0 comments/ 39014 views/ 2 favorites The Web Cam By: gr8_4play If you like this story, let me know. If you have words for improvement, let me know. If you just don't like the story, get me new ideas. Travis woke early that morning with a vivid dream... More of a remembrance than anything. He had woke in the early hours before light dreaming of what he had seen and feeling the impact of it as he hardened in the semi-sleep. He had rolled over and his stiffening manhood made contact with the bed and it filled his dreams. He and Brandi had been lovers for several months. They had never seen each other except for the simple photos they had exchanged over the internet. Their courtship was at first the teasing, flirty exchanges of the chat room and through some quirk of fate a phone call that she allowed him to make. There had been nothing erotic in the phone call other than the testing and teasing of discovering how comfortable she was in talking about certain things. Her laughter and teasing opened the way to a very relaxed sort of relationship. She was married and wanted nothing to jeopardize that, and he was married and neither did he want there to be repercussions, but both of them seemed to hunger for a sort of sexual vibrancy in their lives, and they quickly discovered that they found it with each other. Their emails took on story forms and the phone calls became more in tune with their growing sexual needs and it was not surprising that soon the phone calls became their form of verbal love making and his joy was to bring her to the edge of her climax and join her with his own as they let go and slid down the mountain in pure release. Brandi had a strange mixture of her sexual nature. She could be both very naïve and a provocative tease with perfect ease. He was captivated with the mirth in her voice from the first time he talked to her. She loved to tease him and he loved to catch her in a double entendre where it could be twisted into a sexual meaning. She blushed (or so she said) and then softened into a gracious lover. There relationship had seemed to cool for a period of time. Travis was swamped with business and family issues with his father and he hated to interject that into his relationship with Brandi. On occasion they shared some of the sweetest moments of lovemaking without ever having touched her skin, kissed her lips or entered her being. They talked and listened to their voices going shallow with their breathing; husky and horse as the sexual tension quickly became evident. They found themselves aroused and were willing to admit it. They talked themselves through their "what they might be doing" if they were together, but really more often they talked themselves through what they were doing... and listened to the climaxes at both end of the phone. The Surprise Brandi had sent Travis a note telling him she had a surprise for him, but he had to guess it. He wracked his brain but dismissed most of them. She had in the past sent him a few revealing photos of herself, perhaps another would warrant the definition of a surprise. She finally broke down with his lose of discovery and told him she had bought a web cam. He trembled at the potential prospects. During one of the love making phone calls, in the afterglow of sex, they talked about seeing each other naked and she talked of her intent to show him herself without reservation or abandon. His mind cautiously circled that thought, like a dog circles sheep, trying to keep any of that idea from straying. She suggested Yahoo Messenger because it is web cam friendly, but he was not happy with yahoo. He was apprehensive that it would spread it's tentacles through the machine and perhaps make it easy for his wife to discover... or at least ask why that program was running on their computer now. He suggested MSN Messenger with net meeting, but she didn't have that loaded and because it is a hassle to load on, he didn't pursue it. On the Monday evening before, he knew his wife was to be out of the house for about 90 minutes and it seemed like a great time to spend it with Brandi. He left her a note and at the appointed hour he popped up to say "hi". She was playful, though a bit distant, but offered to let him call her. He kept a calling card with plenty of minutes to be able to call without issues of it showing up on the family phone bill. He called and her voice was like rainfall and sunshine. He loved to just listen to her and wondered why a woman with such a sharp intellect would spend time with him. Most of the hour they spent first working on an alternative to Yahoo and then getting Yahoo working. Once or twice they thought they had mastered it, only to discover that it still didn't quite fit yet. But toward the end of their allotted time a certain click brought her screen up and quickly following was his... and they at last were looking at each other. Travis was struck with her beauty. She was a pleasant woman to look at, but when she smiled or when her mouth opened to squeal in delight her whole face lit up and she was beautiful. They talked on the phone while watching each other and he could only just sit there awed. He looked at his watch and knew that his wife was to return soon, so some things would have to be hidden, such as the web cam and the desktop cleaned of it's programs revealing each other. As he began to lament that at last they could see one other, they now had to close down and wait again. Brandi got a funny look on her face and her hand slipped up to her throat and as they talked, her hand slid downward and pulled open her blouse and Travis saw no bra through the front gap. It was like a cattle prod had just been placed against his libido. He hardened and his breath grew shallow... surely it couldn't be... surely she wasn't going to... Her hand continued to move about her neck and she pulled the long sleeved striped shirt open a bit more. The dark shadow of the underside of her breast came into view and his breathing became almost manic. He was wondering when his wife would come back through he door and catch him like this. He feebly tried to tell Brandi he had to go and in response her hand drew her shirt wider with each movement until he clearly saw the under shadow of her breasts and the blushing pink of her nipples... never quite follow exposed. Travis was helpless by now. He had a full-blown erection and he could never have explained it should his wife should she enter the room just then. He could only move his hand between his legs to bring relief to his needs or shut it down. It took great fortitude to simply shut down the messenger service, knowing that the images would disappear. They talked, and Brandi was so pleased with her seduction, but she was understanding of his time constraint. Through the next several days, he couldn't get the image off his mind. She had taken clothes off to get ready for him and he had been teased by her until he was close to climaxing in his trousers. It was an intoxicating feeling. She had planned it and designed it. He didn't know whether to feel angered at the premeditated teasing, or flattered that she has chosen him be her lover. The morning's dream was the replaying of that evening... the blouse half open just giving glimpses of what could be, while her voice was telling you that was enough for a first date! It wasn't enough... not nearly enough. He realize that if someone had asked... "What then would be enough?" and he would have stammered and lost the right to vocalize it. What he wanted was to see her as she had described herself after one of their phone trysts. She talked of sitting on his chest, letting his seed flow out of her onto his own chest. He talked of wanting to see her... completely, openly and she had agreed... she wanted him to explore her and to discover every erotic membrane of her womanhood. He has the beginnings of a hunger that would gnaw on him in the days to come. He wanted to see her... not just her breasts outlined in shadow, but open and exposed and proud. He wanted to see her nipples, pink and pointed with excitement. He wanted to see... He was guarded in his own mind. He wanted to see her naked, but that was not the way to say it. It was like a dance and that movement didn't come until the end of the dance and he dared not speak of it too soon lest he scare her away. He realized he was a teenager seducing a new steady girl into letting you in her undies. You just didn't do that or talk about that on the first date... nor for a while, even thought it was your plan all along. The pressure of the bed against his pulsing rod felt good and it was not hard to imagine what it might have felt like pressed against her and he moved slowly to hump the bed hoping that might give him the sweet release he sought. In the early, predawn hours, he finally got out of bed and went down to write her a letter sharing his feelings... I'm sitting here writing on my laptop because I woke up this morning with a dream of you and was too excited to be able to stay in bed. I was so hard but I really didn't want to just climax... I wanted to savor it and you for a while. I woke up dreaming of last Monday evening... watching your hand so gracefully move across your neck and down exposing your milky white breast. You talk about being so naive, but it took me a while for it to dawn on me what was happening and then knowing now that you had taken your bra and undies off and were waiting for me only in the shirt. I have played the scenario out in my mind... if time hadn't been constrained. What I dreamed this morning was that I had stood and unzipped my slacks to show you just how excited you were making me. I wanted you to get that funny look on your face that I was having... and the hunger in your loins that I was feeling. I wanted you to roll your chair back and urge my hardness to explode... and I wanted to see you responding to my climax with your own. I know that was a dream, and realities are different, but I want you. I want you to feel the heat at your core. I want you to want me. I want you with the teasing you showed me... with the wild abandon of giving yourself to me... to luxuriate in naked bliss in the warm afterglow of being sexually sated. I have never forgotten the day we talked and you went and laid down on your bed... naked and you climaxed. We just were with each other for the longest time that day afterwards and you wanted to be glorious in the naked sexual afterglow. I have loved that image in my mind... the sounds and what I see when I think of you. I have no earthly idea when we will be able to be together again quietly with the web cam. I know it probably won't be until probably at least next weekend... and that kills me. I love discovering that I can say "hi" now, but I have to be so very careful. You handle it better. Well... until later, know that there is a guy in Oklahoma who is dying to make love to you again. He is walking around with a semi "stiff" for you... and know the power you hold over him. What he wants is to find some way to excite you too... to leave you thinking about him... wanting him... hungering for him too... planning in your mind how to seduce him as he is thinking about how to seduce you. The family at last began to stir from their beds and with his mind filled with the images of her nakedness and his desire to possess her, He got up and headed to the kitchen to fix them waffles which was his treat when one of the kids came home. The Shock Sunday afternoon came to a quiet slow down As the children left, and his wife made plans to visit a friend for an hour or so. Travis wondered if Brandi might be online at home that evening, and as soon as he logged into his Yahoo Messenger he saw she was. Suddenly he was nervous, knowing he was this close to her with all of the images that were still floating through his mind. She say him online as sent a message, "hi" and they started the small talk of courtship while he reached for his web cam and plugged it in. Once he had inserted the plug and positioned the cam, he clicked on the "Invitation to view my web cam" button. Without hesitation, Brandi clicked it and she said "I see you!" He laughed to himself and sent the message "Come and join me!" After a moment as she explained that she needed to connect her web cam, he saw her invitation to view her web cam and he felt his hands trembling. He had planned this in his mind all week. A very careful seduction with subtle hints. His plan was to wear a shirt and slacks as we would have most evenings, but earlier this evening he had changed, not thinking that this would happen. He had on a white long sleeved shirt and some light pull on sweats. He could have stopped and changed, but at the moment he just wanted to be close to her. When he clicked on the invitation to view her, the box popped up and there she was. The two first images that fixed in his mind was her brilliant smile and a bright red blouse she was wearing. The box was alive with color and she was smiling and moving and laughing. He had been a little nervous at how she would feel about being on cam with him again, but she seemed so delighted and her smiles and laughter were infectious. He reached for the keyboard to send a message of teasing response, but with whatever he touched, he sent the computer into a reboot and he watched helplessly as the computer cycled through it's screens breaking the connection and starting all over again from scratch. He swallowed hard and wondered if there were a great conspiracy at work to keep him from being with her. As his computer whirred, he made a decision to press the opportunity if he could reestablish the connection. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off... leaving his tee shirt on. He hoped that Brandi might notice if he could talk to her again, but he was becoming so aroused that he wanted to communicate his feelings in some way. The computer did it's thing and with a few clicks, the connection was re-established and there she was again. He couldn't help but notice how radiant she was. She was so animated and with that smile that captured him. She teased and flirted and he pressed the issue as he rubbed the neck of his tee shirt, just as she had done with her shirt the last time they had talked. He could tell by her eyes that she was noticing and laughing. As his hand slipped down into the top of his tee shirt, her hands flew up to her face in teasing embarrassment and she scolded him that he was making her blush! His hands were trembling as he told her he intended to make her blush! The screen locked again and he went into a panic. He couldn't figure out why this was happening and began trying to make the cam pictures unlock. He clicked on the icon and decided that his only choice was to shut the messenger software down and restart it. This time the computer didn't reboot, but as he maneuvered back into the messenger screen, he made the decision to carry his feelings forward and he removed his tee shirt. As they reconnected, she noticed he was now bare chested. He had a hairy chest and was not sure how she would react. He was partially expecting a severe chiding and perhaps her shutting down his camera. He waited until she made a comment that he had removed his shirt. He took a breath and wrote, "Come join me?" Her hands went back to her face and he could almost see the red blush spread, but she didn't shut down the conversation. He could see that she was looking at him intently and it made him feel empowered. He rubbed his hand over his chest slowly and invited her to begin with her buttons. As she sat looking at him with her hands on her cheeks, he knew she was making a decision. You could see it in her eyes and eyebrows. When she moved, she lowered the web cam until it was adjusted to her bust and he felt a heat from his loins consume him. She was responding to him, giving herself to him. He knew she was nervous, he could see her hands fumble with the buttons. He knew she was also excited, he could see her nipples showing through the red blouse with them hard and pimpled. His hand below the angle of his camera found his erection and he watched mesmerized as she unbuttoned her blouse and she paused. He knew she was not wearing a bra because her nipples were too plainly outlined through her shirt. His hand began to move across his chest and she picked up the movement. "Are you inviting me to follow your hand?" she asked. "Yes" typed with one hand was his only response. He moved across his own breast and intentionally grazed his own nipple and slowly her hand followed his lead. At first she slipped her hand under her blouse and he watched the movement of the fabric as she tweaked her own nipple in response to his lead. And then, she took the initiative moving so that each pass of her hand revealed more of her breasts. The swell of her breasts became apparent and the shadow of the fullness that curved deliciously out of sight. He was delighted that her breasts were as firm and perky as they were... Not needing a bra for anything more than modesty. Her hand grazed her own nipples and then drew the fabric back so that he saw one complete breast and then the other. Her nipples were caramel apple color with the reddish brown that softly filled the fullness of her pouting breasts. The buds of her nipples were visibly hardening as she moved her hands and began pinching then as he had established the ritual with his own. Watching her hand stimulate her nipples caused Travis' erection to fill his hand and had she been able to hear, Brandi would have heard a groan coming from his throat. He had already pulled his pants down below his heavy balls and he knew his eyes were fixed and glazed. He wanted to tell her... to show her... how she was affecting him. He wanted her to see him and be affected by him and he was watching her. His heart thumping in his chest, Travis made a decision which he knew was dangerous and risky. He slowly stood so that his manhood was positioned at camera height and watched the screen to see what Brandi's response might be. All movement stopped on her part. Her hands dropped and slowly she drew her shirt back across her breasts and he sat down quickly knowing that she didn't know what to do. He quickly typed an apology which he couldn't remember later and a quick explanation of why he had been so impulsive. He finally typed, "Are you OK? Have I ruined this?" and his heart went into his throat. Her one word response was "shocked" and he knew she was, but waiting to see how she would handle the situation. It was like being with a girl the first time you touched her breasts or slid your hand between the juncture of her legs... or pulled her hand to the hardness at the juncture of your own legs. He knew that the next seconds would affect much of their relationship. After a moment her words appeared, "Can I see more?" His feelings were so mixed with relief and jubilation. She had accepted him and his boldness. She had seen what he feared she would find objectionable and invited him to her inner being. He stood and stroked his hardness with his hands still trembling. He watched as her hands began to explore again and drew the cloth of her shirt back to show him her breasts and they began a sexual dance of seduction. He wanted her to feel the heat and the urgency of his manhood as she watched. She obviously wanted him to watch her hands feverishly tease and torture her breasts seeking relief and release. He had not planned on carrying his actions to climax, in fact, he was so nervous at the beginning that he doubted that he could. But watching her hands and seeing her other hand begin to rub her upper belly below her breasts and wondering if her hand which was out of sight would find her center of pleasure pushed him forward. The Web Cam Experiment Tyler had been friends with Jason since the 4th grade. They had grown up together in the same sleepy neighborhood, never apart for more than a few weeks of family vacation. Now they were hanging out on one of the last summer nights before they started their senior year of high school. Both were hoping for the promise and excitement of the end of high school to be all they had heard and more. At the moment, they were playing video games in Jason's basement, jointly relishing the fact they had both turned eighteen within the span of the last week. Tyler was sitting on the left hand side of the couch, his tall, lanky form stretching out as he played. Both boys were quite thin, without a drop of fat on their bones. Tyler was an inch or two taller than Jason, with slightly longer skater-boy dirty blonde hair that framed his piercing blue eyes. He had a round boyish face with light freckles and a devilish handsomeness about it. Jason had short brown hair, and a slightly more defined and thinner face, with deep brown eyes. He also had a few more muscles on his lean frame, with visible biceps and the beginnings of a six pack. Killing nameless soldiers on a console began to lose its appeal after two hours, and Jason was beginning to want a bit more excitement. "Hey Ty, wanna check out a cam site tonight? See if we can find any hot babes?" "Yeah, that'd be great," said Tyler. He had heard of cam sites before, where you could meet other people from around the world. He had never used it before because his parents refused to get him a laptop until college, but he knew Jason had tried it a few times before. Although you weren't supposed to do anything sexual, Jason had told him of a striptease a girl had given him a few weeks back in exchange for watching him jack off. For a pair of eighteen-year-old virgins, this was the height of excitement. As Jason booted up his laptop, Tyler watched him eagerly. They were sitting on the floor now, both in view of the web cam. Within a few minutes, they were cruising the web looking for girls. Tyler knew neither of them had made it past second base with a girl, but he was hoping to get the most he possibly could out of an online interaction. "Be prepared for a lot of dicks," Jason said as he logged on. He warning was well placed. The first thing that popped onto the screen was a large, hairy cock. With a short laugh, Jason quickly clicked the next button. After ten minutes of trolling through a sea of dicks, a girl finally popped onto the screen. Jason began typing furiously as Tyler looked on over his shoulder, trying to be casual and attractive. The girl had long red hair, a lightly freckled face, a thin build but with firm, pert little breasts. Her legs also seemed to run the length of eternity and back. On closer inspection, Tyler noticed she was less of a girl than a woman as she must be a few years older than they were. She was certainly worth their time. "Hey, cuties," she said, "Are you two looking for a little fun tonight?" Jason turned around smiling as he read this line. "If you want to have a little fun tonight, why don't you show me what's under those shirts?" Both of the boys scrambled to take of their T-shirts. Jason revealed a lightly tanned body with burgeoning muscles resting under the surface of his stomach and arms. A few light wisps of brown hair traced their way up from his shorts. Tyler was a shade lighter and less muscled, but his body was idyllically skinny. "Want to take your top off for us?" Jason replied. With a smirk and a wink the redhead, sitting cross-legged on her bed, pulled off her blue tank top and revealed a pair of pert, small breasts with pink roses at the tips. Tyler could feel himself beginning to get hard. When he looked over at Jason, he saw a similar bulge rising in his shorts. Sheepishly at first, both boys plunged their hands into their shorts and begin to play with themselves as they watched the red-haired girl massage her chest. "If you guys want to see more, you're going to have to do more. Especially since I've been so generous!". "What do you want to see next?" Jason typed. "Take off your shorts. Show me what you're made of." Both boys looked at each other slightly nervously and then shrugged. "It's not weird if we're camming, right?" Jason asked. "Not at all," said Tyler, who was excited to impress their online partner. With a quick sideways glance at one another, both boys slipped out of their shorts and then their boxers to reveal two gorgeous cocks. Both boys were at full attention. Jason's dick, which Tyler noticed was slightly larger than his own, had to be a full seven inches. It was surrounded by a slightly unruly patch of pubic hair. Tyler's was closer to six inches and his pubes were relatively well-trimmed, waiting for his lucky day. He could see Jason take note of his now hard cock. "Jerk them for me," the screen read. The boys obeyed the command, slowly beginning to stroke their cocks, up and down, up and down as they watched the figure on the screen rub her breasts and occasionally slide her hand into her short denim shorts. The boys continued to jack off as they watched the screen. Tyler noticed his gaze occasionally changed direction and momentarily focused on Jason's penis. He felt a strange twinge of ecstasy when he caught side of it, with its cut head and slight curve. He watched his friend's hand stroke it out of the corner of his eye. Then Jason typed, "Can we see your pussy now?" Another minute of masturbating, then, "You'll have to do better than just that. I really need some fun to get horny tonight. Why don't you give each other a hand?" she said with a winky face. "Dude, she wants us to jerk each other off...." Jason looked at Tyler with a look of mixed concern and intrigue on his face. Tyler was stunned by the idea and a little surprised, mainly by the fact that deep down, he knew he really wanted to run his hand over his friend's powerful cock. "Well, what do you think? It's not gay if it's for a chick, right?" Tyler said a bit uncertainly. The two looked at each other and started to giggle a bit. Jason looked down at Tyler's crotch as he laughed, sizing up the task ahead. "Promise never to tell anyone?" Jason asked. "I won't if you don't." As Tyler said this, Jason reached over and grabbed his cock. Tyler let out a soft "Oh" as he felt the warm, strong grip of another hand on his dick. He made eye contact as Jason started to softly stroke his dick. "How does it feel?" "Pretty great, I mean I don't want to sound weird, but it feels really good." "Come on, return the favor man." Tyler looked over at Jason's cock, and reached across his body to grab it. He felt the firm, soft flesh in his hand as he cradled the shaft gently. Then he moved his hand in an upward stroke and rubbed his thumb and his pointer finger on the baby soft head of his friend's penis. He could feel Jason's body tense slightly and rise as his hand moved over his friend's cock. "Do you like it?" Tyler asked. "Yeah, just wish it was her, right?" Jason replied with an air of what sounded like uncertainty to Tyler. "Yeah, of course." The boys who had been a bit distracted by their mutual play, refocused on the screen as they stroked each other. The girl seemed satisfied with their efforts; she slipped out of her denim shorts to reveal a tender pink pussy that was neatly shaved. She slowly began to slip a finger in and out of herself. As Jason watched this, Tyler could feel the pace of Jason's hand increase on his cock. Tyler strained forward slightly, and let out another barely audible moan. Against his wildest dreams, he could tell he was far more turned on by having his friend's cock in his hand than watching the girl on the screen. He thought he should have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but he was too excited by the moment. For a second, Tyler let his hand slide down the shaft of his Jason's dick, which was now starting to become slippery with precum, and cup his balls. When he did this, he thought he heard Jason let out a slight moan of pleasure. Although Tyler was still far away from cumming, he was harder than he had ever been. On the computer, he saw the girl reach across her bed to a small night stand and retrieve a purple vibrator from the door. "If you guys want to see the grand finale, you're going to have to give me just a bit more. I've always wanted to see two young guys suck on each other. Make my dreams come true, and I'll do the same for you!" This message stood out on the screen. Tyler felt his heart start to pound even faster after he read this message for the second time. Jason looked over at him with an eyebrow raised, as if asking him for advice. Tyler knew he wanted to try it, but he wasn't sure how his friend would respond. It was crossing all of the boundaries for two friends to go this far. "Whaddya think?" Tyler asked. He could see Jason was watching the red head slowly rub the vibrator around the outside of her pussy. "I mean, we absolutely could never tell anyone about it. We'd have to take it to the grave. But...I mean it can't be too bad, right? Might actually feel kinda good. And don't you want to see her fuck herself with that vibrator?" Tyler smiled, maybe a bit too obviously. He knew Jason wanted to try it. "Yeah, I mean, as long as no one ever knows. I think it's worth it." "Ok, well, I mean it's pretty weird, but we both know what we're doing it for." Jason looked back down at Tyler's now steel cock in his grip. He had stopped moving his hand and Tyler had removed his own hand from Jason's crotch. Tyler moved the laptop forward so it had a closer view of his dick. With a nervous smile and his head sideways so he could watch the screen, Jason slowly lowered his head toward Tyler's cock. Tyler could feel the excitement building in his whole body as his friend's mouth came ever closer to his dick. He had always thought his first blowjob would come from a girl, but he was more excited than he had ever been for his friend to put his lips around his dick in this moment. With one last moment of hesitation, Jason made the plunge, guiding Tyler's dick through his lips. He made a few shallow pumps before he eventually went deeper down the shaft, tongue licking the head as it went down his throat. This time, Tyler let out an irrepressible moan as his dick entered the warm, wet bliss of his friend's mouth. He had never felt anything like this before. He could feel the softness of his friends lips, the unique texture of his tongue, and slippery warmth of a mouth in general as it bobbed up and down on his dick. After the first few pumps, he involuntarily began to gyrate his hips, pushing his cock deeper into his friend's throat, causing Jason to gag slightly. After thirty seconds that felt like an eternity of pleasure, Jason came up for air, lips wet and saliva around his mouth. "Tastes a bit salty," he said with a laugh. "I could tell you liked it a lot...." Jason said. "Yeah, it was really amazing..." As Tyler said this, they both saw the girl deep throat her vibrator and then plunge it into her pussy as she began to ride it on the edge of her bed. "Let me do you," Tyler said, trying to suppress his eagerness. Jason lay back down, secretly excited to feel a blowjob for the first time. Surprisingly, Tyler was even more excited to give the blowjob. Although he had never really thought about sucking dick before, now it was all he could think about. With his hand at the base of Jason's dick, he leaned over and took Jason into his mouth. The first contact with Tyler's tongue made Jason's dick throb. Tyler immediately knew he loved sucking cock as soon as he had made his first stroke. He took Jason's cock deeper and deeper into his mouth and throat with each pump of his head, being careful to keep his teeth out of the process. Jason was elated: he could hardly contain his enjoyment as his friend's warm mouth enveloped him, sending electronic pulses of arousal through his cock each time the heavenly mouth pulled it back in. Although Jason was still watching the girl pound herself on the screen, he was quickly losing interest as Tyler pulled his dick deeper and deeper into the back of his throat. Tyler quickly realized that he didn't have much of a gag reflex and he was highly pleased. Although he could see snippets of the computer screen, he no longer cared about the girl. While he was still blowing Jason, he motioned for him to sit back up onto the couch, so he could kneel between Jason's legs. Jason obliged without question, legs now stretched tightly out as he tensed his ass, Tyler between his legs with his back to the camera. Jason looked down and made eye contact with Tyler, smiling as he did so. Tyler had been sucking for a lot longer than Jason's thirty seconds and he had no desire to stop. As he sucked, he started to tease the tip of Jason's dick with his tongue every time he came back up, like he had seen girls do in the pornos. Jason, with his dick still in Tyler's mouth, stood up. He took Tyler's kneeling head in his hands and pulled the blonde head deeply into his crotch as he pushed his cock forward. He could feel every inch that his dick slid into Tyler's mouth, until it rammed into the back of his friend's throat. Tyler loved this feeling: full of his friend's cock up to the brim, the soft tip pounding into the back of his throat. After a few seconds he finally felt his gag reflex kick in, causing a few heaves as he moved the cock forward in his mouth, but only slightly. As Tyler gagged, Jason moaned loudly as he felt the contractions. He had never been this horny or hard before in his entire life, and he could feel he was coming to a climax as he kept face fucking Tyler. As his cock was repeatedly taken into a welcoming hole of soft lips and warm spit, he could feel his balls begin to tense, and a tidal wave of cum building at the base of his shaft. As the pressure rose and he felt the crescendo, he plunged his cock into the back of Tyler's throat and gasped, "Oh, oh, fuck yes." Almost on the tips of his toes from the power of his excitement, Jason came as he had never come before. Tyler felt an almost electric shock of arousal as Jason's cock began to throb like mad and dump load after load of thick, hot cum into Tyler's throat and mouth. He continued to pull the cock into his mouth as it filled up with the warm taste of cum. Jason's eyes were closed as his orgasm began to finish off. When he opened them, he more fully noticed that Tyler was licking off the tip of his cock, getting every last scrap of cum. Tyler stood up as he felt the last drops of Jason's cum slide down his throat. Jason sat back down onto the couch with his legs spread. Without a word, Tyler climbed onto the couch, cock in hand, and positioned himself so he was standing on the couch with his cock at Jason's mouth level. Jason, knowing he owed his friend for the amazing time, took Tyler's cock slowly into his mouth. Once again, his mouth was filled with his friend's throbbing cock and the slightly salty taste of precum, which had increased in volume since the last time he had taken Tyler into his mouth. Jason started at a low tempo, adjusting to the feeling as Tyler's cock made it deeper and deeper into his mouth. Taking a page from Tyler's book, he ran his tongue over the tip of Tyler's dick after each stroke into the back of his mouth. Tyler was mesmerized by the feeling of his dick sliding slowly in and out of his friend's tender mouth, feeling Jason's tongue tease and torture his soft tip, arousing him immensely. He knew the feeling was more intense this time because giving a blowjob had made him incredibly horny. After a short while of going slowly, Tyler could not resist picking up the pace. He began to thrust forward, increasing the speed and depth of the blow job. With this hint, Jason immediately began to pick up the pace, allowing Tyler to force the back of his head forward as he pulled the dick in and out of his mouth more quickly. The white dick was now shining with spit each time it popped out for a second and Jason rubbed the shaft of the cock with his hand when it was not in his mouth. Tyler could not believe the intensity of his erection. He picked up the pace again, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into Jason's throat. As he did so, Jason grabbed his ass and began to knead his cheeks, driving Tyler even wilder. With his head thrown back Tyler let out, "Oh, oh , oh sweet Jesus. " "Harder. More." He whispered. Jason was doing his best to keep up with Tyler's demand, but as Tyler's cock began to pound into the back of his throat, he began to gag and his eyes filled slightly with tears. Tyler could hardly contain his excitement as he watched Jason gag on his cock; he found it to be another huge turn on. However, he pulled out momentarily to make sure Jason was okay. "Can I go that deep?" he asked shyly. "Yeah, I actually kind of like it..." With that, Jason took Tyler back into his mouth and began sucking him in deeply. Within a matter of second he was gagging on Tyler's cock again, sending shivers through Tyler. This time, instead of stopping, Jason moved down to Tyler's tensed scrotum and momentarily began to caress his balls with his tongue while he stroked the shaft of his dick. With a few more slurps and gurgles, Jason took Tyler back into his throat. This time he knew there would be no more stops and starts. Tyler pulled Jason's dark head deeply into his crotch, his lips moving down the entire length of Tyler's cock, to his cleanly trimmed blonde bush. At this, Tyler began to thrust faster than before, pounding his cock faster and faster against the back of Jason's throat, sliding into and out of his friend's slippery and supple young mouth. With each pound, Tyler could still feel Jason manage to lightly stroke his cock with his tongue. Finally, as Jason began to choke on his cock one last time, he felt an orgasm beginning to burst through his cock. He could tell Jason felt his body tense because Jason pulled his dick as deeply into his throat as he could as he continued to gag. "Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!" Tyler's climax was monumental; his dicking was jerking uncontrollably as a river of cum poured from his cock into his friend's throat. After what seemed like an eternity of pure bliss and pounding cum, he felt Jason pull away. The last drops of cum spattered onto Jason's spit soaked lips. Tyler collapsed next to Jason on the couch. They both briefly looked back at the laptop; the woman on the screen had disappeared. In her place, a boy of their age was jerking off onto his well-toned abs. With his foot, Jason shut the screen. "Well, that was a little awkward," Jason said. "Did you like it? I mean, I get it if you didn't. It was a little gay." "Well...um...I actually really really liked it. Can you keep a secret Ty?" "Yeah, sure." "I kind of liked having you in my mouth. I hope I did a good job. I liked it when you went in deeper..." A wave of relief spread through Tyler. "I loved sucking your cock. Maybe we can cam again and do this sometime. Or, I guess, I'd want to do it without the cam even..." "Yeah, we should do it again." As Jason said this, the boys heard the front door upstairs open as Jason's parents returned from their night out. Both boys scrambled off the couch, to pull their clothes back on. After a hurried redressing, Jason said, "Let's watch a movie." As they sat on the couch together watching a movie, Tyler felt incredibly content sitting next to Jason. Whenever their eyes met, a little smile crossed each other their faces. They both knew they wanted more. As they sat watching the movie, they each started thinking about ways to make a next time a reality. The Web Cam He felt an aching in his balls and knew that his climax was inevitable. He was now lost in relishing the power and the pleasure of showing himself to her. His eyes were fixed on the screen, but there was a fixed field of vision and he could feel his eyes dim as he reached that point where nothing short of death itself could keep him from exploding in release. At last, he felt the white hot burning of his own climax pumping and then spewing from the head of his member in his hand. He tried to keep his hand from moving as vigorously as it had because he wanted her to see him, to watch him flow forth and down over his hand. He reached for a Kleenex to catch the flowing fluids and continued to pump himself finding that each fresh ejaculation brought its own tender release and the coiled spring of his sexual need was released bit by bit. After the third Kleenex he was emptied both physically, sexually and emotionally. He realized that he had been lost in his own climax and sat down typing to ask how she was. They typed with pauses as they each reflected on what had just happened. She moved her cam so that he saw her face again and there was great mixture of shock, amazement and a quiet awe. He knew she would have trouble talking about this immediately. He felt as if he had just deflowered her, taken her virginity... and in fact, to a degree he had. He was her first to have made love to her this way and he knew that what she needed now was the cuddling and calming assurance of his presence. He finally typed, "Will you respect me in the morning?" and he watched her laugh and put her hands to her face in mock surprise... and she typed back, "Will you respect me in the morning?" They were lovers. Lovers who needed to assurance that their lovemaking was not an aggressive act of taking, but a gentle kindness of giving. Lovers who both needed to know that it was "OK" to be naked and sexual with another person. Even though they had typed their pleasures and talked their pleasures on the phone, this was another barrier to be crossed and it needed the sweet attention that only lovers can bring to that magical moment after. She had teased him about wondering if he just made "nice sounds" for her on the phone. He typed to her, "Now you see it's not just "nice sounds!" She laughed and as she covered her nakedness, he slipped his tee shirt back on and settled in for the few moments he still had left to be with her until all too suddenly, their time was gone and he had to prepare not to be interrupted. They bid their farewells and he removed the evidence of their lovemaking and the cam and sat glowing in the quiet room. The next morning he contacted her on IM at work, just letting her know that he was concerned about her and still interested in her. He sensed that she needed that reassurance because inevitably there would come two other crisis points in this relationship. The die had been cast and he knew that the next bold step would be for her to tilt the camera down a little lower and show her womanhood in all of it's sooth shaven glory and the step when she would ultimately bring her fingers into view and she would do for him what he had done for her... play with herself in front of him. He knew she would need to be nurtured through these steps. He didn't know if they would happen together or in two separate steps, but they were two walls that would have to be breeched for their lovemaking to become complete. The Seduction It was a week later that the opportunity opened again for them to talk. They had planned and prepared for the evening. The both found microphones so that they could talk and listen as well as type and watch. He had to wait until his wife left for her sorority meeting, but he knew Brandi would be alone all evening and would be well prepared. He debated what to wear, but settled on a white long sleeved shirt worn with the tails out over a pair of blue jeans. He shed his tee shirt but liked the seductiveness of the shirt and remembered how sexy Brandi had looked in her's the first time they saw each other. Once he was alone he connected the web cam and the microphone and tested the sound system and opened yahoo messenger. She was there waiting on him and within a few clicks both of their cameras were up and they were talking. They talked a lot about the last two weeks and the feelings they had experienced and the thrills it engendered. They avoided the issue of what might be happening this evening, but he did smile and commented that she appeared to be wearing the same blue stripped shirt that she was wearing that she wore the first time they met on camera. Travis choose a camera angle that showed him from head to knees without changing the angle. He knew he could get a "close up" of what he wished, but this seemed on the one hand less threatening since it was a bit away from him, and on the other hand he could be more subtle and he placed his hands on his thighs early in the conversation and simply moved them up and down very slightly grazing his trapped manhood which was hard. The angle showed his lap and he suggested to her that it was a good camera angle for her too. She kept avoiding it and making excuses, but always with her teasing smile and flushing blushes. He knew she was thinking the same thoughts, but would be ready to proceed are her own pace. Travis asked Brandi if all of this visual play had excited her over the last couple of weeks. She got quiet and without looking into her camera, she whispered, "Yes!" Travis began to tell her of his excitement and how it had affected him and how much he looked forward to their being together. His hands moved to just cover the crotch of his jeans without moving. He saw her eyes fix on his resting hand. He could watch her face and expression and knew she was thinking and deciding how to handle this, but could tell she was also intrigued by it and drawn into it. He knew she had thought about the possibilities of where their interaction might lead. She finally asked, "Are you enjoying yourself? May I watch?" He took a deep breath and said, "Only if we enjoy it together?" She drew back and her hand went to her face to wipe her cheek and she breathed, "Oh my!" He told her he wanted what they had to be shared, not just displayed. He wanted to make love to her, but to know that she was responding and how. He wanted to show her his passion, but he wanted to see her's too. She struggled with her answer. Scared but with a nervous smile on her face. She asked, "What do I do first?" with an almost little girl voice. "Follow my lead?" he responded. She could hardly voice the words of her response, but he saw that she was shaking her head "Yes." He had her move her chair back and adjust her camera until it was similar in view to his own. Only then did he let his hand move at the crotch of his jeans but only in slow long motions outside of his jeans. He waited slowly for her to reciprocate, but at last very nervously her hand cupped the crotch of her own jeans and though the movement was not as animated as his, her fingers were finding their mark. With his free hand he reached up and unbuttoned the top button of is shirt and held his hand in place... looking into the camera for her to see his eyes. Her free hand mimicked his. He smiled and she smiled. "Isn't this fun?" he said but tension and passion cracked his voice as he spoke. "She nodded her head" but he knew she was choked with her own feelings. A second button was released and he waited for her to follow. The ritual was well established and she was enjoying it. Her hand was slow but deliberate in unbuttoning the buttons... teasing him as though she might change her mind, but he knew in his heart she had not intent to stop, at least at this point. All five button on their shirts where now open and both shirts gaped. His hairy chest was exposed and the expanse of her chest with the swell of both breasts were partially revealed. He returned his focus to the hand covering his crotch and brought it up very slowly and deliberately, using two fingers to outline the hardness of his manhood and watched her suck in a deep breath as she was aware of his presence. He moved slowly to the button on his jeans and unsnapped it but again according to the ritual he held his hand frozen waiting for her response. He looked at her face and knew that she was at another decision point. This was moving her deeper into new experiences and openness with him. He understood the risks and waited patiently to see what her heart and passion led her to do. Finally, she moved both hands to her waistband and unsnapped the button and her hands just dropped palms up on her legs. She had followed the path, but the tension was draining her. He reached with both hands and unzipped his jeans, making no motion to pull them down or to expose himself, but pulling the fabric open until the vee of his white briefs were exposed. Brandi with her hands now visibly trembling reached for her zipper and then with a smile growing on her face she began to draw it down in an agonizingly slow way. She was taking control back from him and seducing him. Travis was pleased with her response, but also unsettled. His pulse quickened, but this time he determined to stay his course. What he wanted to do was pull his briefs down and free himself and display his glory to her, but what he did was to slowly slip his hand into the waistband of his briefs and slide his hand down over his erection. He held his hand still as he waited to see if she was still willing to follow his lead. She looked at him through the camera and then lowered her eyes and raised her right hand to slip under the lacy top of her undies and as she slid her down into them her eyes closed. Her legs spread to accommodate her delicate hand and unlike his which tented his briefs as it swelled over his erection, her hand seemed to disappear and he knew her fingers were finding their place in her depths. Her hand moved, but slowly and because of her jeans he could not gauge the activity of her fingers. Her breath caused her breasts to heave and he could now begin to see the movement of her hips and she was responding to her own touch, thrusting herself forward to meet the instrument of her own pleasure. Her stillness began to take on the writhing of a snake in long fluid movements and he heard her voice breaking the silence as her breath began to vocalize her pleasure. Brandi slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. He couldn't tell if she were looking into his face or just following his hand that now moved with greater insistence on his own hardness. Her face changed from the lost blankness of her own inner cravings to a sexual smile of seduction. Her wrist moved upward, although her fingers stayed attached to her inner folds and the action pulled her panties outward and then downward as the top now slipped to just above her fingers. She began to move slowly and then stood being careful not to loose contact with herself. Once standing, she used her left hand to tug first the left side of her jeans and then her right down over the curve of her hips and spread her legs until her jeans stopped about knee level, the weight of gravity yielding to the tension of the fabric around her legs. Without stooping, and using her left hand to balance herself with the back of the chair which she turned on its swivel base, she lifted first her right leg and with a dangling kick brought her bare leg from the leg of the jeans. She then just kicked the left foot up and the jeans fell in a heap out of her way. She was swaying as she finished this maneuver and continued that swaying movement and her breasts picked up the movement and with a peek a boo effect appeared and disappeared under her loose shirt. "And what would you like next?" she asked. Travis was startled. He had been lost in watching her and had even lost his concentration on stroking his hardness. He stumbled for words and with a horse voice that was almost unintelligible said, "Loose the panties!" "You first big guy!" she taunted in return. She was now confidently in charge. Travis pulled his hand from his briefs and with both hands shoving them down, his jeans and his briefs were at his ankles in an instant. He had bent over to make sure they didn't stop until he had simply lifted his feet and stepped clear of them. His first reaction was that of holding his hand over his erection which had wilted somewhat since his attention had been diverted from its encouragement, but he wanted to prove himself a worthy match and with his hands at his sides he stood with his proud manhood finding itself and making its own statement about his arousal. His hand moved to his erection and very carefully and deliberately, he slowly began to stroke himself. He was showing himself to her... encouraging her to join this contest. It held Brandi's attention for a moment and then she in turn moved her hands to peel her panties down off her hips and shrugged her shoulder so that the shirt fell off and down her arms stretched behind her and stood proudly before him, defying him to find fault in her nakedness. His shirt joined the pile and her hand moved over her shaven mound. He could see the cleft of her womanhood between her legs and he thought her inner lips might already have been swollen by her arousal. "I want to see all of you." Travis rasped. Brandi spun the swivel chair and sat down with her hips at the front edge of the chair and with a look of defiance, she draped her right leg over the arm of the chair and reached to pull herself open. Using her index finger she moved over her clit in small circles until it stood proud and hard under her finger. She moved her hand down in a circular way over her inner lips and drew them open to his view and then using her middle finger moved it into her knuckle into herself. Travis groaned and his movements became intense. His action spurred hers and she again closed her eyes and laid her head back as he again became lost in pleasuring herself. Her foot was planted on the floor to keep her balance as her hips moved with their own intent and their movements became synchronized in the mating ritual. Travis was still standing when a deep groan broke from his throat and he knew his ejaculation was coming. Brandi opened her eyes and looked to see the first white rope of his cum break from the head of his hardness. It was as if it had hit her deep in her womb because she clenched with her own orgasm. The chair moved under her and she had to turn to keep from loosing her seating as she wretched with her own convulsion. He kept pumping himself and letting the pearly cream dribble down over his hand. He could only watch until she had quit quivering and as though it were a tremendous effort, straighten herself in the chair. Her first thought was to reach for her shirt on the floor and he knew she was going to cover herself. "Don't" was the only thing he had breath to say. Brandi looked at him. "Don't get dressed yet, please" he said as he sucked air to speak. "I want to just see you now, be with you this way... to share this before we cover it up and act as though what happened didn't." She didn't speak. She held the shirt in her hand, but she didn't draw it in front of her. At last she just let it go and it dropped to the floor. Travis sat down in his chair and began what at first was an awkward conversation. She was nervous and crossed her arms and legs in front of her so as to hide her nipples and hide her cleft. But as the conversation continued, it became lighter and the teasing began and both of them relaxed. She still had her legs crossed, but now her hands were animated as they from time to time came to her cheeks in mock shock, or hiding her eyes as he recounted the humor of their time of passion. They were like two newlyweds who have just finished their first mating and now are relaxed and are just enjoying the sheer glory of their nakedness and their unashamed sexuality. They talked and laughed and he found himself becoming aroused again. Since it was impossible to hide it, he just called Brandi's attention to it. She looked and he saw that funny look in her eyes. Her legs uncrossed and they began the process again. Slower and more deliberately... and more pleasurably. He was now free to urge her on since he knew he probably wouldn't do more than had a dry climax and he was sated. He urged her and directed her and encouraged her and though she didn't spasms as she did the first time, the sweet vocalizations of her voice told him she had found a very profound release. As she came down from the mountain top this time, she wasn't hesitant about reaching for her shirt. She was now ready to move on from this... not ready to forget it, but hungry and thirsty and needing the relief of a bathroom. With sweet words she ended the session and Travis sat there naked as the screens closed. He smiled to himself and picked up his clothes and headed off to a long hot shower to savor the moments they had shared... and wondered if there would be anything sweeter in their future than they had just experienced.