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============================================================= Title: Tommy
the Geek
(c)Copyright 2014 Jordan Bradders.  The author reserves all rights. 
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   Tommy was a geek.  No question about it.  Even other geeks regarded him
as socially awkward.  But he was smart; very smart.  Given access to what
most people would consider "scrap," he'd built a robot that won the
city-wide robotics competition, and he wasn't even a member of the robotics
club.  He reported that he'd "been bored one weekend," so decided to "build
something." His robot had even been guided by a rudimentary form of
artificial intelligence, and had learned from the other robots.  Only
fifteen, several top universities were actively recruiting him; one had
offered immediate early admission, waiving the high school graduation
requirement.  He spent most of his free time in his bedroom, splitting his
attention between "tinkering and inventing," surfing increasingly nasty
internet porn, and masturbating.
   Most boys his age might have been annoyed at the news that their sister
was planning a sleep-over for her fourteenth birthday party.  Tommy was
overjoyed and started planning immediately.  Going through his spare parts
cache, he assembled five miniature video cameras and a router.  While his
mother and sister were shopping, he climbed into the attic and installed
three of those cameras in the ceiling of his sister's bedroom and two more
over the bathroom.  Then he connected these so that all five signals would
be broadcast to a remote server using the household's Wifi connection. 
There was no direct connection between the cameras and his computer.  He
accessed that server only once prior to the party, to ensure that each of
the cameras was aimed for maximum coverage, that none gave tell-tale signs
of their existence, and that the server had recorded each of the five
feeds.
   Though he realized it would be obvious to anyone that he was the guilty
party, he also knew that it would be impossible to prove it.  He'd worn
gloves during the assembly and installation and had even wiped all of the
components down in case he'd inadvertently left fingerprints or DNA.  `You
never know,' he'd said to himself at the time.
   As the party approached, he listened carefully to the discussions
between his sister and her best friend and made several oblique suggestions
of particularly pretty girls his sister seemed to have forgotten.  Of
course, he couched these suggestions as snarky remarks, saying things like
"Oh my god!  Tell me you didn't invite Nicole Peters." Nicole was a
particularly pretty girl, with enormous breasts and long, shapely legs,
topped by a perfect ass.  Every boy noticed her, even the gay boys.
   His sister, Corinne, was relieved when his mother asked him to spend the
weekend of the party at his best friend's house.  Apparently, she'd already
talked with Jake's mother, and it was all arranged.  Though less talented
than Tommy, Jake was also a geek.  Tommy hadn't quite decided whether he
was going to risk watching the feed from the party live, but he knew he
could from Jake's house.  More importantly, he knew that Jake would never
betray him.  He was at least as much of a "perv" as Tommy.
   He was still home when the girls started gathering right after dinner,
and even got to watch as a few of them pulled out their frilly nightgowns
and pajamas, some of which looked pretty skimpy.  Feigning disgust at the
show of femininity, he departed for his friend's house shortly after
dinner, laptop in one hand, overnight bag in the other.
   Tommy and Jake went directly to Jake's bedroom and stripped to their
briefs.  Neither was gay, but Jake had learned years before that his mother
and his sisters wouldn't walk in on him if they thought he might be in his
underwear; as a result, he spent much of his alone time almost naked.  The
plan had worked well for him -- he always had warning before the door
opened.
   They played on his Xbox One and PlayStation 4, each of which had been
tweaked in various ways, until after midnight.  Each of them was quite
accomplished at a variety of massively multiplayer (MMP) first-person
shooter games; their much older and more masculine looking avatars had many
online friends, none of whom would have guessed that they were skinny,
virginal tenth grade boys.  Of course, it was possible that all of those
friends were also geeky teens.  Such is the nature of the internet.
   Jake started to show annoyance at Tommy's distracted play, and finally
threw down his controllers and quit for the night.  "What the fuck's wrong
with you?  That's the third time you got me killed!"
   Tommy looked at him and considered whether to tell -- or show -- his
friend what he'd done.  He went to the door and listened for a moment,
ensuring himself that the house was dark and quiet.  Then he closed and
locked the door.  Pulling out his laptop, he said "I'll show you."
   He installed an extra browser -- he didn't want to risk using his
regular browser -- and put it in stealth mode for anonymous web surfing. 
Then he accessed the server and pulled up all five video feeds, arranged as
tiles on the screen.  No one was in the bathroom, so he minimized those,
leaving them with three slightly larger images of his sister's bedroom. 
Sprawled about the room in their nighties were six girls, ranging from
stunningly beautiful to just plain.
   Jake turned to his friend in disgust.  "You got me killed because you
were thinking about porn?  What the fuck, dude!"
   Tommy gestured toward the screen as he maximized one of the feeds. 
"Take another look.  Recognize anybody?"
   The other boy leaned closer and looked.  "What the fuck?  Is that
Nicole, from third period?  She made a porno?"
   Tommy pointed at the other girl in the frame.  "What about her?" Jake
looked again.  "Fuck, man.  Is that your sister?  I never knew she was that
hot." He turned and looked at his friend.  "Nicole and your sister did a
porno?"
   "No, dumbass.  Corinne's having a sleep over for her birthday.  I put
cameras in her room." He maximized the other two video feeds.  "I always
wondered what girls did at sleep-overs, and Corinne has some hot friends,
so..." He let his voice drop as the girls gathered in a circle on his
sister's queen sized bed.  They all sat cross-legged, exposing their creamy
inner thighs.  Tommy kicked himself for not installing at least one camera
with optical zoom, but then reminded himself of why he hadn't.  Such a
feature would have made noise, possibly revealing the cameras to the girls.
He could always use video editing software to add close-ups later.
   He also kicked himself for not installing a microphone.  He was very
curious to know what they were talking about.  Soon, though, it became
obvious, as one girl, clearly blushing, stood up and started doing "jumping
jacks," her breasts bouncing up and down with each jump.  Jake spoke first.
"They're playing `Truth or Dare'," he said as the slightly out-of-breath
girl sat down.  A few minutes later, another of the girls pulled her
nightie over her head, leaving herself dressed only in her panties.  She
appeared to count to ten, then put her nightie back on.  So it continued,
with more girls choosing "Dare" over "Truth." Another girl took off her
top, but this one left it off.  Soon, there were two topless girls.
   Both boys had boners, and Tommy regretted having done this in front of
Jake.  He desperately wanted to jack off, but was unwilling to do so in
front of another boy.  Then he noticed that Jake's hand had moved to the
front of his briefs.  He said nothing, waiting to see what his friend would
do.
   When a third girl -- this time, Miranda -- took off her top and started
stroking her little brown nipples, Jake could take it no longer.  He pulled
out his dick and started stroking.  Tommy did the same.  The two friends
watched avidly as Miranda pleasured herself.  Tommy could have sworn he saw
a tiny patch of moisture form on her panties, but couldn't be sure because
one of the other girls moved between her and the camera.  One of the other
girls started to stroke her own nipples, and then a third.  Finally,
Tommy's sister, Corinne, pulled off her top and started rubbing herself. 
Moaning, Tommy shot off in his hand.  Jake soon followed.
   The boys looked at one another, embarrassed.  Finally, Jake broke the
silence.  "Dude!  Please tell me you're recording this." He wiped his hand
on his briefs then turned back to the screen.
   Tommy nodded, and the two boys continued to watch.  Two of the girls
started to make out.  Soon, they were joined by another pair, who lay down,
really getting into it.  Finally, all six girls were making out,
occasionally switching off.  None of the girls, to the best of Tommy's
knowledge, was a lesbian; he was definitely learning something about girls
he never would have guessed.  "Dude!  They're doin' this just for fun.  Six
boys'd never do this, even if they were all queer."
   Eventually, one of the girls got up and turned off the light.  All six
girls were in the same bed, and the boys would have liked to have continued
to watch, but they couldn't see anything in the dark.  `Next time,' Tommy
thought, `mics and infrared.' Jake looked at Tommy.  "That was hot, dude."
He blushed, obviously embarrassed by his very visible hard-on.  "Look, man.
I'm not queer.  Ya know?  But...  I'm really horny.  You wanna jack off
again?" He paused, and when Tommy said nothing, added "We don't have to do
it together.  One of us could go in the bathroom, if you want."
   Tommy thought about it.  Truth-be-told, he was curious about his
friend's "package," and didn't think it would do any harm.  `In fact,' he
thought, `it'll make it even less likely that Jake'll tell anybody about
the video."
   He slid down his briefs, gripped his cock and started stroking.  He
watched as his friend did the same, then leaned back and closed his eyes.
He'd seem his friend's cock and his curiosity was satisfied.  Jake's was
about six inches long -- about average -- and about an inch shorter and
with slightly less girth than his own.  `If,' he thought, 'Jake wants to
watch me, I don't mind.' He was going to concentrate on his own pleasure.
   Tommy tried to focus on Miranda, but his mind kept circling back to his
sister.  He'd never really thought much about Corinne, but his friend was
right -- she was hot -- and he found himself more and more turned on by the
image of her breasts, her fingers moving over her nipples, her tongue
slipping out to lick her lips.  He came in his hand, then pulled up his
briefs and walked out to the bathroom.  His friend was sprawled out on the
bed, his cock in his hand, a huge smile on his face, apparently oblivious
to the world.  Tommy couldn't help but wonder about which of the girls Jake
had been fantasizing; he hoped it wasn't his sister.
   As he cleaned himself up, his mind wandered through a series of
fantasies.  He pictured the six girls, all naked, in a circle around
himself.  He imagined his sister sucking his cock.  He imagined Miranda
taking his cock between her legs and up her ass.  He envisioned each of the
girls begging him to take her first.  By the time he got back to Jake's
bedroom, his briefs were tented out again.
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