I don’t think I’d ever been so nervous in my life. Standing in front of Mrs. Chapman’s class and reading my stupid report about the oak tree didn’t even come close to the dread I was feeling.
This was a huge step, and I prayed I wasn’t making the biggest mistake of my life. In a few short minutes I’d be exposing myself to the world. I wish that Indyboi and I could do it privately, but the chat room didn’t have that option. I didn’t know anything about camming, but I’m sure there was some way we could do it without other guys watching.
I plugged in the webcam and held my breath as my image appeared on the screen before me. I looked at Indyboi. He was waiting on me to show. I swallowed what little saliva was in my dry mouth and led my cursor to the icon that said, ‘Open cam.’
I closed my eyes and clicked on it. When I opened them, my body was on the screen.
Indyboi91: WOW!!!
I watched as numerous guys began flooding into my webcam. Within what seemed like a few seconds, fifty-eight guys were watching me. The chat began scrolling rapidly as guys commented on me.
Indyboi: your nice!
ElmerFudd: so u like it?
Indyboi: u got me hot here
Bidad36: raise your cam Elmer
Indyboi: DONT SHOW UR FACE!!!
ElmerFudd: I won’t show my face
Indyboi: cool
After several minutes, I was becoming comfortable being on cam as guys urged me on. Of course, I ignored all their requests. I only responded to Indyboi.
As Indyboi and I cammed together, I closed my eyes and pretended we were having sex.
The chat was going crazy. It was scrolling so fast I couldn’t even keep up with it. It appeared everyone was thanking Indyboi and me for the show we put on for them. When the chat began to slow down, I read a response from Indyboi.
Indyboi: that was awesome elmer!
u r one hot dude
I grinned broadly as I typed back, u2
Indyboi: when will u be back on
Biddad36: u guys were hot
I didn’t know when I could return again. I had lucked out tonight because Jon didn’t have his car all weekend and wanted to spend time with Debbie. I figured I probably couldn’t until the weekend.
ElmerFudd: don’t know
Indyboi: we GOTTA do this again
ElmerFudd: okay ill try
Indyboi: g2g
bye
ElmerFudd: cya
His screen went blank. Several guys asked me to stay on, but it wasn’t any fun without Indyboi.
Bidad36: can we get together sometime
I closed my cam and exited the room. I had had enough for one night. I was proud of myself that I’d been able to get up the nerve for Indyboi to see me. What I thought would be a scary situation turned out to be really exciting.
When I arrived at school the next morning, Jeff was standing by my locker. He smiled when I walked up. He stood quietly by as I opened my locker and retrieved my morning books. Every time I’d glance over at him, he had an expectant look on his face.
I looked up at him and said, “Okay.” He started smiling broadly. I knew he’d been waiting for me to give him my response about spending the weekend with him. Flashes of Kate kidding me about us having sex entered my mind.
“Cool,” he responded cheerfully as he put his arm around my shoulder and walked me to homeroom. It felt kind of weird and I kept looking at other students’ faces to see if they thought we were acting a little too gay. No one seemed to care.
At lunch Jeff sat closer to me than he usually does. Even Kate noticed and raised an eyebrow. I saw Lucas coming out of the cafeteria line, but he headed in the other direction and sat with some students I didn’t know. It was probably just as well. After Jeff’s reaction yesterday, he might get mad again. For now, it seemed like he had forgotten about it.
Jeff was excited about me spending the weekend with him. I thought he was acting like a giddy little thirteen year old girl, but I figured living by on a farm he didn’t have a lot of friends. He always talked about doing chores, and the only enjoyment he had was going to the mall with me on weekends.
On Thursday, I teasingly asked him as he was walking me to homeroom, “What are we going to do this weekend?” I raised my eyebrows and wiggled them slightly.
He started laughing. It surprised me when he sexually replied, “We’ll think of something.” He then looked down at my crotch and then back into my eyes. It seemed that having sex with Jeff was becoming a possibility. Now all I had to do was get up the nerve to do something.
I snuck into the chat room almost nightly, but I had to be quick. I never knew when Jon might enter. He usually has a routine where he goes down to the basement at 8:00 and works out for about forty-five minutes. He then comes upstairs and takes a shower. After that, he talks to Debbie for about a half hour. Most nights I go downstairs and watch television with my parents when he’s on the phone. He may be all muscular and manly, but he sounds like a spineless wimp when he’s talking to her. I guess that’s the price a guy has to pay to get some.
Indyboi wasn’t in the chat room at all during the week. The usual guys were there. I was beginning to recognize their names. I was even becoming comfortable making a few comments to them. Bidad36 was on almost every night. It appeared he knew my schedule and would wait until I came on.
Connor came over Thursday night. He and Jon went into the basement and worked out. When they came upstairs, I left. I didn’t particularly like being around Jon when his friends were over. It seemed like he’d always take the opportunity to embarrass me about something in front of them. Connor and Ross used to laugh at his jokes, but lately they were telling him to lay off me. Ross seem particularly protective of me, and Connor on a couple of occasions in the car on the way to school got upset when Jon said something insulting to me.
“Why don’t you lay off him?” Connor said once when Jon had kidded me about never getting any sex. He made some remark that I probably wouldn’t know what to do with it if a girl did offer it to me.
Jon looked over at Connor. He seemed angry that Connor had admonished him. “Why don’t you bite me?” he said bitterly. Connor just looked at him and shook his head. They didn’t say anything to each other the rest of the way to school.
Around nine o’clock, Jeff called and asked me if I was ready to go home with him after school the next day. We figured it was easier that way than me coming home and having Dad or Mom take me to his house. I knew Dad wouldn’t because he would be going to the football game. When asked for permission a few days earlier to spend the weekend with Jeff, the first thing he said was, “Who’s going to go with me to the game?” Fortunately, he talked Glenn into going. Glenn has been begging Dad for a new bike for several weeks, so I think he saw it as an opportunity to score some brownie points.
“Do you have any new video games?” Jeff asked.
“Well, Duh,” I laughed. “Of course. I’m sixteen. Everyone our age has video games.”
“I don’t,” he replied.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I never have time to play games,” he explained. “Besides, if I did, my little brother would probably steal them anyway.”
“You have one of those,” I giggled. “Glenn’s always coming in my room and taking mine.”
“Anyway,” Jeff reminded me. “Bring some with you to school tomorrow. If we get bored, we can always play a game.”
“Get bored?” I asked. “I thought you had the weekend all planned out.”
“I do,” he laughed. “You’re going to help me with my chores.”
“You mean like in milking the cows?” I remembered him telling me one time that they had about thirty cows he had to milk daily.
“We’ll do that at six-thirty, and then…”
“Six-thirty!” I shouted into the phone. “You’re going to get me up at six-thirty on a Saturday to milk some cows?”
“Well, yeah,” he replied as if it was something he thought I’d enjoy doing. “We have to do it Sunday morning, too. They need milked every day.”
“Uh,” I said thoughtfully. “I’m beginning to reevaluate this spending the weekend with you thing.”
“No!” he pleaded. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Now how about the videos? You going to bring some?”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied. “I’ll go to my room and get some. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Cool,” he said cheerfully. “I can’t wait. Bye.” He hung up before I had a chance to tell him goodbye.
When I went to my room to get some games, Connor was sitting at the computer desk. Jon was lying on his bed watching ESPN. My top drawer was open and Connor quickly closed it when I walked in. It appeared he might have been rummaging through my desk. I wouldn’t have minded except that was where I kept my webcam.
I walked over to my desk as he got up. “Hey, Woody,” he said. He had a nervous smile on his face. I think he knew I saw him looking though my drawer. My first reaction was to say something to him, but then it would probably have made matters worse. Jon seemed to have forgotten that I bought the camera. Mentioning it would have reminded him I had it.
I sat down and started going through the pile of video games on my desk. Jeff didn’t mention what he liked to play, so I wanted to take a variety of different games. As I was picking through them, Connor stepped up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder.
“Wanna play a game?” I moved my shoulder, hoping he’d remove his hand, but he didn’t. It seemed strange for him to be touching me. I was also afraid Jon would look over and see him doing it.
“Uh,” I replied nervously. “Maybe in a minute. I’m trying to get some games together to take with me to Jeff’s this weekend.”
“Jeff?” Connor squeezed my shoulder. “Who’s Jeff?”
“His boyfriend,” Jon muttered loudly and then started laughing. I was getting ready to say something to my brother, but Connor tightly squeezed my shoulder.
“Forget it,” he whispered softly so Jon couldn’t hear. We both looked when Jon started swearing at the television over a bad play his team had made.
I stacked about ten games on the corner of my desk. I found a plastic bag in a drawer and placed them in it. Connor sat down beside me.
“Ready?” he asked as he reached for a new game. “You’ve got a pretty big collection.” He handed me the game and I inserted it.
Connor was even more competitive than his brother, Ross. He was also more animated. He’d stand and shout at the screen every time he’d make a bad play. And like it was when I played with Ross, I started to lose concentration. Several times when he’d jump up, he would rub himself across my upper arm. I don’t think he was aware he was doing it. Since he and Jon had been in the basement working out, he was dressed in a tee shirt and thin, athletic shorts.
As we continued to play, his actions intensified. Once he even stood and danced around for a few minutes as he tried to maneuver the control. When he did, he’d turn slightly and the front of his shorts inches from my face.
At first I thought he was doing it unintentionally. After all, Ross had reacted almost the same way. Nothing had come from that. But as Connor continued to play, his movements began to intensify. Once when he made a play, he jumped up and started yelling at the screen. I looked at his shorts and he was excited. I glanced over at Jon. He was still watching the television and wasn’t paying any attention to us. Besides, Connor had angled himself so that Jon couldn’t see if he did look over.
Connor pressed himself against my arm. He was making no attempt to even act like it was accidental. My heart started pounding and felt like it would explode. I couldn’t believe that Jon’s best friend was being so openly sexual with me.
I was also getting very excited. I quickly glanced over when Jon started moving on the bed.
“I’m going downstairs for a Coke.” He looked over at Connor who quickly sat down. “You want one?”
“Sure?” He looked over at me. “Do you, Woody?”
I blinked my eyes at him a couple of times. “Yeah, sure.” My mind was still on overload from what had been happening the past fifteen minutes.
“Be right back,” Jon said as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
Connor looked over and smiled. “Finally,” he muttered as he stood up. My eyes flew open when he stood and pulled down his shorts. “Hurry, Woody,” he begged, “before Jon comes back upstairs.”
I looked up into his eyes as he smiled down at me. “Why are you doing this?” I started to push away and stand, but he pushed me back into my seat.
“Hurry, Elmer,” he begged. “Please.”
It took a few seconds for me to understand what he’d just said. I was confused by what was happening. Suddenly, it hit me.
“What?” I shouted as I jumped up. He smiled, then reached out and grabbed me. I wanted to pull away, but my body wouldn’t cooperate.
“I’m Indyboi,” he said softly. I couldn’t even react when he pulled down my shorts and dropped to his knees.
Just then we heard Jon’s footsteps on the stairs. “Damn!” Connor jumped up and pulled his pants up. “Hurry,” he whispered softly as I frantically pulled up my shorts. We had just jumped back into our seats when the door opened, and Jon walked in with three Cokes.
“You still beating him?” Jon laughed as he looked down at the score. I didn’t have any idea what the score was. Connor was ahead, but not by much.
“Of course,” Connor replied as he looked over at me and winked. Jon returned to his bed and continued watching the game.
Connor and I returned playing the game, but neither of us was into it. I think both of us were overwhelmed by what had just happened.
I couldn’t believe Connor was Indyboi! Connor is straight! He has always been straight. There is no way the muscular, athletic boy sitting next to me had just wanted to have sex with me.
Connor is Indyboi!
We kept looking taking quick glances at each other. If he is Indyboi, then he must have somehow figured out that I was ElmerFudd. That must have been why he had been looking through my desk. He must have put two and two together when I bought the webcam last weekend and then gone online with him a few days later. But Connor being Indyboi? My mind couldn’t wrap around that.
He looked over at me worriedly. “You okay?” he whispered softly. I looked blankly at him and shook my head.
“We’re cool?” he whispered again as we played the video game. “Right?”
I attempted a slight smile and nodded my head. I could tell by the expression on his face that he realized he may have made a big mistake by coming out to me. “You won’t tell anyone will you?” His whispered plea had a tone of urgency and regret.
I shook my head. “I won’t tell anyone.” He attempted a strained smile. I looked over at Jon who was sprawled out on his bed watching the game. “Trust me.”
Connor seemed to ease slightly. “Thanks.” He put the control down. “We have talk real soon, okay?”
I nodded my head. “Okay.” He patted my leg, then went over to Jon’s bed and sat on the edge and watched the game. Occasionally, he’d look over at me and smile.
Connor Radford is Indyboi!