ICQr pix, Chapter 3

    “We need a webcam,” Cam announced one afternoon, a couple of months later.  We’d settled into a routine of after school web hosting chores, with the boys doing most of the work.  They were far better at managing the site than I was.  With their “official” jobs now, their mothers were quite content if they spent most of their time here, so they usually did, only returning to their homes once a week or so.  The memberships were continuing month to month, and we were pulling in a nice income.  Not enough to quit my day job, though.  Yet.  We kept ourselves busy creating new pictures--and new pleasures--mostly on the weekends, and had recruited additional helpers.    Cam and Alper had discovered four more like-minded boys whom we used for pictures only at a flat hourly pay rate; we did not include them in our partnership.  We had considered making videos, but refrained because of legal issues.
 
   “We need fresh stuff on our site, and everyone’s going to webcams.  Let’s get one.”

    Who was I to argue with my precious pubescent wonder?  We bought the webcam.  Alp and Cam set it up and installed the software.  It was kind of neat to see ourselves on the screen, I must admit.  We mugged for the camera for awhile, and Cam had his next inspiration.

    “I know!” he said suddenly.  “We’ll call it ‘the crotch cam’ and aim it at the crotch of whoever is at the computer.”

    “Yeah,” agreed Alp, “and anyone at the computer shouldn’t wear anything more than briefs or boxers.”

    “And if someone happens to get a blowjob, or sit on a stiff dick, the camera can record it,” Cam added.  “It’ll be way cool.  Or way hot, as the case may be.  I bet our subscriptions will double.”

    While they planned it out, they were experimenting with camera placement, and finally settled on a spot on the over-desk bookshelves that  gave the most unobstructed view.

    “I wanna try it,” Alper said, removing his pants and shirt.  He sat at the computer clad in tight white mesh Jockey bikini briefs, flaccid for a change.  His ample young dick and balls filled the pouch, clearly outlined under the thin fabric, and displayed in crisp color on the screen.  I moved behind him and began to caress his smooth shoulders, slowly moving my hands down his chest to stimulate his increasingly erectile nipples.  As his nipples began to grow, so did his dick, and the camera recorded its progress.  First it just grew fatter without changing position.  Then it began to push the front of the pants outward and upward until he was pointing up at about a 45 degree angle.  A wet spot appeared at the end, slowly expanding, turning the fabric nearly transparent.  I continued my ministrations on his upper body awhile longer, as he became longer down below.

    Then, without directly facing the camera, I moved to his side, gave his prominent shaft a few strokes through the cloth and then pulled the waistband over the straining cock.  Freed from restraint, it rose to its natural position nearly parallel to Alp’s belly.  I moved down and took him in my mouth, savoring his special taste of boy-man.  He had been working on control the last month or so, and was doing quite well.  He lasted nearly two whole minutes before I felt him tense up with a pre-cum gasp.  I moved off him and let him blow his load for the camera, which captured it mid-air before it splattered onto his chest and stomach.

    We replayed the clip, Cam and I jerking each other off while we watched what we had just filmed.  Somehow, it was even hotter watching it on the monitor than it had been moments before, and Alp got hard again as well, and jacked himself off with his still slippery cum lubing his hand.  Soon enough we all came again, most of it shooting onto Alper.  And then...!

    We discovered that the camera itself continued to record even if the computer program was being used in playback mode.  So our second interlude had been filmed as well, and again we watched our performance.  Cam got hard again watching, but Alp and I were done for the time being.  So we  let Alp suck him off before we headed for the shower.  The last image before we turned the camera off was Alp’s cum-covered abdomen and his again flaccid dick, a string of cum still dripping from it.

    After cleaning up and resting a bit, we discussed how to handle the cam.  We decided to be “live” for specified times, and offer archived clips for members only on the site.  We also decided to modify our fee scheme.  We created a “basic” rate that was cheaper but did not include the webcam, and a “premium” rate that did.  For existing members, we would offer free upgrades to premium it they would take a year’s subscription at the old rate.

    We prepared a fresh batch of “crotchcam” postings for the newsgroups and decided to go online live that evening.