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<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01078642egerdp.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=428 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <B>Cam Me</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="cam_me"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Calligraph421 BT" >Winters were cold in Minnesota. Cold and lonely. Jack stirred the embers in the fireplace, got the sparks flying about, got some air into the coals, then added a few more well-seasoned logs. Flames began to consume the pine almost as soon as he set them into the grate.</FONT></div> <bR> <div> He cast a look over to his small computer center. "What the hell?" he muttered. The 'click' of the laptop opening blended in with the snap and pop of the fire beginning to pick up speed. It had gotten a little chilly in the cabin while he'd napped, but that would be set right soon. Shucking his clothes he sat down in the ridiculously expensive chair that had been his early Christmas present from Daniel. Jack smirked. Daniel was a damned enabler, there was no doubt about it. Of course it helped that most nights, Daniel was parked on the couch, watching Jack cam with anonymous guys from around the world, jerking off while he watched Jack diddle around with faceless men on the internet.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel had encouraged him to try it on his own, so he knew he wasn't doing anything that wasn't explicitly allowed in their relationship. Their rule was "you can cam but don't touch." Jack never wanted to reach out and touch any of them anyway - but sometimes it was fun. Tonight - it would be fun. Something to burn away the time while Jack waited for the damned storm to blow itself out so Daniel's flight could be rescheduled and they could enjoy some much deserved R&R together.</div> <bR> <div> Until then…</div> <bR> <div> Jack pulled the pump bottle of lube from the desk drawer and set it in front of the small space heater he had at his feet. No sense being silly about this - cold lube *sucked*. He shucked his clothes, tossed a big fleece blanket over the chair (leather + Minnesota winter = frozen asshole), got comfortable, turned the small desk light on beneath the typing table and went surfing. It was some time before his favorite adult chat site produced any promising leads. Almost mindlessly he closed all the immediate invitations into private cam rooms and instead watched as, on the main board, one man (he assumed) talked briefly with this person then that, never really saying much, not giving into the raunch and the campiness so heavily prevalent on these types of sites. The screen name itself was enough to make Jack smile. <I>ChopperJockey. "</I>Pilot,"Jack said to himself, then got up to get himself another cup of coffee.</div> <bR> <div> He was only away a few minutes and grunted in frustration at the flurry of invitations that had lit up his screen. He cleared them away, then watched for awhile longer, relieved when people finally got the idea he wasn't going to just jump into the conversation. After about 30 minutes, and another five degrees increase in temperature in the cabin, Jack felt ready to try his luck. He double clicked on <I>ChopperJockey</I> and offered a tentative "hello."</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Hello yourself. I was wondering if you'd say something first.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says</I>: I figured we might have something in common.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Come here often?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Funny.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> I got a million of 'em. You stationed state side?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Yeah. You?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Not so much. I ship out in a couple days for redeployment to my next assignment.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Somewhere a little less dry and dusty perhaps?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Is there sand coming through your monitor? I'll try and watch that.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Would you like to take this somewhere a little more private?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Sure.</div> <bR> <div> Jack clicked to initiate a private room and flipped on the camera. He made sure everything was in frame and well lit before he accepted the invitation to let someone else view his webcam. One eyebrow raised slowly in approval as he surveyed the sight on his screen. Daniel would have liked this one…lanky, thin without being skinny, furred with dark hair without being pelty, abs you could do your laundry on…and hung like a horse.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Nice view.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Thanks. You too.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Too bad my S.O.'s not here - he would have enjoyed this.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Thought you were still in.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> I am. The word discrete is one of my favorites.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> So he's in, too.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Let's just say he works at the same base.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Gotcha.</div> <bR> <div> Jack reached down and began to stroke himself, smiling when he saw the other man's cock jerk in agreement.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> You get really good quality on that cam.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> State of the art.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> You see everything okay here?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Great view.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> How's home?</div> <bR> <div> Jack pulled a small face in sympathy for the man.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says</I>: Same shit, different day. Need to get us the hell out of there.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> No shit. I'm glad to go.</div> <bR> <div> There was a pause and then…</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> You like balls?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Oh yeah.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Rough or gentle?</div> <bR> <div> Jack grinned. "That's more like it - talk dirty to me."</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> More rough, but not stupid.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Yeah, me too. Been a long, long time since I had a good ball suck.</div> <bR> <div> Jack grunted and hitched his legs a little farther apart. Putting his fingers around the base of his balls, he pulled tight and tugged them away from his body slowly.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Receive?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Both.</div> <bR> <div> Jack watched the man as he grabbed and tugged his own balls with one hand and slapped them gently with the fingers of his other hand.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> hell yes</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Love to suck — can't trust anyone here</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> That's too bad</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Let's do this?</div> <bR> <div> ScreaminEagle says: Yeah</div> <bR> <div> Jack kept his eyes riveted to the screen, watching the other pilot pull and stroke and play. Watched as the head got shiny and wet and the skin on the thick shaft became tight and dark.</div> <bR> <div> Jack reached out to the keyboard with one hand and typed.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Watch close.</div> <bR> <div> He saw all movement almost stop as he pointed his dick straight at the camera and cupped his hand in the air about six inches below. Daniel had taught him to do this and he smiled a little wistfully. A furrow appeared on his brow as he concentrated on his internal muscles, felt one group tighten as another group relaxed and then a thick, clear stream of precome flowed from the deep slit of his cock.</div> <bR> <div> Nothing needed to be typed as Jack watched the other man's hand whip furiously up and down his shaft, hips pushing forward, straining, rushing for the finish line.</div> <bR> <div> Jack smeared himself with the liquid and powered himself on with brutal, harsh strokes. He grabbed a handful of lube so he could really get busy. He saw the stuttered thrusting of the man on the other side of the cam, timed it just right, and shot a thick, satisfying load of come down onto the towel on the floor in front of the chair as white stripes adorned the muscled torso displayed shamelessly on screen.</div> <bR> <div> Jack couldn't help but sit back and laugh, pulling at his cock leisurely now, easing himself through the after shocks.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Get home safe.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Will do. And thanks.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> You too. Got a first name, by the way?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> John. You?</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> Jack.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ChopperJockey says:</I> Been a pleasure, Jack. Maybe I'll see you around on the boards again.</div> <bR> <div> <I>ScreaminEagle says:</I> I'll try and have my better half with me so he can enjoy it too.</div> <bR> <div> Jack laughed at the thumbs up he received before the screen went dark and the cam session ended. He sat back to catch his breath when the door slammed open ushering in a icy blast of air and a snow-covered Daniel Jackson.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel took a look around, surveyed Jack's obvious post-orgasmic flush, the towel on the floor, the computer and threw his bags on the carpet. "I missed it?" he demanded angrily.</div> <bR> <div> "I thought you were still circling over Duluth!" Jack said, holding his hands out to his sides.</div> <bR> <div> "God, look at you," Daniel all but groaned. "I can smell you from here . . . you're . . . you're . . ." He ripped his coat off his shoulders and hung it up on the back of the door before stalking over to Jack and dropping to his knees between the open and inviting thighs. "Was he fun?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, yeah he was," Jack said, holding Daniel's cold face in his warm, sex-scented hands and kissing him deep and dirty.</div> <bR> <div> "Think maybe you'll be able to find him again?"</div> <bR> <div> "Nah," Jack said, pulling Daniel to his feet. "I doubt I'll ever hear his name again."</div> <bR> <div> "What was it?"</div> <bR> <div> "Hmmm?" Jack asked as he walked backward toward the bedroom.</div> <bR> <div> "The guy on the cam. What was his name?"</div> <bR> <div> "Chopper pilot named John."</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, likely story," Daniel snickered as he pinched Jack's nipples with his freezing cold hands, making Jack suck in a sharp breath.</div> <bR> <div> "What are the chances, right?" 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