hands gripped Roman’s, and it looked as if the woman might cry. This was never a reaction he’d gotten before. Whenever people were interested in his father, they spoke to him, not Roman.

Mrs. Everest squeezed him in a hug, and Roman’s face smushed against her pillowy breasts. They were suffocating, and he fought the urge to push the woman away as he stood stiffly with his arms at his side.

“Mom, boundaries!” Fielding shouted, and Roman caught the tail end of a southern drawl in his raised voice.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and stepped back to wipe the tears from her eyes. “You’ll never know how grateful we are to your father. He was my wife’s big break. Ahh, look at me. Such a mess. Excuse me.”

The two boys waited awkwardly as the sound of nostrils blowing into a tissue reached them from the bathroom. Fielding still refused to really look at Roman, so he tried breaking the ice instead.

“Moms, right?” Roman offered. “Always doing embarrassing stuff like that.”

Fielding offered a meek smile, finally looking up at him. “Tell me about it.”

“So, your mom’s…”

Fielding’s face flushed. “Yeah, she’s gay. That’s not a problem, is it?”

“I was going to say an actress, but no,” Roman said. “Of course not. Why would it matter?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Fielding said with enough sting to make Roman flinch. The drawl was back in his voice, but Fielding relaxed his shoulders and frowned. “Sorry, it’s just some people have issues with them. With—”

Fielding’s mom came back, her face now cleaned up, and she stretched her jaw like she was trying to wake herself up.

“Well, I guess this is it,” she said. “I’ve got to take care of a few things before I go, but try not to get into too much trouble. I love you, sunshine.”

Roman heard the muffled groan even as Mrs. Everest smothered her son in a full-bodied hug. Seeing the two of them burned something inside Roman, and he turned away. What did he care how other families were?

After she left, Roman was ready to continue quietly ignoring each other, but Fielding seemed to have other plans in mind.

“So, why were you sitting up here all alone?”

“I…uhh…” Roman paused, not sure what to say. His mind flashed to Xavier, the aching bruise on his ribs, the emptiness inside his chest, the window. “I don’t know.”

“Well, come on, let’s go outside. It’s a nice day, and I saw some kids throwing a Frisbee.”

“I don’t know,” Roman said again, worried Xavier might see him and ruin things.

“Is that all you know how to say?” Fielding asked. “Come on, let’s go.”

Before Roman could protest, Fielding grabbed his hand before running the opposite way, tugging Roman with him. It annoyed him at first, being pulled along by this kid he barely knew, but seeing the way Fielding’s smile lit his face, a different emotion fluttered through his heart as their hands clasped together too perfectly. Maybe this once, he could take a chance and see where things led.

When they reached the first of many steps at the top of the spire, Fielding shouted, “Last one there’s a rotten egg!”

“Oh, you’re on!”

They scurried past Mrs. Everest and a few other families before jumping the final steps. As they ran, Roman began to pull ahead, not far now from the large stone staircase leading down to the grassy fields. He was just about to turn back and taunt Fielding, when a figure stepped from around the corner.

“Woah, hey!” Moving too fast to stop, Roman recognized too late the navy suit of one of Blue Ridge’s professors. When they collided, a handful of papers sprang up and careened like feathers to the ground as the man fell back on his butt.

A sinking pit spread through Roman’s stomach. Not an hour into his time at Blue Ridge, and already he was done for. He scrambled to collect the papers, but the man stopped him.

“Really, it’s fine.” The man’s eyes widened with recognition as he took a good look at Roman, and he laughed. “Well, if you aren’t the spitting image of Xavier. You know, I think I remember him saying he had a brother on the way.”

Roman shook his head in confusion.

The man seemed almost disappointed as he pointed to his face. “Professor Bell? Xavier’s math tutor? Surely, he’s mentioned me.”

This was Professor Bell? Back when Xavier was happy to share about his life at Blue Ridge, the name Professor Bell popped up often. He’d always sounded like one of the cool professors, and Roman just tackled him to the ground. Great.

“He’s mentioned you before,” Roman mumbled, trying to avoid the man’s stare. God, what an idiot he was.

Professor Bell brushed any potential dirt clinging to his suit pants before waving it off. “Well, I would have preferred our hellos to be done in the classroom, but it’s a pleasure all the same. Do me a favor? Try not to plow anyone else over.”

Professor Bell walked away, but before he left their sight, a hand reached back to rub his tailbone.

Beside him, Fielding smacked a floppy hand into Roman’s chest. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you just did that!”

“Shut up,” Roman muttered.

“You were like, ‘Whoosh,’ and he was like, ‘Watch out!’ and then BAM! I thought you were gonna get expelled for sure!”

“I said, shut up!” Roman shouted. “Anyways, you wish I had gotten expelled.”

Fielding’s eyebrows furrowed. “Huh? Why’s that?”

“Because that was your only chance to beat me!”

Before Fielding could react, Roman sprinted the remaining distance outside to the fields, breaking through the threshold and into the sunlight.

End Chapter 2

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The Cam Games – Part two

First Time, Gay, Masturbation, Oral, Teens, True, Tweens, Voyeur |

The Cam Games
by
Jason Crow

The Cam Games – Part two

“You sure they’re asleep?” Brody asked as we quietly crept out of bed and booted the laptop.

“Yeah. Mom probably took her sleeping pills, and Dad never gets up once he’s in bed.”

“Cool!”

We had decided to ditch our shirts but kept our sweats and underwear on. We didn’t want to make it too easy for Mandy.

“Hey, guys!” Mandy said enthusiastically when our Zoom session came online, and she openly checked us out, “Looking good!”

She was in a hot red bra laced around the edges and looked smoking hot! Her broad smile, as she checked us out made her look even sexier.

“Hey, you! What’s with the bra?” Brody asked.

Mandy laughed and said, “You’ll have to earn that one, guys.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

“What kind of challenges do you have in mind? Nathan and I have been talking about it, and we’re curious…”

“I’ll let you know in a minute. Just know you can each earn fifty bucks when you complete one.”

“Yeah… You said so earlier. But if I have to stick my dick in a meat grinder for that, it won’t be worth fifty bucks. You know what I mean?”

“Duh! But don’t worry. I promise it won’t be anything like that!” Mandy said, “Tell you what… why don’t we start out with the first challenge. This one is simple. Get completely naked and show me.”

I looked at Brody, and he simply nodded. Brody said, “Sure! We’ll do that. But only if you take off your bra and show us your tits.”

“Oh!? Is that all?” Mandy smiled, and her screen went black.

I didn’t know why she had to turn off her camera to remove clothes, but frankly, I didn’t care. When she came back online, she was topless again, and I heard both Brody and myself softly suck in a breath. We ditched our sweats, and moments later, I was eyeing Brody’s boner again, and I could see he was doing the same.

“Stand up and back a little. I can’t see you this way.”

Brody and I got to our feet and made sure to stand in the frame. With our hips touching, we stood there, and I placed my left arm over Brody’s shoulder. Now we were standing there almost in the same position as yesterday. Mandy looked pleased and almost purred when she said, “Yes! Nice…”

“We’re done?” I asked.

“Almost. Now you have to grab your dick and give it a couple of tugs as if you’re jerking off.”

This time, I didn’t hesitate. My right hand gripped my boner, and I slowly slid it up and down over my rock-hard pole. It was sexy as fuck to do this in front of this hot girl and with my best friend’s body touching mine. I looked down at the action, and seeing both of us jack slowly, showing off our nude bodies, sent shivers down my spine.

“Fucking hot, guys!”

I was already feeling the familiar build-up. I wasn’t close or anything, but I wouldn’t last very long, either. So I asked, “Do we need to go, like… all the way?”

“No. This is fine. You can stop now. Challenge completed!”

“Already?” Brody asked.

“Yep! I’ll send you the first cards now.”

Moments later, the buzzing of our phones confirmed the arrival of the cards. This was easy! And I was getting used to being naked. And since Brody didn’t bother with getting dressed, neither did I.

Without wanting to sound too eager, I asked, “Are there more challenges?”

“Sure! Ready for more?” Mandy asked.

“Bring it on!” I said, and Brody just nodded.

“Listen up. I already warned you about the challenges. So don’t freak out, okay?”

“Uh, oh…” Brody said, overly exaggerating his worries.

But to be honest, I was a bit anxious about what she was planning. So I had my guard still up as I waited for her to tell us about our next assignment.

“You guys need to face each other, and…” her dramatic pause was more comical than it made me anxious. But when she said, “Jerk each other for thirty seconds while you make out,” my heart skipped a beat.

“What?” I asked, a little too loud.

“Don’t worry, Bro!” Brody said and smiled warmly, “We’ve got this!”

He turned to his right to face me, and the camera faced his left side. My heart was in my throat from excitement, but I didn’t want to let on that I actually wanted to know what it was like to be jerked.

“Alright… I guess…” I said, acting insecure and turning to face him.

Brody looked me in my eyes, and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes was all the encouragement I needed.

“Go for it,” Mandy said softly.

A second later, it was almost as if a shot of electricity hit me on my dick. I wasn’t prepared for this sensation but couldn’t suppress a low moan when Brody’s fingers wrapped around my shaft.

“It’s warm…” Brody whispered.

This was the first time since I was a toddler that someone else touched my dick. And the great tingles that spread throughout my lower body were so mind-blowing that the mental block I had with touching another boy’s dick completely vanished.

So I tentatively reached out with my right hand. My fingers brushed Brody’s dickhead, and he sharply sucked in a breath. But the spongy and pointy tip of his cock was so interesting that I didn’t want to stop there. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and was amazed at how hard and, at the same time, soft it felt in my fingers.

This was something I never realized when I gripped my own cock. Sure, it was hard. But the soft skin surrounding it was always ‘just there’ and went unnoticed. As I was feeling him up, the fact that he was a little thinner but longer than me was immediately clear. But other than that, his dick felt remarkably the same as mine. And I LOVED feeling him sliding up and down in my fist.

“This is hot! But you also have to make out, guys…” Mandy softly said.

At this point, I didn’t care if making out with Brody was gay or not. I was horny. His hand on my cock was hot, and jerking him was maybe even hotter. So I looked him in his eyes, and the way he looked at me told me he was in the same place as I was.

I tilted my head to the right, and another bolt of electricity shot through my body when our lips touched. Focusing on jerking and kissing him simultaneously was difficult, so I decided to focus on our first kiss. The sensations on my dick were there, no matter what. And I could always jerk off after this. But kissing was something we’d never do if we weren’t ‘forced’ like this.

Right before we started kissing, I saw the clock in the corner of the screen. And in my head, I mentally started counting down from thirty. I liked doing this SO MUCH, but I didn’t want to give Mandy more than she’d pay for.

About fifteen seconds in, Brody’s lips parted, and his tongue pressed against my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and pushed against his tongue with mine. If I thought kissing and jerking was amazing, Frenching and jerking was infinitely better!

Brody and I moaned into each other’s mouths. His fist was now massaging my dickhead, and a tingle shot from my balls to my asshole. I wasn’t cumming yet. Far from it, amazingly. But this tingle in my balls almost felt the same.

My inner countdown was at zero, but I didn’t want to quit yet. So we went at it for another five seconds before I reluctantly pulled back. I opened my eyes, and after Brody opened his, we looked deep into each other’s eyes for a moment. His eyes got a wicked look as our heads moved away from each other.

There was the sticky fluid I knew well by now between my fingers. Only this time, it didn’t come from my dick. After a moment of hesitation, I rubbed it between my thumb and index finger and stuck it in my mouth. Both Mandy and Brody were looking at each other, so I figured I wouldn’t be noticed doing this.

Brody’s cum tasted almost exactly the same as mine. But the naughtiness of having my friend’s precum in my mouth added another level to the experience.

“How did we do?” Brody asked Mandy, and he was panting from the intensity of what we just did.

“Another fifty bucks for the two of you! Well deserved, guys!”

Two pings from our phones confirmed the arrival of the cards. I wasn’t going to say this, but I wouldn’t mind doing these things without being paid.

“What’s next?” I heard myself hoarsely ask.

“Uhh…” Mandy said, “You’ll have to…”

Her pause was getting on my nerves, so I said, “Just spit it out.”

“Look. I’ll double the gift cards. So it’s a hundred bucks for each of you.”

“Do we have to kill someone?” Brody asked with a broad smile.

In the corner of my eye, I saw him scratch his balls absentmindedly, and a drop of precum was hanging from the tip of his slightly softening boner. But the fact that Mandy was willing to pay us double worried me a little.

“Of course not, silly,” she giggled, “you each have to…” she cleared her throat and said, “Give the other a thirty-second blowjob.”

My heart stopped beating for a second when I heard this. Did I have to put Brody’s dick in my mouth? What if it tasted like piss? But then again… I’d have my first-ever blowjob too… But this was definitely gay…

This was all a bit of a mindfuck. But when Brody said without hesitation, “Okay. We’ll do that,” butterflies filled my belly.

I could only nod at the camera, but Brody kept talking, “But you’ll have to show us how you finger yourself!”

“Deal!”

Her screen went black, and Brody whispered in my ear, “This will be SO hot! We’ll see her pussy!”

“Yeah…” I timidly replied.

Seeing her fingering her pussy would be hot, and I’d sign up for that at any time. But sucking off my best friend was more on top of my mind now. Seeing how Brody reacted to all of this was both unexpected and comforting. Apparently, he wasn’t concerned with sucking each other off being gay. And he also didn’t make it a secret that he liked what we did. I was thrilled that I wasn’t the only one enjoying what we did.

We simultaneously sucked in a breath when her camera came back online. We were looking at the middle section of her body. At the top, her boobs were still almost entirely showing, and the image ended a bit below her butt.

She had spread her legs and parted her lips with her fingers. The index finger of her right hand was rubbing the top of her slit. Because of that, we couldn’t clearly see it, but it was evident she was rubbing her clit.

“Wow… That’s fucking awesome!” Brody said softly.

“I’ll keep doing this while you do your part. Maybe I’ll even cum from watching you…” she said seductively.

“I’ll go first,” Brody said and didn’t leave room for arguing as he knelt down in front of me.

“Who will be timing?” I asked as my heart tried beating out of my chest.

“You’ll do it. I’ll be too busy here.”

I grabbed my phone and opened the timer. I set it to thirty seconds and hovered my thumb above the start button. I looked down at Brody sitting at my feet. He looked up at me, and a look of horniness and anticipation oozed from his face. My dick twitched hard from watching this, and I couldn’t wait for my dick to disappear into his mouth.

Brody looked at the screen and asked, “Can you see it all this way?”

“Ohh yesss… I can see it, alright. Ready when you are!”

Brody looked up at me again and, without hesitation, grabbed my dick at its base and pointed it toward his mouth.

“Three, two, one…” I said and pressed start.

But I never took my eyes off Brody’s face during this countdown. It was as if I watched him move in slow motion as he opened his mouth and moved his head forward. All I could hear was the beating of my heart, and all I could see were his lips as they wrapped themselves around my glans.

The warmth surrounding my cock as his lips moved further down was unexpected but extremely pleasant. I briefly tore my eyes away from his lips and looked at his eyes. He looked deep into mine as he took more and more of my cock in his mouth, and a twinkle in the corner of his eye told me he enjoyed this tremendously.

26… 25… I kept an eye on the timer as I felt a drop of precum leave the tip of my dick. I was worried that this would put off Brody, but when a moan resonated on my dick, and he kept going, I knew he was fine with it.

The tip of my dick touched the top of Brody’s mouth, and he must’ve been running out of throat quickly. That much registered in my brain. 22… 21… Brody’s nose touched my pubes, and it was now obvious my whole cock fit inside his mouth. He didn’t gag or anything, and the warm moist surrounding my dick was better than anything I could ever imagine at that time.

He started moving his head back, and my dick started sliding out. His teeth briefly touched my shaft, but it was nowhere near painful. I read stories about it being painful, but Brody knew he had to be careful. It was barely there, but it was actually kind of a turn-on.

18… 17… my dick was now almost completely visible again, and only my dickhead was still inside my best friend’s mouth.

Brody’s eyes moved down from mine, and he started focusing on my shaft and pubes. 15… 14… Brody sucked a little but moved his head forward to let me back in completely. As he did this, his tongue lapped over the underside of my glans and later my shaft.

“Ooohhhh…” I moaned as I had a hard time focusing on the timer.

“Fucking hot, guys…” Mandy softly said.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw she was still busy fingering herself. But despite what I expected earlier, I wasn’t that interested in that at the moment. Looking down at my cock sliding in and out of my best friend’s mouth was far more fascinating.

11… 10… I had a difficult time holding still. My hips wanted to push forward and drive my throbbing cock deep into this wonderful place. But I knew better than to do that. Instead, I kept moaning and groaning softly, urged on by the slobbering sounds of my sucking friend and the moans of the fingering girl on the monitor.

Brody gripped one of my ass cheeks and pushed me deeper into his mouth. 7… 6… my dick hit the back of his throat and slid into something tight. But Brody immediately pulled back, and I could see his eyes water. But he kept on going like nothing had happened.

4… 3… as his hand still gripped my ass, his other hand grabbed my balls and gently started toying with them. “Oh, fuck! This is hot…” Mandy murmured, but I couldn’t care less. I wasn’t close to cumming, but it wasn’t far away either. But the great thing was that it almost felt like I was cumming the entire time Brody sucked me off.

Brody was bobbing up and down as the timer approached zero. 1… 0… I hesitated a moment, but this had to be fair, so I tapped him on his head, and he pulled back.

The hand that was cupping my balls grabbed my dick by its base, and my dick left his mouth completely. It was covered with spit and glistening in the light of the monitor.

Brody looked up at me and smiled broadly. As he let go of my dick, he said, “My turn!”

We were still looking at Mandy’s pussy with her fingers working the insides of her folds. It was hot to watch, but I wanted to know what it was like to have my friend’s throbbing cock in my mouth. Mandy moaned softly and said, “Keep going! I’m getting close…”

This snapped us out of our trance, and I dropped to my knees as Brody stood to his feet. We didn’t do this deliberately, but it must’ve been a funny sight to watch.

In front of my face, Brody’s dick pointed upward, slightly bouncing up and down with each heartbeat. Seeing it up close made me realize that his dick didn’t look that different from mine. Sure, it was a little longer, but the blue vein on top looked like mine. The place where his dickhead met his shaft was a little longer, but other than that, it looked like mine. His pubes were a little denser than mine but not much different. His pointy dickhead was actually the biggest difference from me. Mine was blunt and broad. His was slender and pointy.

This observation took me just a few moments, and Brody’s “Ready?” above me was my cue to finally get started. I was a little scared the taste would put me off, but judging by how Brody reacted to me, I was less afraid than when we just started.

I reached out with my hand, and my fingers trembled when they gripped my friend’s dick by its base. While Brody kept looking at me as he slipped his mouth over my dick, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the rigid pole jutting from his groin.

I opened my mouth and moved forward. The moment Brody finished the countdown, my lips touched his glans. Its soft, sponge-like texture was interesting, to say the least. My lips opened wider, and I moved my head forward to let him enter my mouth.

When my tongue touched the tip of his dick, I was pleased it didn’t taste like piss. Far from it! I actually liked how it tasted. More like… skin with a hint of saltiness. And when a drop of precum came out and hit my tastebuds, another shot of electricity shot through my body.

Brody softly counted down like I did, but I couldn’t care less. I’d suck him for as long as it took for him to cum. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel what it was like when he shot his cum down my throat. I wanted to feel his cock twitch and…

A soft moan shook me out of my trance, and I slowly but deliberately took more and more of him in my mouth. My tongue was lapping over and under his cockhead, and my lips moved over the veins of his hard dick.

Another big glob of precum came out, causing me to moan involuntarily. My fingers let go of his dick’s base, and my hand moved to cup his balls. My other hand grabbed him by his ass, and I marveled at the softness of his skin and the firmness of his muscles.

I hadn’t planned on deep-throating him, and the way Brody reacted when he tried it with me wasn’t exactly appealing either. But somehow, I needed to try. I read some stories online about blowjobs and how you needed to relax your throat, so I might as well try to put this into practice.

So when his tip was at the entrance of my throat, I inhaled deeply through my nose, tried to relax, and moved my head forward. His pointy tip entered my throat, and I had to suppress a gag reflex, but I quickly recovered. A minor popping sensation and another gag reflex confirmed he was in. This, combined with a loud moan from my friend, made me feel proud and powerful.

I gently squeezed his balls, and when my nose hit his pubic bone, and his pubes tickled my upper lip, It was clear this was it. Brody placed one hand on my head, and his pelvis started moving back. I assumed this was happening on instinct, but I would have none of this. I was in control here, not Brody. So my hand on his ass pushed him back, and he immediately got the idea. Within a heartbeat, he was completely inside me again.

I moved my head back and forth a few times, causing him to moan each time he entered me. But my throat started feeling sore after a while, so I moved back and let him slip from my mouth. His dick almost slapped against my nose, but I managed to grab its base before it slapped against his belly.

I started licking from his balls to his tip while I looked him in the eyes. The look on his face was one of pure lust. I had no experience at this point, but that look was clear as day. I kept on licking it like a popsicle when he whispered, “five… four…”

I didn’t hesitate and wrapped my lips around his head, and lapped furiously over his dickhead. I was once again treated with lots of precum, which I swallowed eagerly.

Moments later, he tapped me on my shoulder, but this didn’t register. I kept blowing him and loved every minute of it.

He tapped my shoulder again and softly said, “It’s time, Nate.”

Reluctantly, I pulled my head back and looked at the glistening boner of my best friend. I wanted more but needed to find a way to finish and where Brody would let me do it.

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” I whispered as I got to my feet.

Brody gave me a knowing smile, and we looked at the webcam again. Mandy had moved the camera, and we were looking at her face again.

“Fucking hot, you guys! I came twice while watching you!”

“Glad to be of service,” Brody smiled, his boner still bouncing with the beating of his heart.

“There’s one thing left, right?” Mandy said with a wicked smile.

“What do ya mean?” I asked.

“The money shot…” was her simple reply.

“Oh…”

“Another fifty bucks when you jack and shoot so I can see it, but…”

“Uh oh…” Brody said.

“Since you two are SO good at this, I’ll make it a hundred bucks when you make the other cum…”

This comment lingered a bit. I knew I wanted this, and since we already crossed a lot of lines this evening, there was no way we’d give up on another hundred dollars. But I still didn’t want to look too eager, so I softly said, “I’ll do it if you’ll do it,” and looked at Brody.

He smiled broadly at me, softly squeezed his dick, and said, “Of course I’ll do it!”

We repositioned the camera and figured that the easiest way to it was, with what Brody called, a ‘Reach-around.’

As we proposed this, Mandy said, “I don’t care… As long as I can watch you cum.”

“Who’s first?” I asked.

“Do me first. I’m already on edge after you… you know…”

This was both awkward and a big ego boost at the same time. I mean… I was a great cocksucker, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to brag about it.

I handed Brody the towel, and he laid it on the bed in front of us. I checked out his tight ass when he bend over to grab it, and I liked how white and soft it looked.

Brody sat on his knees, and I scooted up behind him. With my right hand, I reached around him and grabbed his still-slippery cock. The hesitation there was earlier was now entirely out of the window.

I checked the camera to make sure Mandy could see it all. As I started sliding up and down, Brody whispered, “Get closer.”

So I did just that but made sure my cock stayed clear from his ass. It was challenging to find the correct rhythm, but my spit on his dick made it a lot easier to jack him off.

“Closer, Dude,” Brody whispered again after he moaned loudly.

His left hand reached back, grabbed my ass cheek, and pulled me closer. This made me almost lose my balance, but after a little clumsy back-and-forth movement, we were good. My whole body was pressed against Brody’s back, and my precum-leaking cock was trapped between our bodies.

My dick pointed upward, and the underside was nestled between my best friend’s ass cheeks. But sitting like this, I could properly grab his dick, and it was almost as if I was jacking myself this way.

“Ohhhh…” Brody moaned and pressed his body back against mine.

He laid his head on my left shoulder, and his breathing became ragged. A couple of deep and soft, “Oh.. yesss! Ohh… yesss! Ooohhh… yesssss!” Came from his throat, and his lower body started moving all over the place.

But I just kept on pumping his cock. His movement and the friction between our bodies was having its effect on my own cock, but my main focus was on getting off my best friend. And judging by his grunts and how he was now fucking my fist, it wouldn’t take him much longer.

“Oohh!!! I’m…. Ohhh… it’s…” Brody grunted.

I picked up the pace a little, but as soon as I did this, his fucking motion stopped, and his body froze. I felt his dick fatten in my hand, and a heartbeat later, it started twitching furiously. Under my fingers, I felt the first burst of cum shoot through his dick. Brody pressed his head firmly on my shoulder, and a loud hiss filled the room.

I kept pumping, and four more spurts left his dick before I slowed down my pace and gently milked him.

The pressure between our bodies was gone because Brody leaned forward to catch his breath, but I was extremely close to cumming. So close that I actually had to scoot back so Brody wouldn’t accidentally brush against my dick.

I looked at my hand, and there were a few globs of my friend’s clear, watery cum on there. So I made a point of showing it on camera, which made Mandy purr again from excitement.

After Brody got his breath back, he looked back at me and smiled hornily. “Fuck, Dude! That was good!”

I didn’t know how to respond, so I replied with a short, “Cool!”

“Your turn!” he said excitedly and moved over so I could take his spot.

“Go for it!” Mandy said.

Before I could react, Brody’s entire body pressed against my back. His sweaty chest was warm, and his stiff nipples poked against my skin. His semi-hard dick with drops of cum on it was pressed against my lower back, and his shaft was nestled between my cheeks. I fucking LOVED it!!

But when his hand sneaked over my right hip and wasted no time gripping my rigid cock, I heard myself moan.

His left hand and lower arm gripped my chest, and he pulled me firmer against him. I also had to lay my head on his shoulder this way, and when he whispered, “Cum for me,” into my ear, a shiver went through my entire body.

Feeling someone else work my tool like this was beyond everything I ever expected. Brody used almost the same technique as I did when I jacked myself. He focused on the tip but alternated this with long strokes over my shaft. And that twisting motion of his fist was terrific!

“Oh… oh… oh… OHHH…” I heard myself moan as I involuntarily started fucking his fist.

Brody didn’t change the pace or grip. He just kept stroking in a steady motion. Only his barely audible, “Yessss cum!” In my ear was a sign that he knew how close I was.

I’d usually speed up or grip myself firmer at this point. But now that I wasn’t in control, a whole new set of emotions shot through my body. I needed to cum, and I needed it badly. But there was no way I could influence this other than by begging. So I grunted a low “Faster,” but this didn’t make Brody do anything differently.

He kept stroking me slowly but firmly. Tingles shot all through my body by now, and with my right arm, I grabbed Brody’s head and pulled him close to me. But when his tongue started licking my ear, I lost it. The lack of control, the tingles, the build-up of the evening, and the closeness of my best friend pushed me into the end zone.

“AAAAHHHH…” I heard myself moan somewhere in the distance.

“Ah, yessss,” Brody moaned.

I usually kept stroking until the first shot came out, but Brody stopped right before that. This put me in some sort of no man’s land for a moment, more like what you’d expect in the eye of a tornado. I was completely over the moon, and my whole body was on edge, but everything froze for a second until my first spurt of watery cum, joined Brody’s on the towel.

Brody’s hand had left my torso and gripped me firmly by my balls. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it enhanced my orgasm significantly.

At least five spurts left my cock, until Brody finally slowed down his pace on my still throbbing cock. I had to lean forward to catch my breath, and the feeling of his hard cock against my lower back and ass caused my boner to twitch furiously again.

“Holy shit,” I grumbled, trying to catch my breath.

Brody held his hand in front of the camera, and Mandy said, “You guys earned every penny! This was SO fucking hot!!”

We simultaneously grumbled a “Thanks…”

“No need to be shy, guys!” Mandy said, “Thanks a lot for the show. I’ll get back to you for more, okay?”

I was a bit surprised by the sudden change in the atmosphere, but since we had both just gotten off, I guessed she had seen enough.

“Sure! Thanks for the fun game!” Brody said as he sat back down on the mattress, “…and the money.”

“You earned it. Bye!” Mandy said cheerfully, and her screen went black.

“Bye!” I said, still a bit out of breath.

Brody and I looked sheepishly at each other, and moments later, we burst out into silly giggling. I glanced down at Brody’s still-hard dick and noticed I was also still stiff as a board. Usually, after I came, my horniness was gone entirely, but looking at our naked bodies, I realized I was still worked up.

And as it turned out, so was Brody. I saw him looking at my cock as he absentmindedly toyed with his pubes. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders after what we did. I wasn’t afraid of being labeled as gay. Heck! I didn’t even know if I was gay or not! I just wanted to have fun.

So I reached out, grabbed Brody’s dick, and looked him in the eyes. “Mind if we have some more fun?” I asked.

I gently pushed Brody onto the mattress, and as I lowered my mouth around his hard cock, he put his hands on my head while I started deep-throating him for the second time that evening. But this was certainly not going to be the last time we had fun together.

* * *

On the other side of the country, the Zoom session was disconnected, and after a deep sigh, the headset came off.

“And? How was it?” a voice said as the sound of approaching footsteps got louder.

“This new deep fake shit is fucking amazing!” a middle-aged, slightly overweight man said as he started loosening his bright-green gimpsuit at his neck.

The man who approached the first checked the computer and said, “Just 640 bucks? What did you get?”

“Oh, I got plenty! If I’d pressed, I think these boys would even do it for free. But it would’ve taken too much time that way.”

“What do you think?” the first man asked.

“At least fifteen grand for this. Maybe more if we cut it at the right moments and make more clips out of it. And I think I might get them to do anal next time, so we might wanna wait for that.”

“Good! What’s next?”

“I’m working on a boy and a girl. Cousins, I think. They’re gonna be online in half an hour. So first, I’m gonna grab some coffee.”

“Sure. Good work! I’m gonna check with Dave. He was working on two girls. That looked promising too.”

“Later…”

The end

Copyright 2023 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

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Author’s note:

I wrote this story because someone sent me three clips of two boys ‘having fun’ in front of a webcam. They seemed to enjoy themselves and had fun like I used to have with my friends when I was younger. Just innocent exploration of their sexuality. Only difference? They did it in front of a camera.

At first, I didn’t think much of it, but then I heard one of them say ‘Euros’ excitedly, and they started doing the next thing. It was in a language I didn’t understand, but it opened my eyes. Someone was paying them to do what they did! This eye-opener is the main reason I wanted to write this story.

So… I’m sorry for the dark-ish ending on this one, but I felt so stupid for falling for this. But I just know I’m not the only one. I’m not trying to be some over-sensitive moralist here, but since the stuff we read on this site isn’t exactly socially accepted, there might be a thin line here, and I feel obliged to speak up.

So… It’s okay to read or fantasize about all this, but when real kids are involved… you know what I mean.

Needless to say, I deleted the clips.

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The Cam Games – Part one

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The Cam Games
by
Jason Crow

The Cam Games – Part one

As the snow flies on a cold and grey Chicago morning, I opened my eyes and looked at my best friend, Brody, lying beside me in bed.

Brody and I have been best friends since kindergarten, and we did everything together. We were both twelve, going on thirteen, hardly ever argued, and had loads of fun together.

This weekend, Brody’s parents were out of town for a short holiday, and asked my parents if Brody could stay with us. Since this happened a couple of times before with me sleeping over at Brody’s place, this wasn’t a problem. My parents were glad they could return the favor.

Our school had planned a teachers day on Friday, causing us to have a long weekend. When his parents noticed this in our schedule, they booked a short vacation to the Bahamas.

So it was Friday morning, and we still had three days and two nights of fun ahead of us. Looking at my best friend lying beside me, my eyes roamed over his skinny chest and tight belly. His outward belly button looked funny compared to my inner one. The Ralph Lauren logo and text on the waistband of his boxers were visible, but right below it, the blanket covered his lower body.

His arms were above his head, and as my eyes moved upward, I checked out his small nipples and ribs, which were now clearly visible as his skin stretched over his torso. I went past his pits, which were just as hairless as mine, and ended on his freckle-covered face.

His eyes moved rapidly behind his closed eyelids, indicating he was about to wake up. I was looking forward to spending three full days together, even though the weather forecast was awful. Snow and heavy winds were predicted, which probably meant three days inside our suburban home. Visiting the city together as we had planned earlier wasn’t going to be an option.

My morning wood was becoming annoying, so I got up quickly and did my business. This way, I wouldn’t have to show my tent to Brody and make us both feel awkward, just like last time when I saw Brody’s tent during a sleepover at their place.

Brody blushed when he saw me looking but didn’t bother covering up. From what I saw then, Brody’s dick seemed bigger than mine, but with it being covered and me not trying to look too obviously at it, I wasn’t sure.

When I got up and walked past the bed toward the bathroom, Brody began to stir. As I pointed my willy down toward the bowl and my bladder emptied itself, I wondered what the days ahead of us would bring. We could play on the PlayStation, but I doubted Mom would allow us to do that all day.

I put my dick back in my boxers and adjusted myself. As I returned to the room, Brody was stretching lazily, and he had kicked down the blanket a little. But it was enough for me to see his tented boxers. Again, I tried not to look at it too obviously, but as I crawled onto the bed next to my best friend, I had a good enough look to be sure he was a bit bigger than me. And I could even make out the rim of his cut dickhead.

It didn’t bother me at all. It was no more than an observation. I was perfectly happy with my dick. I wasn’t exactly small at three and a half inches soft and five hard. At least not according to the sex-ed stuff I read online and at school. According to these books, I had a pretty decent-sized dick for a twelve-year-old.

“Morning!” I said cheerfully as Brody kept stretching and yawning loudly.

Brody grumbled, but the smile on his face was a telltale sign that he was wide awake. He propped himself on his elbows and said, “I need to take a piss.”

He got up, giving me another good look at his tented blue and white-striped boxer briefs. He wiggled his ass at me and giggled loudly as he left the room.

I laid on my back and listened to Brody doing his business. We both laughed loudly as he let one rip. After he flushed, I expected him to come back. But it took longer than usual, so I called out. The moment I did this, he came running into my room, and with a loud, bear-like roar, he jumped onto the bed, threw himself at me, and started tickling me all over. Brody knew all my ticklish spots and went for them as much as possible.

I was squirming uncontrollably on the bed, and during all this roughhousing, he climbed on top of me and straddled my waist. I was gasping for air and yelled, “Stop it!” between my laughs while squirming on the bed.

“Say I’m the greatest!” Brody laughed.

“Never!”

Brody squeezed his legs firmly against my sides and gripped my wrists as my arms were above my head. I was stronger than him, but I couldn’t do much about it since I was out of breath, and he had the upper hand. Brody leaned forward and made an obscene noise deep in his throat. He was creating a big glob of spit, and moments later, I saw it appear between his lips.

I kept squirming in an attempt to free myself. But as I did this, I felt my dick rub against his butt. At the same time, I felt his dick and balls pressed against my belly. I don’t know why, but this triggered something. I felt myself grow stiff and knew there was nothing I could do anymore to stop it from happening.

Brody saw my flushed face, and a questioning look appeared on his face. A few agonizing moments later, he pressed his butt firmly on my now-hard dick, and his look quickly morphed into one of surprise.

I felt movement at the front of his underwear, which was still pressed against my belly, and wondered what would happen next. It was as if time stood still for a couple of moments as we looked at each other.

Brody grinned and rolled off of me. He lay down on the bed next to me and looked at the ceiling. I quickly covered my tent with my hands and stammered, “I uhh… it’s…”

As he put his hands behind his head, not bothering to cover up, he was quiet for a couple of moments before he said, “Yeah… I know… Me too…”

After more moments filled with silence, we looked at each other and bursted into giggles. We were comfortable enough with each other to talk about pretty much everything. I even convinced Brody that he should try to jerk off the moment I discovered the fine art of masturbation.

We just never did stuff like this together. After we were about nine or ten, we didn’t see each other naked anymore. We didn’t do this deliberately, but we heard stories about gay men. In the social circle our parents and we were in, people acted like being gay was okay. But when the opportunity was there, and people spoke their minds, it turned out they thought it was filthy and despicable.

So we were basically taught that being gay was wrong. And we didn’t want to be labeled as gay. That would be social suicide! So when we would have to change into our swimming trunks or change underwear, we would turn our backs toward each other and change quickly. That would take away all the possibilities of being labeled as gay.

So boning up during an underwear-clad wrestling match was one of these things that would definitely qualify as gay. But since we both got hard, and nobody was around to notice, I was okay with leaving it like this. It was awkward, that’s for sure. But judging by Brody’s giggling, he was also fine with letting it go.

“Nathan! Brody!” Mom shouted from downstairs.

“What!?” I asked.

“Breakfast is ready!”

“We’re coming!” I shouted.

We both put on our sweatpants and a T-shirt. This was our usual lounging outfit, and considering the weather outside, there would be a lot of lounging going on today.

The smell of bacon made my mouth water as I entered the kitchen. I sat down at the counter next to Dad, who was reading the newspaper, and said, “Smells good, Mom!”

“It sure does, Mrs. Powel,” Brody added.

Mom just smiled at us and started cleaning the counter. Brody looked at me and urged me on with his eyes. It took me a second to realize what he meant.

“Oh, right,” I mumbled and swallowed my food. “Mom? Can we play on the PlayStation today? I mean… the weather will be bad and…”

“Of course you can, dear. But I think your father and I have a nice surprise for you,” she said, looking at Dad, who got up and walked into the hallway.

I had no idea what the surprise would be, so I looked questioningly at Brody, who shrugged and pulled about the same face as me.

Dad came back with a box in his hand. It was gift-wrapped and had a big red ribbon tied around it.

“What’s this??” I asked, completely clueless, and I looked at Brody.

“Here you go, Son,” Dad said as he handed me the box with a proud smile on his face.

“You need one for school in a couple of weeks anyway…” Mom said as I eagerly unwrapped the box.

“A NEW LAPTOP!!” I shouted excitedly.

I got up and tightly hugged Mom and Dad. This was totally unexpected but SO cool!

“Thank you!” I said, bouncing with joy.

“You’re welcome, dear! You need one for school, so your dad and I discussed it. This one had a nice discount and fits the specs. And considering the weather this weekend, we thought the two of you could…”

I didn’t let her finish and hugged her again. This was precisely the laptop I wanted, and now I had it! I looked at my parents as they smiled warmly at me.

“You can still play on the PlayStation if you want…” Dad said as he softly punched me on my shoulder.

“But there will be some rules about that laptop after this weekend…” Mom said, trying to sound stern.

“Of course,” I said, “but… WOW! Thank you SO much!”

After more hugs and Dad’s announcement that he was off to work, Brody and I went upstairs to my room.

“This is so cool, Dude!” he said as I placed the laptop on my desk.

“No shit! I never expected this. I mean… I knew I’d get one for school but figured I’d have to wait until next year.”

“What are we gonna do now?”

We spent the next hour and a half connecting to the WiFi, installing updates and software, and exploring our current options. After we got bored, Brody grabbed my old, agonizingly slow laptop, and we started playing a couple of online games together. But that grew old quickly, and when Brody went to take a piss, I felt bold and clicked on a link with a big-breasted woman who looked seductively into the camera. She pushed her bra-covered boobs forward, and I felt a slight stir in my underwear. I wasn’t really into big boobs, but at twelve, everything related to girls or women was almost irresistible to ignore.

I didn’t expect the link to open, but apparently, Dad hadn’t added this new laptop to our family filter yet. The site that opened didn’t show a lot of forbidden flesh. It was more of a softcore site than actual porn, but things like sideboobs and the illusion of sex were all over it.

As I was looking at all of this, Brody said, “Whoah! Dude!”

“Shit! You scared me, Bro!” I said as my heart rate was spiking.

Brody sat down next to me on my chair. Since both our asses were small, we easily fitted on a single chair.

“Check out her tits!” he said as he pointed to one of the pictures on the screen. ”They’re huge!”

We both jumped from our seats when Mom shouted, “Nathan! Brody!” I felt my heartbeat in my throat. But I cleared my throat, managed to steady my voice, and replied, “What, Mom?”

“I’m going to the boutique for a couple of hours. Dolores called in sick!”

Dolores was Mom’s co-worker in this little shop they owned together. They sold all sorts of antiques and artsy stuff.

“Okay, Mom!” I shouted back, smiling at my best friend.

“I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone with this weather, but there are some leftovers in the fridge, okay?”

“No problem. Be careful!”

“Don’t burn down the house!” she said, and I heard the door close.

“She scared me shitless!” Brody giggled.

We sat back down and looked at my laptop again, and I said, “Yeah… me too. At least we won’t be disturbed now.”

As we sat there, wide-eyed, and we looked at all the stuff we never saw before, I saw a link at the top right of the screen. It read ‘amateur cams,’ and I had a good idea where this would lead.

So I clicked on that, and when that page opened, a couple of obviously animated gifs showed up. All of them showed women showing off their goods in their bedrooms. Some of these were high-quality, but some of them were a bit grainy. The one thing they had in common was that the boobs were blurred.

Under each gif, a big ‘click here to subscribe’ button showed. But when I clicked on it, a pop-up window showed that it was ‘just’ $9.99 for a monthly subscription and that a credit card was required.

“Damn it,” I grumbled.

“Hey, Nate?” Brody asked.

“What?” I asked with unintended annoyance in my voice.

“Last week, I heard about this site where people with webcams meet up. It’s anonymous, and sometimes girls even show their boobs.”

“Fuck off. Girls don’t do that anymore. They are too chicken that they’ll end up on some revenge porn site,” I said with a much friendlier voice.

Brody was quiet for a few seconds when he said, “It’s worth a shot, isn’t it? This isn’t getting us anywhere. And since you’ve got a 4K webcam now, I figure we’ll get plenty of responses.”

I had to admit he was right. So I opened a new tab and typed in the URL. We browsed around for a couple of minutes and looked at the rules. These stated that hate messages, racism, and nudity were explicitly forbidden.

“This doesn’t seem promising,” Brody mumbled.

“At least it’s free…” I said and clicked on the ‘browse’ link.

A new window opened, and we had the option to select from a list of people, join a particular group, or randomly select another person to chat with.

“Click that one,” Brody said as he pointed at the ‘Amazing women’ group.

So I clicked on that one, the webcam light went on, and we saw each other in the bottom right corner of the screen. The window itself stayed black for a few seconds before a woman dressed in her bra showed up. She wasn’t pretty, but she was not exactly ugly either. And she was in her bra, which was interesting, to say the least.

“Hey, guys!” was her surprised but friendly reaction to seeing us.

“Uhh… hi!” I said, as Brody just smiled sheepishly.

“How old are you?”

“Almost thirteen,” Brody boasted.

She smiled warmly and asked, “And you came here to see naked women?”

“We… uhh…” I stammered, but Brody quickly sprung into action and said, “Yeah! We never saw any, and our parents installed this annoying filter software, so…”

“I see,” she said, and she was fiddling with something off-screen. “But you’re a bit too young, I’m afraid. I don’t wanna get into trouble over this.”

“But we won’t tell anyone!” Brody blurted out.

“No! We won’t tell a soul!” I added.

She was thinking for a few moments, and then her face got a weird look, and she said, “Tell you what. I show you my breasts so you guys have something to jack off to. But after I do this, we break the connection, so we won’t get caught. How’s that?”

“Great!” Brody said excitedly.

She didn’t waste any more time and seductively started lifting her bra. As more and more of her boobs appeared, I felt myself grow hard. It was stretching out my underwear and sweatpants, and Brody could probably see it, but I didn’t care about that. My eyes were glued to the screen. When her bra and hands were high enough, her biggish boobs dropped suddenly, and we could see her nipples.

“Awesome!” I softly said.

She started playing with her boobs and nipples for a few moments as she smiled coyly at us.

“Close your mouths, boys,” she giggled as she wiggled her boobs.

“I… uhhh…” I stammered.

“Have fun together!” she said, smiling broadly.

Her hand went toward the screen, and a second later, we looked at a black frame on the monitor. I turned to look at Brody, and he looked absolutely stunned.

“Wow!” was all he said when he looked at me.

His hand went to his lap, and I saw him handle the obvious tent in his sweats. I also had to get more comfortable, so I adjusted myself.

“That was hot!” I said.

“Yeah. I got SO hard by looking at her,” Brody said as he kept his hand in his lap.

This was actually the first time we spoke openly about this stuff. Getting hard or jerking off were topics we usually avoided. We knew we jerked since I was the one that told Brody about it. But I only spoke about it in general terms and the mechanics involving it. And after that, neither of us mentioned it anymore.

“I uhh… yeah. Me too,” I admitted.

“Those tits! Man…”

“Maybe there are more women like this. Let’s try the next one!” I said and clicked on the ‘next’ button.

An old woman appeared, and she got mad at us for perving on old women. So I quickly clicked on ‘next’ again. The next one wasn’t much better. She was about my Mom’s age and said that we needed to talk to girls our own age.

This went on for a while. By now, my boner was gone, and I wasn’t having much fun anymore. So when we were cut off again, I told Brody, “This sucks ass, man!”

“Yeah. I was hoping to see more tits, but this is stupid.”

“Let’s do one more. And then we’ll boot the PlayStation, okay?”

When I clicked the button, it took a few seconds to connect. And when it joined, a black screen opened. We had this a few times earlier, and we both thought some fat potato farmer was watching and didn’t want us to see him.

So we looked at each other, and Brody said, “Let’s quit this shit, Nate.”

“Hi, boys!” a cheerful girlish voice said.

We looked at each other again with puzzled looks. She sounded cool, so I said, “Uhh… hi! We… uhm… we can’t see you.”

“I know. It’s something stupid with this site. Since I’m underaged, they’ll ban me if I’m here too often.”

“Oh…” I said, lost for words.

“Why do you come here then?” Brody asked.

Brody has always been better at talking to girls than me, so I figured letting him do the talking was the wisest.

“To meet some cool, good-looking boys,” she said. And after a dramatic pause, “Like you two!”

Brody smiled wickedly at the camera. But I didn’t fall for this one. This could still be somebody with a voice changer or some shit like that. But Brody beat me to it when he asked, “Thanks! But we don’t know if you’re cute or not.”

“Fair enough. Let’s change to Zoom or Skype. You know how to do that?”

“Hey! You just said we’re cool! Of course we know how to do that. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be this cool, would we?” Brody smoothly replied.

She gave us her Zoom handle, and we agreed to switch to that. When I closed the site, Brody said, “If she’s some old fart or young girl, we quit right away, kay?”

“Of course! But she, you know… sounded like she was our age.”

“Yeah, she did. But still…” he said, his eyes widening when he looked at the screen.

I turned my head to look too, and it was apparent why he looked that way. On-screen, a beautiful girl of approximately our age was smiling at us. She was dressed in a tight, pink T-shirt which accentuated her round boobs. Her shoulder-length blonde hair hung loose around her face, and her curls made her look fantastic. But because of her hair, I couldn’t judge her age correctly.

The background was one of the stock backgrounds from Zoom. Brody and I figured the background didn’t matter, so we didn’t select any filters or anything.

“Hi, guys! I’m Mandy,” she said.

“Nathan,” I said, followed by Brody’s, “I’m Brody.”

We chatted a bit and learned she was halfway across the country from us on the west coast. She was thirteen, almost fourteen, and said she didn’t have many friends. Her dad was some rich guy, and they had to move around a lot because of his job. And because of the risk of her being taken hostage, she was always surrounded by bodyguards. This combination didn’t work well in making friends. At least, not according to Mandy.

Out of the blue, she said, “You look really cute!”

“Who? Me?” I asked.

“Both of you! You’ve got a cute face,” she said as she looked at Brody. Then she turned to me and said, “And you look like you’ve been working out a lot!”

“Thanks!” I sheepishly said.

“Take off your shirt and show me your muscles,” she asked as if it was the most normal thing to ask.

This caught me a bit off-guard, but Brody did some quick thinking and said, “We’ll both take off our shirts if you do too.”

I saw his smug grin and knew he put her back in her spot. But to my big surprise, and judging by Brody’s face, he was just as surprised, she said, “Okay. Cool! Just a sec.”

Her screen went black, and as it did, we quickly glanced wide-eyed at each other. A few moments later, her camera returned online, and she had removed her shirt. She smiled at us, and her white, blue-dotted bra showed off her well-shaped boobs.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asked, now with a smug grin of her own.

“I uhh…” I stammered.

Next to me, Brody wasn’t wasting any time and took off his shirt. His underdeveloped chest made me proud, and I wanted to show off my muscles to this hot girl. So I also took off my shirt and threw it next to the bed.

“Oohh… nice!” she purred as she looked at us.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Brody said all studly.

She openly checked me out and asked, “Do you work out, Nathan?”

“Call me Nate. And no, I play a few sports, so I’m kind of a natural,” I boasted.

I could feel Brody’s pride being cracked beside me. I didn’t do this intentionally, but it was nice to impress this girl. But he wouldn’t be put into a corner, so as he pointed toward his crotch, he said, “Yeah… he’s got something to compensate. I don’t…”

He was bigger than me down there. That was a fact. And despite my raging hormones, I saw the humor in his comment. But my heart skipped a beat when Mandy said, “Oh really? Guess we have to check it out then!”

“W… we do?” Brody croaked.

“Oh yeah… Why do you think I’m camming? I want to have fun. Real fun!”

“But I… uhh..” I said as I nervously rubbed the back of my head.

“Oh! I see… but this isn’t a one-way street, guys!”

“You want us to whip out our dicks?” Brody asked, trying to sound all tough.

“I wouldn’t mind,” she giggled, “but just seeing the bulges in your boxers would be fine.”

I let this sink in for a moment. I wouldn’t mind showing my boxers to her. Especially considering she’d probably show something too. But when she said after a few seconds, “For now…” I wasn’t that confident anymore.

But right after she said that Brody started moving next to me. He was taking off his sweats and looked at me with a smile that I couldn’t place. Was this his daring side that didn’t want to chicken out? Did he want to outdo me? Was he horny?

All I knew was that I wasn’t going to be outsmarted by him. So I didn’t wait any longer and slipped out of my sweats, ditching my socks as my pants came off.

“So now what?” Brody asked as we looked at her broadly smiling face.

“Sit close to each other and point the camera there.”

We did just that, and as I looked down, it couldn’t be missed that we were both hard. Our boxers were tented out, and it wasn’t difficult to see whose dick was longer.

“Hmmm…” Mandy said, pretending to think, “I like you both. A lot! But it seems that Brody is indeed more muscular, which I like a lot. But Nathan is clearly a bit longer. Sorry, but no winner, guys!”

Brody smiled, but so did I. A longer dick only helps in the bedroom. But you have to get inside that bedroom first. Being muscular is what chicks liked, and I could see this when I took my shirt off. That way, it would be easier to get into her bedroom. And after that, it wouldn’t matter too much since I wasn’t exactly small down there either.

We sat back down, and our upper half was in the frame again. Mandy smiled wickedly and said, “You guys are fun!”

“You aren’t too bad yourself,” Brody replied smoothly again.

She looked thoughtfully, and after a couple of moments, she asked, “You know what the cam games are?”

I looked over at Brody, and we both shrugged. So I said, “No. It doesn’t ring a bell.”

“It’s a game where you’ll have to do a couple of challenges to gain points. In the beginning, these challenges are pretty tame. But the more challenges you do, the more… interesting it gets.”

“Okay…” Brody said with doubt in his voice, representing my feelings about this game.

“Look at it like a game of truth or dare, but without the truth part. Most of the time, you play just for points, but if you’re interested in playing with me, I can send you Amazon gift cards instead of points when you complete a challenge.”

“I uhh…” I said, not sure what to think of it.

But next to me, Brody said, “Sure! Sounds like fun. How much are we talking about?”

“How about fifty bucks for each completed challenge?”

“Fifty bucks!?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah. Why not? You’re cute, it’s lots of fun, and it’s not like I can’t afford it. Daddy will pay for everything I ask him to.”

“Okay. Cool,” I said, “when do we start with the challenge?”

“How about tonight?”

Brody looked at me, and when he saw me shrug, he said, “Sure! But how do we know it’s for real?”

Mandy smiled and said, “If you show me your dicks, I’ll send a twenty-dollar card.”

“Our dicks?” I asked, a bit surprised.

But it started to make sense now. She wasn’t giving us free money. We had to do something to earn it. And she said that the challenge would be ‘interesting,’ and it was suddenly clear how interesting.

She must’ve noticed our hesitations because she added, “If you do it, you’ll get the gift card, and I’ll show you my boobs. That way, you’ll know I’m serious.”

“Deal!” Brody said without asking me.

Of course he didn’t have to ask because there was no way I’d give up on seeing real boobs on a girl. But we were also taught to not show this stuff online. This might end up online and haunt us for the rest of our lives. But boobs…

“You won’t post this online, will you?”

“Of course not! It’s just the three of us. I just wanna have fun, remember?”

“Who’s first?” Brody asked.

Mandy’s screen was dark again, and I could feel my boner twitch from anticipation. I was going to see boobs!! And in the back of my mind, I was a bit excited about seeing Brody’s dick. I was curious what it looked like after all these years.

Her picture returned, and I was treated with the hottest thing I ever saw up until then. Mandy smiled at us with her small chest pushed forward. I had absolutely no clue about cup sizes back then, but looking back, I guess she had a big A, small B cup.

My hardon was twitching wildly inside my boxers, and the movement in the corner of my eyes confirmed that Brody had the same problem. But damn! That girl looked hot, and she was showing off just for us!

“Your turn, boys,” she said with an excited undertone in her voice.

Brody got to his knees and grabbed the laptop’s screen to point down the webcam. I kept sitting on my feet, still doubting if this was the right thing to do.

Brody looked back at me over his shoulder and said, “Come on, dude!”

“You sure?” I asked softly.

“She’s showing us her tits. And there’s twenty bucks coming our way. Don’t wuss out now, man!”

I was still hesitant but knew Brody was right. I didn’t want to be the pussy that gave up such an opportunity. So I got to my knees and sat close to my best friend. Our hips touched, and I could see our boxer-clad midsection in the webcam frame.

“Ready?” Brody asked.

“Oh yeah… show me the money!” was Mandy’s excited reply.

Brody acted first and started pulling down his boxers at his hip. I started pulling at my own but kept my eyes locked on Brody’s front. A couple of moments later, his cut boner sprang free and bobbed up and down in front of him.

It looked longer than mine but also a little thinner. His dickhead was small and pointy, whereas mine was thick and blunt.

The moment my boner was released, and I looked down at both of them, I saw that I was indeed shorter but much thicker. Brody’s pubes were more prominent than mine and covered almost all of his pubic bone, whereas mine was just a tiny but dark patch above my dick. Our boners were moving up and down with our heartbeat, and I couldn’t deny how much I liked the view of our hard cocks next to each other.

“Wow…” Mandy whispered.

We sat like this for a few seconds, unsure what to do. My right arm hung behind Brody, and I almost touched his butt. The ‘gay thing’ was still an issue to me, so I lay my hand on his right hip. Immediately, Brody copied my action and laid his left hand on my left hip. We kept each other balanced this way, and it felt amazing to hold on to my best friend’s naked body.

“You look great, guys! Can’t wait ‘till this evening.”

Somehow, this was our cue to pull up our boxers. Mandy didn’t react, so I changed the angle of the screen so our faces were visible again.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said in an attempt to be as smooth as Brody, but I quickly realized that I failed miserably.

“Gotta go. Daddy will be home soon. The gift cards are coming in a minute. Back at eleven?”

“Eleven it is,” Brody said.

“Later!” I said.

“Later, guys!” Mandy said, and her hand went to her keyboard.

Her screen went dark, and Brody and I looked at each other. Without saying anything, we immediately started giggling like little girls.

After the silliness was done, I said, “Damn! She was hot!”

“I’d do her here and now!” Brody said, acting all tough.

“Sure…”

At that moment, both our phones beeped. I grabbed mine and looked at the push message. It read that I received an Amazon gift card worth twenty dollars.

“She already sent it to me,” Brody said.

“Yeah… Me too.”

We were quiet for a few moments, and my boner was twitching like crazy. I couldn’t get the image of her freaking hot boobs and Brody’s long, slim boner from my mind.

“This was… hot…” Brody softly said.

I rubbed my hand through my hair and said, “She looks fucking hot! I mean… those tits! Man…”

After a little more silence, Brody said, “If I was alone now, I’d jerk off in under a minute.”

I chuckled at that and replied, “Under half a minute!”

“Nate?”

“What?” I replied, feeling the tension rise.

“Do you wanna jerk together? I mean… I really need it…” Brody said with an urgency in his voice I couldn’t place.

But I was leaking loads of precum and needed to get off too, so I whispered, “Me too…”

“Let’s lay down,” Brody said and got on my bed.

I laid down on the bed and looked to my right, where Brody was lying. He looked at me for the first time since we started this and looked insecure.

I was as horny as I ever was. I probably wasn’t thinking clearly because of that, but I didn’t want to wait any longer. And since Brody saw my dick a few minutes ago, I was no longer afraid to pull down my boxers. So I did just that, and with an obscene sound, my hardon slapped against my belly. Brody looked down at my exposed boner but didn’t make a move yet.

“You’ve got a good one, Dude,” he said.

I looked at him and was lost for anything else to say. So I said, “Thanks!”

“Sorry, I said that with Mandy. It was… you know…”

“I really don’t care! It was fucking hot. And now, I really need to…” I said and gripped my hardon in my fist.

Brody got the hint and started to move. He slid down his boxers, and I loved how big it looked on his small frame. But I was so worked up by now that almost anything would turn me on. So I blamed it on that.

Not that I cared. I needed to get off, so I slowly started stroking myself. I heard Brody’s boxers hit the floor, and he gripped his dick, my eyes glued between his legs. His technique was about the same as mine. Only he turned his wrist a little right before he reached the tip of his cock. When he moved back down, his wrist turned back.

“This is hot…” Brody said between his pants.

“Oh yeah…” I panted, “You do it the same as me…”

“I see that… ahh…”

I had my eyes locked on Brody’s beating hand. And as I quickly glanced at him because this might be gay, I immediately learned he did precisely the same as me.

“I… ohhh… sometimes play with my balls…” Brody panted and brought his left hand into play.

This meant his elbow touched my side, but he didn’t react. I let out a soft, involuntary moan and tried to focus on his left hand. He started toying with his balls, which I never did while jacking off. So I figured I should try that too, and the moment I cupped my balls, I moaned again.

“Feels… oohhh… good, huh!?”

“Oh yeah!” I replied, not taking my eyes off his shiny dickhead every time it stuck out of his fist.

“I’m… hmmm… close, Dude!”

“Ohhh… me too!” I replied as my balls started tingling more intensely than they ever did before.

“Here… aaaaahhhhh!!” Brody hissed.

I looked wide-eyed at his dick as spurts of cum started shooting from its tip. The first one flew out with such force it hit him on his chin. The next hit me on my arm, and the warm liquid, combined with my heavily panting and cumming friend, pushed me over the edge.

“Aahhh!!” I groaned and had to close my eyes as the intensity of my cum overwhelmed me.

Shot after shot landed on my chest and belly, and feeling the warmth and softness of my best friend’s body next to me, was both comforting and hot as fuck. I never came so much and hard in my life before.

“Fucking hell…” Brody whispered.

“Holy shit!”

“That was great, Nate. I’m glad you wanted to do this now. Otherwise, I would’ve probably exploded,” Brody chuckled.

“Yeah… I couldn’t get Mandy out of my head, man,” I lied.

“Uhhh… yeah. Right! Her tits are amazing. Can’t wait to see her pussy. You think she’ll show us?”

“Dunno. Sure hope so!”

I reached beneath my bed and grabbed the towel I kept there. I wiped myself and tried not to look too obviously at Brody. But seeing his softening dick lying on his thigh, pointing toward me, and his glistening cum on his body was hotter than I wanted it to be.

I hesitated slightly about what to do with the glob of his cum that had landed on my arm. Obviously, I knew how my cum tasted. But I was curious as hell about another boy’s cum. Did it have the same texture as mine? Was it just as sticky? Did it taste the same?

But there was no way I could do this without Brody noticing. So I wiped it off just as I did with the rest and handed Brody the towel.

“Thanks,” he said and started cleaning himself.

While wiping his chest and belly, he asked, “What do you think these challenges are? I mean… if she’s willing to pay money, I’m guessing it won’t be just showing our dicks and pulling a stupid face.”

“Dunno,” I shrugged, “I guess we have to stupid things with our dicks out. Like running around, bouncing it up and down, showing our asses, that sort of stuff. Maybe jack it a little in front of the camera.”

“And would you do that if she’d ask?”

I was quiet for a moment to give Brody the impression I was thinking about it. Then I looked openly at his dick and said, “Yeah. I think I will. I mean… I never thought that jacking together would be so much fun. And we get paid to do it this way. But we need to convince her to show how she does it. I’m not only in it for the money, you know?”

“Yeah. Me too. And you’re right! This was pretty neat…”

I didn’t want to make it weird, so I pulled up my boxers that were still around my ankles and got up. The ruffling behind me told me Brody was doing the same. But when I turned around as I was pulling up my sweats, Brody was facing me, and his dick hung over the waistband of his boxers. After a long moment, he eventually pulled at the waistband, and his dick disappeared from view.

Was he showing off? Or did I read into something that wasn’t there? This was getting confusing, but I couldn’t deny I was much more interested in my friend than I was this morning.

“Nate?”

“Sup?”

“Let’s… you know… make a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yeah. Mandy is hot, and we both wanna…. I dunno… impress her. But let’s face it. We’re never gonna meet her in real life.”

“So?”

“Why don’t we try to not outdo the other. It’s fun for both of us. And if we stop treating it like… you know… a battle, I think it’s even more fun!”

I was glad he said this. I didn’t know how to bring it up, but I thought the same. So I playfully bumped him on his shoulder and said, “Deal! We’re a team here, so let’s work it out together.”

We both got dressed, headed down and booted the PlayStation. I didn’t want to talk about it, and Brody also seemed to avoid the subject, so we were up for a lot of shooting and shouting in front of the tv.

End of part one

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