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My Brother Saves Halloween – Part 2

My Brother Saves Halloween – Part 2
By
Tommy Linarcos

Henry shut off the lamp so we could see the storm over the lake, better.  It was night out, and the city had lot of lights so the clouds were well-lit from below.  And with the big park between our hotel and the lake, we had a pretty good view.  Lots of lightning flashes!  We were just sittin’ there, us all lit up by the blue light of the TV, and I let my head roll over onto Henry’s shoulder.

Henry put his arm around me.  “Well, doll-face, we had us an adventure.”

“I guess we did.”  I tried to think if gorilla-guy made fun of Henry, he called him some letters, but I couldn’t remember, so I didn’t come up with a funny name for him.  Nah, he’s just my Henry.  And now I was ‘doll-face,’ but I liked when Henry said it.

When Henry stretched his arm around me, it opened up the wrap in his robe.  Neither of us had these things on tight, and the belts were loose.  I could see Henry’s chest and belly in the separation, and a little lower.  Now, I knew I didn’t have any bra or panties on, but it occurred to me again that Henry didn’t have anything on under the robe, either.

I was trying to use my psychic powers to make his robe fall more open.  C’mon… just a little more… move your leg a bit so it can…  But we were both too still.  I brought my hand over to give my brother a hug.  “Thank you for taking care of me, Henry.  Giving me a Halloween.”

“Heck, I didn’t take much care of you.  Just… took charge to get us out there for tricks-n-treats,” he shrugged.

I started running my hand up and down the terrycloth.  “You held my hand the entire time.”  I let my hand slip off the edge onto his skin.  I was running my fingertips from his chest down to his belly button, real slow.

“That’s what a brother does.”  Henry moved his legs a bit, like he was gettin’ uncomfortable, and uncrossed his feet on the table.

Then, with the hand on my shoulder, he started running his fingers through my damp hair.  He caught a little snag, but I didn’t care.  I didn’t care at all.

“You kissed me,” I said.  Just matter-of-fact, not an accusation.

“Yeah, I did,” Henry said.  He felt very still, like he was nervous or scared.

“That was my first kiss,” I admitted.  Heck, he probably knew it, too.  In 6th Grade, you don’t do a lot of kissing.

“If you want it to be,” he said, still looking straight ahead out the window.  “I’m your brother, so it don’t have to count, you know?”

“Oh, it counts…” I said softly into his collar.  My fingers went below his belly button this time until they hit the loose terrycloth belt and found some hair.  I’d seen this, but those other times it just went under his shorts.  Now, it was leading somewhere…

“I’m sorry,” Henry said, turning to look at me, so I turned my face up to his.  “You were in that dress, and you just looked so dang beautiful.  I mean that.  Your hair, your eyes were shiny, you were like a willow, I don’t know… all curvy.  You just looked so… happy… I just had to kiss you.  I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.  I kissed you back, you know,” I said.

“Yeah.  You did.”

Probably too much time passed, then, us looking at each other, but I took a chance.  “Can I have a second kiss, now?”

I could hear my brother take a breath and then his lips were on mine.  Again.  Only this time, he wasn’t kissing a surprised closed mouth; I was kissing him before he was kissing me.

He turned in toward me, his hand coming over to hold me when my hand went under the belt and I bumped into… it.  Yes, his hair trail led to where I knew it would, only his dick was a lot closer to where my hand was than I thought it would be.  It broke our kiss.  “Is that…?” I asked Henry’s eyes.

“You know it is,” Henry breathed.

I had automatically pulled my hand away when I hit it, but Henry untwisted the belt, took my hand, brought it down, and put it right back on his dick.  All the way on it.  And for some reason, my hand automatically wrapped itself around his shaft.  He closed his eyes and breathed in, just like if he’d slammed his foot into the doorframe or got a cut.  I didn’t think my touching his dick hurt, but I kind of understood that the feeling would be intense, like if he touched my pussy I’d probably breathe the same way.

I got the feeling that it would not be an ‘if’ but a ‘when.’  I knew it.  I hoped it.

I was holding my brother’s dick.  It was hot.  And it was hard.  Soft, but hard.  And it was big.  I know I didn’t have anything to compare it to, this being my first time holding a dick and all, but it felt big to me.

Henry groaned and turned back to me and started kissing me, again.  And you better believe I was kissing him back.  And then, finally, his hand slipped under my robe and was feeling my boob.  My breast.  His hand was all over my skin, cupping my breast, his fingers swirling around my nipple and pulling on it.

I was in a sensory overload.  A wonderful one!  My head was like zip-zap inside, trying to figure out what I was feeling from the kiss, and what I was feeling in my hand, and what was going on while Henry felt my body and…  And what I was feeling inside all over, about Henry, about kissing, about the heat that was starting to churn in me down below, about maybe going further.

But it wasn’t confusion.  I knew what was going on.  It was just all going on at once.  I wanted to kiss my brother.  I wanted to feel my brother.  I wanted my brother to feel me.

I wanted my brother.

I always have, I guess.  He’s been my hero since I was a baby.  I mean, my daddy was, too, but Henry was my size, always there with me.  We explored the fields together and sometimes made friends together, sometimes we fought or argued, but he always looked out for me.  Always held my hand.  It’s no wonder I adored him.

As I watched him grow up, watched him get tan in the sun, watched his body change, watched him suddenly get taller, watched his shoulders get bigger, watched his chest get some muscle, watched his belly get flat, watched whatever was in his shorts get to lookin’ like it was lookin’, watched his hair go from whatever was on his head to having a cute cut, his face to just… having that smile…  I don’t know what I was going to say, I just wanted my brother to be doing what he was doing to me right then!

Henry needed me to do more, though.  He let go of my breast and threw off one whole side of his robe, took his arm out and put his hand on top of mine, and showed me how to stroke his dick.  “Please…” he breathed.  It wasn’t hard to figure out and he let me go solo.

Then he was all about getting my robe off.  My brother wanted me naked as much as I wanted him naked.  Only, while he undid my belt and tried to push off my robe, I had to stop stroking him in order to pull my arm out.  And we were kicking candy off the table.  But once my left side was free, then both of us had our close-in arms still in the robes.

Henry pulled back, not quite sitting up.  He wanted to see me.  His eyes were glued to my breasts.  I wasn’t nervous to let him see me.  Heck all, I wanted him to peek at me while we were getting changed into costumes and getting dry from the rain.  I liked my boobs.  My breasts.  They weren’t huge, but they were pretty good for what I see of my friends’ breasts.  I was pretty well proud of them.

He was trying to take me all in.  I could tell his eyes were down at my pussy, then, but I was turned away from the TV and he couldn’t see me real well.  His hands traveled over my body — oh, yes, they did! — and he tried to push me flat and feel my pussy, but it wasn’t working real well on this little couch unless I scooted forward but with the little table in front…  I could see by his eyes, lit up by the blue and red screen on the TV, that he was getting frustrated.  And I couldn’t even stroke him too well, at that point.

Henry stood up and threw off his robe.  And I could see my entirely naked brother.  Finally.  (Finally, for two years of wanting!)  I could see my brother’s dick.  His hard, pointing straight up, big, hairy dick.  It didn’t have a lot of hair, honestly, not like all over, but it was a nice bush of light brown pubes above his dick.  I thought they were light brown — that was my guess in the TV light, anyway, until I could see them in real light.  But I could still tell, here at the end of October with his tan faded, where he used to be tan and where he wasn’t, that swimsuit area lighter than the rest of him, even in the TV light.  For that second, I was able to look him up and down, all in one view.  My totally naked brother.

He stood me up, then, gently — gentle even in his need to do this, and finished taking off my robe.  Now I was completely naked for him.  I helped him out, though, taking his hands and making us trade places, with the light from the TV on me, then.  And like before, I watched his eyes look me over.  I guess he wanted to see me naked as much as I wanted to see him.  How long would he have wanted that?  Since he was twelve, like me?  Or once my body started to change?  I’ve been curious about him since I was ten.  But that didn’t matter at all, anymore, because right then, we were naked together.

Henry started breathing easier, though his dick was still hard and pointing at me and the ceiling.  Something came to his mind and he took my hand.  “Come on,” he said, and walked me into our bedroom, to the first bed, his bed.  “Okay?”  He didn’t push me; he asked me.

“Oh, yes,” I answered and climbed on the bed.  Henry left the door open so we could still hear the music, but we didn’t have the light of the TV on us, anymore.  We hadn’t closed the curtains, but it was dark in our room, so now we had a night-gray view of just the lake and all the clouds and the lightning flashes.  No trees in the way.  It was like being on a boat.  Just me and Henry and the lightning.

My brother lay down next to me and this time we could hold each other right and we got back to kissing.  As much as I wanted to feel his body, and feel his hands on my body, I think the kissing was my favorite part.  I thought it would be weird, when I’d considered it before, like when I was practicing kissing my hand, or me and Jenna kissed, I had to wonder if it would feel weird because he was my brother, like kissing Jenna was weird, at first.  But kissing Jenna became a little fun, and then I knew that because of how much I loved my brother, kissing him would be fun, too.

And then when he kissed me, I proved myself right.  Even more so when we started using our tongues.  At first, I just opened my mouth a little more in a kiss, wondering if this was how it worked.  Henry kind of opened his with me, then we both knew something was missing and, at once, our tongues found each other.  And it was like: wow!  And it wasn’t weird, it was easy.  And it was obviously a turn-on as I actually felt Henry’s dick get harder.

“Stroke my cock.  Please.  Jack my cock…”

So, it was a cock, not a dick.  A cock.  I could do that.  I jacked his cockJohn Hand Cock.  Because he had pubes, I figured he could shoot his stuff, too.  I wanted to see that, but it was too dark, then.  I loved doing it, though.  Suddenly, I wanted to be an expert at it!

And sure enough, I could feel Henry exploring further down me, and I opened my legs for him.  His fingers felt my patch of golden pubes, though he couldn’t see they were golden in the dark, and then he dipped into my flower.

“Oh, wow…”  He shuddered.  My brother actually shuddered.  He was nervous.  I had to think — I wasn’t really nervous, more excited, but I felt that he was excited and kind of nervous.  I held my brother a little tighter than I had been, letting him feel my breasts on his chest.

That actually felt great.  I wanted to do that lots more!  And I found his heart beating really fast!

He found my entrance.  His finger was going inside me.  He was feeling around, examining what it was like inside, and then plunging in and out.  He was going a little too fast, I think, but he didn’t know.  He was as… enthusiastic… as I was, probably, on his cock.

I took that opportunity to explore a little bit more, moving my hand down to his balls and feeling them, finding out what they were all about.  His ball sack was kind of tight, but I could feel his balls move as I massaged them, but didn’t squeeze — I knew that much!

Henry broke our kiss, and I let him because he was moving down to kiss and suck on my breasts, and I loved that!  His tongue and lips were on my chest, finding a path around my breasts.  I thought of the Candyland gameboard, for some reason, don’t ask me why.  But his tongue found the swell of my right breast and then his lips found my nipple, and then he was sucking on me…  “Ooohhhhh…”  I had to let out a moan, I’d wanted to feel that for so…

I was certain I could feel Henry smile while sucking at my breast, the way his lips and cheeks moved, like he knew I was liking it.  I allowed my one hand that had been finding how smooth his body was to now hold his head and run my fingers through his hair.  My other hand was trying to find a decent hold on his cock, again, and Henry changed his position enough to allow me to.

This was sex! I thought to myself.  Or it almost was.  Heck, we were naked in the dark, on a bed, there was some music, I was stroking his cock and he was sucking my tits and playing with my pussy, driving me nuts!  If that’s not sex, then…  But inside of me, I knew there could be more.  I was feeling very warm, the chill from the rain long forgotten.  Warm like… not like the robe, but like… inside me… 

Henry’s finger was still inside me.  I wanted him to psychically know he could explore more of me there, like find my clit, but I didn’t want to tell him.  He was, though, finding out just how wet I am, and…

“Can I fuck you?” he asked me.

That was the magic question, now, wasn’t it?

“I really want to fuck you,” he confessed to me.

“Yes,” I said, maybe too quickly.

I wanted to fuck.  I wanted to know what it feels like.  I wanted to be ‘a woman.’  I wanted my brother.  I wanted my brother to be the one.  I loved my brother.  Who else could it be?  And the way I was feeling right then, if he didn’t fuck me, I was going to fuck him.

I was a little nervous about this, finally.  Henry’s finger was inside me, and I’d had Jenna’s inside me, too and, of course, my own.  And I’d played with the handle of my hairbrush, but this was going to be a real dick.  Henry’s cock.  What I could feel of it in my hand told me this was going to be bigger than any finger or hairbrush.  The first time was supposed to hurt, some, they say.  But just how much?

With my ‘yes,’ Henry changed all his positioning, leaving my pussy and my breasts.  I spread my legs as he got in between them and propped himself over me.  He looked a little uncertain, that’s what I thought I saw in his eyes, anyway, his eyebrows getting scrunched.  Then he looked at me and gave me one more kiss.  I gladly accepted it!  Then he did a thing, taking a breath, like a ‘here goes…’

I looked down our bodies at his cock as it rubbed through my pubes, and then dropped down into my labia, finding center.  He started poking me.  He was using a gentle force, a light prodding, but he was in the wrong place.  I didn’t know if I was supposed to tell him or not.  I mean, he’s the boy, this was his part, right?

Henry’s face showed confusion or frustration when I looked up at him.  When he saw my eyes, he looked away right away, like he was embarrassed that he didn’t get it right.  I didn’t want to say it out loud, and he didn’t want to either, probably, but neither of us knew exactly what to do.  He finally used a hand to guide his cock where he thought he was supposed to go.  I got the guts to use my hand to help him find my entrance.

We both slid his cock head over my hole a couple times and then it went in.  The whole head went in!  And then he stopped.

I looked up to Henry and he looked at me, and we both instantly smiled!  This was the right spot.  It was going to work!  He kissed me again and then started to push in.  He kept his hand there to make sure.

I got the idea of how this was supposed to hurt, then.  I’m sure I’d already broken my hymen a couple months ago, but it was the size of his cock, the… width? that was…  I don’t know what is a normal size for a fourteen-year-old boy, but as far as its entering me, it might as well have been as huge as a grown man’s.  But it was the stretching.  His cock was stretching my insides.  He wasn’t taking it very slowly, either; he wanted to get his cock inside me.  I wanted his cock inside me, too, I just wanted it to go in easier.

I put my hands on his waist, making him pause, then I pushed him back a little, and held him.  I didn’t want him to pop out, I just felt that trying a couple back-and-forths might feel better, moving my wetness.

I was right.

Henry got the idea.  Turns out the in-and-out was natural for boys.  And then… he was… he was… all the way in.  My brother was all the way in.  My brother’s cock was all the way inside me.  I could feel his pubes on my clit as he just kind of floated there.  I opened my eyes and saw his were still closed.  It was dark, but in the faint light I could make out the look on his face.

It was like he couldn’t be happier.

I moved my arms up and wrapped them around him and pulled him down to me, kissing him when he got the idea.  Then I crossed my legs behind him and locked him inside me.

“Henry…” was all I could get out.  He opened his eyes and found mine.  He knew.

“Does it feel okay?” he asked.  “Does it hurt?”

I nodded a little.  “A little.  But keep going.  Let’s do it — slow!”

When I said that, I heard an echo of the word “slow” coming from the sitting room.  It was the TV music.  I realized I was losing my virginity to the song from Suicide Squad!  It was a great song, though — Twenty-One Pilots’ “Heathens”? — and it had a steady beat.  Maybe we could use that.

I corrected my request to Henry.  “…at first.”

“Okay.”  He licked his lips and nodded at me.  He raised back up and drew his cock back out.  I don’t think he wanted to do that, though, because he immediately got about fixing himself and finding my entrance, again.  And then I felt him sliding into me again, only this time his cock was wet, and so were my pussy lips.  I tried to not be nervous, I didn’t want to make my hole tight, but as he slipped further in, I found that I was starting to love that feeling of my pussy grabbing his cock, holding onto it like my hand had when I was stroking him.

Henry was all the way inside me, again, and when he pulled back he didn’t fall out.  He did make a little noise, an “Ohh-ohhh-ohhhh…” that I don’t think I was supposed to hear but he couldn’t help it.  He pushed back in more quickly, and did it all again.  And again.  My brother was fucking me! 

He started grunting as he made it back in me.  Not grunting like an animal, but soft little ones, the air coming out of him when he pushed himself in me.  It was like when you’re play-fighting and you make the noise when the other guy gets hit.  Henry was making his noises of fucking, his ‘Mmm’s and ‘Uh’s.  And he was doing it to the downbeat to the song!

I’d kind of been holding myself back with that, like I was trying to be quiet, like you’re not supposed to make noise doing this.  It was funny that Henry was losing his breath each time he grunted, because he was really knocking my breath out!  The next time he plunged into me with a grunt, I “ooh!”-ed right back at him.

That made him pop open his eyes and he looked right into mine and smiled.  “It’s better?”

“Oh, yeah, Henry,” I told him.  “So much better…!  Keep doing that… keep going….”

Henry didn’t close his eyes now, he kept looking at mine.  Then he started going faster, his soft grunts turning into one long groan.  My oohs turned into a whimper, just one long word, as high a voice as when I open a birthday present and like what’s inside.  And I really liked what was going on inside me!

This was feeling good!  I kinda knew I might be a little sore tomorrow, but this was feeling better and better.  And I was getting wetter and wetter.  This was why people liked fucking, I now knew. 

Henry was fucking me.  My brother was fucking me and I was loving it!

I was going to try to tell Henry all about it, somehow, when he dropped down and started holding me tight.  Real tight.  “Oh, Katie…!  I’m…  Ka-”  Then he went all stiff, except for his left leg — his left leg was shaking.  I remember that.  He stopped thrusting and I felt his cock swell up a little more inside me and then I felt it kick!  And suddenly, there was more wetness and warmth inside me than there was before.  His cock kicked again, and I knew he was shooting his stuff in me.  His cum.  I could feel it.  I could feel his cum.  The music crashed from its bridge and got intense, as if Henry had timed it!  He started fucking again, just a little in-and-out, but I could feel him still cumming in me.

I wrapped my arms around him, held him to me.  Me and Henry.  I slowly stroked his back while the song played out.  We were fine.  We didn’t move.  He was on top of me and still inside me.  We were fine.

The song on the TV changed twice before we moved.  I don’t remember what those ones were.  We were breathing easier.  Henry didn’t move off of me, but he did raise up, again.  He was still inside me.  I don’t think he wanted to come out of me.

“Katie… we…”

“Yeah.”

“Was it…?  Are you… alright?”

“Yeah.  Did you like it?” I asked him with a little smile.

“Oh, heck, yeah!” he grinned back.  “That was the greatest thing ever!”  He turned that into a kind of worried expression.  “Did you like it?”

“Mm-hmm…  I loved it.”  I kept stroking his back, and then his hair.

“Did you… cum… like me?”

I was honest.  “Almost.  I was getting there.  I could feel it coming on, but…”

“I’m sorry.  Katie, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean for it to be so fast.  It just felt… and then I…”

“It’s okay.  Henry, it’s okay,” I soothed.  “It was our first time.  For both of us, it was just our first time, so…”

Something clicked in my brother’s mind.  “Our first time?”

Then it clicked, what I’d said.  “Our first time.”

“Just our first time, huh?”

“Yeah, just our first time.”

Henry started fucking me, again.  I guess he’d never really gone soft — his cock, I mean.  And it was still inside me.  He was just looking at me, and I was looking at him, both of us with goofy smiles on our faces, and we started fucking again.

And that’s when the phone rang.

End of Part two

Copyright 2025 – Tommy Linarcos
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My Brother Saves Halloween – Part 1


This story was written as part of a proposed “contest” between myself and three other writers.  Five prompt terms were randomly chosen from categories and would have to be part of each story in some fashion.  The contest wound up not happening, but I liked the idea I’d gotten and wrote it, anyway.

The prompt terms were:  incest / brother-sister / Halloween / rainy day / must include the line: “You and I in a little toy shop, buy a bag of balloons with the money we’ve got.” (Whether you’ve recognized this or not, all of Jason Crow’s stories begin with a song lyric – go ahead, go back and look if you don’t believe me! – so I pulled a lyric randomly from a select group when the terms were chosen.)  I don’t know if I’d have won the contest, but I hope you enjoy the story. 

The first half is a lot of character-building, very story-heavy.  These things were very important to your narrator, Katie, who needed to tell you about them for you to understand the rest of her story.  Please don’t skip it the first time reading – the “action” is always better, always means more, when you are invested in the characters.  (The next time you read it, you can skip to where you want to!)

Cheers,

Tommy L.


My Brother Saves Halloween – Part 1
By
Tommy Linarcos

“You and I in a little toy shop, buy a bag of balloons with the money we’ve got,” my brother sang near my ear.  I giggled, but was more interested in his hands on my waist — not tight, just… right there… on my hips, as if he were supporting himself while he leaned down that little bit.  That made me smile, and shiver a little.  A good shiver.  I liked when we were friends, when we were close.

My brother paid for the balloons and all the other stuff we’d picked to make Halloween costumes out of, and we left the store.  He took my hand and we headed back to our hotel to get creative.

Here’s the deal.  My aunt was finally getting married to her beau on the Saturday after Halloween.  They really liked Halloween — it was when they’d met!  I don’t want to say that my mom forced me and my brother to go to the wedding, because she didn’t.  We like our aunt, and wanted to go.  My mom’s like, “Katie, I’m afraid you and Henry have to take a few days off of school because we’re going to Chicago for Aunt Marcy’s wedding!” and I pretended to be mad — all “awwww, dang!” and stuff, but laughing.  Mom knew!  The only thing against it was that we’d miss Halloween with our friends, but we’d have our cousins.  Or so we thought.

My aunt lives somewhere in Chicago, and it’s always fun to visit her a couple times a year.  We go for a week every summer, and either spring break or winter break, and do different things, or sometimes just hang out when our cousins come meet us there or we head out to their houses. 

Back in spring, right around Easter, we stayed at this Wolf Lodge place in the Chicago suburbs.  There were a ton of water slides there and it was fun playing with Henry on those.  I’ll tell you right now: my brother is hot!  At least to me and my friends.  My cousins got to stay there, too, so it was fun all-around, but I secretly liked hanging all over my nearly-naked big brother as we’d slide down a big slide together — my “needing” him for safety!  He was always careful of my boobs when he’d hold onto me, or toss me in the water, but not of my butt, and I never minded that!

We live in Nebraska, so it’s fun to go to the Big City a couple times a year, and I don’t mean Omaha!  At home, there’s a lot of land and not a lot to do.  If me and Henry didn’t have our bikes, I don’t know what we’d do.  We’re not farmers, though my dad is — he runs Mr. Tyrell’s operation.  We live in the Omaha suburbs, kind of in-between Omaha and Lincoln, near the Platte River, but that really just means there’s some distance between our house and fun stuff.  Not like you can swim in the Platte, anyway.  And yeah, I hate it when my cousins ask about what it’s like when the cows are flying around from all the tornados…  (I’ve seen one tornado.)

Life out there revolves around the corn.  For the last two summers, Henry did some detasseling and roguing work for a few weeks for good money, and this is the first year I got to go and work with him, too.  I hated it and didn’t last the season.  I should have known when the boss was like, “A twelve-year-old girl?  You won’t last.”  He was right, I didn’t last a week, honestly.  There was only one other young girl there that first day, but a few teenage girls stuck it out, I’m told.  It was odd watching my brother dress in long sleeves and such for work on hot days.  Back home in the summer, all he wears is a pair of shorts and his Cornhuskers hat, so he got himself a nice tan, anyhow, and he’s building up some muscles, so I really like it when he rides shirtless and I get to see them.  In the summer, anyway.

So, when I’m talking about a trip to the city, I mean Chicago.  A real city where the buildings just don’t stop and Lake Michigan is so big it might as well be the ocean!

Anyway…

We’d been forgotten about on Halloween.  I’ll admit, it kind of hurt.  No, it really hurt. 

We got here Thursday, taking Amtrak in with Mom (Dad would come later), and were staying at this big hotel downtown.  Aunt Marcy and her fiancée Ronald came to have dinner with us, and so did my mom’s brother Uncle Ted and his wife Aunt Frannie, and my Uncle Bill and Aunt Trisha, but none of their kids came — too fancy a restaurant for all the kids.  They all said we could come to their places for Halloween tricks-n-treats and they’d come get us.

The next day, Halloween, the adults were doing the wedding rehearsal in one of the dining room/conference room places down on the third floor, and then they were going to have a dinner and hang out and get drunk the rest of the night, so all of our cousins were at home going Trick-or-Treating or going to a friend’s Halloween party. 

And Henry and me were left here, in the hotel.  We were supposed to have gone to one of their houses and they’d help us with costumes and we’d go Trick-or-Treating with the cousins.  Hell, we’d have gone even if it was just with the littler kids, if someone had come out to pick us up.  Or if we knew the bus routes.

Just the wedding party people showed up.  Nobody showed to get us.  We waited.  We didn’t have their numbers, so we couldn’t call.  We could have gone down to hang out with the rehearsal crowd, but we would have just been in the way, waiting for it to end, looking pathetic.

So we sat in the lobby for an hour after we expected to get picked up.  There’s only so many times you can read the comics in the newspaper.  Then my brother stood up and made a decision.

“C’mon, Katie,” Henry said as he took my hand, “we’re goin’ costume shoppin’.”  There was something stuck in our brains from when we were little that Henry had to hold my hand when we went places.  I was just-turned twelve this summer, and Henry would be fourteen come January, but he still did it, and there was no way I was going to stop him.  We left the hotel lobby and walked out onto Michigan Avenue.

There’s just something about the city!  It just feels different!  There’s electricity in the air!  People moving fast, some talkin’ to themselves on the phone, men in suits, ladies with shopping bags, teenagers or college kids dressed however they want to, and some dressed like people in the movies.  All the cars… I bet there were as many cars passing us by right there than in the whole of Lincoln!  And when I looked down the street, the street just kept going, it didn’t end at a field.

“Hey!” Henry was pointing to a hole in the middle of the street that cars were driving down into.  “That’s from Batman!  When, in Batman Dark Knight, they go down into the street underneath Gotham City?  That’s it!”  He was so excited, but he never let go of my hand.  We’d seen some movies with Chicago in it before when we’d come out so we could see if we recognized anything, like Ferris Bueller and The Fugitive, but seeing Batman stuff always made Henry happy.

Down the street, there was this one giant slanty building with big giant Xs on it all the way up, and no matter how much walking we did, we never got closer to it!

“Henry, why ain’t we getting any closer to that building?  It’s just always… down there… and we keep walking, and it’s still down there!” I asked my brother.  I’m not dumb, but what the heck?

“That’s the John Hancock building,” Henry told me, as if that explained it all.

I had to giggle.  “Hand cock!”

“Yeah, I’ll give you hand cock!” Henry laughed right back.  He put his free hand in his pocket and thumped it out a few times, guaranteeing I kept laughing.  I had to look around quickly to see who saw us.  No one, really.  Just my brother, smiling at me with a big grin, his blonde hair falling over his eye.  He had it long in front on one side, and when he popped up out of the water in the pool, he could swing his head and shoot water at you with that hair, and he was pretty darn accurate!

“So, where’s the Serious Tower?” I asked him when I stopped giggling.

“In-land a bit, away from the lake so it don’t fall in the water if the beach erodes.”  He pointed to our left.  Used to be the tallest building in the world, but I still couldn’t see it because of all the other tall buildings.

It was actually kind of cold, so I was glad we were dressed for travel.  My mom says when she was young here, it actually snowed one Halloween, and she had to wear her winter coat over her Little Mermaid dress!  I hoped it wasn’t going to snow, though it did feel a little like rain, but Henry said that it might just be because we were right next to the lake.

Not that I didn’t like walking and looking at the people and the buildings, but…  “Henry, where are we going?”  We had to pull over out of the flow of people, standing next to a street lamp that people would walk around us naturally.  It was cool that some of the people were dressed for Halloween — the girls, mostly, in black and with color-sprayed hair, though we did see some boys who looked kinda like zombies.

Henry turned around in a circle, nice and slow, looking at the names of the stores.  “I thought there might be a good store around here, like a Target or something we could get costumes in.”

“What do we need costumes for?  Ain’t nobody come to get us for tricks-n-treats,” I reminded him.

“Katie, we may be stuck here in Chicago, but this is where they make candy!  And there’s all these people in black and orange, and everybody knows it’s Halloween, and all we need is some good costume and we can go Trick-or-Treating in these places right here.  And there’s got to be some homes and apartments somewhere off this main street, you know?”  My brother looked determined.  I admired that about him.  No forgettin’ uncle was going to ruin our Halloween!

Then me and Henry spotted it at the same time.  A Walgreens!  That was something we knew!

So we were at the Walgreens buying supplies to make Halloween costumes out of.  There was a big Chicago souvenirs section, but there wasn’t much in the Halloween section except candy because this was a “downtown” store, so no Spider-Man or Pikachu costumes, and no Batman costume, which disappointed Henry.  So we had to be creative.

“What if…” Henry began as we wandered down the aisles.  He picked up a little stuffed dog next to the birthday cards.  “I wear my wedding suit and tape this dog to me and some makeup for bruises and a beard?  I could be John Wick!”

I caught on to what he was talking about being creative.  I picked up three stuffed little kittens.  “I can pin these to one of the hotel robes, wear the complimentary slippers, and be a crazy cat lady!”  I could curl my hair weird with mom’s curling iron.

Next, I found a bag of purple balloons.  “Could blow these up, pin ‘em on me, I’m a bunch of grapes!”  That was a good ‘maybe.’  We took the balloons, too.

We saw some toys from Jurassic World.  “If you wore your shorts, and my button-down shirt,” Henry was thinking, “you could be that woman from Jurassic Park 1.  We just need to make a badge or something, maybe with a stuffed dinosaur?”

We picked up a box of markers.  There was stationery in the hotel room to draw on.

We passed into the clothing aisle.  There were some red leggings.  “I wear these, and your red Cornhuskers shirt inside-out, and a green wool hat, and I’m a bottle of sriracha!”  We both went, “M’eh…” but I put ‘em in the basket.  A red wool hat could make us into a horrid, horrid lawn gnome, if we could find something for a beard?  No.  There was a leotard, and if I paired it up with something, I could be Barbie, maybe tape paper wheels to my shoes and she could be rollerblading…  Complicated, but I could do anything as a Barbie if I stick out my chest and smile a lot.  I got some boobs, now — not big, but they’re there.  I told that to Henry, and that we could make him into a Ken, so we went to the beauty aisle and found Aqua Net hairspray, as an option.

“Blue hairspray?” Henry found a colored spray can nearby.  “Hey, you could be that sad blue girl from Inside Out?”

“I don’t know if that would work,” I said.  “I think I saw that girl outside, like in real life.  So, not a costume.”

On our way back to clothing, we passed the automotive section and I picked up a chamois.  I held it at Henry’s waist.  “Tarzan?” I kidded.  Yeah, I was kidding, but part of me imagined Henry nearly-naked wearing it.  I mean, I’ve seen him swimming and how he runs around, but having him wear it on purpose would be fun!

Henry picked up a second chamois.  “Only if you be Jane!”  He held the chamois across my boobs. 

Now my imagination went nuts, but I held it together.  “Sorry, that’ll never hold these puppies…” I said, holding my right boob with my free hand.  Henry laughed, but looked at me a little longer, then put the two chamois away.

Back in clothing: “Some big mittens, and be that Bernie guy from Congress?”  M’eh…  “An umbrella and be some kind of Mary Poppins?”  M’eh…  “This wife-beater t-shirt, my jeans, paint on a mustache, and be Freddy Mercury?” 

“That’s a maybe,” I said, picturing my brother’s bare arms.

“A blue t-shirt…  Look around, maybe there’s at least a Superman shirt, or I can get this plain one and color an S on paper.  There’s glasses over by the pharmacist.  With my suit coat, I could be Clark Kent?”  Henry seemed to like that, so we took the blue tee.

Food was down the next aisle forward.  We put a bag of Doritos and some Ruffles in our handbasket, and some little donuts, then chose two Cokes apiece — I got Vanilla, Henry got Cherry.  You need stuff like that for TV watching in the room, you know?  There was those little boxes of cereal…  “Could tape these to you and be a cereal killer?  Find or make a knife?  Tape them to your shirt, do crazy eyes?”  That was a maybe, but it reminded us to get some tape, too, since we kept thinking we could tape things to ourselves.

I put a plant on my head.  “Get a yellow tablecloth for a poncho and I’m a pineapple?”  M’eh…

“Here’s some silk roses.  Wear your dress and you could be The Bachelorette!” Henry suggested.

That was a maybe.  “I’d have to be pretty for anyone to get it…”

“You are pretty,” Henry told me.

I had to stop.  That floored me!  “You… you think I’m pretty, Henry?”

My brother blushed a bit.  Here we were in the middle of Walgreens and I kind of put him on the spot.  But what else could I say?  It was a thrill and a mystery at the same time!

“Hey, don’t take this the wrong way, like weird, or anything,” he started, kind of shifting.  “You’re my sister, and everything, but even I can see you’re a hot little number and I’m gonna have to keep my friends away from you, one day soon.”

I didn’t know what to say.  This was… I couldn’t believe it!  The words were spinning in my head and I had to…  I threw my arms around Henry, bashing his ribs with the handbasket, my ear pressed to his chest.  “Do you really mean that, Henry?”

I heard his “Of course, I do” through his body, the air in his lungs just reverberating into my ear.  His hands were around me, his one hand stroking my long gold hair, but then I felt him pulling away.

Oh… yeah… we were still in the middle of Walgreens.

“C’mon, let’s go buy this stuff and get back to figure out what we’re gonna do,” he told me.  And that’s when he sang in my ear, at the counter when I was taking the stuff out of the basket, and he saw the balloons, again.

I love my brother.

On the way back to the hotel, we stopped at this guy’s stand in the big Millennium Park with the mirror bean thing in it and bought some overpriced hotdogs.  They were good hotdogs, but apparently, ketchup is not allowed on hotdogs in Chicago.

Up in our room, we ate the dogs and fries and felt less angry with food in our stomach.  I guess we got a pretty good room for this special occasion, a suite.  There was this fancy sitting room with a couch and chairs and a table and windows and everything; our mom’s bedroom had one big bed in it she’d be sharing with Dad when he made it into town; and Henry and I had our own bedroom with two single beds in it.  They probably thought they were doing us a favor.  Most times when we travelled, we all got one room with two big beds, and I had to share with Henry — which I didn’t mind, at all.  But with actual bedrooms, we knew Mom and Dad wanted to snuggle this weekend.  With two single beds, though, I couldn’t slide over in my sleep and spoon with Henry.  But at least we had privacy.  And our own washroom, which was nice.

We dumped out our supplies on the desk by the TV.  We got the puppy, three kitties, balloons, a blue shirt, an eight-pack of little cereals, six fake roses, a pair of cheap kiddie sunglasses, a sleeveless undershirt, a leotard, red leggings, green wool hat, Aqua Net hairspray, some tape, scissors, Doritos, Ruffles, little gem donuts, and two Cokes.  (The Cokes went into the fridge because we bought two root beers from the hotdog guy.)  The whole thing cost a lot more than Henry wanted to spend, but he had his money from our summer job, and we wanted to give ourselves the options.

We had to get going on these costumes if we wanted to get out there and find tricks-n-treats.  Henry took off his Nike shirt and then his jeans, figuring he’d try ‘Clark Kent,’ first.  Stripping down to our underwear was no big deal — we saw each other like that every day.  But when Henry stood there in just his blue briefs and his socks…  “Hey, if we went back and got you blue leggings, you could be Superman!” I said.

There he was, almost naked.  It was different looking at him in his underwear.  When he was in his shorts, his butt was the same shape, sure, but it looked different in his briefs, like he showed the actual curve.  His front was very different, too — in his shorts, his dick was just a bulge, but here it had shape, you could tell where each of the parts were and what they were doing!

But he stood there, his getting-muscular chest, his arms with summer-work biceps, his strong legs, and that underwear, socks for boots, and he looked like a superhero.  He seemed to consider it.

“I know what you mean,” he said to the floor, looking at his legs and undies, “but we’re not going back.  We should’ve thought of that before.  I’ll bet you there was a Dracula cape there, somewhere.  If we got all black stuff, I could be Bruce Wayne, like after fighting the Joker, like when he got home and he took off his mask.”  Then he looked at our stuff on the table.  He picked up my red leggings.  “But, with these, and my Cornhuskers shirt inside-out, maybe I could be The Flash…”

He tried to step into them, realizing he needed his socks off, then got the leggings up to his thighs, finally realizing his briefs needed to be on the outside of the leggings.

My brother took off his underwear.  I saw his butt.  His real butt.  He was turned away from me, but I couldn’t look away.  My brother was naked.  He put on the leggings, then his briefs, and then his red shirt, and turned to me.  “Yes?  No?”

I was still a little dazed.  “The leggings actually make your legs look skinnier,” I was able to say when I came to my senses.  The combination really didn’t look good, even for a cheap costume.

“Yeah, that’s what I figured…” Henry said, then sat down and took everything off, again.  I couldn’t, like, stand up and run in front of him to look, but just knowing he was briefly naked in my presence, again, was unbelievable.  I didn’t say a thing.  Just enjoyed it.

He found and dressed in his khakis, the new blue tee, and with his button-down shirt open.  Then he got about coloring a Superman S shield on hotel stationery.  I, meanwhile, taped the three kittens to the hotel robe and tried that on.  “Crazy Cat Lady?” I modeled for Henry.

“What are you going to wear under it?  Your jeans, like that?” he asked.  He popped the lenses out of the cheap sunglasses and had his Clark Kent glasses.

I wasn’t sure.  It wasn’t a sexy costume, just funny.  I’d have to mess up my hair.  “Maybe my pajama pants?”

“How about the grapes or the sriracha?”

I ditched the robe and then I had to face the same choice Henry had.  Do I change into the red leggings in the bedroom, or just do it out here, like he had?  I went for broke and decided to tease him back, just to see his reaction.  I stripped down to my bra and panties in front of my brother.  Nothing he hasn’t seen before, but we were here.  “Hand me your red shirt,” I asked as I put the leggings on.

My brother watched me.  He didn’t give me the shirt until the leggings were on.

“With them over your underwear, they’re all bunched up,” he said, clearly looking at my ass. 

I went to the mirror and turned around.  “Yeah, but with the shirt, you can’t see them.”  Henry shrugged, and then helped me out by coloring a “Sriracha” label.

I put on the green wool cap; I thought I looked funny, in a good way.  Henry topped himself off with his suit coat, we took a couple pictures of ourselves (I wish I’d had my camera out when Henry flashed me his butt!), we made sure we had a room key and a couple Walgreens loot bags, and went out into the halls as Clark Kent and Sriracha!

We tried knocking on a room door down our hall.  No answer.  We tried another.  No answer.  The third door said, “What do you want?” 

We sang “Trick or treat!” 

The door said, “Go away.”

We had to figure that would happen.  We had better luck at the next door.  We knocked and it opened.  A man with no shirt stood there.  He had pants and shoes, but no shirt.  He was very hairy, like chest, shoulders, and his back!  I didn’t know men could grow hair on their backs!  He also had some shave cream on his neck, so I guess I knew what we’d caught him at.

“Trick or treat!” we sang.

“Hey-ey… Look at youse!  Yeah, it’s Halloween, I get it.  I didn’t even think kids could…”  He looked down the hall both ways, maybe to see if there were more kids, or any adults nearby.  “Hey, I ain’t got no candy, but youse kids got some nerve, I’ll tell you.  Here.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.  He flicked a couple one dollar bills at our Walgreens bags.

“What are you, a CPA?” he asked Henry.  Henry’s shirt had fallen closed and he opened it to show the S.  “Well, that’s a pretty cheap Superman, guy.  Where’s the effort?  And you, doll-face, I tell you… You wear something sexier, show a little skin instead of dressing up as a Keebler Elf, and I’d give you a few more bucks, you know what I mean?”

I didn’t know what to say to that.  Henry picked up the dollars.

“Hey, Merry Christmas!” the guy said and closed the door.

We went right back to our room.

Once I was in, I pulled off the stupid hat and threw it against the wall, then I ripped off the red shirt and collapsed on my bed.  “This is stupid!  We’re stupid for even trying!”  I felt like crying, and maybe I was, a little.  My eyes were wet.

Henry came over behind me and put his arms around me.  I raised up a bit to let him.  “Don’t pay attention to that gorilla-guy, he’s just an asshole.”

“Gorilla-guy!” I sniff-laughed.  From then on, Henry and I would refer to the ‘gorilla-guy’ in many private jokes.

“But you are a doll-face.  I told you…” he whispered in my ear, “…you are really pretty.”

That did make me smile.  “You know my friends and me all think you’re hot…”

“Your friends… and you?” he repeated.  Oops, I did say that, didn’t I?

I sat up.  “Mm-hm.  I’m your sister, I can judge you.  You look good after all that work this summer.”  And I left it at that.

We went back out by our costume supplies.  What else could I be instead of stupid sriracha?  With my back to Henry, I took off my bra, then stepped into the yellow leotard.  “Maybe gorilla-guy was right, though.  What if I showed more skin and did the Barbie costume?”

“You don’t have to do that…” Henry said, looking right at my chest.  I knew my nipples were pointy right then, but I was feeling a little daring.  Henry did call me pretty, after all.

“Yeah, my underwear is all bunchy, still.  I could take that off,” I teased, “and do a pony tail.  Do you think that would be Barbie enough?”

“You… you could try…” Henry coughed.

I really didn’t like the Barbie combination.  I had no idea what to do with it.  “Yeah, no…  I’m gonna go with the Cat Lady, but I’ll wear my shorts underneath, show some leg.”

And that’s what I went with.  Henry decided to try one a little more Halloweeny, too, like he’d made some effort, and taped four cereal boxes to the sleeveless undershirt, punctured the boxes with the four plastic knives we got from the hotdog guy (why, I don’t know — what do you need knives for with hotdogs?), put his jeans back on, and gave himself some stubble with my mom’s mascara.  We snapped some photos and we were back out the door.

We decided not to go door-to-door to the guest rooms, this time, but went downstairs and hit the front desk and the Concierge.  Both of them, I am happy to report, had a big bag of candy at their desks!  We got full-size Three Musketeers and Kit Kats from the front desk lady, and full-size Reese’s Cups and MilkyWays from the Concierge.  We were going to try the bell captain, but the Concierge quietly shook his head at us.  The front desk lady waved us back over.

“You kids should hit the stores while they’re still open,” she told us.  “Usually, whoever is at the closest-in counter has something, even if it’s just Smarties or Tootsie Pops.  The college kids like to trick-or-treat, thinking it’s funny, but the stores like the good will and surprise them.”

That was exactly what we were hoping to find out!  We started out for the street when the Concierge stopped us.  “Kids, I hate to tell you, but it’s gotten colder out there, now.”  We should have remembered.  It was cold before, too.  “Bring a coat or… change your costume a little?  Like padding or… pants?”

This was going to be the third costume change!  But with four candy bars and two dollars in our bags, this was what we wanted, dang it!

In the elevator, Henry knew he couldn’t put his coat over the cereal boxes — the whole look would be ruined.  Would he go back to Clark Kent?  He decided to try the John Wick look.  I could pad my robe and wear pants, I knew, but I suddenly wondered if people would think I was a homeless person?  When Henry decided on John Wick, I had the idea of matching him, like we might’ve done with Barbie and Ken.

In our room, Henry changed pretty quickly into his good suit he brought for the wedding, taping the little stuffed dog to his shoulder.  He was painting John Wick’s beard on his face with Mom’s mascara brush when I came back from Mom’s room.

I was in my nice dress for the wedding, a red, street-length gown with open shoulders, but I wore the leggings underneath, and borrowed my mom’s black jacket to keep out the chill.  I’d put on a little makeup — not much — and used the curling iron on my long, golden hair, making it flip just below my shoulders, and applied lots of Aqua Net for the wind.  And I carried the six fake roses.

“What do you think?”

Henry was stunned, making me very happy.  “Doll-face, you are not pretty.  You are beautiful!”

I couldn’t hide my smile, and I gave Henry one of my roses.  “Will you accept this rose?”

When he took the flower from me, he leaned in and kissed me.  He kissed me!  A real kiss!  On the lips!  And not a quick birthday peck, a real kiss!  I felt that one right down to my toes.  At first, he just kissed my lips, but when he didn’t pull away, I kissed him back.  When we broke the kiss, I had to shake the stars out of my eyes, but a smile, I’m afraid, was glued to my face, now.

We took a couple photos, grabbed our Walgreens bags, and took the elevator down.  We got a very approving smile from the Concierge as we went outside.  Henry took my hand, like he always did.

When we walked down Michigan Avenue, now we looked like we belonged.  Well, we were certainly dressed right, although Henry’s fake beard — and the doggie — kind of gave us away as kids out for tricks-n-treats.

Not every store had candy for us.  We got a few “Oh, I’m sorry, but aren’t you cute!” responses, but Carrie the desk lady was right and we did get candy at other places.  No more full-size ones, but we did get a lot of M&Ms, Snickers, MilkyWays, and suckers I don’t know the brand of.  One department store had candy, but since the closest desk was cosmetics, the girl there let me try on a nice lipstick to go with my dress and gave me some perfume samples — which was really cool!

Our favorite place was this soul food restaurant.  The lady not only gave us some M&Ms, but felt so bad we hadn’t had dinner, yet, sat us down and gave us plates with samples of short rib street tacos, fried green tomatoes with lump crab, collard green dip and chips, and some parmesan truffle fries.  This was, hands-down, the best stuff we’d ever tasted!  And it was just appetizers, she told us, because the entrée stuff was portioned.  Henry tried to pay, but the lady wouldn’t hear of it, and her husband, who had been cooking in back, came out and recognized Henry’s costume right away.

“Money’s no good — Not if you can’t spend it,” he told Henry, which Henry loved, because it was a line from John Wick, I guess.  The lady wanted to know who John Wick was, and then the man and Henry both said, “John wasn’t exactly the boogeyman.  He was the one you sent to kill the fuckin’ boogeyman!”

Henry said he should have a fake gun, but both the man and lady reacted immediately and said a fake gun is the worst thing you can have in Chicago!  I’m like, Okayyyy

We asked about any homes in the area to go to, and she said there were some west of the Loop, but things get kind of ‘empty’ in the south Loop at night, and now that it was dark out already, we should either stick to well-lit places or head back.

We took a couple selfies with the couple, and I gave them each a flower, and we were on our way.  (Before the wedding on Saturday, we brought our dad back here for lunch!)

We went as far north as the Chicago River — which isn’t as big as the Missouri, but it was definitely deeper than the Platte, and this lady told us the Chicago River runs backwards for some weird reason — and we still hadn’t reached that John Hand Cock building!  We decided to head back to the hotel.

On the way there, it started raining.  Yep, it started light, and we hoped that would be it, but it got heavy real fast.  There was no avoiding it.  We tried running, but I was in my strappy flats and skidding, luckily still holding Henry’s hand so I didn’t fall.  We tried waiting it out in a doorway, but we were soaked and kept having to move for people.  We just got on with it and made it back to the hotel lobby as soon as we could.

When we got inside, we realized not only was my dress ruined, but Mom’s jacket, and Henry’s whole suit was, too.  I was starting to cry when our friends, Mr. Thomas the Concierge and Carrie, the front desk lady, came to our rescue.  Carrie assured me the things weren’t ruined — just incredibly wet!

We were to undress in our room and call down.  They would have a valet pick up our clothes and have them cleaned and pressed.  They wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow, but we didn’t need them until before the wedding, and our mother didn’t need to know — until the bill came at check-out!

I gave them each one of my wet roses, keeping the last one for myself.

When we were changing, Henry came sliding in front of the windows only in his white button-down shirt and socks, singing into the root beer cup.  “Just take those old-time rock and roll songs and put ‘em on the shelf…”  He was trying to do the Tom Cruise thing from that old movie where he sings in his underwear.  Definitely cheered me up!

But Henry’s shirt and underwear were wet like mine, and they had to go, too.  Our undies and socks were drying over the shower rod, but the nice clothes all went downstairs, somewhere, with the valet.  We were cold, but didn’t bother taking hot showers, just dried off with towels, combed out our hair, and wrapped up.

So that’s how we wound up naked under our plush hotel robes, alone in our room, staring out at the rain on Halloween night.

“You want some tea?” Henry asked me.  “I could use something hot to warm up with, you know?”  There was both a coffee maker and a hot water thingy in the little kitchen area.

I checked out the selection and chose chamomile because I remembered that’s the kind that Peter Rabbit drank in the story.  Henry put a little honey in it and made it very nice for me.

We turned the TV on, but wound up leaving it on the TV guide channel because it was playing a radio station as its soundtrack and the music was kind of Halloweeny — not “Monster Mash” but, like, “The Killing Moon” and Lana Del Rey singing “Season of the Witch.”  We didn’t want to watch anything, we just wanted to relax.  The channel also had the weather forecast — rain this evening.  Who’d a-thunk it?  If only we’d put that on when we were building costumes.

Now that we were settled, we dumped out our bags of loot.  There was a little water, but at least the non-recyclable wrappers kept our chocolate dry!  “Dang!” Henry exclaimed, “we actually got us a pretty good haul.  It’s probably not what we’d have got if we went with Little Ronnie and the others in their neighborhood, but we did pretty good for a couple of left-behind kids.”  We traded a look that showed we still felt a little betrayed.  “Trade you a Kit Kat for your Payday?”  He knew I liked Kit Kats.

We couldn’t help but dig into our haul.  We’d had a good supper at the soul food place, so this was dessert!  So, three candy bars in our bellies, we sat back on the little couch with our bare feet up on the table, looking out at the rain, mugs of hot tea in our hands.

Henry shut off the lamp so we could see the storm over the lake, better.  It was night out, and the city had lot of lights so the clouds were well-lit from below.  And with the big park between our hotel and the lake, we had a pretty good view.  Lots of lightning flashes!  We were just sittin’ there, us all lit up by the blue light of the TV, and I let my head roll over onto Henry’s shoulder.

Henry put his arm around me.  “Well, doll-face, we had us an adventure.”

End of Part one

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The Cam Games – Part two

The Cam Games
by
Jason Crow

The Cam Games – Part two

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

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

“Cool!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fair enough,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re done?” I asked.

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

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

“Fucking hot, guys!”

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

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

“Already?” Brody asked.

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

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

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

“Sure! Ready for more?” Mandy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” I asked, a little too loud.

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

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

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

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

“Go for it,” Mandy said softly.

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

“It’s warm…” Brody whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhh…” Mandy said, “You’ll have to…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal!”

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

“Yeah…” I timidly replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking hot, guys…” Mandy softly said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do ya mean?” I asked.

“The money shot…” was her simple reply.

“Oh…”

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

“Uh oh…” Brody said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s first?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go for it!” Mandy said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, yessss,” Brody moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

We simultaneously grumbled a “Thanks…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good! What’s next?”

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

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

“Later…”

The end

Copyright 2023 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

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Author’s note:

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

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

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

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

Needless to say, I deleted the clips.

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The Cam Games – Part one

The Cam Games
by
Jason Crow

The Cam Games – Part one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nathan! Brody!” Mom shouted from downstairs.

“What!?” I asked.

“Breakfast is ready!”

“We’re coming!” I shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A NEW LAPTOP!!” I shouted excitedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are we gonna do now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No problem. Be careful!”

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

“She scared me shitless!” Brody giggled.

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

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

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

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

“Damn it,” I grumbled.

“Hey, Nate?” Brody asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How old are you?”

“Almost thirteen,” Brody boasted.

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

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

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

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

“No! We won’t tell a soul!” I added.

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

“Great!” Brody said excitedly.

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

“Awesome!” I softly said.

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

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

“I… uhhh…” I stammered.

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

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

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

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

“That was hot!” I said.

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

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

“I uhh… yeah. Me too,” I admitted.

“Those tits! Man…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh…” I said, lost for words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, guys! I’m Mandy,” she said.

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

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

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

“Who? Me?” I asked.

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

“Thanks!” I sheepishly said.

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

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

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

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

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

“I uhh…” I stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W… we do?” Brody croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How about fifty bucks for each completed challenge?”

“Fifty bucks!?” I exclaimed.

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

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

“How about tonight?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal!” Brody said without asking me.

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

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

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

“Who’s first?” Brody asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?” I asked softly.

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

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

“Ready?” Brody asked.

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

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

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

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

“Wow…” Mandy whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

“Eleven it is,” Brody said.

“Later!” I said.

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

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

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

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

“Sure…”

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

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

“Yeah… Me too.”

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

“This was… hot…” Brody softly said.

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

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

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

“Nate?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I see that… ahh…”

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

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

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

“Feels… oohhh… good, huh!?”

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

“I’m… hmmm… close, Dude!”

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

“Here… aaaaahhhhh!!” Brody hissed.

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

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

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

“Fucking hell…” Brody whispered.

“Holy shit!”

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

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

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

“Dunno. Sure hope so!”

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

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

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

“Thanks,” he said and started cleaning himself.

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

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

“And would you do that if she’d ask?”

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

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

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

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

“Nate?”

“Sup?”

“Let’s… you know… make a deal.”

“A deal?”

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

“So?”

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

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

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

End of part one

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