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I pedaled my bike hard up the hill, racing against my best friend, Jason, pushing my body as it soaked itself in sweat. It was August and I had just started 8^th grade. The top of the hill was just a few yards away and then it was a downhill sprint, a sharp right turn on to our dead end road, and then a dash to the cul-de-sac where we both lived. We had spent an hour or so after school hanging out at the baseball field, tossing a ball and just enjoying being the big guys on campus. This was our year to rule the roost so to speak. We were finally 8^th graders; The kings of the castle.

I had the slightest of leads over Jason, but he was gaining. I doubled my efforts, my feet slamming the pedals as fast as I could. We were neck and neck as we reached the peak. A cool wind blew, sending a shiver down my spine as my front wheel aimed down the steep hill at the same time as Jason’s. We’d been best friends since we were basically babies. We’d grown up next door to each other and our parent’s got along well. Jason had a pool in his back yard, so we’d spend every summer laying around, splashing, floating, and just goofing off. Our skin was gloriously tan from spending the summer in pretty much nothing but our bathing suits.

My feet were blurs as I picked up speed. I looked over and Jason was slightly ahead. I couldn’t let him win. We made everything a competition. Whether it was eating watermelon, cannon balling into the pool, or video games. If we were doing it, we were going to make it into a competition. It was completely friendly and we both enjoyed ragging on the other when they lost. I leaned forward, the wind rustled my freshly permed hair that my mom finally let me get this summer. I had the sides shaved and the bouncy curls flew in the breeze as I zoomed down that hill and watched as our street, right at the bottom of the hill quickly approached. Whoever took the turn the fastest was sure to win. I glanced over at Jason and he showed no signs of slowing or braking. It was now a test of balls, who would brake first. The turn was less than 100 feet and coming up fast. 90 feet, 80 feet, 70 feet, 50, 40, 30, 20, 10, Jason squeezed his hand brake hard, squealing his tires and moving into a drift. 5, 4, 3, 2... I pulled the handle and my rear tire shot out from under me as I leaned into the turn. I shot around the corner, flying past Jason and then my feet spun around the gears, pushing my bike well into the lead. I could see our houses. I looked back and Jason was fighting to catch up, but it was useless. I flew into the circle and threw my hands up in celebration as I glided into my drive way.

“Better luck next time,” I hollered at Jason.

“You’re lucky you didn’t fall, Carson!” He yelled back.

I rolled my eyes. I had a ton of homework to get done, and I was horny. I was a 13 year old boy, so what else would you expect me to be. I’d started puberty around 11 years old and jerked off for the first time about a month before my 12^th birthday. Since then, I’ve jerked it at least once a day, if not more. At first, I had just played with myself, but I soon discovered porn. That was ok, but my real epiphany was discovering chat roulette. It was a webcam site where you were partnered with a random person. There were always woman playing with themselves on there and showing off their hot bodies. I’d been using that as my afternoon past time for the last 3 months. It usually only took me a few minutes to find a suitable chat girl, show off my body and get my rocks off. It was anonymous and hot. The fact that a real woman was looking at my body made me horny as hell.

I opened the two car garage and pulled my bike in. My parent’s cars weren’t there, but all of my brothers’ bikes were. I had 3 brothers, Michael, Josiah and Blake. Michael was 11 and he just started 6^th grade at the middle school with me. He’d rode his bike home right after the bell while Jason and I hung out. Josiah was 8 and Blake was 7. They were a year apart, but most people mistook them for twins. Josiah and been born premature and was pretty small for his age. They went to the elementary school that was just around the corner from the house and rode their bikes home right after school. I hung my bike on the rack and then grabbed a coke from the fridge. I popped the cap as I stepped through the door into the kitchen. The cool AC hit me and cooled my sweaty body. It was August, and the temperatures were insane. I kicked off my shoes and placed them on the shoe rack. I walked into the living room where my brothers had all plopped themselves on the couch. Michael was engrossed in his phone that my parent’s got for him this summer while Josiah and Blake played a game together on the switch.

“Everything good?” I asked, doing the good big brother thing that my parent’s expected of me.

Their eyes never left their screen as they all did a lazy nod and affirmative mumble.

“Good to hear, I’ll be upstairs if you need me, but don’t need me, ok?” I jested as I bounded up the stairs two steps at a time.

My heart raced as I approached my door. My cock was already primed, half-hard in my boxers, as I shut the door behind me and triple checked that it was locked. I shut my blinds, sat down at my desk, and pulled open my laptop. I pulled off my shirt revealing my developing teen body. I was pretty proud of the way my body was growing. As soon as I turned 13, I started going to the gym regularly with my dad. This, on top of playing sports since I was in preschool, had made me fit. I had defined pecs and an 8-pack. My arms were starting to grow some muscles and my legs were getting thicker, though they were still teen boy thin. I opened up chrome in an incognito window and quickly typed in the address. The site loaded and I entered my preferences: girl, sex, young, teen. Then, I clicked start. I fondled my hardening cock as I clicked next through some less than desired partners. Some old fat perverts were get on here and jerk off to show their disgusting, fat, hairy bodies with tiny cocks barely visible under their giant guts.

Finally, a young woman appeared on the screen. She was wearing a matching set of pink lingerie that left little to the imagination. She had huge tits and stomach with just the right mixture of softness and firmness. Her arms and legs were thin and completely hairless. Her long blond hair hung over her left shoulder down almost all the way to her breasts. She was sitting on a bed with a white comforter. She looked like she was talking, but there was no sound.

I typed in, “Does your mic work?”

She grabbed her breasts, lifted them and shook. My cock jumped. She reached down and appeared to be typing, “No, I can only type.”

“You’re hot,” I sent back.

She ran her hand down her body and pulled the front of her panties down revealing more of her pubis, showing that it was completely hairless. While one hand pulled them down, her other slid in and I could tell she was touching herself. She threw her head back and silently moaned. I watched, my eyes glued to the screen as I slipped my hand inside my loose joggers and started groping my hard teen cock. I wasn’t hung like a horse, but I wasn’t small either. Judging from what I’d seen in the after gym showers in the middle school locker room, I was completely average: in length, in girth, and hair. There were kids my same age who had big, fat, long cocks with big shaggy bushes that even extended to their belly buttons in a thin trail and there were kids that still had bare little boy cocks whose balls still hung up close. I was somewhere in the middle. My balls had mostly dropped, I had a small bush, and I wasn’t ashamed of my size.

She pulled her hands out of her panties and looked like she was typing again. “You’re hot too, want to see more?” appeared on the screen.

I quickly typed, my hands jittery with hormonal excitement, “Yes, I want to see more, take off your bra.”

Her hand slipped behind her back and with a little effort and a flick of her wrist her bra slumped under the weight of her heavy tits. She shrugged her shoulders and the straps slipped down as her chest was slowly bared. She had pert nipples that were about the size of a silver dollar and a dark reddish brown on her pale white skin. She tossed the undergarment aside and began tweaking her right nipple. Her mouth hung open and her eyes squinted as her fingers dug into the sensitive flesh.

My hand was now slowly jacking my cock inside my pants. I was being careful not to cum. This was by far the hottest chick I had found on here and I wanted this experience to last.

She leaned forward and typed, “Let me see your cock, hot boy.”

I lifted my ass, hooked my fingers into my boxers and joggers and slid them down to my knees. My cock sprung free. A small drop of precum glistened on the head. My balls were hung low below, though they were mostly hidden by my joggers. My hand continued to slowly jerk myself, and I forced my eyes to remain on the screen, watching the whore on the other side.

She sat there, huge tits on display, watching me jerk my young teen cock. A message popped up, though I didn’t recall seeing her type, “Do you want to see my pussy?”

My right hand was clamped to my horny cock and I pecked out a response with my left, “Yes.”

She climbed on to her knees and was teasing her lacy panties, keeping that secret treasure hidden. She bit her lower lip. Another message popped up. I was so lost in my arousal, that it didn’t even occur to me that she was no where near the keyboard, “Take your pants all the way off, I want to see all of you.”

I pulled my joggers and boxers down around my ankles and then kicked them off to the side, leaving me in just a pair of white low cut socks.

The woman continued to lower the panties until I got a look at her tight slit. She pulled them down her legs and was left just as nude as I was. She tweaked her nipple with one hand and flicked her clit with the other. I leaned back in my rolling chair and with one hand jerked my aching cock, grabbing and massaging my ball with the other. My legs were spread wide showing off my entire area. Her fingers worked and spread her pussy lips giving me a look at the swollen red insides, lines of juices stretched between. She was wet and I wanted to be inside her.

“Put your legs up and put a finger in your ass.” A message popped up.

My horny mind didn’t even question where that came from. I slouched down in my chair, pulled my legs up to my chest, my white sock clad feet up in the air, and while I continued to jerk myself, I licked my finger and then slid my hand down past my balls, across my taint and found my exposed boy pucker. I had a moment of clarity. What was I doing. I wasn’t gay. I didn’t want anything in my ass. My finger rested against that forbidden entrance. I looked at the screen and noticed another message.

“Put it in and talk dirty, I’m getting close.”

My small head took over. I pressed my finger against the tightness. I winced, took a deep breath, and then pushed again. It broke through. It felt weird to have something in there, but it wasn’t bad. I started to work my finger in and out, just the first knuckle at first.

“That’s right baby, I’ve got my finger in my ass for you,” I found myself saying.

I had talked dirty on these chats before, but I wasn’t the best at it.

“Keep going, you’re making me so hot,” Popped up.

My finger kept sliding in and out. I slowly worked more in. I was down to the second knuckle. My cock was on fire, tingly with desire. I didn’t know how much longer I could last.

“I’m fucking my ass for my little whore,” I gasped as pushed my finger all the way in.

Something inside me awoke. My finger had grazed against something forbidden. My cock lurched with excitement. My hand gripped it tightly. I pulled my finger out and then back in. I threw my head back and groaned. What was that? I couldn’t describe it. I flicked at it with the finger buried in my ass. My eyes rolled back.

“I’m such a dirty boy for you,” I gasped as I discovered my g-spot.

The woman was now full on fingering herself while twiddling her clit. Her face was an exaggerated porn face, but my young mind didn’t care. My finger flew in and out of my ass and my hand became lightening on my cock. My balls pulled up tightly, the pressure built and then I shot cum all over my chest and abs. The camera caught everything. My finger wedged in my ass. My cock shooting loads of teen spunk all over my fit body. My face contorted in pleasure.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, basking in the after cum glow; One hand rested on my cock the other with a finger still resting inside my ass.

“Well done boy,” a dark raspy voice said through my speaker.

My eyes shot open. My finger yanked itself from my rear. The screen flicked black and then was replaced with a video of me. I watched in abject horror as I jerked my cock and fingered my ass. I heard my voice talking dirty. I saw my cum shoot from my dick and land on my body.

“Like what you see, boy?” the voice asked.

I felt like I was going to be sick. I reached for the mouse. I had to shut this off. I had to get rid of this.

“Don’t even think about leaving just yet, boy. Boy who lives at 487 Chesterfield Circle. Boy who goes to Riverden Middle School. Boy who belongs to me,” The voice hissed.

My stomach turned and I dry heaved. The drying cum dripped down my still nude body. How could this person know where I live? How could they know what school I went to? Did it really matter how they knew? I knew I was screwed.

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

“You just have to do what I say and everything that happened here will remain between us. Disobey me and everyone at your school, everyone in your town, everyone you know will see you finger your ass and cum. They’ll see you as the fag that you are,” the dark voice replied.

“I’m not gay,” I said, “I have some money, I can pay you. Please, don’t show that video to anyone.”

“I don’t want your money. I want you. You will be receiving a box tomorrow. It’ll arrive right when you get out of school. You better get to it before anyone else does, or your secret will be revealed,” the voice said before disconnecting.

How could I be so stupid. I grabbed some tissues from my desk and wiped away my drying cum. What more could this person want me to do? I already put a finger in my ass, it couldn’t get much worse than that, I thought to myself as I got dressed and pulled out my homework; Algebra 1, ugh.