Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 03:17:08 -0500
From: Bad Mofo <badmofo@crypticdimensions.ca>
Subject: It All Started With A Wager, Chapter 1  (bi/highschool)

This story, though the original idea was based in reality, is fiction.
(Unfortunately.) All the usual disclaimers apply. You know if you shouldn't
be reading this, you don't need me to tell you.


Hi there. My name is Mark and I'm 17. I've known for years that I'm
bisexual, but I'm very closeted and haven't told anyone. My closest friend
is named Kevin; we're inseparable, closer than brothers. He's 16, and I'm
seriously attracted to him. I can't tell him, though, because he's one of
those very-macho-very- straight guys, so I'm left with only my fantasies.
I've managed to catch a quick glimpse of his dick a few times, either at
the public pool, the gym or in a restroom, and that's fuel for my fantasies
for weeks.

Kevin and I had always been competitive, but in a friendly way. We pushed
each other to be stronger, smarter, faster in whatever we did together.
Occasionally, we would place bets on things to make them more interesting.
We were at a bowling alley one night and we'd just finished a few games.
Thanks to the bets, I now had to cook him dinner, and he had to wash my
car. Little did I know, things were about to become MUCH more interesting.

We wandered over to a pool table and put in some coins. "What do you want
to bet for this time?" he asked. We were both having a good night in terms
of concentration and skill, so this was going to be a good game. I offered
a few ideas, but none of them seemed "big" enough for a good night for
betting.  Then inspiration struck.

"How about the loser shaves their head?" I suggested.

"I'm not too crazy about that one. People keep complimenting me on this new
style, I'd like to keep it," he said, shooting down another one.

"Ok, how about the loser has to shave their pubes? I hope you don't get too
many compliments on *those*." I didn't really expect him to accept this one
either, but I was starting to get a little tired and my internal wall
blocking my thoughts was coming down a little.

"What? Well... I dunno. Megan might not like that," he replied, referring
to his girlfriend.

"It does grow back, you know. Besides, she might like it, you never know."
He wasn't as dead-set opposed to it as I'd expected. This was interesting.

He hummed and hawed for a minute before accepting the bet. This was quite a
shock - I'd never expected in a million years that he'd go for it. Of
course, then it struck me - I might be the one doing it. This was back in
the days before guys shaving their nether regions was popular, so it was a
big deal.  But, like I'd said, it does grow back. Oh well, it'll be fun
either way.

He racked, I broke. The game went back and forth for a while, neither of us
wanting to lose. Finally it came down to him with one ball left on the
table, and me shooting for the 8. I'd left him with pretty much no shot,
but he had a trick up his sleeve. He knew he couldn't sink the ball, but he
could at least hit it. So, he took aim, and carefully connected with the
cue ball. It gently nudged the 4-ball and rolled slowly to a rest, with the
4-ball smack dab between the cue and the 8, and close enough so that the
angles didn't work in my favour. Great.

I was left with a dilemma here. I had to either touch the 8-ball, or I
lost.  The 8-ball was sitting close to a corner pocket, but the 4-ball was
guarding it quite nicely. I must say, he'd set me up like a champion
here. The look on his face said it all - he knew he was going to win.

The only way I was going to make this shot was to aim down the table to the
far end and bring it back. This was definitely going to be a tough
shot. But then inspiration hit me again - I can't go around it the short
way, I'd have problems going around it the long way, I can't go through
it... but nothing says I can't go *over* it. I'd seen trick shots before on
video tapes, but I'd never tried them myself. I looked again down the table
and decided that I had nothing to lose here. I wasn't going to make that
shot. So, I figured, why not.

I set up to make the jump shot to sink the 8-ball. Kevin wasn't looking
quite as confident as he did a few moments ago; I don't think he'd thought
I was crazy enough to try this. You could feel the tension in the air. I
called the corner pocket, took a few deep breaths, lined up my shot as best
I could (not having done this before) and prayed silently. I brought my cue
back, adjusted my aim, and brought it down with a sharp jab.

In slow motion, the cue ball lifted from the felt surface of the table,
leapfrogged cleanly over the 4-ball, and landed with a crack. It struck the
8-ball squarely, which rolled to the corner pocket, and teetered on the
edge.

And then it dropped in.

I'd won the game... and the bet.

Kevin stood there in disbelief for a moment, and finally exhaled.
"Motherfucker.  That was a nice shot."

I thanked him, and after some playful teasing we got ready to head out,
back to his place. When we arrived, the house was dark. We went inside and
he checked the voicemail. There was one from his mom, saying that she and
his sister would be staying at his aunt's for the night, and for him to be
good. (Just like a mom.) Being a shit disturber, I told him that this might
be a good time for him to pay up on his bet, now that he had privacy for
the evening.

"Sigh... yeah yeah. Might as well get it over with." I figured he was going
to weasel out of it if he could, but he didn't even question it. "Tell you
what," he said, "I'm going to have problems reaching some areas down
there. Would you do it for me?"

This absolutely floored me. Kevin, the object of my fantasies, just asked
me to shave his pubes for him. Let me think...okaythankyouverymuch. "If you
want."  I had to play this cool a little, I didn't want to freak him out.

We went upstairs to the bathroom, and Kevin asked me how I wanted to do
this.  "Let's see... First I think we should use your hair trimmer to get
rid of most of it, then we'll use a razor to get the rest," I said.

"OK, sounds good," he said, taking off his shirt.

This was putting my libido into overdrive. I really found Kevin sexy... he
was skinny, but not grossly so, and his body was well-proportioned. "Would
you mind if I stripped down a little, too, Kev? I don't want to get hair
all over my clothes, if that's ok." Oh my God, did I really just say that?
My mouth must really be listening to my dick for me to say something like
that.

"Actually, I was kind of hoping you would. It'll make this a little less
awkward for me, being naked in front of you fully clothed."

This really got my juices flowing. I had no clue when I woke up this
morning that not only would I be seeing my best friend naked, but also
shaving his pubes tonight. Never in my wildest dreams would this situation
have happened.  Not that I'm complaining, of course.

I took off my shirt as he removed his pants, and I shucked my jeans after
that.  Both of us were standing in our boxer-briefs, looking at each other,
waiting for the moment of truth. With a look of resignation, Kevin dropped
his underwear and stood there in all his glory. My heart skipped a beat -
he was downright beautiful.

His circumsized cock sat atop two walnut-sized balls, nestled under a fair
sized pubic bush. His cock looked to be about 3 inches long, soft, and like
the rest of him, nicely proportioned. As I gazed upon it, it started to
stir.

"Come on, then, let's get started," he said, smiling. Reluctantly, I turned
my gaze away to get the hair trimmer, and work commenced. As I trimmed off
more and more of his bush, his cock got harder and harder until it was
fully erect, pointing out from his body at a 90 degree angle. It looked to
be about 6 1/2", same length as mine, but mine was thicker. Speaking of my
cock, I was rock hard inside my boxer-briefs as I was working on him. Soon,
I was done with the trimmer, and out came the shaving cream. I shooed him
into the bathtub and lathered up his crotch. To my eyes, it was like icing
on a cake.

While this was going on, we were almost silent as I shaved him into
prepubescence. Stroke after stroke with the razor cleaned off more and more
of the stubble until finally he was left as bald as the day he was born.
When I was finished, he stepped out and looked at himself in the
full-length mirror.  "Damn, this looks weird, but it's kinda hot, too. I
think I like it." As he stood there, he mindlessly gave his cock a few tugs
as he checked himself out.

By this time, my libido was about to kill me. My cock was close to tearing
my underwear. I'd never been this hard before. I couldn't resist asking,
"So, uh, Kevin, uh... would you like me to take care of that for you?"

He turned around and looked at me, and with lust in his eyes, replied "Yes,
please."

Since I was already on my knees from shaving him, I was eye-level with his
cock.  I reached out and took its warmth in my hand and gave it a few
strokes.  Despite all that had happened today, this was the first time I'd
ever really had my hand on someone's cock other than my own. It felt
strange... very nice, but strange. It was hard, yet soft; similar to my own
but different. I continued to stroke him, the occasional moan or gasp
coming from him telling me I was doing it right.

Gingerly, I brought my head in close and looked at the head of his cock,
slowly dripping precum from his slit. Without another thought, I gently
licked the precum from his cock, which caused him to gasp aloud and look
down at me. I looked up into his eyes, which were pleading me to do what
I'd wanted to do for a few years.

I took the head of his cock in my mouth and gently sucked, rubbing my
tongue along the sensitive ridge under the glans. I could feel his knees go
weak as I took in more of his beautiful dick. I was in heaven. Up and down
I bobbed on his cock, taking in a little more each time. I rolled around
his huge balls in their sac and was rewarded with a long moan for my
trouble. Soon, I could hear his breathing quicken and I knew what was
coming.

"Dude, I'm gonna cum, you'd better watch out," he breathed, his cock buried
in my mouth. "Man... I'm serious, I'm gonna blow any second." I kept up my
bobbing motion and continued to suck. I'd dreamed about this for three
years and I was looking forward to my reward.

I wasn't disappointed. With a grunt, his cock literally exploded inside my
mouth, filling it with blast after blast of warm sweet cum. I'd tasted my
own cum before, but this was different. Maybe it had something to do with
drinking straight from the tap, as it were, rather than shooting into a
glass and drinking it when it was cooling down, but his cum was
incredible. I don't know how I managed it, with the volume he put out, but
I caught all he had to offer and swallowed it all down. As his cock
softened, I was sad to let it leave the comfort of my mouth, but all good
things must come to an end, after all.

"Mark, there's no way I can thank you enough for that. That was amazing,"
he said after catching his breath. "Did you really swallow all that?"

I told him I did. "What did it taste like?"

Now that was the million dollar question. "Well, it was salty, but at the
same time, sweet. Nice and warm. I know I'm not describing it very well,
but I don't know how else to word it. It was amazing. And the feeling of
you shooting in my mouth was incredible, too."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, as if he was considering something. And
considering something he was. "I feel a little odd, because I never thought
I'd find myself in this position, but would you like me to do you? I think
it's only fair."

"Kevin, you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I don't expect you
to."

"No, I want to. Before tonight, I'd never thought much about doing sex
stuff with another guy, but I think I'd like to try it and I trust you."

With a gleam in my eye, I agreed, adding "... but only if you shave me too
..."

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This was my first story, I hope you liked it. Feedback would really be
appreciated so I know whether to continue or not. I do have a few ideas
in mind for further chapters. Let me know at badmofo@crypticdimensions.ca.