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The Cam Games – Part two

The Cam Games
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.”


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!”


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.


“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.”


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.


The Cam Games – Part one

The Cam Games
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.


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.


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!”


“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.



“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.”


“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

Copyright 2023 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

Sit realis ludos incipere


Indian Summer – Part three

Indian Summer – Part three
Jason Crow

Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy? I was having such a good time with Pete, I sometimes thought I was dreaming. We worked hard after our escapades by the pond, and by the time it was getting dark we finished our sweat lodge. But since the sun was setting, we couldn’t try it out now. Instead, we made ourselves comfortable around the campfire. The stew was done and, judging by the few bits I tasted during the stirring, was delicious. Pete went into the tipi and came out with the bread and chips his mom packed for us. I took two cokes from the bag we hung in the water to keep the drinks cool. Before long, we were both munching down our healthy dinner. Home-brew rabbit stew with bread, potato chips, and a coke. It tasted delicious!

After we washed our plates in the pond and put everything away, we sat back down at the campfire. After we chilled for a while and talked about all sorts of stuff, I felt myself getting horny. I wanted to suck Pete’s dick again but was unsure about how to bring this up.

“Do you want some firewater?” Pete asked.

“Sure!” I said, hoping this would drop some of the reservations I felt.

Pete took two mugs and poured us each half a mug of the firewater. We drank it slowly this time, both aware of the power of the alcohol in it. About half an hour later, we were talking about Predator, the new Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. We were both psyched about it, and even though it’s an R-rated movie, A friend of Hank managed to get us into the local theater, so we could watch it.

“Wanna dance again?” Pete asked, out of the blue.

I was feeling a bit lightheaded, but not as much as yesterday. I liked dancing yesterday, so I immediately agreed.

“Why don’t we dance for each other this time?” Pete offered. “Maybe it’s more fun that way…”

“Sure,” I shrugged as I emptied my mug.

Pete noticed me emptying my mug and polished his off too.

“Shall we empty the bottle?” Pete asked.

I wasn’t drunk or something, but liked the warm feeling in my stomach. And there wasn’t too much left in the bottle, so I didn’t see a problem.

“Go ahead,” I said and offered him my mug.

Pete divided the remains of the firewater over our mugs, emptying the bottle.

“I’ll dance first,” he said. “Will you play your drums?”

“Okay. Go for it,” I said, picking up my drum.

Pete started moving around the campfire, just like he did yesterday. As he danced, I saw flashes of his balls peeking out the loincloth. But after a few minutes of this, Pete started dancing just in front of me. His loincloth was sticking forward but still hiding his obvious boner. He was dancing quite sensual now with his eyes closed, and I was getting turned on by it. Pete surprised me when he slowly started sliding down his loincloth. The way he did this was almost hypnotic, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. His dick pointed downward, caught in the elastic band of the cloth. But the moment the elastic band was down far enough, his dick sprang free and slapped against his stomach. Pete didn’t even open his eyes. He kept on dancing and let his loincloth fall on the ground.

His stiff dick was swaying back and forth with his movements, and I almost wanted to grab it and put it in my mouth. But Pete had a different plan. He moved his hands all over his body, eventually stopping at his dick. His left hand cupped his balls and played with them, as his right hand slowly started moving up and down on his shaft. He was jorking off right in front of my face. Pete opened his eyes and looked at me, as he continued stroking himself. He moved forward a bit and pointed his dick toward my mouth. I couldn’t resist and opened my mouth to let him enter. As I wrapped my lips around his glans, I heard Pete moan above me. He moved his dick in and out of my mouth, all the while moving his body on the imaginary music. All of a sudden, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and stood back.

“Your turn to dance,” he said and smiled a mischievous grin.

“You’re crazy,” I laughed.

“I want this to last,” he said. “I don’t want to shoot too soon, and the way you suck my dick, I won’t last.”

He sat down next to me and took his mug in his hand, and held it toward me.

“Bottoms up!” he said.

“Bottoms up,” I responded and we banged our mugs together.

We both emptied it in one gulp. I felt the booze burn down my throat, but it didn’t bother me all that much this time.

“Ahhh…” we both said at the same time.

Pete took his drum and started playing. I got up but didn’t have a clue what I would do. I just started dancing around the fire as Pete did. I felt the booze kicking in and I almost tripped over my own feet. At that moment, I had an idea. I danced over to Pete, gave him a hand, and guided him to sit on one of the chairs that were still standing around and put it near the fire. His glistening boner leading the way. Pete sat down and kept drumming. I decided to ditch my loincloth too. I tried to move sensually too, and the buzz in my head made me think I did a great job. After I was naked, I opened my eyes and saw Pete checking out my boner. I slowly slid back my foreskin and scooped up a bit of precum on my finger. I looked at Pete and slowly licked my finger clean with my tongue. I scooped up another glob and moved my finger toward Pete’s mouth. He extended his tongue, and I smeared the precum on it.

“Hmmm,” Pete moaned.

When we were at Dan’s, he showed us a short video on the VHS system in his room, that showed a woman giving a lapdance to a guy. I figured I could try that with Pete. So I turned around and sat on Pete’s lap. His boner was pressed between us, but it was nestled nicely between my butt cheeks. It was nowhere near my butthole, which would be gay. With his boner between my cleavage, I moved up and down over the entire length of his dick. My back was pressed against him, and Pete moved his hands all over my chest and eventually down to my dick. As much as I loved him jorking me, I wanted to do the best job I could with my lapdance. I moved around, so I was facing him, pressing our boners against each other. I ground against him and started licking his neck and ears, which caused Pete to moan a lot. Pete started grinding back, and before I knew it, we were dry-humping each other furiously. We both moaned loudly, and Pete started licking my neck and ears too, with every chance he got. I was getting close to cumming, and I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted to cum. And I wanted Pete to cum. I didn’t want to postpone. We could always go for it again, I reasoned.

So I sat back a bit but made sure my dick was still pressed against Pete’s. I wrapped my hands around both our dicks, and started jorking them simultaneously. Pete looked me in the eyes and suddenly kissed me hard on my mouth. This added a whole new level to our actions, and we moaned in each other’s mouths. I could feel that familiar tingle again and started moving my hips. I noticed Pete did too. The moment I felt my orgasm coming, Pete’s dick started spurting and he grabbed my neck to kiss me even harder. The moment his first spurt came out, I came too. I almost couldn’t breathe because of the kissing, but it was amazing cumming together this way. A lot of cum splattered on our bellies, and after we were done coming, I let go of our dicks. We broke the kiss and sat there panting heavily.

“Oh, man! This is great!” Pete said with a slight slur.

“I love it!” I said, noticing a slur too.

I felt the cum sliding down in my pubes and got up. I expected to feel less horny after my cum, but the opposite was true. Maybe the booze had something to do with that?

“Let’s get clean,” I said to Pete and waded into the pond.

The water felt colder than this afternoon, but it was still pretty nice. I stood hip-deep in the water as Pete approached me from behind. He pressed his body against me, hugged me from behind, and pressed his still hard dick between us. His hands started moving down and he washed the cum off my belly. We stepped back a bit to get out of the water. Pete was still holding me and his hands went a bit lower, he took my boner in his hand, and slowly started jorking me.

“I’m still horny,” he whispered in my ear.

“Me too,” I said and turned around.

I squatted in front of Pete and took his dick in my mouth. Pete’s dick was still covered in our cum, which I found extremely exciting. I licked it clean, and when it was clean I started blowing him for real.

“Hmmm… You’re good at this, you know?” Pete moaned.

I let go of his dick, and with a loud popping sound, he left my mouth.

“Why don’t we go to bed and fool around there?” I asked.

“Great idea!” Pete said, and we got out of the water.

We dried ourselves and started moving toward the tipi. We were both a little bit unstable on our feet, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as with Pete yesterday. We crawled inside, and Pete laid on his back on the air mattress. I fell to my knees and immediately took his dick back in my mouth.

“Ohhh…” Pete moaned. “Move over a bit.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but he soon guided me in the way he wanted. Pete moved his head between my knees, as I kept on sucking him. Moments later, I felt his hand pulling back my foreskin and his warm mouth on my dick. It was heavenly. I liked sucking a lot, but I loved getting sucked. Now we could do both at the same time. I felt a nice buzz in my head and an even nicer tingle in my groin. We both weren’t aiming for cumming as quickly as possible. We were just sucking slowly and enjoying the feelings that came with it. It was also a good thing we both came less than half an hour ago, so we could last longer.

I was holding on and sucking away at Pete’s dick as I moved my other hand toward his balls. Up until then I never touched another boy’s balls. I cupped them gently and toyed a bit with them. I liked the soft feeling of his hairless sack and the way his balls moved inside it. It didn’t feel much different from mine, but according to Pete’s moans and the fact that he took my balls in his hand too, Pete liked it a lot. I was getting a bit of a cramp in my upper legs the way I was sitting. I didn’t like it because it took my energy away from the important tasks at hand. I took my mouth off his dick and tried shifting a bit.

“We can lay on our sides if you want,” Pete said, only taking my dick out of his mouth long enough to say this to me.

“Yeah. Let’s try that.”

We shifted so we were both lying on the air mattress on our sides. I opened my legs to give Pete the access he needed, and so did he. I laid my head on his leg and took his dick in my hand again, slowly stroking it and put it in my mouth after a short while. Now it was even better than before. This way, I could fully concentrate on his dick in my mouth and on Pete’s actions on mine, instead of focusing on kneeling the right way. We were slobbering away lazily, but despite our laziness, that spot between my asshole and my balls started to tingle, indicating that another orgasm was approaching.

“Hmmm.” I moaned on Pete’s dick, which caused him to moan too.

I didn’t speed things up, and neither did Pete. I guess we both had the same idea of making it last. I don’t know exactly, but I guess I was almost twenty minutes on the verge of cumming, when Pete started moaning loudly and bucking his hips. I was still toying with his balls when I felt them drawn into his body and his dick fattened in my mouth. I knew now that these were the signs that he was cumming. I used my right hand to jork him off the best I could while still lapping my tongue over his dickhead. Moments after I started this, he began spurting.

It wasn’t as much as the last time, but it still filled my mouth quite well. I kept my lips tightly around his dick and let him cum before I swallowed it all. After nothing more came out, I swallowed everything Pete gave to me. During his cum, Pete stopped working on my dick, but the moment he was done cumming, he went at it with double effort. As he lapped away on my dick and I swallowed his cum, I felt the now-familiar signs of cumming. I stopped my actions on Pete’s softening dick but left it in my mouth and focussed on my cum. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was because I came recently, but the buildup was much slower than the orgasms I had before. The tingle between my legs spread out slowly toward my balls. It stayed there for a few moments and then slowly crept up toward my pubes. The tingle spread out over my entire groin, and a second later, everything focused on my dick. It was almost as if my dick left my body. It was the most powerful orgasm yet, and all the while, Pete kept toying with my balls and milking my dick clean. I almost blacked out due to all the feelings that washed over me.

As I came down from my orgasm, Pete’s soft dick was still in my mouth, and Pete hadn’t moved either. Pete was the first to turn on his back, releasing my dick.
And as I felt his dick leave my mouth, the cold air on my dick surprised me. I rolled on my back too, still panting.

“This way, a blowing job is even better,” Pete whispered.

“Way better,” I whispered too.

I felt myself getting sleepy, and I didn’t feel the need to move. I could hear Pete’s breathing deepen too, so I guessed he was also tired.
“Goodnight bro,” he whispered softly.
“Night.” I managed to respond.


I fell into a dreamless sleep. I awoke two times during the night. The first time was when an animal was ruffling around outside the tipi. It was still dark outside, but we had a bright moon. I glanced over at Pete, and he was still lying on his back in the same position as we fell asleep. I looked to my right and saw his stiff dick pointing upward.

“He must be having a pleasant dream,” I thought, and closed my eyes.

The second time I woke up, I felt a strange feeling. I couldn’t quite place it at first. I opened my eyes again, and it wasn’t dark anymore, but the day hadn’t started either. I guessed it was around 4:30 am. The strange feeling I felt at first, was getting quite familiar. I looked down, and Pete was sucking my dick again. That horny bastard! I didn’t want to let another good blowing session go to waste, so I turned on my side, laid my head on Pete’s leg again, and started sucking away on his dick.

“Ahhh… I could do this all day long,” I heard Pete say before he got comfy and went to town on me.

This time it wasn’t as powerful as the last time, but it was still an awesome experience. I guess we lasted about half an hour, and both came within seconds of each other. We were getting the hang of it. After we were done, Pete turned around, so we were lying side by side, and he pulled me close to him. We were spooning now, with me being the big spoon and my dick nestled between his cheeks. We fell asleep like this, and we didn’t wake up until the sun was burning us out of the tipi.

At around noon, after we finished our breakfast, we cleaned up the place, gathered our stuff, and got dressed. We put our loincloths inside the tipi with the rest of the stuff, took our backpacks, and started walking back home.

“This Indian-style living is great,” Pete said giggling.

“It’s awesome!” I responded.“ Too bad we have to wait until next Friday.

“I know. But at least I know how to jork off now, so I’ll probably be doing that every chance I get!”

“Same here! Do you think we can have a sleepover this week? Then we can do it together,” I asked.

“Nah. I don’t think so. You know how my mom is during the first weeks of summer.”

“You’re probably right. Hurray for my right hand then!” I cheered.

Pete and I both giggled, and continued our walk home. During the walk, we were already planning for next week, and Pete had a good idea of how to create new and improved firewater. I didn’t care. As long as I could have my best friend’s dick back in my mouth as soon as possible. This was turning out to be a great summer.

The End. For now.

Copyright 2021 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

Th… Th… That’s all, folks! When I started this story, I had a part in the story reserved for Maya. But as it progressed, I liked just the two boys better. Mostly because it’s a lot closer to my own experiences with Pete. I’m not saying there won’t be another part, but I want to write other stuff first. I just hope you all liked this story. I’m really curious about your opinion. Send me an e-mail (jasoncrowwriter@hotmail.com), post a message at Google Hangouts, post a comment on my website (https://jasoncrow.eu), anything. As long as I receive feedback. Feedback (good and bad) improves my writing. So, thanks for that.

Quod suus ‘omnes

Indian Summer – Part two

Indian Summer – Part two
Jason Crow

I can’t remember anything, can’t tell if this is true or dream. I was waking up slowly, but I needed a moment to realize where I was. My eyes needed to get used to the bright light seeping in through the canvas of the tipi. Despite the fact that I slept on an air mattress, I had a good night’s sleep, considering it was this bright already. As I was thinking about all this, I also realized what woke me up. I remembered Pete was lying on the mattress with me, and he must’ve just moved. I was lying on my right side and Pete was spooning me with his arm holding me. I liked the way it felt. Comforting and warm in a very nice way. But the moment I felt this, I noticed his boner pressed between our bodies and immediately thought back about last night. Was it wrong what we did? Two guys doing this kind of stuff are gay, right? But it felt amazing! And Pete liked it a lot too. He said so himself, even though he was a bit drunk. But drunk people tell the truth, I was told.

The feeling of his boner pressing against my back and me thinking about what we did last night, caused me to get hard. I was surprised that I didn’t have my usual morning wood, but I blamed that on last night too. The moment I was almost at full mast, I felt the tip of my dick touch something. I was pretty sure it was touching Pete’s fingers, but I didn’t dare to move because he might wake up then. As I was contemplating my options, I felt Pete’s fingers wrap around my dick.

“What’s wrong with your dick, dude?” he whispered in my ear, obviously awake.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not sure what he meant.

“You’ve got leftover skin on it,” he said and pulled my foreskin back a bit.

His touch was an entirely new feeling. Not only was someone touching my boner, but he was also stimulating it. I couldn’t hold back a gasp when he did this.

“There’s nothing wrong, man. You were born with this skin too, only was it cut off right after you were born. Didn’t you pay attention in health class last month?”

“I was sick back then, remember?” he kept whispering, but also moving my skin up and down.

“Ummm… Pete?” I asked, panting a bit.


“You know you’re jorking me, right?”


“Mmmhh… Isn’t it gay?” I moaned.

“Nah… As long as we don’t kiss and stuff, it’s just a way to get off before we get a girlfriend. Dan told me so himself.”

I wanted to ask him when Dan said that to him, but the speed of his movement kept increasing, as was that tingly feeling in my balls. Pete was grinding his boner against my back, and my hips started moving involuntarily as the feeling on my dick kept getting better.

“Ohh… I’m gett… FNG..” I groaned.

I felt my balls contracting, and it was like they tried to get out of my body through my dick. The tingling feeling I felt last night was now even stronger! Moments later, I felt the sperm leaving my dick and heard it splatting down on the mattress. All the while, Pete’s hand kept rubbing my dick, and he was constantly grinding against my back. The grinding was getting pretty serious by now, and I could feel the sweat between us made it all real slippery. Pete moaned in my ear and was panting heavily.

“I’m….. hmmph… toooooo!” he groaned.

His penis started twitching against my back, and I felt his sperm coming out of his dick and landing on my back. I placed my hand on his, to stop him from moving on my dick because it was getting too sensitive for me. Pete didn’t seem to notice as he kept grinding and coating my back with his sperm, but he kept his hand still and moaned in my ear. Slowly the grinding stopped, and we laid there on my mattress panting like old dogs. We didn’t move and laid there in silence for a while when I heard Pete say:

“We need a towel…” and he started giggling like a schoolgirl.

I was SO glad Pete reacted the way he did because I still wasn’t convinced this wasn’t gay. And I was taught over the years that gay was bad. But his casual reaction put me at ease. Plus, the way this all felt was a big reason to keep going with it. So I started giggling too and the tension I felt at first, was completely gone by now.

”I think I left it outside yesterday,” I said and tried to get up.

Pete removed his arm, and I got to my feet. The warm stuff on my back started cooling off quickly, and I tried to assess the ’damage’ with my hand.

”It’s a bit sticky,” I said to Pete.

He turned to his back and looked at his belly. I could see his now soft penis, and his pubic hairs were full of sperm.

”You’ve got a lot of sperm on you too, ” I said, stating the obvious.

”Don’t call it sperm, dude. Makes you sound like a doctor. Call it cum, or baby juice, or jizz, or spunk. But not sperm, okay?”

”Okay. I guess. How come you know all this?”

”A while back, when I was over at Dan’s place, I overheard him and his friends talk about this stuff. They didn’t know I was listening, and back then, I didn’t really know what they were talking about. But now that we’re doing this, I know what they meant.”

”Makes sense… I’m going to clean up. You’re coming?”

Pete nodded and sat up straight. He groaned the moment he did this.

“Ohhh… Too much firewater, I guess,” he said and grabbed his forehead.

“Yeah. Two mugs are too much, I guess. You were a bit tipsy last night,” I giggled. “You practically couldn’t stand straight. I had to help you to bed.”

“I know… I don’t remember much after us jorking off. I’m sorry, Ron. I didn’t realize the stuff was this strong,” he said, looking apologetic.

“Don’t worry about it! Come on,” I said, offering my hand to help him stand up.

He looked at me, smiled, took my hand and I helped him to his feet. He looked a bit pale the moment he stood straight but he didn’t complain. I crawled out of our tipi first and breathed in the morning air deeply. I always loved this time of day in the woods! I guessed that it was about 8 am and the sun was already shining down on the far end of the pond. I figured that the quickest and easiest way to get clean was to walk a bit into the shallow end of the water and wash the cum off my back. But I didn’t want my loincloth to get wet because that would chafe me too long. The prospect of a cold, wet cloth on my dick all morning wasn’t too tempting. I figured that we were past modesty after last night and this morning, so I slid down my loincloth, put it on a nearby tree, and waded into the pool. It was a bit cold at first and I felt my penis shrinking.

“Holy moly!” I hissed as the cold water touched my balls.

My balls pulled themselves up to a point where they were practically inside my body. But the cool air and the refreshing water were doing a fantastic job at waking me up and clearing the haze from the night out of my head. I was standing with my back toward Pete, but I heard him walk into the pool behind me. I turned around and started washing the cum off my back. I looked at Pete, who was trying to get used to the cold water.

“This sure as hell is cold!” He said while a shiver went through his body.

I looked at his dick and it was pretty obvious the cold had the same effect on him. He quickly started washing his groin, and I was getting ready to get out. As I started going out, I could see Pete was eying my junk and then looked at his own.

“We can pass for two six-year-olds if it wasn’t for the pubes,” he giggled.

“Yeah. I know, right?” And I giggled too.

I got out of the water, took the towel I brought with me, and quickly dried off. As I did this, Pete walked out and stood beside me with his arms crossed, and he was still shivering. As soon as I was done, I handed my towel to Pete and he dried off too. We got dressed and began cooking breakfast.

The fire was back up to a nice warm fire, which we needed to cook the hotdogs we brought. Before I restarted the fire, I took a few charcoal pieces and placed them near the tent. Breakfast was great with our self-cooked hotdogs.

“Do you want to go first?” I asked while picking up a piece of charcoal.

“Sure!” Pete replied, got up, and reached out for the charcoal.

“I meant the first to be drawn. Not the first one drawing. Let me draw you first, then you can do me. Okay?” I said, pulling back the charcoal.

Pete shrugged and stood before me with his arms hanging down his sides. I started by placing some stripes on his face and forehead. It looked a bit like the camouflage we sometimes wore when playing war. So when I moved down to his chest, I decided to take a different approach. I drew over the lines of his collarbones and immediately liked the way it looked. Next, I drew lines around the muscles at his shoulders, which was also awesome. I stepped back and looked at what I did. I noticed that accentuating the muscles and some bones, made him look stronger. I tried to draw a sun in the middle of his chest, just above the bottom of his sternum and between his chest muscles. I found this a nice reference to his Indian name. The first sun was awful, so I quickly wiped it off with the wet towel. The next one was almost perfect.

I colored the undersides of his chest muscles black to see if the effect on his shoulders was the same on his chest. And because of the shadow effect, it was. So the next job at hand was his abdominal muscles. I started a few inches on each side of his navel and drew a line across these muscles toward his pubic bone. As I came close to his pubes with my first line, his loincloth seemed to come to life. It was still covered with the soft fabric, but it was obviously his boner.

“Sorry, bro. But you’re really close to my dick now, and I can’t help it. Just don’t poke yourself, okay?” he said to me with a big smile on his face.

I couldn’t come up with a witty reply to this quickly, so I decided to just keep on drawing. I did want to pay him back a little, so I painted two lines on each side of his dick. These lines went from his hips all the way to his ballsack. I tried not to touch his junk, but with both lines, the top of my hand touched his dick, which caused Pete to gasp slightly. I could barely hold back a giggle as this happened.

After I finished his legs, I told Pete to turn around. As he did this, he deliberately pushed his hips forward, so his dick almost hit me in the face. We both giggled a bit, and I quickly worked on his back. I used the same technique as I did on his front and just accentuated some stuff on his back. I learned Pete was ticklish at his buttocks because when I drew the round underside of them, he couldn’t stop squirming and giggling.

After I was done, I stepped back and let Pete turn around so I could see my complete work. His boner was gone, and I was proud of my work. He looked like an actual Indian from our history book, which I thought was pretty amazing. Pete looked at his reflection in the water, and although he could not see everything this way, he was still pleased with the result.

“Alright! Your turn,” he chirped, probably planning some sort of scheme.

So, he took some charcoal, made a nice sharp tip on it with his knife, and started working on me. I trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t do something stupid, like draw a big dick on my chest. And even if he did, no one would see it out here, so I wasn’t worried at all.

Pete also started with my face and worked his way down. I looked down at him working, and it was already clear he drew mostly the same way as I did. But as he went lower and approached my dick, I felt a slight stir in my groin. He spent a lot of time at the top of my loincloth, and I couldn’t quite see what he was doing, but all the action so close to my dick made me grow stiff again.

“Don’t poke yourself…” I giggled.

What Pete did next, surprised me big time! He moved my loincloth out of the way, took my erection in his hand, and drew three little symbols on it. One at the base, one halfway down my shaft, and one on my foreskin. I didn’t know what he was drawing, but the fact that someone was holding my dick made me not care. The tickling from the charcoal on it was amazing, and I couldn’t hold back a gasp. I could feel and see Pete was done, but he still sat on his knees before me. He looked at my dick and pulled my foreskin back a bit.

”I still think it’s weird,” he said while examining my now exposed glans.

”I don’t know any better,” I said while trying hard not to moan.

“I wanna try something. Hold still,” Pete said and got on his feet.

He took his boner in his hand and pointed it toward mine. I had no clue where this was going, but I was too excited to ask. Pete stepped forward a bit until the tip of his dick touched mine. Both our dicks were horizontal now. Pete pressed a bit harder and started pulling my foreskin toward his dick. We were both leaking a bit of, what I later learned, precum, which made the tip of our dicks slippery. Pete kept going and I saw my foreskin slide over his glans. It wasn’t a particularly nice feeling, but not bad either. And Pete was fondling my dick, which was nice by itself.

“There…” Pete said the moment almost his entire dickhead was covered with my foreskin.

I looked down and it was almost like we were Siamese twins grown together at our dicks.

“I don’t get it…” Pete said.


“Why they cut off the skin. I mean… I like the way my dick is now, but having that extra skin isn’t bad either I suppose.”

“Yeah… I know. Mrs. Skinner said that the main reason they do this today in America is hygiene. But a lot of religions do it too, but because of their beliefs. But I can keep mine perfectly clean and I like my dick a lot too!” I giggled.

Pete stepped back and my skin slid back to its normal position. I put my loincloth back over my dick and Pete started working on my legs and back. After he finished, I checked myself in the water of the pool and liked what he did. The way he drew the lines made it look like I was a bit stronger and wider.

“How about your dew drops?” Pete asked.

“AH! Is that what that is!?” I asked.

“Yeah. I painted grass above your dick and the dewdrops coming from it on your dick. So when you’re taking a piss, you’re pissing dewdrops.” We both laughed at that. “You drew a sun on me, so I figured I needed to do something with your name too.”

“I like it!” I said and punched him playfully on his shoulder. “Let’s hunt!”

The fire was almost out by now, so we could leave the camp without the fear of burning down the forest. We both took our bow and arrows, our drinking bottles, closed the tipi, and went on our way. Pete walked in front of me and I giggled when I looked at his ass.

“What?!?” Pete asked, a bit annoyed.

“Nothing… It’s just that your butt is hypnotizing me now with the stripes on it and with you wiggling it so much,” I laughed.

Pete started laughing too and exaggerated the movement of his butt. Eventually, we found a nice secluded spot on the edge of an open field. We decided we would wait and see if we could shoot a rabbit or some other small animal. We made ourselves comfortable, so we wouldn’t have to move too much because we had to keep quiet for a while.


“Eeew! That’s gross!” Pete said as my knife sank into the stomach of the rabbit I shot.

“Relax man. It’s dead, so it won’t feel anything.”

I was the one that shot the rabbit. We were in our spot for about an hour, when the first animals showed up. Pete took the first shot at a squirrel and missed it by about a mile. The squirrel ran away. We didn’t have to wait long before the next animal showed up. I guessed our scent was only around the secluded spot we were sitting in now, so the animals dared to come sooner.

We took turns shooting at the animals. At his third shot, a skunk, it became obvious Pete wasn’t going to shoot anything. Each time he was way off and made a bit too much noise, which scared the animals away. My first three shots were all pretty close, but not just there yet. I got closer with each shot. So after Pete missed the third time, he let me take the next shots. I aimed, took a deep breath, and took the shot. It landed dead center in the head of the rabbit.

We were both very excited about our first catch as Indians, so we picked it up and practically ran back to our camp. Chris taught me a while back how to skin and gut an animal and how to prepare it so it can be eaten. We were planning on making a stew from it. We didn’t have a lot of seasoning, but Pete learned from Hank which of the herbs in the forest can be eaten.

After we gutted the rabbit, I placed the meat inside the pot so the meat could ripen a bit. We went looking for the herbs, and after a while, Pete figured we had enough. We prepared the stew, stoked the fire a bit, and put the pot in the cooler part of the fire, so it would cook slowly. While we looked at the stew, I was beaming with pride, and looking at Pete’s face, so was he.

“This is freakin’ awesome!” Pete said to me.

“I know! And if it doesn’t taste like horse doody, we’re pretty damn good Indians!”

“Your marks are fading…” he said and then looked at his chest. “So are mine…”

“We’re sweating like pigs,” I said, stating the obvious.

Moments later we were found splashing around in the swimming hole. We were about hip-deep in the water and having a good time! Of course, we were naked, which wasn’t an issue anymore for both of us, and the cool water was extremely refreshing. It didn’t feel nearly as cold as it did this morning. We splashed around, dunked each other, and grabbed each other’s dicks as often as we could. Of course, we were hard most of the time, and when Pete jumped on my back in an attempt to dunk me, I felt his hard dick at my lower back, nestled between the top of my cheeks.

If this happened yesterday, I’d feel gay and tell Pete to back off. But on the other hand, yesterday we would never be naked together. But now I found it amusing, and even a bit pleasant being so close to another person. So it didn’t bother me one bit. Despite my efforts, he succeeded in dunking me. During this roughhousing, we fell over a bit. When I was underwater, Pete crawled over me so I could get up and not drown. As he crawled over me, his boner rubbed me in the face. I didn’t know if he did it intentionally. But the moment his shaft brushed my lips, another thing Dan told us crossed my mind.

After about half an hour of roughhousing in the water, we were lying on our backs at the banks of the pond in the grass. We were lying in the shadows and it was hot enough to let the air dry us but cool enough to be comfortable and not be cold. I was feeling totally at ease lying here with my best friend. We weren’t talking, nor did we feel the need to talk. I heard the sounds of bees flying, and the soft breeze ruffling the leaves. It was so relaxing that I almost dozed off. At that moment, a bee was almost flying in my ear, and I slapped it away, which made me fully awake again. I glanced over at Pete and saw his chest moving up and down as if he was sleeping. I could see his eyes were closed, so the peace and quiet got the best of him. I glanced down and I saw his soft penis pointing toward me, resting on his thigh. This reminded me of the incident in the water.

Dan had told us about blowingjobs. Or that’s the word we remembered at least. The moment Pete’s shaft brushed my lips in the water, I felt an urge to try it. And now, lying here with him, I felt an almost unstoppable desire to put my best friend’s dick in my mouth. I was torn between talking to him about blowingjobs and just doing it and see where it ends. After last night and this morning, I figured he would probably be okay with it and not push me away or call me queer or something stupid like that. So after a short internal struggle, I moved my head down to his groin. I took a moment and looked at his dick in close-up. It looked different than mine, of course, because he was cut. But other than that, his dick was the same size and looked exactly like mine. He did have a few more hairs, though. But that could also be an optical illusion because he had dark black hairs and I had lighter red ones. After I was done studying, I couldn’t resist it anymore. So I took it in my hand and slipped my mouth over it.

“Huh! What? OOHH…” Pete said, obviously awakened by this sudden movement.

I felt his dick in my mouth, and it went from soft to hard in about three heartbeats. I liked the way it filled my mouth and the taste was good too. I didn’t know what to expect, but it didn’t taste like pee or other nasty stuff. It was just skin. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, so I closed my lips firmly around his shaft and moved my head up and down. Apparently, Pete liked it because he kept moaning constantly. I knew I had to keep my teeth away from his dick, but other than that, I didn’t have a clue on how to do it the right way. Right now I was just mimicking a hand with my lips and figured this was the correct way to do this. And judging by Pete’s moans, I was doing a good job.

But keeping my tongue in the back of my mouth was quite uncomfortable for me. It even started to hurt a bit. So I let it loose and tried not to touch his dick with it. But that was virtually impossible. And a few moments later, my tongue inevitably touched the tip of his dick. I immediately pulled my tongue back, but Pete moaned even louder when it touched his dick. Maybe he liked it? So I decided to test this and lapped my tongue over the underside of his dickhead.

“OOOOHHH! YEAH!” Pete moaned and his body squirmed beneath me.

“Okay… More tongue is better,” I said to myself.

I slowed down the up and down motion with my mouth and focused more on my tongue technique. I loosened my lips a bit and made sure my tongue lapped around his glans a lot. At some point, his dickhead brushed against my palate, which Pete seemed to enjoy too. So after a few minutes of blowing my best friend, I had learned a few techniques on how to give a proper blowingjob. When we heard Dan talk about blowingjobs, I focused mostly on the receiving end of it in my head. But now, as I was blowing Pete, I realized I also liked giving one a lot. I liked how his dick felt in my mouth, I liked the texture and the taste of the stuff that came out, but I specifically liked that I was making my best friend feel this awesome. Or at least that was what it seemed like. Don’t get me wrong, I was anxious about getting a blowingjob, to know how it felt. But judging by the way Pete was behaving, it must be something amazing.

“Ohhh… Ron… This is… Ohhh… Wow!” Pete moaned.

Good. The more he liked it, the bigger the chance he’d do me too. I started blowing him out of curiosity, but now the curiosity expanded toward getting blown myself.

“Hmmph…. I think I’m cumming, Ron! Ahh…” Pete managed to say between his moans.

Ehh… I then realized that I hadn’t thought this one through. I knew what was coming, but wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted Pete to cum. He jorked me off this morning after all, and I wanted to return the favor. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let him cum in my mouth. But on the other hand… I was curious about the taste and what would happen if I did let him cum in my mouth. And we both already established that what we were doing, wasn’t gay.

“The hell with it!” I thought and doubled my efforts on my best friend’s dick.

“Ohhhh… YEAH… It’s coming, Ron!” Pete moaned quite loudly.

I had no clue what to expect when Pete came. But now that I decided to go for it, I couldn’t wait. I felt his body tense beneath me and his dick grew fatter in my mouth. I had my eyes open and looked at his balls. I could see them being drawn toward his body as I felt the first spurt hit the back of my tongue. It tasted like… Well, I couldn’t determine that yet because another spurt landed on my tongue, so I had to swallow. The moment I swallowed the first two spurts, a third and fourth filled my mouth. The amount of cum decreased significantly, which allowed me to taste it. As I kept my mouth on his dick, but my tongue action to a minimum, I noticed it tasted both salty and sweet at the same time. The texture was a little bit thick, but not quite. Almost like really thin yogurt or something. But I knew one thing then and there. I liked it. And I wanted more.

“Stop… Too sensitive…” I heard Pete pant.

I sat up straight and let the last bit of cum go through my mouth one last time before I swallowed it. I looked over at Pete, laying on the grass with a shit-eating grin on his face, and his eyes closed. He was still breathing heavily, and tiny drops of sweat had formed on his forehead and upper lip. Pete opened his eyes and looked at me with a look of pure bliss.

“That was freakin’ AWESOME! Why did you do that?” he asked.

“I don’t know…” I timidly responded. “I saw you lying there with your dick out in the open, and I figured I’d try a blowingjob…”

“Wow. I’m glad you did, Bro. That was… Man!!”

I lay down beside Pete and let him enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm. I also needed to process what just happened. I mean… I liked it. I liked it a lot! I felt all warm and fuzzy inside from doing it.

“If you give me a minute, I’ll do you too if you want,” Pete said to me, looking me in the eyes.

“I want you to. But you don’t have to, dude. I didn’t blow you, so you would blow me in return. I just wanted to do it.”

“What did it taste like?” Pete questioned, avoiding my answer. “Did it taste like pee?”

“No. Not at all! I was a bit afraid of that too. Your dick tastes like skin. Almost like licking a finger.”

“And my cum?”

“Not bad, actually. A mix of sweet and salty… A hint of bitterness… Really not bad. I expected much worse!” I chuckled.

Pete looked over, smiled at me and his eyes immediately went to my dick, which was pointing toward my navel, and was as hard as It’s ever been.

“I want to try it too,” he said, crawled on his knees, and moved his head toward my dick.

Without hesitation, he took my dick in his hand and pointed it at his mouth. I propped up on my elbows to see what he was doing and was treated to a sensational view. He looked at my dick and planted a sloppy wet kiss on the tip.

“Do I need to pull the skin back or not?” he asked, looking back at me.

“Ehhh… I don’t know…”

“Well… Let’s try it both ways then,” he said, opened his mouth, and lowered it over my dick.

The feeling I felt on my dick was overwhelming. Pete’s mouth was warm and wet and it was like nothing I ever felt before. The moment he started moving his head up and down, it was like fireworks were going off in my head. I was still propped up on my elbows, but the moment Pete started bobbing, I closed my eyes, and I involuntarily threw my head back. As I was enjoying Pete’s mouth on my dick, I felt him lay his hand on my pubes, at the base of my dick. On his next upward move with his mouth, his hand gripped my dick and started to pull back my foreskin.

The next thing I knew, was Pete’s tongue lapping away over my now exposed glans. It was a bit more sensitive this way, but I loved it too. I couldn’t decide which I preferred.

I looked down and saw Pete sitting on his knees. His butt was pointing toward me, and his stiff dick was visible between his parted legs. I lifted my head further to look down at the action. He was still holding my dick, and I could see it disappear in his mouth. It was obvious his tongue was doing a lot of work. Not only could I feel this on my dick, but his tongue movement was clearly visible on the outside of his mouth. It was an extremely erotic sight.

”Ohhh… This is hmmmmm, ” I managed to say.

My moans made Pete increase the effort he put into it. His tongue work intensified, and his hand started jorking me off at the same time. I felt the pressure building in my balls. I wasn’t too familiar with this yet, but it was a lot stronger than last time when Pete jorked me off. I wasn’t sure what Pete wanted to do, so I decided to warn him.

”Ahhh… Pete! I’m almost cumming…” I moaned and tried to hold back as long as I could, but had no clue yet on how to do this right.

”Hmmm,” I felt Pete moan on my dick.

This was an indication that Pete wanted to taste my cum too. So I dropped my efforts and let the good feelings wash over me. At first, I felt a tingling all around my pelvic area. This tingle drew toward my balls, penis, and the top of my head. The tingle in my balls grew stronger and stronger until it was almost unbearable. I heard myself moan loudly, and at that moment, everything went black and I could only see bright sparks in front of my eyes.

My balls felt like they were exploding and I could feel my cum going into my dick. As I felt my first spurt leave the tip of my dick, I noticed that Pete’s mouth was firmly around it, and he had stopped jorking me. His hand wasn’t on my dick anymore, but he was cupping my balls.

This realization added to the whole experience, and I felt about five or six spurts leaving my dick. It was such an overwhelming experience that I just had to lay down on my back. I just couldn’t keep myself propped up on my elbows anymore.

Pete was still cupping my balls and playing with them. He had stopped the actions with his mouth but was sucking every last drop out of me. He was literally sucking on my dick. I was sensitive down there now, but this wasn’t unpleasant. This sucking lasted a few seconds before his hand went from my balls to my dick. He slowly slid my foreskin back over my glans when my dick left his mouth and gently laid my softening dick back on my stomach. After that, he sat up straight and looked down at me. Now his shit-eating grin made sense. I had one too.

”That was freakin’ awesome, ” I said with that smile never leaving my face.

”I know, bro. It’s the best,” Pete laughed. ”And you’re right. Cum doesn’t taste bad!” and he licked his lips.

I couldn’t help but laugh when he did this, and Pete started giggling too. He laid down on the grass next to me. We both laid on our backs, looking at the sky. I didn’t know what to say or do now, so I decided to just lay there and relax a bit. Pete must’ve felt the same way too because we were both quiet for a few minutes.

”I don’t care if this is gay or not, ” Pete said. ”I love the way it feels and I want to keep doing it.”

Pete looked at me, and I could see him blushing. I figured he was a bit ashamed of his feelings. So was I. I loved giving and getting blowingjobs. But I also knew that if someone at school found out, our lives would turn to shit.

”I love it too, Pete! But we have to keep it between us, you know.”

”Of course I do! But that doesn’t mean that we can’t do it when we’re alone, ” he smiled.

”I’m so glad we figured this out together. If I knew it felt this good, I would’ve started it years ago!” and I started giggling again.

”I hear you!” Pete said and giggled too.

”But I still want to fuck a girl, ” I said a bit more seriously.

”Don’t worry. Me too! It’s not like we’re boyfriends now, right?” Pete said with a hint of uncertainty.

”No. I don’t think so, no. We’re more like friends with benefits, I think.”

”Yeah. That’s about right, I guess,” Pete said. ”I mean… I love you, man. But not like that. You know what I mean?”

”I do. And I’m glad you feel the same as I do. I don’t want a fight over this…”

”Don’t worry, bro. We won’t.”

Pete rolled over and hugged me. I felt his soft penis against my hip but decided to ignore it. It wasn’t a sexual hug, just two friends expressing their affection. I hugged him back, and after a few moments, Pete broke the hug and sat on his knees.

”Why don’t we finish the work on the sweat lodge? That way, maybe we can use it next time we’re here.”

I was glad we found a task at hand to take our minds off the sex part. So, we put our loincloths back on. The next two hours we worked on the side of the pond, finishing our small sweat lodge. Every now and then, we stirred the stew, which was smelling delicious by now.

End of part two

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As you can see, they’re having the time of their lives. Exploring your sexuallity together with your best friend is an amazing thing! And believe me, I know. It’s autobiographical, remember?

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By the way… The featured picture (I know, not the best quality, but I like it nevertheless) above this post is a still from a video I found on youtube. It’s about a group of kids exploring the world on a sailboat. In this particular part they end up with a local tribe, adopting their habits and lifestyle. There are also a lot of topless teenage girls in here. You can check it out here if you like.

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