Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2004 21:01:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Malcolm McCallum <meerschaum69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daniel and Malcolm - The Bet

This is for those over 18 (or age of consent in the
reader's jurisdiction) and, enjoy stories of male with
male sexuality.  So if you have stumbled over this...
somehow...  And, don't want to read same sex stuff or
are not legal to read this; well, you have been
warned.  While based on my experiences names have been
changed, things added; this should be considered
fiction..  This story has been submitted to the Nifty
Erotic Story Archive under their posting and copyright
guidelines.  All other rights are reserved.


The Bet - Chapter 1


When I was 10 and in the 5th grade I had a best
friend, Daniel.  We were both tall kids and I guess
you would say "early bloomers."  He was black haired
and quite nice looking.  I have brown hair and I can
see my Scottish ancestry when I look in the mirror.
We both were awkward and miserable at sports, he was
the one other guy who knew how much I hurt at the
taunts of the other kids because I knew how much it
hurt him.   One day after we had both been "stuck" on
opposite school softball teams and both totally
embracing ourselves, dropping fly balls hit in our
direction and being struck out,  we decided we would
practice with each other and try to get better.
Daniel even said, "I'm totally embarrassed every time
I have to play sports, it's like getting naked in
front of the whole school or something.  It wouldn't
be so bad in front of you, you're as bad as I am."
This led to him coming over to my house one afternoon,
baseball glove and ball in hand.

After about 30 minutes of batting practice, taking
turns pitching and trying to hit something we were
both board and exasperated.  We knew there were a ton
of things we both liked better than baseball, just we
had promised.  And, I knew that naked feeling he had
mentioned.  I thought that maybe we needed to make it
more interesting...

I asked if he would like to bet on our practice?  How
many balls we could hit, who hit the furthest ball,
who caught the most fly balls and, anything else we
can think of.  He said, "Yeah, sounds good but, we
don't have money.  What do you want to bet?"

"Well," I said, "this would have to be a running bet,
like all the time between us.  It would be something
very embarrassing for the loser, that way we would
want to win and make us try real hard. We would make
it so that each of us had some wins and losses and you
can't trade a win for a loss so we both would be
totally embarrassed in front of each other often...  -
What if the loser has to take down his pants, stand
with his feet apart, hands at his back and let the
winner feel out his dick and balls?  The winner would
get to do anything he wanted to the other guy, tickle
it or give him a schrunchy (squeezing the balls;
that's what the boys at my school called it when
wrestling around and grabbing in there), just not
anything that you could not stand having done to your
own dick; will always have a chance to get the other
guy back with the next win.

Daniel was looking wide eyed.  Before he could speak I
hurried on.  "Since it will be so embarrassing for the
first one of us to loose we'll have to `ante-up' once
each, like they do in poker, before we start for real.
 That way we know that we know the other guy will go
through with it when it's his turn to get his dick
naked.  We can go into the green house (we had a one
in our side yard), both take down our pants at the
same time and, feel out each other's.  Then since it
was my idea, I'll stand as I would if I had lost a bet
and you get to do whatever you want to mine.  I'll
just have to stand there and take it.  Then when you
have done, you have to stand there and let me do what
ever I want to you."

Daniel was looking so flabbergasted!  He just nodded
"yes" and, started for the greenhouse.  I was right
behind him.  We went in, faced each other and started
opening our belts.  We opened our flies and pushed our
jeans down.  Our hands went to our sides, looking each
other in the eye we slipped our jockey-shorts down.
We gazed at each other (both cut and both with not so
much as one hair down there; we did not know yet what
else it could look like).   We were both as hard as
could be.  It was the first time either of us had seen
another boy with an erection (only name we knew for
it).

"Wow" He said, "Your dick does it just like mine!"

"Yeah!," I said.  "I know we're are supposed to be
getting erections.  You're the first other one I've
seen."

"Same here," Daniel said.  Then asked  "Can I touch
it?"

"Sure, that's the idea," I replied,"  hands going to
each other's. "We get to feel each other first."

With that we started feeling up each other's dicks and
then balls.  We pushed our dicks together, marveling
that we were so even in size (both being quite large
for ten year olds; I have no idea of `inches,' a bit
below our belly buttons...).  It was a real neat
feeling to have my dick in full contact with his.

After a bit I said, "You go ahead and do me.  Whatever
you want."  I stood as wide apart as the jeans around
my ankles would let me and clasped my hands behind me.


Daniel gave a tentative exploration of my genitals.
Then holding my dick in one hand he started feeling
deeply into my ball sack.  He located and pulled
outward each of my testicles.  He then gave them a
good squeeze.  Then he started tickling my dick with
both hands.  In a moment I was laughing my head off.
Next, he started batting or slapping my dick between
his hands so it was bouncing back and forth as fast as
he could get it.   Then he took the head by two
fingers on top and thumb on the underside and started
rubbing, he knew where to put the thumb for maximum
sensation.  I was laughing again.  It was one of the
best feelings I had ever had, half toucher and half
bliss.   Finally he said, "Well, I guess it's your
turn."

We swapped positions.  I proceeded to do to him what
he had done to me.  Soon he was the one laughing.  I
stopped when I thought we had spent equal time being
played with. -  "Ok, we better get back to baseball,"
I said.

We pulled up our pants and returned to practice.  We
did things like throwing balls way up like fly balls
to each other and counting best number caught out of
15, pitching number of strikes out of 15 and, most
balls hit.   An hour later we both had three wins
each,  I think we both wanted to end that day even.
Back in the greenhouse, we got  ready to pay up.  We
both looked at each other.

"We're even, you went first last time and you won
catching (our worst thing) so I guess I have to pay-up
first," said Daniel.  With that he opened his belt and
dropped his pants and, underwear.  His dick was of
course at full erection.

I just looked at it a bit.  It was just hitting me, I
had my best friend's most private parts waiting for
whatever I wanted do.  I had always taken every
opportunity to look at it...   We had done peeing
games and stuff so we sure had seen each other before
today, wrestling, we had felt each other through our
pants before.  But, today it was given to me, him
naked down there and me dressed.   We had always been
even until now, both our dicks hanging out or not.
For that, the touching we had just done;  I knew I
would be in the same boat soon, etc.; it was nothing
next to the moment.  Daniel was naked (or at least
where it counted) and was all mine.   He must have
been thinking because he was turning red and then
looked away.   I schruncied him ( no harder than we
ever had wrestling) and said,   "Hey, you get to do it
to me in a second and this is supposed embarrassing!"

He looked back at me and gave an `I know' knob, and
braced his stance again.  I gave his dick tickles
until he was laughing again.  I was feeling sorry for
him and the beet red he had gone, "Ok, you have paid
for your first loss.  It's my turn to get it; pull
your pants on."

I waited until he was fully dressed again.  There was
something about that; without a word I opened my belt
and dropped everything.  I had not realized until
right then just how embracing it was to stand there
with someone looking at your groin when they are not
naked too...  I tried to remember that this made us
even for now, I had stared at his I knew...  However
it was me getting a red face and I knew it was all my
own fault.  Right then I pushed my hips forward.  It
was half defiance and half submission.    He bent down
and blew on my dick, it tickled. Then he righted
himself and made a show of looking at my dick,
periodically holding and schruncing my nuts.  "Nice
pickle you have there," he said several times, batting
my dick with one hand.  I had not looked away but, I
was real glad when he said, "Now you have paid for
your first loss too."  He had made me stand there way
longer than he had to on the first one and the dick
slapping bit hurt.

I pulled up my pants again.   Daniel made himself
ready.

"It's your pickle is hanging in the breeze now," I
said and started batting it around, side to side then
up and down.   I found it was neat to push his dick
down as far as it could go and then let it pop up.  I
followed this by probing his ball sack and getting
behind his balls.  Holding his nuts I looked him in
the face.  His expression was grim with a little fear.
 I'm sure he was getting set for the schruncy of his
life.  It was tempting, however I wanted us to do this
for a long time and I did not want Daniel in too much
pain.... and, me in turn...  I gave a little squeeze
and let one finger run up his shaft and around his
tip.  He gave a tremble at the light touch on his
dick.  That gave me an idea.

I moved to stand at his side, facing the same
direction, I put my right arm around his shoulder like
we had done a 100 times at school.  "I don't want this
to turn into trying to make each other cry," I told
him. "And, I think we could really damage each other
down there."  Relief was sweeping his face.

"Ok.  But, I would not have cried." Daniel said.
"And, I thought we could do whatever we wanted."

"Well that is the deal... I want to find out if your
dick does something else mine does...  I bet I can
make you `give'..." I said with a wink.

"Whatever you want to do to me...  But you won't make
me `give,' it's your turn next, whatever you do to me
I'm going to do to you!" Daniel said, looking defiant
and a bit red..

"I hope so," was my reply.   With that I spit into my
right hand, slicked up his dick and started stroking
him like I had done to myself tons of times.

"O' god!"  Erupted from Daniel.

The more I stroked him the more he seemed to like
it...  Daniel was giggling, squirming around, moaning,
"O god... O god...," with an ecstatic look on his
face.  I did it as fast as I could for about two
minutes.  An intense shudder ran through his body and
I felt his dick pulse in my hand  (nothing came out;
in a sex ed lesson in school we had learned that boys
would start making sperm around our age, just I had
not yet and Daniel obviously hadn't either).

I knew that when my dick got to that `point,' it
tickled way too much to keep going...  Daniel gasped,
"please stop."  And, doubled over.  To his credit he
did not move his feet or unclasp his hands.

"Not till you say `I give,'" I said.

"No!" came out of Daniel and he got up right and
thrust his pelvis forward.  A moment later, "Stop,
ough...," Came out and I saw a tear in the corner of
his eye.

I stopped for a moment.  "You have to say `I give,'" I
reminded him.  With that I licked my hand again,
pausing before resuming."

"No," again was his answer.

I gave his dick three more strokes.

" I give, I give!" He yelled.

I stopped right then and, moved in front of him.   He
was panting, his breathing slowly returning to normal,
slick dick still at full mast.  I smiled at him and he
smiled back.  I looked down at his dick once more, I
found the sight totally exciting and wanted to get my
dick out.

"That pays for number two," I said.

With no great rush Daniel pulled his underwear over
his dick, giving a little wince as he did.  His jeans
were similarly returned.  Zipping seemed to be a
problem...

I dropped mine and took the position.  My dick was
already feeling like it was going to explode and I
really wanted him to get started.

Daniel just stood looking at me, he rubbed the front
of his pants and arranged his dick.  Then he smiled at
me.  With one finger he started lightly running it up
and down my dick.  With a smirk he said, "O, what I'm
going to do to this!  You are going `give' too..."

He ran his finger over my ball sack.  In a minute his
other hand went under my sack and took my nuts in his
hand and said, "I guess giving you a full on schruncy
is out, you didn't make me take that."  He gave them a
firm squeeze anyway.  Keeping my balls in a tight grip
he used two fingers to slowly move up and down my
shaft alternating with light circles around the tip.
He kept this up for a long time.  I was giving a few
shudders.  This was tougher to have take this slow
treatment.  My dick was crying for something else.
But, this was his revenge and he was in no hurry.

Finally he stopped.  He let me stand there with my
dick throbbing.  "Malcolm, you do have one nice
pickle," Daniel said smirking.  He moved to my right
side and put his arm around my shoulder.  "I never
knew spit felt so good on your dick.  You play with
your dick all the time too?"

"Yeah, I do," I admitted.  "How often do you do it?" I
asked.

"All the time.  Like every morning when I wake up,
before I do homework and before I go to sleep," Daniel
answered. "You?"

"About like that.  First thing in the morning I have
to rub it in the sheet...  Why didn't you tell me?" I
asked.

"You know," he answered, giving my dick a tug.  "I
almost asked you that day we learned about erections,
sperm and stuff.  I just did not know how to bring it
up. - You didn't tell me..."

He made the sound of `hocking a lugi,' spit several
times into his right hand until it was dripping and
proceeded to slick up my dick.  As he slowly started
he said, "You know you are going to have to `give' and
I dare you to take it as long as you can.  No fair
calling `I give' as soon as you want me to stop."

"You know I hate `giving' as much as you do." I
responded.  I locked my hips forward, I was not going
to double over, in playing with my self I had tried to
see what happened after `that point,' which had given
me the idea to try it on Daniel in the first place...
 And, to take at least as much as he did...  Looking
into his eyes I saw my best friend in a new light.


We were sharing ourselves deeper than we had and I was
loving it.  He started stroking as fast as he could.
I started laughing my head off again.  I wanted to
make it last, my best friend holding me tight and
making my dick feel so good... but my dick was already
so close it was hard not to get there in the first
minute.  I hung in for an other little bit, then it
hit.  My dick pulsed, my body going ridged for that
moment.  Then it was all I could do to stand.  "Fuck,
stop!" Came out.

"Say `I give;' chicken out," Daniel taunted.

Now squirming, rocking back and fourth on my feet, I
said, "Not yet. O' fuck."  I was gasping now, trying
to think how long he had lasted...  I could not think,
my dick was being tickled off.  "Shit... stop, stop,"
I gasped.

Daniel echoed, "Say `I give.'"

I took a deep breath, trying to get through...  "I
give," whined out of me .

He stopped.  I had an urge to grasp my groin, it was
taking everything to keep hold of my hands behind my
back.  I was breathing hard, shaking and, hoping  he
would not do more.

"Our pickles our so neat!" Daniel said, stepping back
in front of me, smiling and excited.   "I don't know
what you call it, feeling too good maybe? " He grabbed
one hand around my shaft, holding it firm and the
other rummaged my balls.  He finished by stroking up
my ball sack.  "I'm done, my pickle's turn," he was
looking real excited and hopped a little in place.

I winced with that last stroke.  I understood why
Daniel had been so slow pulling his briefs up; my dick
was throbbing and still any touch seemed too much.  "I
don't know what you call it either.  Maybe pickle
tickle torture," I suggested, finishing zipping up.

Daniel giggled, dropped his and got back into
position.  His dick was still hard, the tip looking
extra red.  He said, "Your not going to make me `give'
this time."  He was still giggling.. " Torture my
pickle.., please..."

I started working on him, not yet stroking from the
side.  I was doing some of the slow stuff Daniel had
done to me and enjoying watching his reaction.    He
was laughing, smiling and, no hint of embarrassment
left.  My dick was still feeling `tickly,' to my
surprise I was wishing I could play with it more.
About then I thought that my mom would be home soon
and there was a need to hurry.

I stepped to his side, put my arm back around his
shoulder, spit into my hand, started stroking him the
best I could.  For his part Daniel had locked his hips
forward.    "Oh, uh," and a torrent more giggles
poured out of him.  In five minutes he got `there,'
"Ooh, ooh," started coming... and "I give..."

As soon as he stopped shuddering I started to drop my
pants, saying, "My mom will be home soon."

Daniel didn't bother pulling his pants up.  He just
slicked my dick and started in.  It felt great!  I had
never played with it right away again like this, it
was so intense and so neat a feeling.  All too soon I
was yelling `I give' again.

When I had calmed down Daniel, who still had his arm
around me, asked, "Aren't you going to make me pay for
betting you couldn't make me give?  You're done with
this turn."

"My mom will be home anytime.  We can't be making all
this noise when she's here.  If you owe me for two
`gives' then I owe you the same.  You sure made me..."
I answered with a smile and started just holding his
dick.

"You never bet...  If you want to say we still owe
each other two, fine by me," Daniel said and took my
dick back in hand, no stroking.  There was a long
pause.  "Why don't you come over to my house after
school tomorrow?  My folks get home later than yours.
We can scream our heads off in my room until they do.
I can ask if you can stay to dinner..."

"Ok," I said.  We spent an other few minutes exploring
and holding the other guys crotch.   Then the sound of
a car coming down our driveway reached us.  That broke
the spell.  We pulled up our pants fast and went to
greet my mom, baseball equipment being waved as
proof...  Daniel headed home.

__________________________________

This ends chapter 1 - I'm already working on the next
chapter.  `Daniel' if by chance you're reading this a
long overdue apology will be part of it...

To the reader. - Thank you for spending time with me!
I hope your dick is as sore as mine was writing
this...  If you want to email me I am at:

meerschaum69@yahoo.com