Condom Redemption 8

By NAMB

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Copyright 2021 by NAMB all rights reserved

Packet 11

I got several weeks’ reprieve before I was able to reclaim the penultimate condom from my sister. She was so quiet during this period I was almost led to believe that she was giving up.

In fact, I hardly saw her at all. She spent almost all her time over at Donna’s and even when the two were here, they spent all of their time in Cissy’s room. The two girls seemed excited about something and whispered and giggled like conspirators working on a secret plot.

That plot was eventually revealed to me.

Cissy and Donna came up to me after I finished mowing the lawn.

“Do you want to earn another condom?” Cissy asked.

I didn’t even beat around the bush, “What do I have to do?”

“Donna has a cousin, Bobby. He’s gay …”

That was all that I had do hear, “Oh no, I’m not doing anything gay.”

“I … I thought you had no problem with gay people?”

“I don’t care what two guys do with one another as long as neither one of the guys is me.”

“But you’re so close to the end.”

“I don’t care. Tell mom. I’ll tell too. We’ll both get in trouble, but it will be worth it. I’m not sucking any guy’s dick and there is no way I’ll allow anyone to fuck me up the ass.”

“Come on,” Cissy insisted, “It’s just Donna’s cousin. I’ve met him. He’s OK. He’s certainly not going to tell.

Donna was visiting her aunt and she caught him playing with another boy. She used the discovery to blackmail them. She made them show her what they were doing and she told me everything. She even showed me some pictures.

Don’t worry. I’m not going to take any pictures and I won’t allow Donna to take any either. We have pictures of her cousin and his boyfriend.

But I am very interested. I want to see this in live action for myself like she did. I think it would be fun to watch two boys playing with each other.”

I asked my sister, “Girls like that?”

“Why not? Don’t boys like watching porn with two girls making out?”

“But that’s different,” I protested.

“No, it isn’t,” she replied.

“Look, I don’t mind getting naked in front of a bunch of girls and being made to do stuff.

OK, I do mind … but I can at least put up with it. This is crossing a line. I don’t think I can do it.”

“Let’s talk about this. I know that you probably won’t mind getting naked in front of him. You’ve already done that for a lot of girls.

What about touching him or him touching you?”

“It would feel kind of weird.”

“But could you do it?”

“I think so.”

“What about if Donna and I ask you to jerk each other off?”

I hesitated. So she pushed on. “If you’re not willing to do at least that then I’ll figure out how do make you do something even more demeaning to get the next condom. Perhaps even something with girls in your class and this time, I *will* allow pictures to be taken.

“Oh, OK. I think I could do that.”

“What about if we make you kiss each other?”

“Ewe, gross.”

“Oh come on. That’s not asking too much. It will only be for a couple of minutes. Surely you can put up with it for at least that long.”

Then she added with a batting of her eyes, “Please?”

“That’s it! No more!”

“OK deal,” she agreed. I am glad she did not insist on oral or anal sex.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek, “You’re a great brother. Thanks. I’ll set it up.

Donna has made arrangements for him to stay over next weekend.”

I reported on time to Donna’s house. This was getting to be routine. Only this time, there would be another boy there.

Donna answered the door and led me down to the playroom downstairs. When I got there I found Bobby. He was already naked, hard and dripping. I could see spank marks on his ass cheeks. I guess the girls started having their fun without me.

“Hi Richie,” Cissy chirped. “Get undressed.” She said this as casually as if she had ordered me to take my coat off and I obeyed just as easily.

As I was shedding my clothes Donna made the introductions. “This is my cousin, Bobby. He’s 16 years’ old like you. As you can see, he’s not circumcised like you are. Cissy and I measured him. He’s just about as big as you when he’s erect.

Speaking of which, you are not erect. Cissy and I know what to do about that.

Since you boys will be getting intimate with each other, we decided that you should start off by kissing each other. Cissy and I will demonstrate. You boys just stand there and watch.”

Kissing Bobby would be the most difficult thing on my list to do. There was no easing into this. However, if I could get that over with, the rest of the contract would go easier.

The two girls sat on the couch and embraced each other. Pushing each other’s hair aside they drew their faces together and their lips touched. This was no a big deal. I’ve seen women kiss like this all the time.

Then they parted their lips and a could catch glimpses of their tongues dueling between them. Certainly, they didn’t expect Bobby and me to kiss like that!

Cissy turned her head sideways to get a better seal on the other girl’s mouth. I could see her cheeks working. She withdrew and kept her tongue out. Donna sucked on it, fucking it with her lips. Then she withdrew and stuck her tongue out.

Both girls had their tongues exposed and took turns licking one another.

They moved back in to form another perfect seal and this time it was Donna’s cheeks that were working.

They repeated these manipulations varying speed, duration and the order in which they did them.

Suddenly, Cissy broke away and nibbled at Donna’s ear. Cissy gently grasped at her ear lobes with her teeth, simulated them for a moment and drew it in to suck on it. Donna sighed and went limp. Cissy then moved back holding the ear lobe with her teeth and allowed it to scrape its way to freedom.

But not for long. My sister stuck out her tongue and made stylus of it which she used to trace the contours of Donna’s ear inward until she had penetrated it as far as she could go. She reversed course and then resumed kissing her friend.

Then it was Donna’s turn. Her target was Cissy’s neck which she attacked first by placing kisses along it, then by licking it and finally by taking it in her mouth and sucking on it. As she moved from place to place on Donna’s neck, she left little red marks in her wake.

The two girls then went back to kissing and Donna did Cissy’s ear and Cissy did Donna’s neck.

Both girls were completely clothed, yet watching them kiss was erotic. Where did they learn to kiss like that? My penis was rigid and had a small river of pre-cum dripping from the tip by the time they were finished.

“Now it’s you boys’ turn.” Cissy announced. “Kneel down on that rug, face each other and start kissing.”

The girls urged us closer and closer to each other until our bodies were touching. Kneeling as we were, there was no easy way to back out. Our penises overlapped and touched our stomachs.

We knelt there for a moment, not moving.

“Start kissing,” Donna said.

Now that it was down to it, I couldn’t do it. Bobby came to my rescue.”

“It’s OK,” he whispered to me.

He moved his head forward and our lips met. He seemed to be more familiar with the practice than I was.

He was being gentle with me. He let our lips rest for a moment, before moving on. Both of us knew that the girls wanted more.

I could feel his tongue against my lips and he traced the outline with it. I decided to mimic his actions. It was like a dance except he was the boy and led and I was the girl and followed.

We traced each other’s lips for a couple of rounds and then I felt his tongue pressing against my lips. I let him in.

It was an odd sensation. I had part of another person’s body inside mine. I did not know what to do except follow his action and when he withdrew I penetrated his mouth with my tongue.

He swirled his tongue around mine and sucked on it. Oh, so that’s what I was supposed to do. As I welcomed him back into my mouth, I reciprocated.

He sucked as he withdrew and I took that as a signal that he wanted my tongue to come out and play. Instead of letting me in, our tongues met in the no-man’s-land between us.

He flicked his tongue to tickle mine and I his. This seemed to have amused the girls who were giggling at our display.

My initial disgust had turned into intrigue. This was not so bad after all, and how much more could I learn about kissing and could I use it with Mary Ellen?

Bobby got more aggressive with his licking and sucking. The kissing exhibition had graduated to a kissing competition with each boy attempting to out-kiss the other. It never got ugly, but it sure got sloppy. Both of us were drooling saliva down our chins and onto our necks.

I’m not sure how long the girls kept us at it. By the end, I was tired but my penis was hard and true. It was still leaking much to the delight of the girls who pointed and giggled.

I wondered if they got as hot watching us as we did watching them. With boys, there is no hiding it. If he’s excited, he has a semaphore that sticks out and signals the whole world. With girls, it’s hard to tell, particularly if she is wearing dark jeans shorts. She’d have to fall into a puddle to have a leak show on them.

To continue putting us “in the mood,” Donna showed us a video of Bobby giving his boyfriend a blow job. I was expecting a “deep throating” exhibition, yet what I saw was entirely different. Bobby never took his partner’s penis’ head, shaft and all into his mouth.

In fact, he never even had the full head in his mouth at any time. Instead he spent most of his time licking the frenulum with his tongue. He even pressed his lips against it, those very lips I just kissed, and sucked on it.

After stimulating a drop of precum from his friend’s penis, he would move his top lip over the tip to bring it into his mouth while still licking with his tongue underneath. I could just imagine what that would feel like.

I was easy to see how excited he was getting his partner by the increasing and more frequent flow of his precum.

I was beginning to regret NOT signing up for oral sex. I would have loved to have felt a tongue and lips on my penis wielded like that. I would have preferred that the tongue belonged to a girl, but I would not have minded a boy. However, I was not sure that I could screw up the courage to reciprocate.

The video climaxed with his partner’s climax which wound up on Bobby’s face. I could endure that even though I was sure I wouldn’t like it.

One thing I did notice, I was a much better cummer than Bobby’s boyfriend.

-=o=-

The girls did have mutual masturbation in mind, but not in the same format as I had in my mind. I was expecting that I would jerk him off and he would jerk me off. That is what happened, just not in the manner expected.

Instead the girls had us sit on the floor facing each other. They had us “scooch” up to each other until Bobby’s legs were overlapping mine, almost like he was sitting in my lap facing me.

Then they did something odd. They made a “daisy chain” out of some elastic hair loops, the kind used by girls to hold a ponytail in place so that it was a three-loop set. They slipped the outer loops around our testicles. Then they took a single hair loop and placed it over both our penises and rolled it to the base so we were joined shaft-to-shaft.

A third hair loop was added further up the shaft halfway to the head.

We were now bound, balls and shafts to each other with the heads of our penises lined up and touching frenulum to frenulum.

“Bobby, “Donna stated, “you know what to do.”

He seemed to know exactly what he was doing and I wondered how many times in the past he had done this with his boyfriend and how they learned how to do it.

It felt funny having another boy touching my penis like that. However, I already had a whole sleepover worth of girls handle it, so I adapted quickly.

It felt very nice from the beginning. Bobby had a good touch. But once we both leaked enough pre-cum and we became lubricated, it felt even better.

Instead of pulling his hand over the heads of our penises like I expected for this mutual jerkoff, he manipulated the shafts. He added a slight twisting motion that caused the heads of our cocks to rub together frenulum-to-frenulum.

Our penises were not only being masturbated, but they were the mechanism of our mutual masturbation. He was using my penis to stimulate his penis and in the process stimulated my penis as well.

I was totally absorbed in what Bobby was doing with our penises. It was like being a witness at a train wreck: a horrifying experience that I could not refrain from watching.

I could not take my eyes off the spectacle. It was also so wrong, for me at least. So why did I think it was so erotic? Could a boy do this kind of thing with another boy and it not be gay? I could rationalize it with the knowledge that it was because of the girls that I was doing this. I was beginning to think that I would be willing to do anything to please them.

I was so fascinated by the experience that I almost forgot we had a female audience. Every now and then, one of the girls would stick her head in to get a better look. That broke the spell. When that happened, I was keenly aware that we were doing this for the enjoyment of the girls.

Bobby was good. He was exciting me in ways that my hand could never do. The firm but soft feel of his penis against mine made it impossible to resist him. He was in control and driving me towards orgasm.

Yet he was the first to cum. I felt his penis pulse and twitch against mine. I watched the arc of his cum sprout from his penis. It came splashing down on the heads of both our penises. It was hot both literally and figuratively.

The sight and warmth of it did it for me. I could not hold back. I came and I came hard.

The sight of two cum-covered cocks should have excited the girls. Judging by the squealing and giggling, it did. I took some satisfaction in that we were probably making them wet their panties.

The girls lobbied to have us lick the cum off each other’s dick.

I gave it a second thought. As long as I did not have to deep-throat him, I thought I could do it like he did to his boyfriend. The erotic cum I just experienced with him bonded us in a way. My resistance was worn down and the submission that I always felt towards the girls after a cum subdued my inhibitions.

I simply nodded and even said, “I’ll go first.”

This may have been the hardest condom I earned.

Cissy and Donna went on to have other adventures with Bobby and his boyfriend. I never asked but they did tell.