ICQr-pix

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ICQr pix, Chapter 2

    They arrived promptly at 9. Alper was clad in cutoff jeans that were very short, plus a black mesh tank top. Cameron wore a pair of clingy nylon running shorts and a tee shirt with the arms ripped out. I was still wearing a light cotton robe. Both boys were already hard, and in seconds, so was I.

    I welcomed them with a collective hug, reveling in the unique feel of adolescent bodies, the fresh smell of morning-clean boys. Fortunately I had already set up the camera, for we were soon far too occupied to take pictures. I found the two hardons, and opened the cutoffs, which fell to the floor. I released the draw string of the running shorts and they too fell to ankles. I slipped the tank top down as well. Meanwhile, four hands roved over me, and soon removed the robe. Two mouths sucked on my nipples; two tongues traveled from chest to belly and back. I thought I was going to get another two-boy blow job, but Cameron had other plans. He guided me to my knees, and as Alper continued his tongue work toward my groin, Cameron presented his rigid cock to me, poking out of the leg hole of his shorts. ‘Get it good and wet,” he said, “but don’t make me cum.”

    I was happy to comply, and took his hard boy meat into my mouth, slathering it with saliva. I kept his whole length in my mouth, breathing in the scent of his smooth crotch.   He began to fuck my face, and I thought he had changed his mind, but before he came he pulled out, and urged me down onto the floor on my side. Alper’s mouth was firmly attached to my throbbing cock by this time, and he had managed to position his own cock in front of my face. I took his thin rod into my mouth and began sucking on it. I thought I had reached ultimate ecstasy, but I was wrong. Cameron mounted me from behind, and plunged his spit-slick dick into my ass, and quickly began humping with the same frenzied pace that he had used yesterday with Alper. That one was giving me a superb blow job, his hot tongue seemingly licking everywhere at once. The stimulation in my ass and the mouth on my dick became too much to contain, and as I felt Cameron’s rod pulsing in my ass, I exploded with the most intense climax of my life, flooding Alper’s small mouth. As my cum leaked from his lips, he pumped his own thin seed into me. We lay connected for some moments catching our breath. Cameron slipped out of me, and I pulled Alper up to face me. Rolling onto my back, I pulled both boys close, and we relaxed for awhile until the camera beeped for attention.

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    At the computer again, both boys tried to sit on my lap, but they were simply too big to stay there for long. So we settled with Alper on my lap sideways with his legs across Cameron next to me as well. Quite the computer whiz, Cameron went through the pictures quickly, selecting the best shots and discarding the bad ones (of which there were very few). Then we went through them again, cropping out bad backgrounds and fuzzing up my face. Although the recent Supreme Court decision had ruled that any mutually consensual sex was legal and protected under the “pursuit of happiness” clause, I did not want to risk exposing my identity locally. Our very conservative town did not look kindly on such things as intergenerational gay sex. There wasn’t even a gay bar in town. It would be just my luck to have someone send one of these pictures to my boss at the child advocacy center!

    In less than an hour, we had nearly 200 good quality pictures. I took over the computer and uploaded them onto my website, <www.BoysR4Fun.com>. We made them available via members-only galleries, or paid email sets. Then we chose a representative sampling and posted on all the gay and boylove newsgroups we could find.

    We took a lunch break and went down the street to the local build-your-own hamburger joint. The boys each ate twice as much as I did--their little bods needed a lot more fuel than mine! We checked out the scenery in the park for awhile, commenting on the visible male body parts we encountered. Then we went back to the house.

    I logged on to my website and checked the recent credit card activity. In the hour since we had posted our pictures, I had received 263 new memberships and 87 email orders! At $8.95 a month, and $5 for each set of 35 emailed pix, we had pulled in $2,788.85!

“Not bad for an afternoon’s work, eh?” I said. “You guys OK with 20 each?” The look of amazement on their faces was priceless, but I didn’t push it any further. “Just kidding, guys. We’ll do a three-way split, of course.” They were clearly relieved.

   “But seriously, you have to be careful. You can’t flash a lot of money around--that’s bad judgment in any case. But we don’t want to call attention to ourselves, nor do we want to make your parents suspicious.”

   “No problem there,” Cameron said. “Both of us live with our moms. And they’re both so into their pills and their boyfriends, we can do what we want.”

    “Yeah,” Alper added, “my mom is so zoned out most of the time she doesn’t know if I’m in the house or not.”

    “But still,” I said, “you have to be careful spending the money. Spend it like you’ve saved up for a long time. We’ll open bank accounts for you. Maybe it’ll become your college accounts. OK?”

    “Okay,” they somewhat reluctantly agreed.

    Cameron continued, “But can’t we spend a little? I really want new sneakers.”

“I think new sneakers would be on the ‘approved’ list,” I said. “But not the same day as the new stereo, the new computer, and the new dirt bike! You get my drift?”

“Yeah, I get it,” he answered, considerably happier. “Alp, what’re you going to get?”

    “I’m gonna get the new PlayStation game,” he said. “Eragon.”

“Tell you what,” I said. “Why don’t we go shopping? Celebrate our new wealth.”

   “Kewl!” both boys chorused.

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    Laden with considerably more than a pair of sneakers and a video game, we returned to my house a few hours later. The boys had told me more about their lives, and I discovered that their shorts and shirts were virtually their entire wardrobe. Their mothers were so neglectful about things, the boys mostly took care of themselves, leaning on the “boyfriends” who came to their houses for cash and handouts. At school, they got free lunches. Cameron had blackmailed one of the boyfriends into buying his computer and paying for Internet access, and Alper had talked one of his mother’s visitors into giving him “protection” money. So they got by, but not easily. I let them buy some of the latest styles and brands, and suggested some basics like socks and underwear as well.

    “Let’s see you in your new gear,” I said, and they eagerly complied. I took a lot of fully clothed pictures, the boys eagerly modeling their new finery. They were nearly as gorgeous clothed as they were naked. Nearly. When they had tried on everything, from Wranglers and western gear to Bugle Boy and B.U.M, and Calvin Klein and Jockey, I thought it was time to return to basics.

    “Cam, unbutton your shirt--slowly,” I said. “From the top.” He did, looking seductive as hell, and I took a picture as each button revealed more of his splendid chest. When it was open to the waist, I said, “Now, slide your hand into your pants and play with yourself, that’s right, and now open your jeans, yes, good, and let me see your dick under your boxers. OK, now slowly pull the front of the boxers down, and now start jacking off. Let me know when you’re ready to cum.” I continued to record his hot performance, and in a couple of minutes, he announced he was ready to shoot. I zoomed in and caught the spunk as it spurted from his dick.

    “Dynamite! Now, why don’t you make a similar series of Alper, and then we’ll do something together.” I gave him the camera, and turned to Alper, wearing a very preppy outfit of button-down shirt and Dockers slacks.

    “Alp, let’s see you do the same thing. Go slow.” Needing no further instructions, Alper began his own strip tease, as Cam recorded it. He however, opened his fly first, and let his hard dick push it open. When he opened his waist band, the camera recorded his lack of underwear and his prominent erection. He jacked it quickly to climax, Cameron recording every moment. He was hard again, I noticed.

    So was I. I directed the boys to put on different clothes, and we started over. This time, we started with Alper, stripping him to the waist and running our hands all over his skin. Then we did the same to Cameron, slowly pulling his new tee shirt over his head. The boys then relieved me of my own shirt, and then we started on pants. The auto camera watched us rub the hardon through Alper’s Bugle Boy shorts, and then open them to reveal the erection pushing against the white Jockey bikini. We turned our attention to Cam’s new stonewashed and well tented jeans. I released one button, and Alper did the next, pressing hard against the hardon inside, until the jeans fell, leaving only blue silk boxers to contain the teen cock. In similar fashion, the boys removed my own jeans. Then, one on each side, we pulled Alper’s Jockeys down, and knelt in front of him to worship his beautiful dick. I took him into my mouth while Cameron licked from beneath. When he was about ready to shoot, making sporadic pelvic thrusts, we stopped and stood up. I slid the silk boxers down the smooth legs, and Alper and I repeated the process for Cameron, until he too was nearly out of control. Then the boys attended to me, stimulating me with their hot tongues. When I could almost stand no more, I sank to the floor, pulling them down too, and we formed a triple 69, Alper’s cock in my mouth, Cameron’s in Alper’s, and mine in Cameron’s. The hot undressing and previous sucking had us all near the edge, and Alper’s climax first set Cameron and me off, so that we pumped semen into each other almost simultaneously.

    We rested awhile, and then got up to check the camera. It had run out of memory before our triple 69, but had recorded all of the undressing action. We had plenty more material to update our site. I checked it again for orders and subscriptions, and found a couple hundred more subscriptions and a dozen or so orders. I counted and did the math, and announced that our first day’s take had increased to $4983.70. That was a far cry from the hundred or less a month my site had been bringing in, with a selection of pix that I scavenged from the Net!

    “You know,” I said to them, “all this site traffic is going to take a lot of work to maintain. I think I may have to hire some assistant administrators. Maybe a couple of local boys who need a part time job that would give them an excuse to be out of the house and that would give them a reasonable explanation for having spending money. Got any ideas?”

    “I think we may know just the right boys,” Cam said.

    “Actually,” Alper added, “they already started.”

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