Voyeur

Triple Letter Score – Part 2

Triple Letter Score – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #5 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

We exited the guest room to find only Rory in the kitchen, waiting.  He looked at me like, ‘Well?’ and I nodded like, ‘I got it.’  

I realized then that we took a little too long in there.  After all, what I’d wanted was just a nude — it should’ve taken only five minutes if Johnny was willing.  Clothes off, snap-snap, clothes back on.  I had to let Rory know we didn’t fool around, not really.  “You’re going to love this,” I whispered in his ear.

“Where is everyone?” Johnny asked Rory, though the look on his face told us he pretty much knew everyone had split for the bedrooms.

“Yeah,” Rory sighed, getting up.  “They have dispersed.  But we have a reservation upstairs.”

Johnny gave the two of us a look.  “And Lyla?”

“Yeah.”  Rory gave him the bad news with just that word.

Johnny was crushed.  When I pulled him into the guest room, I’d stopped any attempt of his to get Lyla alone.  “Seventh wheel,” he realized.  “Or third wheel, again, now.  I should’ve knocked Conor out when he first opened his mouth.”  He led us out of the kitchen.

We found Costa and Silke almost completely naked on the frontroom couch.  I noticed Johnny take a peek at Silke as he wasn’t here before to see her naked.

I took Johnny’s hand and we three just kind of made our way up the stairs to check out the bedroom situation.  Rory and I were supposed to get Lyla’s sister Tori’s room.  As we passed Lyla’s room, we could hear Conor laughing amid the mattress noise, “Zoinks!  Zoinks!  Oh, you zoink me so good!

That’s all Johnny could take.  He turned and sat down on the top stair while the shenanigans kept up behind Lyla’s door.  “I shouldn’t be here,” he said into his chest.  He stared at Silke and Costa, but didn’t; he was just kind of looking in that direction, like they were stand-ins for Lyla and Conor.

Rory put a hand on his shoulder.  “Come on, Johnny.  We’d both like you to join us…”

Johnny looked up and I couldn’t tell what was in his eyes.  “That’s okay.  I have to get back.  I should have told you.  I have a test in English I should be there for.  And we’re learning this piece in Orchestra for the winter concert.”  He stood up to leave.

I was going to say something, but Rory physically stopped Johnny and pulled him onto the landing.  “You can’t leave.  We need you.  We want you to stay,” he told Johnny’s eyes.

Johnny looked a little angry, maybe… resigned to the idea of not getting together with Lyla.  “I don’t want to be the third wheel.”

“A tricycle doesn’t get anywhere without three wheels,” Rory told him.

“But a bicycle goes faster,” Johnny countered.  The two just looked at each other, and I could see both starting to smile.  A stupid smile which broke into a single laugh, each.

“Don’t make me come up with another wheel metaphor-thing.”  Rory took Johnny’s elbow.  “Come on.”

I inserted myself under Johnny’s other arm and he closed it around me.  Rory pulled us into Tori’s bedroom just as a final “Zoinks!” came through Lyla’s door.  It was an odd “Zoinks!” — sounded like someone stepped on a dog’s tail.

Tori had a nice, mostly pink bedroom.  Instead of a poster of Elsa from Frozen like Lyla had, she had one of Anna because of hair color, I knew.  But where Lyla still had posters of an animated Harry Potter scene and Harley Quinn, Tori had gotten rid of most of her Disney princesses and replaced them with posters of her favorite bands (still including 1D — she was a Harry Styles girl) and one of this nearly naked Swiss swimmer Noe Ponti, and another of French swimmer, Leon Marchand.  I have to admit, they were nice posters.  There were a bunch of magazine cut-outs, too, of a bunch of swimmers without names on them.  And, curiously, a smaller poster of a cute Canadian female swimmer named Summer sitting on the end of a diving board.  Tori must have watched every moment of the Paris Olympics.  It occurred to me that she might have a crush on Johnny’s brother Scott, too, as he does Boys Swimming in the winter.

I closed the door for privacy, obviously, but also to keep Johnny from making any decision to bolt.  Rory’s hand slipped down to take ahold of Johnny’s, though, maybe for the same reason.  “Now you can’t leave,” Rory told him.

Johnny just closed his eyes and nodded.

I hugged Johnny from behind, wrapping my arms around him so my hands could feel his abs under his sweatshirt.  Then I popped the button on his jeans.  Rory took the hand he held and put it on his own back as he leaned in and kissed Johnny’s neck and let his own hand feel the softness of Johnny’s sweatshirt.  He whispered something in Johnny’s ear, I couldn’t tell what, but kept kissing his neck, moving closer to his face.

Johnny pulled his face up and away, just offering more throat.  “No.  You know that,” he said to Rory.

“But I want to,” Rory said to Johnny’s Adam’s apple.

“We’ll see.”

Rory nodded, smiled, and pushed Johnny down onto Tori’s colorful-hearts comforter just as I had his zipper undone.

“Mr. Collins, Miss Radziwiłł, I believe you’re trying to seduce me,” Johnny joked from the bed.  I think it was some line from a movie.  I don’t know which one.

Rory grabbed the seat of Johnny’s jeans and pulled.  “Mia, he’s figured us out.”  When the jeans were down, I helped and pulled off his socks.

While Johnny’s head disappeared in taking off his own sweatshirt, I gave Rory a look, a private message running between our eyes, and our secret smiles telling each other everything was going to be okay.

“So, what would you have said after the bicycle thing, anyway?” Johnny’s sweatshirt said.

“Um…” Rory thought for a second, removing his own sweatshirt.  “Something about having to ride a unicycle being no fun.”

“No fun?” Johnny’s actual face said.  “The old unicycle is most of our lives, man!”  Johnny was now just in his black boxer briefs, as I had seen him before.

“Okay, it’s fun but…” Rory started.  He pulled off his t-shirt and was down to his socks and boxers, now, too.

“But being with someone else is better,” I said, dropping the metaphor.  I started taking off my own clothes quickly, not waiting for Rory to undress me.  As I took off my sweater, I realized I now had Johnny’s soccer shirt on underneath.  I pulled them both over my head at the same time so I didn’t have to explain that.  Rory would understand once he saw the video.

“Yeah, and I’d need inspiration, anyway,” Johnny said, watching us.

“Go on, Rory,” I said.  “Release the Kraken!”

Rory laughed and got naked.  He has such a nice cock, and it was standing tall and proud for Johnny.  “This do anything for you?” he asked.

Johnny nodded.  “Yeah, blondie, that’s a good start.”

Just as I dropped my bra, Rory took ahold of my shoulders and pulled me in front of him.  “How about these?”

“Those will do, nicely.”  Johnny held his hand out to me.  Rory took it, instead, and climbed on the bed.  He pulled down Johnny’s boxers, releasing his cock, and I took them from his knees on down and off.

And there was Johnny’s cock, again.  I never get tired of looking at it.  I’d just seen it in action for me a little bit ago, but it was hard and hairy and beautiful all over again.  I love Rory’s, too, and now I had two lovely naked boys in front of me, and…  God, the beauty of the male body.  Those round shoulders, the lines of muscle running down their sides, their cute butts and strong, long legs… and that powerful sex tool right in the middle.  And it all starts with the face.  Those two…  I couldn’t breathe.

I lost my socks and panties, not worrying about looking sexy doing it.  I just wanted — needed — to join them.  I climbed on the bed, on the other side of Johnny, and then I kissed him because Rory couldn’t.

Johnny’s arms were tight around me, pressing my breasts into him.  Then he broke the kiss and opened his eyes.  “Is there a plan today?  Something you’d like to do?  Or we just winging it?”

I didn’t want to tell him that Rory and I had discussed often what we could all do together, should the opportunity arise.  And we both knew we’d make one happen.  “Let’s just see where it goes.”  I couldn’t stop looking into his blue eyes.

There was a ripping sound coming from behind me — the sound of Velcro coming undone.  He was taking off his wrist brace.  Ah yes, now Johnny was completely naked.  And his right hand found my hair.  I love it when he runs his fingers through my hair.  Rory does it, too, just right, but Johnny…

Rory was already heading down to suck Johnny’s cock.  I’d wanted to do that.  Maybe I still could.  I kissed my way down Johnny’s chest, stopping at his right nipple for a bit, then licked my way down his abs.  I fixed my position so Rory and I were each hugging a leg and I met his face at Johnny’s cock.  Rory opened his eyes, and the sparkle there told me we were going to have some fun — fun both of us wanted.  He pulled off and with a nod of his head, offered to share.  I helped him lick that fucking cock until our mouths found each other and we made out around it.

Rory left me in charge of Johnny’s cock, and flipped over behind me, putting me in the middle.  He just held me, kissing my neck and my shoulder.  I could feel him hard behind me, but he just held me softly so I could feel his love, instead.  He didn’t just hug me and move on, he stayed with me, reminding me that he loved me, and a little shiver ran up my arms as I realized it.  Here we were making Johnny feel like a prince, and Rory changed the game to making me tingle.  It took a moment or two, but he moved on.  He kissed my neck and down my back.   He stopped at my ass and found better position.  I helped him.  I figured I knew where he was going, but god I needed that and wanted to help him get there!

Rory found my pussy.  I was already so wet — starting from watching Johnny’s performance and now with anticipation of what was to come.  I expected his tongue, but felt his fingers dipping inside me, drawing out whatever juices he could, and then spreading them back to my anus.  Ah, yes.  He wanted it to happen today.  Hell, I wanted it to happen today.  I was still nervous, but how could I pass up the chance?  I shivered even more as Rory inserted that finger into my anus, gently, past the first knuckle, and then further.  Meanwhile, his tongue found my labia and wended its way up to my clit.  Rory, you’re my hero…

Johnny had been relaxing, still petting my hair, but when I opened my eyes to see his reaction, I caught him viewing all the action at our end of the bed.  His other hand caressed my cheek, pulling me off of him.  “You guys are too far away.  I want to show you how much I… I want to do something, too.  For you both.”

Johnny jack-knifed on the bed and turned the other direction, his head by Rory.  I wound up still having control of his cock, and he pulled at Rory’s midsection until Rory got the idea, and let him drag his legs over.  Johnny pulled at Rory’s honey-colored pubes with one hand, cradled his balls with the other, and swallowed his cock.

Satisfied that we were done moving, I put my effort into priming Johnny, again, and all three of us were giving oral in a true love triangle. 

The words hit me.  I loved Rory.  I really did.  I even knew I was going to say the words.  Soon.  At the right time.  Not here.  I started this whole thing not wanting to be in love, but that’s what happened.   And I look at Johnny and know that, if he had stopped to talk to me at that soccer match instead of Rory, I might have…  But here I am, with both of them.  I love them both.  I do.  But I know Rory loves me.  And I know Johnny loves me, too, but dreams about Lyla, and is a little heartbroken over her.  My choice should be clear, but when I think about either of them, or look in their eyes, I…

When I looked down, I could only see Rory’s blond hair.  He was so involved in pleasing me.  And believe me, I felt it.  My head was swimming, and the sensations down below were going to make me cum and pass out soon.  Rory took little breaks to let more of my and his fluids leak down to my ass, and he inserted a second finger.  One usually feels good; a second — or third — finger has a purpose, though, and I did my best to relax and allow that purpose.  It also stalled my cumming, for good or bad.

Johnny could tell I was falling off my blow job, though I still held his cock like it was the Holy Grail from that Indiana Jones movie.  I saw him pull off of Rory’s cock and watch what Rory was doing to me.  He sat up a little, bracing himself with an elbow, while he continued to run his hands along Rory’s body.  Then he shifted and righted himself, coming parallel with me, latching onto my breasts as he moved up.

Now both of my men were servicing me.  I didn’t deserve this.  Maybe I did.  I don’t know, but I wanted it.  I just wanted to give up any and all control and let them do anything they wanted to me.

But that was part of the plan.

Sadly, I nudged Johnny’s face off of my breast so I could ask him, “Do you still have the condoms you won?”

“Is it time, already?” he asked.  “I like doing this.  I love your body.  I…”

I stopped him from saying whatever was going to follow.  “I want both my boys.  And I want to do it before I chicken out.”

Johnny understood, and rolled to the side and off the bed to find his jeans.  Rory, meanwhile, had gotten three fingers in me.  I brushed at his arm, letting him know that was enough.  He disengaged carefully, and kissed my thighs until he was above me, again.

Johnny joined him and offered a condom.  “Need one?”

“No, not today,” Rory said.  We figured at least he could go in bare.

Johnny looked at me and Rory, both.  “You really want to do this?  Have you tried?”

“We’ve… taken it slow, a little at a time, but yeah,” Rory said.  “It’s the first time I didn’t get to enjoy hearing her say ‘it’s so big’!”

Johnny shared Rory’s laugh.  “Where do you want me, hun?” he asked me.

“On your back.  Lie down here.”  Rory and I figured this would be easiest.  And, it let me get Johnny inside me proper one more time.

Johnny put on his condom.  I wish he didn’t have to, but if he were stuck inside me with this effort and couldn’t pull out… I don’t want to go through that again.  I’d love to feel it, but I don’t want to go through the worry again.  Johnny moved into position and I found myself climbing on top of him with a big smile on my face.  I was going to fuck Johnny Walker, again.

Johnny greeted me with a kiss, first.  With him — and with Rory — it was never just mechanics, never just the sex.  He didn’t kiss me like he did in the spare room, but I could feel his love, all the same.  I found my best position while he opened his legs to give Rory room, then I took Johnny Walker’s cock and fit it inside my pussy.  And I savored sliding down him, even with the condom, all the way inside me, and shivered one more time. 

“Ohhhhh….”

I fell forward into his shoulder.  I would have, anyway, to give Rory access to me, but it felt so good.  Beyond the physical sensation, my body knew it was Johnny inside of me.  “Oh,… Johnny…”

He whispered, truly whispered in my ear, “I’ve missed this.”  I couldn’t help but start to fuck him.

I’d gotten maybe a dozen thrusts onto him when Rory squirted a little lube onto me, adding some insurance.  I was so into Johnny, I hadn’t even noticed that Rory went to Tori’s nightstand and found the bottle (and a horde of her toys).

Rory placed the head of his cock at my anus, and I stopped moving on Johnny, waiting.  Rory’s head slipped easily inside me.  That part I’d gotten used to.  Him moving further in has gotten easier, too, but I still had to consciously relax until he was all the way in.  I found if I pressed back a little, it felt easier, something that happened by accident when I thought I was pushing him back out, but if it works, it works.

Okay, this is not my favorite thing, but I wanted to do it.  I was holding my breath, but remembered to breathe, instead.  I focused on holding Johnny, focused on letting my hands roam over his shoulders and his sides, focused on kissing him, focused on lying on top of naked Johnny Walker.  And then Rory made it all the way inside me.

Oh, my god, talk about feeling ‘full.’  I’ve had Rory’s and Johnny’s big cocks inside me, and I’ve had Rory’s fully inside my ass twice, now.  But with both Johnny’s in my pussy and Rory’s up the other side… it was… … … weird.  I don’t know.  Full.  I had to let out my breath, and it came out like I was trying to hit a high note in music class.  I hadn’t been holding my breath, but it was like these two cocks made me exhale.

Both boys asked, “You okay?” at the same time, only Johnny added, “Mia?” and Rory added, “sweetie?”  Yes, that’s what I focused on.  I just bit my lip and nodded quickly.  I wasn’t going to deny myself this, I wasn’t going to demand Rory take it out.  I wanted to feel it.  I wanted to feel them.

“Dude, I can totally feel you inside there,” Johnny told Rory.

“I know,” Rory agreed.  I pictured him smiling.  “It’s like real thin between the two.  It’s like we’re rubbing our cocks together.”  They both moved their members just a little, a little jiggle in each side, getting the sensation again.

“That’s so cool…” Johnny said, and I could see his smile.

“Do it,” I said.  Or breathed.  Too quietly.  They were waiting for me.  “Do it.  Fuck me…

Rory drew his cock back slowly but easily.  I felt the relief, but also the loss, like I suddenly missed it.  And then he pushed back in, and I felt what I lost, and it felt okay.  Johnny didn’t try to move his cock, yet.  He let Rory get a slow pace going, waiting to see if I would decide it was all over.

I looked in Johnny’s eyes.  They weren’t wild with victory, or piercing with the joy of sex.  They were worried.  Worried for me.  “Is it okay?” he asked me quietly.

I whisper-breathed back, “Yeah,” and I wrapped my hands under his head and neck and pulled his face up to me and kissed him like I wanted to while I could.  Johnny’s arms wrapped around my back, and I could feel him grasp one of Rory’s hands there.  Rory’s other hand caressed my back or my side or my ass cheek, letting me know he was there and he cared.

But he still picked up the pace in fucking my ass.  That’s what we were here to do.  That’s what I wanted.

Johnny was trying to move inside me, too, but was having difficulty.  “It’s not too easy when he’s doing the… rhythm,” he told me.  “It’s like if I really fuck you, I’m going to get pushed out.”

“No, don’t fall out,” I told him quickly.  “Stay in me.  Try to fuck, but… but stay in me.”  I tried, with Rory’s help, to get a higher position on my knees so Johnny would have a little more freedom of movement, and that did the trick. 

They worked out a pattern in the rhythm of Rory out, Johnny in, and back and forth, and it seemed to work, but then they both got into it and the rhythm fell off.  They were both feeling it and fucking me and I, I don’t know, I hit that level of momentum where my pussy and my ass were open and they could do what they wanted.  I’m not going to pretend it didn’t hurt at times, and I made plenty of noise when it did, and not a whole lot of romantic “Fuck me!” dirty talk.  My pelvis was flopping in the air between these two while I held tight onto Johnny and while Rory bent forward and held onto me and… and it was the… yielding? submission? that I wanted.  The feeling of letting go of all control and just trusting the two boys who loved me so.  Who I loved so.

But that only lasted so long.  Not that I demanded control back.  With these two athletic men above and below me, I was kind of at their mercy, although I believe they both would have put the brakes on if I’d asked.

And then I did.

“Okay, okay, okay.  Rory?  Rory?  Johnny?” I petitioned between thrusts.

“Mia? You okay?” Johnny asked.

“I need to stop,” I said.  If he didn’t hear me, I’d shout, but I saw in his eyes that he understood.  I also saw a flash of frustration — neither boy had cum, yet.  Not that I had, either, though.

“Ror,” Johnny called above me, stopping his side of the thrusting.  “Rory.”  Johnny took Rory’s hand and pressed it.  Rory understood and began to slow down, not just pulling the plug, so to speak.  One final slow in and slow out, and then his cock hung at my anus, just the crown, and then it was out. 

I thought about keeping Johnny in me, but decided to withdraw completely and I spilled to the side onto my back.  “Fuck…” I said, and then started to laugh.

Neither boy laughed with me.  They were doing their own assessment, I guess.  Then Rory collapsed, making and filling a space between me and Johnny.

“Well, babe?  How was it?” Rory asked.

I thought about it.  “Um… what I loved was having both of my men inside me.  That’s what I loved.  I don’t think we’ll do it again, but… I love having both my men with me.”  I put my hands on top of Rory’s arms and turned enough to kiss him.

Behind us, Johnny said something about tricycle wheels, with a laugh.  I was in a daze, yet.  Rory answered with something about not being done.  I don’t quite know what happened while I recovered, but I understood that Johnny had Tori’s lube, and he started fucking Rory.  I could feel that as Rory, still between us, was rocking into me.

I didn’t mean to be mean, but I pushed back at him.  “Get on top of him, jeez…” I said, joking.  But they realigned and did just that.  I propped up on my elbow to look, and Rory was on his knees, facing outward, rising and falling, impaling himself on Johnny’s cock.

I had watched him and Conor do their painful fuck on Girl Talk Day, and I had watched him and Johnny try each other on for size on Operation Day, but Rory looked like he was fully enjoying fucking himself on Johnny’s cock on this Scrabble Day.  His cock was still hard.  And bouncing.  I liked to watch it bounce.

I rolled onto my knees and began to stroke Rory’s cock, getting what was left of the lube off.  I didn’t want to suck a butt-dirty cock, but I wanted to suck his cock for him.  I licked and spit in my hand and cleaned his cock as he bounced, then said to hell with it and sucked my Rory’s cock.

“Oh, babe…” Rory moaned.

“You like that, Rory?” I asked him, pulling off, but teasing the front of his cock with my tongue tip.  I didn’t even have to move my tongue.

“Yes,” he moaned.  “Both of you.”

I understood.  Like me, he was now getting something from both of us.

“Keep doing that, babe.  Keep doing that.”

I wondered what “that” was, then realized I was licking his sweet spot under his corona as he rose and fell.  I made sure to keep the tease alive and hit that bit every time.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, Johnny… Mia, I’m gonna cum…” Rory told the ceiling.

And he did cum.  I have to say, I love watching boys cum, and seeing Rory shoot off in a shower six or seven times was a hell of a lot of fun!  It wasn’t a series of jets, it was a spray because of his bouncing — cum drops flying like rain.  Yes, I got some on me.  Quite a bit, actually.  And we’d forgotten to lay down a towel.  There was laundry in our future.  But watching that white stuff shoot out of his cock and see his face in ultimate rapture was not an everyday occurrence.

And I saw Johnny’s arms around him.  I knew how that felt.

Rory pretty much stopped and sagged forward, falling off of Johnny’s cock.  Johnny sat up with him as Rory collapsed and fell forward, laughing at the pleasure.  Johnny slapped his ass.

“And you?” I asked Johnny.

“Doesn’t quite do it for me,” he said, pulling off the condom with a smack.  He tossed it at the nightstand, but it didn’t quite make it.

“With Rory?” I asked him.

“No, doing it with Rory is fine.  Just can’t cum inside his ass, it’s too tight,” he said.

I just looked at him with a face like ‘you think you have to tell me that?’ and we both laughed.  Then I knew what I had to do.  I spun and lay down next to Rory’s body.  I reached out my hand.  “What would make you cum?”

Johnny looked at me like I was his.  Right then, I was.  He got to his knees then put himself over me.  I spread my legs for him, and locked my ankles behind his butt, pulling him down onto me.  And then Johnny Walker fucked me proper.

Yes…

“Make love to me, Johnny.”

“I always do,” he said.  “When I… when you guys… invite me…” he corrected.  Rory’s hand rose up and then fell on Johnny’s ass.  He patted him several times, and also caressed my ankle and foot before he moved on, stroking Johnny’s thigh, still, while he fucked me.

Now my juices were flowing.  Having both my boys in me was a dream, but I really enjoy one-on-one.  I was so ready to cum.

So was Johnny, though, and I realized he no longer had a condom on.

“Johnny?  Johnny?  Please.  You have to pull out.  Or wrap it up.  You have to,” I begged.

Johnny slowed and sputtered to a halt.  His jaw was clenched, I could see, and his eyes shut tight.  I touched his cheek, caressed his jaw.  “Please.”

He reached behind him under the pillow to get one of the rubbers he’d brought out from his trip to his jeans.

“For you,” he said while rolling it on.  It took us some several thrusts to get back to where we had been, but the peace of mind was worth it.

I really have to get on birth control.

I’m used to condoms, but Rory and I cheat now and then and pull out in good time.  And I’d so wanted to feel Johnny’s bare cock, again, so I did.  But even with the condom, the feeling of just having Johnny inside of me… of fucking Johnny… of having my arms wrapped around him, of feeling his engine running inside, of that cock turning me on, of hearing his little grunts and growls and smelling his musk as we both perspired and stealing a kiss while we both tried to control our breathing and —

And cumming in a huge wave…

Even in my fits of rapture, I had to look at Johnny when he came half-a-moment after me to see him do that heart-paddle convulsion as he shot his cum into me.  Into the condom, but he was inside me.  We shared the orgasm.

I wanted Rory to feel it with us, but that was not possible, was it?  Being with my two men…  I suppose Rory could fuck Johnny while Johnny fucked me and we could try to… but then I wouldn’t feel Rory’s cum, and that’s what I’d wanted — to feel all three of our shared orgasms.  It didn’t really work with the double-penetration.  Can’t get everything I want, I guess.

Johnny lay atop me, comatose, and I took all his weight just to keep his cock inside me for once, to keep him inside me.  He did wake up and roll off me, and I felt that loss again, that little sadness at his leaving me empty.  Sharing room on Tori’s full-size bed was easier than on a twin, but it had been kind of creative how we’d been arranging our space.  The way Johnny rolled and stopped, it was a kind of comfortable triangle, with Rory trapping Johnny inside his legs, Johnny holding Rory’s knee like a teddy bear, his head on his other leg, while I had Johnny’s ankle and stroked the hair on his calf and played with his toes, and I had Rory’s eyes and Rory’s smile and Rory’s kiss.

All three of us had a little nap.  When we came to, I saw Rory looking at me, still, love in his eyes.  I smiled back at him.  We’d done our thing.  He kissed me, and I was back in his arms.  Yes, I was in love.  This was the guy.

Then the other guy I was in love with moved and snuggled up to my back and put an arm over both me and Rory.  I was with both my boys, again.  This was where I wanted to be: between them.

Was I in love with Johnny like I was with Rory?  No.  But could I be, if…  I had to not think like that.

I looked at Rory’s eyes.  “Hey, I have a present for you.  Can you get my phone?” I asked, as I was in the middle on Tori’s bed.  Rory rolled off and searched our clothes for my phone and brought it back to me.

“Okay, sit up.  Watch this.”  I gave Rory my phone back, and he spun over to sit by the pillows.  Johnny’s video played.

“Hi,” Johnny’s voice said.  “I miss you.  I’ve been waiting to get together, again.”

Rory looked over at me.  I said, “Don’t look at me.  Look at the screen.  He’s talking to you.”

Rory watched the screen.  Johnny’s video progressed, and I watched Rory’s cock grow back to strength.  It’s amazing to see that happen.  One moment, it’s just hanging there, then it moves, and grows fat, and grows long, and gets hard, and points up.  Amazing.

“Watch this, watch this!” I said to Johnny, pointing at Rory’s cock getting hard.

“I know how it works,” Johnny laughed into my hair.  “I have one of my own.”

Then I watched Rory start to jerk off.

“Oh, that’s it,” Johnny’s voice said.  “Keep going.”  And Rory did.

Johnny — the real Johnny — caressed my breasts.  “You got him riding on the unicycle.  I was going to let him fuck me, but if he cums now, he’ll be down for another half-hour, maybe,” he said.

“Going somewhere?” I asked Johnny.  I shouldn’t have asked.  Now it got him thinking of where he should be.

“There’s Soccer practice, and Orchestra rehearsal, I have to choose one, today,” Johnny thought out loud.

Johnny on the video said, “I want you…  God, how I want you…”

“Got a few more condoms, too,” I reminded him.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged.  Then snickered, “And poor old Conor only had one.”

“No, Costa gave him his,” Rory said in a thick voice while still jerking off.  “Silke doesn’t need them.”

“Oh, you feel so good…” video Johnny moaned.  “I wanna fff…  oh, yes…  I wanna fuck you.  You know that, right?  I wanna fuck you…”

Real Johnny dropped his head, and got real quiet.  His hand froze in place.

Damn.

Now he was thinking of Lyla, just on the other side of that wall.

“I lov-… I lov-… oh… oh…” video Johnny told Rory.

In front of us, Rory started stroking faster, breathing loudly through his nose, his eyes down to slits but he still watched the phone screen.  Then he gasped and came again.  The shot was a little more controlled this time, a short shot, then a rocket, then several short ones that he caught on his chest and stomach.  I still loved seeing it.

Rory lay back, covered in his cum, breathing in short bursts, but relaxing.

 “You… are… incredible…!  I really need to hold you.  I just want to hold you.”  Video Johnny and Rory were cuddling.

Real Johnny wasn’t holding my body anymore.

“You were going to send that to Lyla, right?” Johnny asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Wait until later.  Please.  Wait until after Conor’s gone to practice, okay?” he asked.  “I don’t want him to see it.”

We lay there quietly for another five minutes or so.  I didn’t mash his face into my breasts, I didn’t make any demands.  I just held him.

Johnny started to shift.  He sat up, stood off the bed, and headed to the door, opening it.  “Is there a washroom up here?” he asked me.  “We could use a warm washcloth.”

I nodded and pointed to the right just as naked Conor walked by, humming some stupid tune.  He looked at Johnny, poked him in the chest, and said, “Zoinks!” and moved on.

Johnny didn’t move.  He just stood at the open door.  Then he made a decision, closed the door, and turned around.  He picked up his sweatshirt.

Damn.

He quietly got dressed.  I deliberated trying to stop him, again, but this time Rory’s hand was on my shoulder, not on Johnny’s.

“Hey… I’m gonna skip going to Soccer practice,” he told Rory.  “Since I missed my Orchestra class today, I’m gonna go to the after school rehearsal.”

“But we’re heading into the playoffs soon…”  Rory sat on the edge of the bed, next to me.  I sat up and joined him.  He put his arm around me.

“No.”  Johnny was going to say more, but swallowed his words.  Then took a breath.  “We’re learning… in Orchestra, we’re learning this piece for the winter concert.  It’s… um…”  He turned away from us.  His voice was faltering.  “Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis.  It’s really good and I… my cello section is really carrying some weight in this.  And we’re doing this piece from Tosca and there’s a cello solo in it I’m trying to get, but I’m just a Sophomore, and I’ve got this fuckin’ wrist brace! so I probably won’t, but I have to show Stromboli that I have what it takes.”  He looked right at us.  His eyes looked… grey, like a storm.  “I have to go.”

He opened the door, went down the short hall and the stairs.  He found his shoes and brown bomber jacket and his backpack and then Johnny Walker was gone.

A month and a half later, at the winter Orchestra concert, I cried my eyes out when they played that Fantasia song, it was so beautiful.  I swear I could hear Johnny playing.  Just him.

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Triple Letter Score – Part 1
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #5 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

It was a Wednesday, and no one wanted to be in school.  Especially me.  We didn’t even wait to meet up in 1st Hour PE so we didn’t have to get our TA Charlie to mark us absent.  That guy has enough problems with impending fatherhood.  Rory’s sister, Fiona, says her friend Allison is due in February.  That comes with tough decisions I hope I don’t ever have to make.

“Mia, I got Costa and Silke,” my boyfriend Rory reported in.

By snagging everyone out on the “quad,” we were able to get our friend Johnny as soon as he showed up.  “C’mon, we’re cutting school today,” Rory flat-out told him.  “Heading over to Lyla’s.  We’ll play a game, fool around…  You know.”

I could see Johnny turning it over in his head.  And he looked right at me.  Like right into me.  I could hear his thoughts: Will you and me get some alone time?  Or will Lyla come to her senses and I get to be with her?  If not, I want you, Mia.  You.

“Who’s all coming?” Johnny asked me.  You know, I don’t know if he ever cut school before.

“Us, Lyla, Silke, Costa, Conor,” Rory told him.  I noticed he’d purposely separated Conor’s name from Lyla’s, but Johnny caught that.  I could see that in his eyes.  “I was thinking of asking Lucas, too.  Mia might ask a couple more girls.”

“I don’t know,” Johnny grumbled.  “I don’t want to be a 5th or 7th wheel.  Going to the movies or just hanging out is one thing, but…”

I couldn’t lie to him and tell him Lyla was hoping he’d come, though she was.  But I also couldn’t predict if they’d get together, or if he’d get in an argument with Conor.

“Come on,” Rory whined.  I’d hoped he didn’t play the “chicken” line.  “Take a day off with us.  Relax.  We’ll have fun.”

Somehow, Johnny decided to do it.  Again, he looked right into me, then said okay.  I started us moving toward the big tree before he could change his mind.  We met the others there.  I did ask Molly and Ava, but they declined, again.  Rory never did find Lucas.  So, as Johnny predicted, he was the 7th person.

We took off for Lyla’s before anyone really noticed us, though who really cares?  A quick stop at 7-11 for some snacks, and we were good.

We did the usual getting settled stuff: backpacks in the hall, shoes and coats off, who’s sitting where, me and Rory intertwined, what’s on TV?  Orange marmalade sandwiches have kind of become a tradition, now, too.

“Wanna play a game?” Lyla asked the room, hinting at the gameplay of a few weeks ago.

We all kind of looked at each other, knowing why we were here.  Getting privacy for actual clothes-off sex was rare.  I mean, of course we find ways to do a quickie with pants down in Rory’s basement or the garage, a hand job in my bedroom even with the door open because sweats can be pulled up quickly if you hear the floor creaking.  But getting the parents out of the house so you can lie completely naked in your bed and spend a couple hours together?  That was rare.  If a friend has an empty house, it was good manners to share.  But sometimes we had to take drastic action like cutting school.

“Yeah, but I want to actually play a game,” I surprised everyone by saying.  “We’ve got time.  Why not?  I mean, we’ve got six hours or so.”

There seemed to be general agreement.  But what to play?  What game could accommodate seven players?  I hadn’t thought of that.  There was always party games like charades…

“Can it still be sexy?” Costa asked.

“Maybe?” Lyla shrugged.  “Depends.”  Lyla went over in her head what games she had in her closet, and what ones she knew her sister Tori had, and what was in her basement.  “Most are two-to-six players,” she told us.  “There’s always Monopoly…”

“No one likes Monopoly,” was said by three or four of us at the same time.  One voice just said, “Never again.”

“I like Monopoly,” came from Conor somewhere in the kitchen.

“Fuck off,” Rory called back to him.

Johnny looked at me like ‘I knew this would happen. I should’ve stayed at school.’  I had to stop him from actually considering leaving.  Rory leaned into my hair and whispered, “Make Lyla take Johnny upstairs to look at her games.”

“Lyla?  Do you have Life?  That has a bunch of players, right?” I asked her.

“I might…”

“Can you check?” I prompted.

Rory elbowed Johnny in his side.  Pretty hard, too.  I could feel it all the way through the chair we were sitting in.

“I’ll help you look,” Johnny said, standing up.  He’s not dumb.

Now, what happened upstairs I wasn’t there for, obviously, but they both told me and Rory, separately, later.  So, here’s the Mia-dramatized version:

            Lyla: Okay, all my games are here in my closet.  Can you reach them for me? (hair twirl)

            Johnny: Lyla, no more games.  I love you.  Kiss me!

            Lyla: Oh, Johnny! (kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, make out, tongue, kiss, kiss, boobs, kiss, kiss)

            Johnny: Leave Conor and fly away with me!

            Lyla: Oh, if I only could…

            Johnny: You can. Just do it. (kiss, kiss) What happened to when we played Operation?  You weren’t worried about that Jughead, then?

            Lyla: That was different.

            Johnny: Lyla, you’re tearing me apart!

            Lyla: Johnny… (kiss, kiss) Let’s just go back downstairs.

And they both came back down with Johnny carrying the Harry Potter edition of Scrabble — and sporting a hard-on.

Conor saw them and spouted off, “Of course Johnny’d choose Scrabble.  He’s so smart!  ‘Look, everybody, I spelled butt!  I even used two Ts because I knows how to spell gooder than anybody!’”

Johnny told me later that he almost punched Conor then.  And looking back, I wonder if that would have been better, if that might have led to a discussion about certain things.

But suddenly, Costa and Silke — our Belgian exchange student friend — brought up the idea of Dirty-Word Scrabble.  Soon, we were seated around the kitchen table, playing as teams.  There weren’t enough chairs, so I sat on Rory’s lap.  Johnny was his own team.  That almost killed it.  But he did well.  He was still wearing his wrist/arm brace from his injury in soccer, which made dealing with the letter tiles difficult, but not impossible.

“How much longer do you have to wear that?” Lyla asked him.

“Through Halloween, at least.  Probably through the playoffs.  But I’ll get checked out, again,” he told her.

“Any better?”

“I’ve got feeling back in my index finger and thumb, so yeah,” he reported.

Lyla tapped at his fingers; Johnny smiled and nodded.

“How was that needle test?”  Lyla cringed a little, imagining a hundred or thousand needles pressed into Johnny’s arm to test for nerve damage.  Hell, I would think that would cause nerve damage.

“You remembered that, huh?”  Johnny seemed genuinely pleased Lyla had asked about it.  “It didn’t.  Didn’t hurt.  No nerve damage, so that’s good.  I just need to keep everything straight while my wrist and fingers heal.”

Lyla continued to play on Johnny’s fingers with her own.

“Hey,” Johnny asked quietly, but I could hear.  “Did you get to see your father this weekend, like you’d hoped?”

Lyla looked down at their fingers.  It took her a moment to answer.  “No.”

“I’m sorry.”  Johnny took her hand.

Lyla coughed and spoke up.  “So, you can still play soccer, but what about your cello?  Will you still be able to play for me at the Winter Concert, like you said?” Lyla flirted.  Did she even know she was?

Johnny gave her a secret smile.  “It just takes practice.  Fast pieces are a little harder, and vibrato…  But I found… if I hold the cello like this…”  Johnny put his left arm around Lyla’s waist, “and hold the bow like this…”  Johnny’s right reached around and he dipped his face into her hair.

But he didn’t get to finish that thought because of Conor.  “Hey!  Ma-Ma-Yo-Yo!  Hands off and let’s get this game started!”

The game began with us making the easiest words — all the four-letter ones we could get the letters for: fuck, cunt, dick, cock, suck, boob, hole — with Conor adding ‘ass’ onto hole.  Lyla played two protest words and placed down amortentia — a Harry Potter word for love, but only worth 12 points — and accio, meaning call or summon.

I saw Johnny put two letters on the table between him and Lyla.  I didn’t say anything, just watched.  It was a U and an I.  Then I had to smile as he pushed the two letters together and raised his eyebrows, looking at Lyla.  She just blushed and smiled, but didn’t say anything.

Costa next got creative with the 14-point nympho.  Rory scored big with the 21-pointer blowjob.  And then Johnny pulled out quim, using my U from suck because his Q could be on a triple-letter-score spot.  Then, on his next turn he built off his Q to make queef.

“Son of a bitch!” Costa congratulated him.

“Who’s got the Z?  Is it still in the box?” Conor asked.  “What’s a dirty Z word?  Zasshole?”

“What about zounds?” Rory asked.

“Not dirty,” Johnny shook his head.  “It’s a crunching of ‘His wounds’ or ‘God’s wounds.’”

“By the wounds of Christ,” Lyla clarified.  “Same with Gadzooks!”  Those two, I swear.

“Same Spanish teacher,” Johnny explained.  “That guy uses zounds all the time.”  Johnny and Lyla had three classes together this year: Spanish, Health, and Honors Geometry.  How could he help but fall in love with her?

“What about zoinks?” I asked with a laugh.

“Wouldn’t that be something?” Johnny shook his head.  “What if Shaggy on Scooby Doo has been swearing at kids for the last fifty years!”

We had a good laugh and zoinks! was said in about twenty different ways for the next five minutes.

Then Silke put down klootzak and scored with her Z.

“What the hell is klootzak?” Conor cried.

Silke was smiling, but suddenly she couldn’t explain without Costa.  She had him stand up.  She poked Conor in the forehead and called him, “Klootzak,” then pulled down Costa’s pants and boxers in one move, grabbed his nuts, and laughed, “Klootzak!”

With the visual demonstration, Conor thought that was the best thing ever.  “Teach me more Belgian swear words!”  One thing I know is that Silke long ago learned not to try and correct anyone about what languages and dialects they speak in Belgium and just let us Americans call it Belgian or Flemish for the time she was here.

Silke took letters out of the box to make onnozelaar crosswise using her double-letter-score Z again!  She and Johnny were killing us.  Why we let her have the points is a mystery.

“What’s onnozelaar?” Conor begged.

You are onnozelaar, Conor!” Silke said in a growling voice.

“Hear that everybody?  I’m an onnozelaar!” Conor crowed.

“I thought we were playing Dirty Scrabble, Silke, not Insult Scrabble,” Johnny said.

Silke’s eyes got big.  “You know what is onnozelaar?”

“I’m no dimwit,” he told her back.  “You know, in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, ‘Belgian’ is…”

“Don’t,” Lyla warned Johnny with a laugh.  “That would be impolite to my guest!”  And they shared a laugh, and you could see the sparkle in their eyes.  Another damn inside joke with those two.  Apparently, she had read the same book.

“You are very interesting, Mr. Walker,” Silke said, like she’d just gained a new appreciation for our friend.

There was a vibe in the kitchen, then, as all three girls were looking over Johnny, and then at each other, like we were in competition for him.

Conor didn’t like having the center of attention taken away from him.  “Alright, Lefty, I got a joke for you,” Conor said, making fun of Johnny’s right arm brace.

There was a groan around the table.  Johnny said, “Fine.  But I’ll need a new drink to hear this, I think.”  Lyla almost jumped up to get him some more Wild Cherry Pepsi.  Everyone saw that, host or not.

“Okay, so… Little Johnny is at school,” Conor began.  Johnny sighed and moved in his seat, as if to leave.  “No, no, it’s not about you.  It’s good,” Conor assured him.  “And the teacher is going over the alphabet. “Class, who can give me a word that starts with A?’  And Little Johnny’s going ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  And the teacher says to herself, ‘I can’t call on Little Johnny.  He always swears and talks sex talk.  He’ll say ‘ass’ or ‘asshole.’  She calls on Mia, and Mia says…”

“Apple,” I say automatically, as if on cue. 

Conor continued.  “‘Very good,’ says the teacher. ‘Now does anyone know a word that starts with B?’  And Little Johnny goes, ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  And the teach says to herself, ‘I can’t call on Little Johnny.  He’ll say ‘bitch’ or ‘butt.’  She calls on Costa, and he says…”

“Baseball!” Costa said, looking quite proud of himself, too. 

“Then the teacher goes, ‘Now does anyone know a word that starts with C?’ And Little Johnny goes, ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  The teacher says to herself, ‘I can’t call on Little Johnny.  He’ll say cunt or something.’  So, she calls on Lyla, and Lyla says…”

“Cat.”  An easy one.

“Then teach says, ‘Now does anyone know a word that starts with D?’  And Little Johnny goes, ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  And teach says to herself, ‘I can’t call on Little Johnny.  He’ll say ‘dick’ or ‘damn.’  She calls on Silke, and Silke says Darnschnargel, or some shit like that, but the teacher has no fuckin’ clue what the hell that means, so she calls on Rory.  And Rory says…”

“Doggie!”  Boy, we know good vocab.

“Then the teacher goes, “Now does anyone know a word that starts with E?’  And Little Johnny goes, ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  And the teach says to herself, ‘What dirty word starts with E?  I can’t think of any.  Okay, I guess it’s safe to call on Little Johnny this time.’ She goes, ‘Little Johnny, what word starts with E?’ and Little Johnny goes, ‘Elf — with a cock THIS BIG!’”

Everyone laughed, even Johnny.  And he and Conor were okay, again, for the day.

But that was it for the game.  I don’t know if using dirty words was supposed to get us in the mood to fuck, but it didn’t matter.  We were already there.

We cleared the game pretty quickly, and then Rory had a surprise for the boys.  “Gentlemen, have a seat.  It’s time to play Hungry Hungry Hippos!”  We didn’t have the actual hippos-eat-marbles game, but everyone got the idea Rory was up to something.

“We got more snacks?” Costa asked.

“Better than that.  You know how to play?  Hands come out, grab one thing at a time, drop it back, and reach out and grab another,” Rory instructed.  All four boys sitting around the table had their hands ready to grab.  “Ready, set, Hippo!”

I poured a box of twelve loose condoms onto the middle of the table and the boys went grab-grab-grab!  They were gone in an instant.

Conor got all bent out of shape.  “One?  I only got one?  What the fuck?  Now I only get to fuck one time?”

Johnny shook his head.  “If everything were fair and even and Socialist, we’d have each gotten three or ‘as many or as few as we needed.’  But this is hippo-eat-hippo warfare.”

“Each according to his fuckability?” mused Rory with a goofy smile.

“Just sayin’,” Costa opened his hand, “I got four.”

We didn’t all run for the bedrooms; there were snacks and lunches to finish eating — body energy.  While everyone was still kind of busy, I drew Johnny aside.  He knew something was up, but came with me silently.  I led him into the guest room.

“Will you do something for me?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said.  There was no condition, no ‘only if you tell me first,’ or anything.  That was Johnny.

“Do you have any nudes you can send me?” I asked.  “I’ve always wanted one, but since we played Operation, I’ve only had my memories.”

“Actually, honestly, I’ve never taken one,” he said, and I believed him.

“Can we do something about that?” I requested.  “Here?  Now?”

Johnny looked at me, studied my face.  And without another word, he took out his phone.  Lyla’s guest room wasn’t used for too many guests, like ever, and was mostly storage, though it did have a bed and a dresser and such.  Johnny moved some boxes off the bed and pulled the nightstand out a little ways.  He set his phone on top by the old alarm clock and checked to see what it would capture, and made some adjustments.  He didn’t say anything, just worked.  He took off his wrist brace and set it off to the side.  He positioned a box of Christmas stuff behind the nightstand, right behind the camera, and sat me on it, but the box jingled.  He decided the jingling was not a good thing, and switched the box with a tub full of Beanie Babies.  It was more comfortable, and I gained a little height, so that was good.

He stood in front of me, far enough away that I couldn’t touch him, and I could see that it was perfect for the vertical camera, which was already filming.

“Hi,” Johnny said.  He was looking right at the phone and me at the same time.  This is why I was sat right behind it.  “I miss you.  I’ve been waiting to get together, again.”

I almost responded, but he put up his finger.  “Shh.  Don’t.  My folks are in the other room.  But I need you.”

Johnny was wearing a soft maroon sweatshirt with a distressed University of Chicago logo over a t-shirt and jeans today.  I hadn’t really noticed his sweatshirt, before; I’d just been looking at his blue eyes.  But I noticed the stylized C as it passed over his face.  He slowly pulled his sweatshirt off and tossed it on the bed behind him.  His brown hair was a little messed, but as he looked up — at me and the camera — he smiled his Johnny smile, and ran a hand through his hair to fix it, unseen. 

His t-shirt was red, a school soccer spirit-wear I’d seen before.  It had ridden up and I could see a triangle of his abs.  He crossed his arms at his waist and slowly, oh so slowly, drew his shirt over his head, just letting me watch his 2-pack become a 4-pack become a 6-pack, and then his chest and shoulders appeared, and then his smile and blue eyes, again.  And the messy hair, which he fixed again for me.

He tossed the shirt at my lap.  “You want that?  It’s yours.”

I didn’t say a word as I brought the shirt to my face.  It wasn’t a game jersey and didn’t smell like one, but it did have some Johnny scent on it.  I let my eyes wander over Johnny’s bod while I inhaled.

Johnny looked a little nervous while he rubbed his palms over his pants.  He glanced at the door, then back at me, and nodded, and smiled.  “We’re good.”  He unbuttoned the top of his jeans and drew the zipper down.  “You gonna take yours off, too?” he asked the camera.

For a moment, I thought about picking up the camera and making it ‘nod,’ but that would be stupid and ruin the whole thing.  I just nodded, myself.

“Good,” he said.  “I’m gonna need some inspiration.”  He pulled his jeans down over his butt and down his thighs to his knees.  He was wearing black boxer briefs.  Then he sat on the bed.  His eyes never left me and the camera.

Very cautiously, careful not to nudge the nightstand in front of me, I took off my shirt, revealing my black bra.

“Oh, that’s it,” Johnny sighed with that smile.  “Keep going.”

I took my cue and cautiously, silently removed my bra, freeing the twins.

Johnny’s face showed his pleasure at seeing my breasts.  “Oh, I want to touch you,” he said, but didn’t stand and walk over.  He just looked like he was missing out on dessert.  He lifted a leg across his knee and took off one jeans leg, then the other and lost his jeans completely.  I wondered if he’d take off his socks or leave them on.  He raised his leg again and took off one sock, then the other.  Of course, he did — they only keep their socks on in bad Russian porn.  Johnny had good feet, like Rory; no Hobbit-toes, or anything.

He stood and ran his hands over his boxers, caressing his cock for me.  I caressed my breasts for him.  He moistened his lips.  He reached inside his boxers and felt himself, straightening his cock, giving himself a slow stroke or two.  I slipped my hands down to my own jeans and popped the button.  I didn’t think I could take off my jeans without knocking over his phone or making noise, so I just slowly unzipped and put one hand inside my panties, like he was doing.

Johnny smiled, his eyes saying so much, but still said, “Oh, you are so…”  He shook his head but did not finish.

He looked down at his hands, then back up at me, and pulled his boxers out and away from his body and slowly lowered them until he just dropped them.  They fell past his knees to his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked them aside.  He stood upright.  “For your eyes only.”

Johnny was naked in front of me.  Naked for the camera, but also for me.  His beautiful cock stood out proudly, and I wished I could take ahold of it, rake my fingers through his pubes, and suck it, or do anything to it that I could not do without ruining the video.

He didn’t flex, but he did stretch, like waking his body up.  God, he’s beautiful.  There’s just something about looking at a completely naked guy: his muscles alive, seeing his chest to his waist to his legs, his arms showing their power, his hairy cock daring to emerge from his privacy for my pleasure.  And his handsome face.  I won’t compare him to Rory — Rory is beautiful, too, and when I had both of them in my bed that once, I was the luckiest girl on the planet.

My hand moved a little faster inside my panties.  My other hand pretended it was Johnny’s, caressing my breast for him.

Was he done, now?  Would he come forward and shut down the camera on his phone?  And then?

No.  He started stroking himself.  “I want you…  God, how I want you…” he told the camera.  He told me.

It was then I realized he’d never said my name.  He never said anything about my bra or breasts or panties.  This wasn’t a video for Mia.  Rory could watch this video and think Johnny was talking to him, and probably would.  Or more… Lyla could watch this video and know he was talking to her.  A little jealousy streaked through me, but that went away.  I knew he liked both me and Lyla, just like I like both him and Rory, but we both knew that…  What did we both know?  That I was falling in love with Rory, and shouldn’t be with Johnny?  That Johnny could easily fall in love with Lyla, but she wouldn’t be the one to break up with Conor?  That Johnny and Rory had a secret thing going much like me and Lyla did?

Lord help us if any of us think we’re getting married…

Johnny was working his cock for me.  I knew his cock was a little bigger than Rory’s, and that it looked bigger with my little hand working it, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from each long, slow stroke.

He sat on the edge of the bed and continued.

“Oh, you feel so good…” he moaned.  “I wanna fff…  oh, yes…  I wanna fuck you.  You know that, right?  I wanna fuck you…”

He was stroking his cock for me, and I knew it.  And, god, yes, I wanted to fuck him, too.  And we had plenty of time today.  Our next mission, me and Rory, was to get Johnny to join us again.  If Lyla didn’t get him first.

Johnny brought his feet up on the bed, and scooted back a little.  He leaned back on one elbow, giving me a better view of his ass while he stroked.  He was getting faster.

I don’t know how long I watched him stroke that beautiful, hairy cock.  A minute?  Two minutes?  Four?  Whatever it was, it was both too long and not long enough.  I was nearing a climax, if I did myself right, watching him.  But I worried that if I did orgasm, I’d make too much noise on the video, and we’d have to do another take.  Oh, what a shame…  But no, this was going too well.  I couldn’t.

“Oh, yes…  Fuck me!  Fuck me!”  Johnny was going all out on speed.  His hand flew up and down his cock and all the while he was looking straight at me — and the camera, but mostly at me.  I wanted to leap up off the tub and jump onto his cock and tell him Yes, Johnny, I’ll fuck you any time you want!  But I didn’t.  I just thought it — very loudly — inside my head.

I wondered if he’d shoot straight up and onto his chest and belly, or…  And I got my answer.  Johnny sat up straighter, scooted forward, and stood.  “I’m gonna cum…  I’m gonna cum…  I’m gonna cum inside you…  Ooohhh!  gah…”

And Johnny shot his pearly white cum straight at me.  Not at the camera — he didn’t want it knocked over or have the lens covered.  At me.  It came right across the platform and landed on me.  On my chin, on my breasts, on my hands, and dripped onto my stomach.  I wondered if he’d have shot at me if I still had my shirt on, but I didn’t, so it didn’t matter.  Johnny Walker covered my tits with three big shots of his cum, letting the next four or five fall onto the nightstand or the tub or the floor, but every one was caught by his iPhone camera.  And what’s more, what was cooler, was that you could hear each shot as it landed on my skin or the plastic tub or the wooden floor.

Johnny’s body wavered as he stood there, his eyes closed tight, convulsing as he shot and then recovered.  His face a mixture of pain and ecstasy.  I’d seen that once before.  I’d love to see it again, but I want him inside me when he does it.  He gasped, “I lov-… I lov-… oh… oh…” never quite saying anything, just breathing the half-words out.  Then his face looked like he was trying to kiss me or whoever was watching, not all smoochy, but open like his lips were searching for mine.  Or Lyla’s.

His body shook one last time and he seemed to calm down.  He sat back down on the bed, and finally opened his eyes.  He found me and the camera, and smiled.  A sleepier smile than before, but it was still Johnny’s smile.

“You… are… incredible…!  I really need to hold you.  I just want to hold you,” he said to me.

He was killing me.  I’d stopped playing with myself, but I was literally biting my tongue, doing my best to remain quiet for the video, but dying to moan, to call his name.  I was just wading in his eyes.

“Hmm?” he grunted, like he was waking up again.  “Come here.  Let me clean you up.”  He stood and took a step toward the camera.  “Just stay with me.  Stay with me as long as you can, baby.  Stay in my arms.”

His body blocked the camera and the image went dark, but he just stood there, breathing for a time.  ‘Holding’ me.  Then he shut the video down.

I couldn’t wait any longer.  I came forward and pulled him that final foot toward me, pressing him against me.  One hand on his ass, my other found his cock and guided it into my mouth.  I had his cum all over my chest, but I wanted what was left in him.  One of his hands ran through my dark brown hair and he finally called my name.  “Mia, oh god, that was so real…”

His cock clean, I let him free to collapse backwards onto the bed.  Our eyes met and we just laughed.

“Stand up,” I ordered him.  He did while I took out my phone.  “Still don’t have a nude of you.”

He and his cock posed for me.  No mirror, no flash, no hidden face.  Just Johnny Walker naked and half-hard for me.

He sat and started finding his clothes and his wrist brace — everything except his soccer t-shirt, which I was using to wipe my breasts.  He fiddled with the camera app, and sent the video to editing where he trimmed the start and end, and added a fade in and fade out.  It didn’t take long at all, and then he AirDropped it to my phone.

“This is just for me…?” I asked.

“You can share it with Rory.  And Lyla.”  He looked at me with a sense of hope.  “Just don’t spread it all over the school.  Certain people don’t deserve to watch it.”

“Like that one guy’s video?” I said, with a little laugh.  “That guy from Theater making it with the two girls?  And the one was a virgin, I heard.  That was her first time.”

“And second time, too,” Johnny seemed to confirm.  “The dark-haired girl is my brother’s old girlfriend.  And the guy used to date Fiona.  So, when that got around, it’s like a collector’s piece!”

“So is yours,” I told Johnny.  “That was so fucking hot.”

We fixed our clothing and just before I opened the door, Johnny turned me toward him and kissed me long and hard.  I melted into the kiss and by the time we paused for a breath, my tongue was in his mouth.  If we went to bed, he’d kiss me again, but he wouldn’t do it like that in front of Rory.  And he still hasn’t kissed Rory.  That was a kiss just for me.

We exited the guest room to find only Rory in the kitchen, waiting.

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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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