“Hey, gay boiz: ur smooth bodz + my digital cam = fun and
$$$. icq 256291871” read my message on the boys’ bathroom wall,
penciled in small unobtrusive letters at seated eye level. I
looked at it one more time, double checked my ICQ number for accuracy,
and left the stall.
* * * *
At home after work, I logged on to the Internet and opened ICQ.
Almost immediately, the “uh-oh” alert sounded. A new user was
seeking to communicate. I clicked the flashing icon.
“I saw your message in the school bahtroom today, I think didgital
cameras are kewl!”
“What message are you referring to?” I typed back.
“The one about fun and $$$ and our smooth bodz.”
“Are you sure you have the right ICQ #?”
“Yah, I wrote it on my hand.”
“What would you like to do with a digital camera?”
“Id take pix of my jacking off and post them on the internet. Me
and my freind used to do it but he moved away.”
“Can you send me a sample?”
“Sure. Just a sec.”
In about a minute, the “file” alert sounded, and I downloaded the
picture. He was breathtaking: about 12, slim but not
skinny, in early puberty, with an impressive hardon, decent balls, no
hair yet. Another file alert. The next pic was even better,
for it included his friend. They were sucking each other.
“I’m impressed. When did you take those pix?
“About a month ago. Just before my freind moved away.”
“So you want to take more pictures? Do you have a new friend?”
“Yes, and yes. We mess around together allmost every day.”
“Friday afternoon I might be sitting on a bench in the park down the
street from Boulder City Junior High. I might wear a green tee
shirt, and I might be reading a New York Times newspaper. If you
were to stop and chat, we might make some plans. It’s completely
up to you, though.”
“Kewl. We’ll cum. Plus we’ll meet you in the park ;-p ”
*
* * *
Pretending to read my Times, I scoped out the boys in the park.
There were some cute shirtless high school guys playing Frisbee, some
skateboarders, and from time to time a couple of inline skaters clad
only in gym shorts, but moving too fast for me to get a good
look. Then seemingly appearing from nowhere, two boys were
sitting on my bench, one on each side, both clad in gym shorts,
too-large tank tops and untied sneakers. “Hi!” they said in
unison. One continued, “Where’s your camera?”
“I beg your pardon?” I replied.
“Your digital camera,” the first one said. “Aren’t we gonna take
pictures?”
“I suppose we could take some pictures,” I said cautiously, not daring
to believe this was actually happening. I
pulled the small camera
from my pocket and handed it to him.
“Kewl! Lemme try it on Alper.”
“On what?” I asked.
“On Alper. Him. That’s his name. He’s from
Turkey. Open your legs, Alp. Give me a nice view.”
Alper complied, slouching down a little and letting his legs
sprawl. One rested against mine. His loose gym shorts gaped
wide and he adjusted himself so that plump balls were displayed.
“Turn the little camera on,” I thought he told his friend.
“OK. Now put your hand on his thigh,” the camera boy directed
me. I complied, resting my hand on the smooth, soft skin.
The camera boy clicked picture after picture, while Alper’s shorts
became very tent-like. I began to worry about public appearances,
so I took another risk.
“Why don’t we go back to my house and see what these look like on the
monitor? I live just down the block.”
“OK,” said Alper. “I need to jack off anyway.”
* * * *
We approached my house, and the camera boy pretended to take a picture
of the name plate at my front gate.
“Probably that’s not good for
a picture,” I suggested, just a bit nervous. We entered my small
house, light and airy and completely screened from outside view.
Alper was still hard, and immediately started to jack off as soon as
the door closed behind us. “Hey: camera on,” I thought he
said, “Picture this!” And with that he pulled his stiff
dick out of his shorts, lewdly posing for the camera.
“Why don’t you get comfortable?” I suggested, and slid the straps of
his baggy tank top off his thin shoulders. The garment fell right
to his hips, where it was caught on his vertical cock, and with a
little more help from me, both shorts and shirt fell to his
ankles. He kicked off his sneaks and stepped out of his
clothes. I gently removed his hand from his cock and replaced it
with my own. I slowly jacked the pubescent shaft while my other
hand explored his smooth, perfect body.
Meanwhile, the camera boy was recording everything, his own erection
prominent. I suggested that he might like to be more comfortable
as well, so he handed the camera to Alp, who recorded the brief process
of shedding shirt, shorts, and shoes to get naked. I just
stared. Before me stood two perfect, naked adolescents, both
without body hair, both pubescent, both horny as hell. Alper had
dark shiny hair cut in a traditional style; the camera boy’s wavy
blonde hair was a bit long. He was taller and narrower than
Alper, who apparently had not entered a major growth phase yet.
Puberty for both had obviously visited their genitals, however.
Although slender, nearly 5 inches of solid cock, maybe more, protruded
from both boys’ crotches, and plump balls hung below.
Alper handed the camera to me and turned to fondle his friend’s
erection. The camera boy returned the favor, and I recorded the
mutual jack off. The boys were breathing hard and sweating, and
grinding against each other. Suddenly with a loud groan Alper
erupted, shooting thin streams of immature cum onto the camera boy’s
chest. The latter shot as well, his cum shooting more
copiously but with less force, and flowing down over his friend’s hand.
“That was way hot, boys. Now how about giving me a hand, or maybe
a tongue?” I dropped my own shorts and let my solid shaft offer
its own invitation. I set the camera on the mantle, zoomed it
back to the widest angle, and set it on automatic. It took a
picture every several seconds.
The boys needed no further suggestions, and dropped to their
knees. The camera boy, being taller, took care of the shaft,
while Alper went beneath my crotch to pleasure my balls.
Incredible pleasure flooded my body as one tongue stimulated my
ballsack while another attended to my rigid cock. I began to fuck
the camera boy’s face, holding his head tightly as I plunged full
length into his hot mouth. When I could no longer hold back, I
pulled out and shot a huge load onto his face, some of which dripped
down onto Alper below. I sank to my knees and pulled both boys
into a three way embrace. We were slick with sweat and cum, and
as we kissed and caressed, both boys got hard again.
I decided to return the recent favor, and had them line their cocks up
side by side. I slid down and took both of the rigid teen tools
into my mouth at once, feeling the twin rods with my tongue, sucking
and licking both simultaneously. Their smooth abdomens pressed
against my head as my hands roamed over their soft butts, down their
silky thighs, and between their legs. Ultimately I found their
smooth ballsacks, both pulled up tight around their plump
contents. Caressing and squeezing lightly, I felt both boys tense
and then push hard into my mouth. As if they were on the same
switch, both began pumping a fresh load of cum into my mouth at
exactly the same moment. Twin streams of boycum filled my mouth,
and with two cocks in it, I was unable to swallow. Most of it
escaped onto my chin and onto them. I raised myself back to their
level and hugged them again, kissing each and sharing the taste of
their cum. For several minutes we stayed that way, kissing and
licking and kissing some more, holding each other tight. Finally
the beep-beep-beep of the camera caught our attention, and we
reluctantly broke apart. The camera had run out of memory.
“Why don’t we clean up and then download these into the computer,” I
suggested. With five loads of cum, and two orgasms in less than
fifteen minutes, even they needed a break and a cleanup. We
headed into the bathroom and shared a hot shower, washing each other in
a way that was not (at this point) erotic, but totally pleasant.
We dried and returned to the living room to retrieve the camera.
After attaching a cable or two, and dumping the camera’s memory into
the computer, we sat in front of the monitor to watch our private
show. The camera boy was skilled in setting up shots, and the
results were excellent. By the time the shots recorded both boys’
nakedness, all three of us were hard again. I pulled Alper onto
my lap, and stroked him as he did me. Camera boy began to set up
more pictures, catching Alper and me going at it again as well as our
performance on the screen. What he lacked in control he made up
for in enthusiasm and recovery, and within minutes his little body
spasmed as he shot off yet again, his thin streams of boycum
splattering against the monitor, narrowly missing the keyboard.
Camera boy told Alper to turn over on my lap, which he did.
Putting the camera on auto again, he set it on a shelf and positioned
himself next to me, behind his friend. He scooped some cum up and
used it to lube his friend’s hole. With adolescent haste, he
plunged his thin rod fully in, and then began humping with almost
frenzied speed. He thrust in so hard I had to brace myself and
hold Alper, or else we would have been pushed off the chair. With
a great cry, he came again, and then kind of collapsed across Alper’s
back, so both boys lay across my lap. Since I could feel Alper’s
stiff dick pressing firmly against my thigh, I guessed that he had
enjoyed the session. I told them to support themselves for a
moment, and slid out from under them. Using the same source of
lube as the camera boy, I slicked him up and repeated his performance
of moments ago. I was of course, considerably bigger than his
friend, and he gasped as I entered him. But only once, and then I
felt him working his ass in time with my strokes. I was getting
close again, and then I realized that he was humping Alper yet
again. I reached under both boys to find the one free cock which
was, of course, hard. As I pumped into the camera boy’s ass, he
pumped into Alper’s, whose cock I stroked with my still slippery
hand. An incredible orgasm swept over me and I blasted what
seemed gallons of semen into the camera boy. That was all it took
for him to come again, and with those dual stimulations, so did Alper.
Giving in to real exhaustion this time, we all three lay as we were,
panting, draped over my desk chair. I recovered first, and
withdrew from the camera boy. He pulled out too, and both boys
got up. I sat, and pulled both onto my lap. “You two are
incredible. What did I do to deserve you?”
“Well,” camera boy said, “for starters your message mentioned
money. When does that part happen?”
“That part,” I said, “comes after we post the pix on my website, put
some samples in the newsgroups, and count the money that comes in from
new memberships. And with what we’ve started with this afternoon,
we’ll pull in some serious bucks, I am sure.”
“Kewl!” said Alper. “When do we start?”
“Well, we’ll have to alter the pictures a bit--crop some, obscure some
of the faces, and so on. Tomorrow’s Saturday--why not start then?”
“Kewl!” camera boy said. “We’ll be back at 9:00. But we’d
better get home now, before our moms get mad.” He slipped off my
lap and went to retrieve his clothes. Alper did the same.
We shared one more group hug, and then they turned toward the door.
“Wait!” I said. “I don’t even your name.”
“Huh? Oh, it’s Cameron. I thought you knew.”