Saw Mill Ridge

Saw Mill Ridge – What Happened Later 1 – Greg and Steve

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Saw Mill Ridge – What Happened Later – Greg and Steve

This story is a continuation of Saw Mill Ridge and although it can stand on its own, you will get a better appreciation for the characters if you read that story first.
[Greg]

I’m a bit apprehensive about Patsy coming to visit. I’m still not quite over what she and Emily made us boys do at “The Ridge.” On the other hand, I feel a debt of gratitude to her. She opened up a whole new world of sexuality for me.

A lot has gone on since our vacation at Saw Mill Ridge, or “The Ridge” as we came to call it. I was hoping like the rest of the boys that the girls’ domination of us would be a one-time shot. Unfortunately, it was not.

They made sure that we performed for them on video frequently. The girls knew that both my parents were out routinely on Saturday morning so almost weekly I had to bare for them and masturbate.

They even forced me to buy those stupid gel hair loops and wear them. I was embarrassed to buy them, but I certainly enjoyed using them. They really do enhance the masturbation experience. I got hard just wearing them.

I wasn’t the only boy on camera for the girls. But I was the only solo performance. I was probably the most boring: just me, naked on my knees, masturbating in front of a stationary camera. Emily had Michael and did things with him and Ike and Brad had each other and the girls made them do things with each other.

I was embarrassed at The Ridge when the girls first made me go down and suck off the other boys, but when it came my turn to be sucked off, I found that I really enjoyed it. I got an appreciation for it, and I now know how to make another boy feel good. I wanted more of this and I came up with a plan to make it happen.

The plan involved my friend, Steve. Steve and I were friends since we started school. I’ve always felt as special closeness to him and we took each other into confidence. When I had a question about sex, he’d answer it and I filled him in on what I knew.

Steve was lucky, he had a younger sister, Susan, and he had seen her naked when she was toddler so he knew what girls looked like “down there.” That was years ago. She’s 12 now and beginning to “fill out” and look like a fox.

I liked getting a blow job so much that I had to introduce Steve to the concept. I knew that if I could blow him, then he would return the favor. I had to start slow.

It started with a talk about masturbation. “Steve, I have a very personal question to ask you.”

“Sure, buddy, go ahead.”

“Do you, like, jerk off?”

“Man, you weren’t kidding about it being personal.”

“I know, but do you do it? I do.”

“You do!”

I nodded and felt myself blush.

“Wow! That takes courage to admit it.”

I pressed on, “So do you do it?”

“Yeah. I guess. I mean, doesn’t every boy?”

“So I’ve heard. Did you ever do it in front of somebody else?”

“No. No way. Susan almost caught me once, but I covered up before she could see anything.”

“Did you ever watch anybody else do it?”

“No man. This is weird. Why are you asking these questions?”

“What I’m going to tell you is just for you and me to know. I want you to promise you’ll kept it a secret and won’t laugh at me.”

“OK, I promise.”

I took a deep breath, “It all started last summer when we had the family vacation ...”

I told him about the plan to drink beer and jerk off to magazines and how we were caught red-handed by our female cousins, and about the sex contests and the things the girls made us do.

It took a while to tell it because there was a lot to tell. Steve just listened with increasing awe. He said nothing and was almost slack jawed by the time I got finished.

“Man, that must have been embarrassing,” he said as I wound down. “I bet you’re glad it’s all over.”

“It’s not over. My cousins still make me jack off for them on the computer.”

“Why do you still do it?”

“They have the pictures of me. Here, let me show you.”

I brought opened a folder with dozens of pictures and videos. “These are just a part of the girls’ collection, I said.

I showed a picture of Emily preparing Greg before one of the contests.

“Who’s the boy? What is she doing?”

“That’s my cousin, Greg. My other cousin is putting girl’s hair bands around his penis and balls.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure why, but even though it looks funny, it’s very effective.”

“What do you mean by effective.”

I brought up another picture showing the “finished product.” “You can see how it makes our balls stick out. It also traps blood in the penis making it more sensitive. When I cum, I can almost feel it pulling on the bands everywhere.

It’s so good I bought a package of them for myself.”

“I can’t imagine what that would feel like.”

“You want to try it?”

“What?”

“I said, do you want to try it. I got plenty of bands.

I’ll tell you what. I’ll do it and you can watch. Then if you are still curious, you can do it.”

“This is crazy, man.”

I pulled up some pornography I had. It was basically scans from the magazines we had at the Ridge. The girls confiscated the magazines but provided us with scans that they approved of: mostly female domination stuff, but some “regular” sex too.

“Just sit there and watch, OK?”

“OK.”

I silently got undressed. This was not too unusual since we’ve seen each other naked in the locker room before. What was different that this time, I was erected.

Steve did not fail to notice.

“You’re hard already!”

“It happens,” I said, pulling the bag with the bands out of the drawer. “Just the thought of putting these things on gets me excited. I think it’s because of what happens afterwards.”

“What’s that?”

“Orgasm, you dummy.”

“You’re not going to jerk off now, are you?”

“Why not? I’m most of the way there.”

I laced the bands as the girls taught us around my penis and balls.

“That looks ridiculous!” Steve exclaimed.

“Take a closer look. See how tight my balls are? Go ahead touch them.”

“I’m not going to touch them.”

“Suit yourself. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to jerk off.”

I knew I had to put on a good show. I had planned this out abstaining and edging over the past couple of days. It only took a few jerks and my cum was flying all over the place.

“Wow!” Steve said. “I’ve never seen anything like that even in those pictures we saw. That was fantastic!”

“It felt fantastic. Are you sure you don’t want to try it? I’ll bet it will be the best cum you ever had.

You know how much better it got when you went from dry cum to wet cum? Well, this is like that.”

“OK, but this doesn’t mean I’m gay or anything.”

I ignored the comment and said, “Take off your clothes and let me band you up.”

[Steve]

It was the weirdest conversation ever. Well, maybe not so much of a conversation as Greg went on and on about his weird sexual adventures during the summer.

It was sort of like a train wreck. It was messy; it was frightening but you couldn’t stop watching it.

I had to admit. It would have made an interesting fantasy if it hadn’t happened to someone I know.

In fact I was getting close to calling “bullshit” when he showed me pictures. There it was: four naked boys and two good-looking, but fully-clothed girls.

That would have been bad enough, but there were also pictures of what the girls made the boys do to each other.

For some funny reason it was beginning to turn me on. It got me thinking about so many sexual things that never occurred to me before.

The climax or the climax before the climax was when Greg got naked in front of me, put on the bands and jerked off.

I’ve never watched a boy jerk off before except on the web and thought how odd that was considering that his female cousins had me beat by months and who knows how many jerk-offs.

I watched him closely and was fascinated by the differences on our techniques, but I never got the chance to catch it all. I’ve heard of premature ejaculations and even had a few of them, but nothing this fast and certainly I never pumped that much of it.

I was in awe of his cum. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like; I had to find out. There was only one way to do that.

“OK, you’ve seen me cum. Now it’s your turn,” he said. Under normal circumstances I would have declined but these circumstances were anything but normal. I knew I was going straight home to jerk off. So why put it off.

“OK, just this once. I want to see what it feels like.”

“Then get undressed. I’ll band you up.”

Before I even realized it, I was naked and standing in front of my friend.

“Ohh, that feels funny,” I said as he slipped a band all the way back over both my cock and balls. He reached for another band.

“How many are you going to put on there?”

“Just two each. One set around your cock and balls, another set just around both balls, another set crisscrossing over the top and between the balls, and by then, your balls will be so hard that I can loop a band around each ball separately.”

“How did you learn to do this?”

“The girls taught me. We did a lot of experimentation and we gave the girls feedback on how it felt.

There you are, all trussed up. How does it feel?”

“Tight. A bit uncomfortable, but not bad.”

“Now feel your balls.”

“Wow, they’re like rocks! Look how far they stick out. No wonder the girls liked this; everything is on display.”

“And it feels good on the boy side too. Go ahead, give it a test run.”

I grabbed my cock. I was immediately aware of the veins popping out. I’d never seen it look so “masculine” before. It was a good visual display, but if there is anything I learned in sex-ed it was that erections are caused by blood being trapped in the penis. The bands did an excellent job of that.

“Oh boy, I feel so hard. Look at how red the head is getting!”

“And you haven’t even started yet.”

I took a couple of strokes and burst out laughing as my balls swung and slapped against my body, “Ow! I can feel them jiggling as I pull.”

“You’ll get used to it. It’s part of the sensation.”

Normally I like to look at something or at least close my eyes and fantasize when I jerk off. There was no time for it now. I made do by looking at the mirror mounted on his closet door watching my balls bouncing as I tugged on my organ.

Even without visual or imagined fantasies, I felt myself peaking fast. I was at it maybe 30 seconds when I felt the first tingles. Normally these grew to the point of ejaculation. This time they got there and I still didn’t come. The tingles became more intense and I could feel the pressure building up in my penis and backing all the way through my boy plumbing to my balls.

I was feeling almost as good as my first squirt, but still the excitement was building in me.

Finally, the pressure overcame the constriction and my dam burst. I had an intense contraction and felt the wave of cum pulse through my penis. It never felt like this before. I normally like to watch as it arcs out but my eyes couldn’t focus. I was on the edge of consciousness and was glad I was sitting down.

Almost immediately, the second wave hit, followed by the third, fourth and who knows how many more. Normally my ejaculations are a couple of seconds and several pumps apart. This was almost continuous and although my sense of time was warped, I seemed to be at it for a long time.

After a while, pleasure gave way to pain as my tortured sexual system was still convulsing with nothing left to shoot. It was a case of the dry heaves. I let go my penis and fell back onto Greg’s bed, panting.

“I told you it would be good.” I dimly heard my friend say.

All I could do was nod. I was still too dazzled by my state of bliss to talk.

Once I recovered, Greg offered, “Let me take them off. You can’t leave them on too long, or they will cause damage. Fortunately, we don’t need them for long.”

As he undid the bands in reverse order, I was in for another surprise. With the removal of each band came the release of some trapped cum and with it a mini-orgasm sort of like an aftershock after an earthquake.

I looked down at my penis when he was done. It was still oozing cum. “Impossible,” I thought. I was sure I pumped myself dry.”

I looked at the cum-drenched bands on Greg’s desk. “Susan uses bands like that,” I said. I wondered if I could ever look at a pair of hers on the bathroom sink again and not think of jerking off.

“That’s why the girls recommend the gel kind. They clean up better than the cloth kind.”

[Greg]

I brought Steve along in stages. Now that we had our first jerk-off together, I was like the proverbial salesman with my foot in the door. I had the bands and I knew how to use them. He was too embarrassed to buy them for himself. I’m not too sure why, but boys don’t like buying anything that has to do with girls.

I had Steve I my power in another way. I had the free time and the privacy. He had to come here on Saturday morning to get his “fix.” He admitted that normal jerking off, while fun, was not as much fun as it used to be compared to doing it with me.

“There is something about doing it together,” I told him. “It takes some of the guilt out of it, knowing that we both do it. Also, it sort of turns me on to watch you do it. It’s kind of like I’m also doing it. I can imagine how it feels for you.”

Steve just nodded. I took that as consent.

“Let me show you something else the girls taught me to do.” I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth. I sucked him off to a fantastic orgasm if there is anything in the amount of cum he shot. He was hooked.

He refused to reciprocate. I could live with that for now. Although I enjoyed receiving blow jobs more than giving them, I still enjoyed doing it.

That was the leverage I needed to flip him to the “dark side.”

We had several “productive” sessions and I figured he was hooked, so I upped the stakes.

“We been living on borrowed time,” I told him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I told you how the girls had all those incriminating pictures of me.”

“Yes?”

“I told you how they make me perform for them on the computer.”

“Yes.”

“Well, Saturday is the day I do it for them. They’ve been gracious the last couple of weeks, but now they want to put me back on the schedule.”

“So what’s that got to do with me?”

“It means if you are going to come over here on Saturday and do it, you’ll do it with the girls watching. If you want to continue getting blow jobs, you’ll do it with the girls watching.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Well, I’m going to set up the computer. I’m due on in about 5 minutes. If you’re here fine. If you’re not going to jerk off, then I suggest you go home.”

I was a bit disappointed when he decided to leave.

I logged in and both Emily and Patsy were on line. “Where’s Michael,” Patsy asked.

“He decided to skip today.”

“Well that’s too bad. I guess you’ll have to put on a very special show to make up for it.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve been saving myself up in anticipation. Don’t worry about Steve; he’ll come around. I don’t think he can last long without my lips on his dick.”

It did not take him long to surrender. He approached me later in the week. “Do you think we can sneak off and do it?”

I decided to be a prick, “Do what?”

“You know, jerk off ... and the other thing.”

“I thought you didn’t want to do that anymore.”

“It’s not like that. I don’t want no girls watching me when I do it.”

“So, go to the bathroom, lock the door and knock yourself out.”

“OK, you win. You know it’s not as good without the bands. I must have jacked off a dozen times since Saturday and none of them felt that good. Heck, all of them combined didn’t feel that good.

Besides, I’m not double-jointed; I can’t suck myself off.”

“You know who to call. I’ll be open on Saturday for business.”

“You won’t have the computer on, will you?”

“Sorry, that’s the cost of admission. I have to do it for the girls and that’s the time and place they picked.”

I bowed my head. It was too much. I needed this. “OK, I’ll be there.”

[Patsy]

Emily and I were excited when I heard about Greg’s plan to get his friend Steve involved in our play. He thought that he could get Steve interested in masturbating with him and then get him hooked on oral sex and eventually convince him to do it for us. Once we had pictures of him, then we could back up Greg in getting him to do all manner of sex things with Greg.

“I’ll need your indulgence,” Greg pleaded. “I’ll need time off from our Saturday ‘film fest’ so I can get him over here and get him hooked.”

Emily took over as spokes-girl for us, “OK, we’ll give you a couple of weeks. But you still need to check in during the week. I know that you don’t have a lot time in the evenings to do it right, but you can’t expect us girls to go without seeing that cute little penis of yours.”

I could see him blush as we called his penis “little.” Actually, it looked bigger than it did during the summer. I’ll have to get my hands on it again and measure it.

Emily went on, “Keep us informed on your project with Michael and let us know if we can help with anything.”

He came back with a request, “I could sure use some of those dirty magazines you girls confiscated from us.”

“OK, I’ll send you some more. You’re just trying to extort more pictures from us, aren’t you?”

“No really. I’ll need more to get Steve interested.”

“OK, but it will take a while. I have them very well hidden and I have to wait until my folks are out.”

Emily put in her two cents, “Can you do the two naked women playing tennis. Michael keeps asking about that one. I think that’s in your collection.”

“I know the pictures you’re talking about. How about it Greg, will the shots of the tennis players do?”

“I’ll take it! Some of those pictures were pretty hot.”

Greg, I must say, was a dutiful boy and in our all-too-brief evening sessions during the week, did report back.

I was impressed that he got Steve to masturbate on the first try. He did such a good job with that, that Emily and I decided to give him the extra time he felt he needed.

We were disappointed when he didn’t allow us to see him on the weekend that Greg promised to deliver him. Yet we kept faith with “our boy on the ground.”

At least that Saturday we got to see a complete show from Greg who seemed quite pleased to be able to perform.

[Greg]

It only took a week of abstinence to get Steve to come around. Well, it wasn’t exactly abstinence he admitted that he attempted to jerk off, but the results were not as satisfactory as when we did it together. Most of all, he seemed to miss the blow jobs.

So Saturday came around and Steve reported to my house. Only this time, we did it in my room where the computer was set up.

“Stay dressed,” I told him. “I don’t know why, but those were my instructions from the girls. There will be two feeds: one to my cousin Emily and the other to my cousin Patsy. They may or may not have some of their friends with them.

“So what do I have to do?”

“The short answer: whatever the girls want you to do. Expect to jerk off for them at least.”

“Can I wear the bands?”

“I think the girls will insist on it.”

“Are you going to give me a blow job?”

“If the girls order it, I will.”

Steve had arrived very early so we had some time to kill before the girls logged in.

“You realize that once you start down this path, there’s not turning back. Once the girls get pictures and videos of you, they’ll be able to make you do anything. I didn’t have a choice; you do.”

Steve nodded and then added, “As long as they keep the pictures to themselves, I’m OK with that.”

“So far, all they’ve done is share them with a couple of their friends. I think they want to keep this a secret as much as we do. It’s a good thing for them, and they don’t want to ruin it either.”

“Do you do this every week?”

“Almost. I put on my show here on Saturday afternoon. Emily puts on a show on Saturday morning with her brother, and my other cousins Ike and Brad put a show on Sunday mornings.

Sometimes, it’s a packed weekend. I am invited to watch the other shows and I do from time to time just to make sure that the girls aren’t doing something to me that they aren’t doing to the other boys.

Besides, I like to watch the other boys perform. Misery loves company, as they say. Also I look to see if they’ve picked up any new techniques.

But mostly I skip the other sessions. The girls, I am sure, have perfect attendance.”

Steve was fidgeting as we waited for the girls to log in.

“How can you be so calm about this?” he asked.

“I’ve been through it dozens of times. It gets easier. Besides, it’s only viewing. Back at the Ridge, the girls were actually there with us. It was all new to us and we didn’t know what to expect.

Also there was a certain excitement being surrounded by masturbating boys.”

“You make it sound like you like it?”

“I do, sort of. I mean I don’t like the idea of being told what to do by the girls, but that just adds to the experience. I think the only one who really gets off on it is my cousin Ike. The rest of us boys do as we are told, he actually seems to like it.

Give it a shot and see how you feel. Your feelings will change over time. Mine did. I’m now used to the girls’ dominance over me.

Dominance! I couldn’t even say the word while I was at the ridge, but that’s what it is. The girls dominate and we boys submit. It’s just the way it is with us. Once you get that, it’s easier to do.”

Just then, the chat request came in. I looked at Steve and said, “Show time!” I patted him on his knee and said as an aside, “Relax, I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

[Steve]

Now that it came down to it, I was really nervous. Greg tried to calm me down and some of the butterflies in my stomach settled down.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the computer ping to announce the girls’ arrival.

Steve clicked them on. There was a girl’s face on the screen.

“That’s my cousin Emily,” he said. Then pointing to me, he said, “Emily, meet Steve. Steve, meet Emily.”

Both of us muttered “hi.”

“I got some friends with me today,” the girl said.

“First there’s Bonnie.”

I head popped into the picture and said a cheery “Hi!”

I mumbled a “hi” back.

Then there’s Audrey.”

Another girl’s head popped in with a “Hello, boys.”

“All of us are in the same class at school.

And of course, there’s Michael.”

Michael leaned into the camera and although I could not see his whole body, it was obvious, he was naked at least down as far as the crotch.

Greg sat there making small talk with his cousin for a couple more minutes until there was another ping and Greg clicked in another window. There was, I presume, his other cousin.

“Good afternoon Patsy,” Greg said.

“I’d like you to meet my friend, Steve.” Turning to me, he said, “Steve, say hello to Patsy.”

“Hello, Patsy,” I said in a zombie-like trance.

Patsy piped up, “I got Ellen here and a couple special guests, Her cousins Jackie and Jeanine. Jackie is in our class at school and Jeanine is her kid sister.”

I heard off camera, “I’m not a kid, I’m 11.”

Patsy swiveled the camera to show a picture of the two smiling and waving girls.

“This is Jackie and Jeanine’s first time, so we’ll go slow. I’ve showed them some pictures and videos so they know what to expect.”

Emily seemed to take control of the show. “Now that we all know each other, how about some action. I’d like to see you boys dance for us.”

She put on some music. I shrugged my shoulders. Greg got up, grabbed me by the hand and made me get up as well. He started dancing and I hesitantly followed his lead. After a couple of minutes I was relaxed enough and decided to put on my best moves. I figured if I could keep my mind on my dancing, it would not be somewhere else.

The song completed and another one came on. Emily commanded, “Now strip while you dance.”

Once again, I followed my friend’s lead mindful that there were girls everywhere watching my performance. I made a point not to look at the screen.

I followed Greg’s lead shedding only an article of clothing when he did. We both got naked just as the music stopped. I could hear the applause, cat-calls and whistles from the computer speakers.

“Face the camera boys,” Emily commanded. She seemed to be in control. I guess it’s because she has a full-time boy slave: her twin brother.

“Let’s do Greg first. He can show you what to do.

Steve, you will do the honors of putting the bands on Greg. Then pick up the camera and give us a good view of him masturbating. Up until now we’ve not had a cameraman and had to settle for a static view.”

I felt really funny touching another boy’s penis. From what Greg told me, the girls seemed to warm up to it quickly.

I was hoping I didn’t mess it up. Knowing the girls were watching us was bad enough. Having them laugh at us would have been too much to bear.

Emily continued her coaching, “Make sure you use the same colors on each pair. You’ll be judged on artistic presentation.”

No that the threat intimidated me, but I did as my video mistress commanded me.

This was the first time I got a very close look at what the pattern of overlapping bands do to a penis and balls. His penis turned redder like mine does before an ejaculation. The veins popped out and looked like a road map running up and down the shaft. The head was swollen.

But it was his balls that amazed me. Instead of hanging down limply as balls normally do, they stuck out prominently. They were big and round and pronounced. They were so hard that the skin on his scrotum was pulled until it was shiny. The slightest movement sent them swaying.

I could see why the girls would be fascinated by this.

Greg dropped to his knees and started jerking off. I moved around with the camera getting the act from various angles, zooming in and zooming out.

I must have been doing a good enough job since I didn’t hear any comments from the girls except one. Emily told me that she wanted a full frontal shot when he came that showed both his penis and his face. I wondered if I could time that right.

I didn’t have to wonder. I could tell he was getting closer by the tightening of his body and the laboring of his breathing. I decided to get a better view so I got in front of him and got prone on the floor. The camera was looking up at his hand and penis and his face was in the background. I stayed far enough back and used the zoom to stay out of the line of fire.

He announced, “I’m cumming!” and shot a stream of semen right at the camera. It splashed down uncomfortably close. Greg outshot the distance I thought he could ejaculate. I heard “Oohs” from the girls. I maintained my position as he delivered shot after shot to the delight of his audience.

When it was all over, I got up. Emily congratulated me, “That was great camera work. I can’t wait to play that part where he cums over again in slow motion.”

Next it was my turn.

Emily had me take the bands off Greg’s penis. More semen dribbled out! I looked at the pools of the stuff he deposited on the floor and wondered how he could possibly have any left in him. I began to doubt my own potential. Suppose I couldn’t live up to the performance he just put on for the girls. Would they laugh at me?

It felt funny having another boy handling my penis, but Greg seemed a lot more relaxed about putting the bands on than I was. He just seemed to be more relaxed about this whole Clothed Female – Naked Male thing.

I felt better with the bands in place. I looked down and almost laughed seeing how funny they looked. However, they made my penis and balls feel really good. I was ready and hard and didn’t need to be told to jerk off. But I awaited the girls’ commands.

Greg was now operating the camera and I could see that he was intent on getting close ups of my penis and balls. I looked at them on the screen. They looked even funnier from that angle.

“Do it,” the mistress of ceremonies announced and I was off and jerking.

I liked the way my balls swayed in cadence to my jerking. Without the bands I’d never feel that. It felt like my penis was being stimulated on both ends: at the head with my hand and at the base with the weight of my swinging balls.

“Don’t look down,” Emily commanded, “Look at the camera. We want to see your face too. Tell us when you are cumming so we know when to pay attention.”

“Pay attention?” I thought. If I were a girl watching this I’d be paying attention every microsecond.

Looking at the camera also meant that for most of the act, I was also looking at the screen and at the girls’ smiling faces. I thought for a moment, “Boy, they’re really cute; even the younger ones,” and that gave me a twinge that jump started my masturbation towards orgasm.

The girls admonished Greg, “Get down on the floor like Steve. We want to be looking up the barrel of that thing when it goes off.”

Steve assumed the position. Too close. Perilously close. But I was in no condition to warn him. As I felt my orgasm overwhelming me, I yelled out, “I’m cumming!” I closed my eyes and let fly my semen. I didn’t worry about not looking at the camera, I was certain that the girls were looking somewhere else.

I heard the girls squeal and giggle and one of them said, “Omigod, Omigod.”

I was several squirts into my cum when I was sufficiently in control of myself to open my eyes. When I could focus them I saw a cum-coated Greg laying on the floor. For some reason, that excited me and I was able to pump out more squirts than I ever done before.

I slumped back onto my heels as Greg got up and cleaned himself and the camera off.

Once I got my breathing under control, the girls had him remove the bands. It felt more intense than when they went on. My penis and balls were more sensitive. What amazed me was the trickle of trapped semen that came out. It was no mere dribble, but a mini-ejaculation and it felt like one too.

In fact for a good while later, my penis twitched and I would experience what I call “aftershocks:” by no means a full orgasm, but pleasurable nonetheless.

The girls insisted that we re-run the video of my cum. I could see why they enjoyed the performance. The first shot went straight at the camera just missing hitting it. The second shot nailed it. A bulls-eye dead center of the camera and dead center of the screen. My cum had barely dripped off the lens before my next shot, it made the video look like a cloudy, dreamlike state: unintentional, but very artistic.

“Great job, Steve,” one of the girls said and started to applaud. All the other girls joined in.

I began to think, jerking off to the girls isn’t so bad after all and then they dropped the bombshell. Emily said, “I think you owe my cousin a couple of blow jobs.”

[Greg]

Our first session with the girls went well. Steve was quite nervous at first, but once he danced the jitters out of his system and got naked for the girls, he seemed to feel better.

He was perfectly OK with the girls decision to make me go first. I was like he had to be shown what to do. I knew perfectly well, the boy knew how to jerk off, but he never did it with a deliberate audience and certainly not six girls watching him.

At least the girls were in another city and viewing only by video. He didn’t have to “feel” their presence like I and the other boys did at the Ridge. At worst, he saw faces huddled around a monitor.

I was glad when the girls made him act as cameraman. I always wondered what I looked like when I did it and looking in a mirror was OK, but I could never pay attention when it really mattered. I enjoyed watching the videos the girls let me have after it was over.

It was good having him masturbate with me again. I missed him last week. Yes, I had the girls, but it’s better with all of us together.

There is talk about going to the Ridge next year. Of course, that would be up to our parents, but I’m encouraging the idea. I don’t know what the other boys think. I think I have an ally in Ike, but his brother will probably resist. Poor Michael will wind up with Emily wherever she is.

The session went well, and at the end I was rewarded. I delivered Steve as promised and the girls made him give me a blow job as payment.

He was good, but my cousins were better and then I remembered that all of us had more experience. I’ll teach him how to do it properly. I’m sure the girls won’t mind.

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