Date: Thu, 02 Nov 2017 16:27:31 -0400 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: Unexpected bet, chapter 1 Jim and I settled into our seats, drinks and popcorn on hand. The theater was not yet dark: I had made sure we'd be early for the movie, because I was expecting a packed house. I had been wrong. It was a space action movie, the kind where the theater is alternately lit up like daytime during fights and plunged into darkness during tense sequences. During one of those quiet moments, Jim leaned in to my ear. "I gotta tell you something," he said. "Okay," I whispered back. "What's up?" "Zachary bet me five dollars that you invited me here to suck my dick." I sat back, blinking. Zach was Jim's best friend, a fact I knew from volunteering at the local youth program. I'd given up that stint a couple of weeks back because of a work commitment, but I was really popular with the kids and many of them immediately sent me friend requests when they heard the news. Socializing with them when I was a volunteer would have been inappropriate, but it now was the only option. What's more, I was well-known among the parents of the regulars, and none of them had a problem with me interacting with their kids online or off. The words he'd said were sinking in, and I realized that they didn't make sense. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "Because I don't have five dollars to lose." "Won't you only lose if he's right, and I do what Zach said?" I asked, now more confused than frightened. "It's complicated," the boy replied, movie plot all but forgotten. "He turned the words around to trick me, and I thought that's what the bet was, but it's the opposite." "Then Zach doesn't think I will do that, does he?" "No," Jim said. "And I don't have the money to pay him." "I could give you five dollars," I said. "That wouldn't be right," he replied. "Well if you tell Zach I did it, even if I didn't, I could get in a lot of trouble," I pointed out. "He could tell if I made it up," Jim whispered. "He knows what it feels like." "Does he now?" I said, then sat silent for a moment. "Jim, I'm sorry, but you're not getting a blowjob from me in this theater. I didn't invite you for that, I asked you because I think you need a friend. Can we talk about this after the movie?" The boy nodded, and turned his attention again to the screen. I appeared to do the same, but I barely noticed how the plot unfolded after that conversation. When we got into my car after the show was over, Jim looked straight ahead as I pulled from the lot. "You were right," he said finally. "You didn't give me a blowjob in the theater." "That's true," I said, "and Zach really has you between a rock and a hard place," I replied as we pulled out of the lot. "I'll say," the boy replied, shifting in his seat. I still wasn't clear on the details. "You will lose the bet if I don't WANT to suck your dick, or you will lose the bet if I don't SUCK your dick?" "You have to suck it," he said, "because that's the only way to be sure you want to." "Right, and even if I wanted to, if you were to go telling some other kid that I would end up in a lot of trouble," I said. He nodded slowly, but added, "Zach wouldn't tell. He likes you either way." I pressed on. "I could talk to Zach about how inappropriate this bet was," I said. Jim shook his head vigorously. "Please don't do that! I'd never live it down if I welched on a bet like that." "Okay, but I offered to give you the money to pay him. Then the bet would be settled and that would be that. Help me understand why you won't do that." We were approaching his house. Instead of answering the question, he said, "Park on Smith Street instead." Jim's house was on Lagona, but the property ran clear through to the next block, Smith. I did as he asked, and then he said, "Come with me into my clubhouse for a minute and I'll explain." Still confused, I followed him through the back gate and to the clubhouse, a miniature version of the home which the previous owners had built. It had all the architectural details, but was only one room within. Inside was a futon couch, table for games, and a large cooler in the corner, as it wasn't wired for electricity. He motioned for me to sit on the couch, and then went rummaging in a wall cabinet that was full of books, magazines, and board games. Sighing, he said, "Can you just promise to close your eyes until I tell you to open them?" "Okay, but not too long. I should be getting home soon." "It won't be long," he said. I closed my eyes dutifully, although in truth there wasn't much light inside anyway. I heard more rustling, then felt his weight on the futon, one foot on either side of my legs. "Okay," he said, "open up." To be clear, I am not completely stupid, just a little thick I guess. I knew what I was going to be looking at before I opened my eyes, because I could smell him. Specifically, I could smell his balls. I could feel my mouth drying as I lifted my eyelids to see him naked from the waist down, one foot on each side of my knees, his young cock hard as a nail before me and his face, filled with need, looking down at me. "Please," he said. All I did was lick my lips to compensate for the dryness as I opened my mouth, trying to think of what to say next. Maybe it was the tongue, or the silence which followed parting lips, but Jim either found an answer or an opportunity in that moment, and slid himself in. Yes, I was surprised he'd gone that far, but this wasn't one of those "I was helpless before this beautiful boy" stories. I was big enough and strong enough to push this junior rapist off me, but I wasn't fast enough to compensate for the power of his need. Jim might have gotten in three pumps before I overcame my surprise, but that's all it took. With a groan, he shoved deep and I got the sense that there was a lot more spit in my mouth than there had been moments before. As he pulled out, I realized it wasn't spit, and that I couldn't avoid getting the evidence on my own clothes if I spit it out. Reluctantly, I swallowed. Jim slumped to one side, spent, and hugged me. "Thanks," he said. "That was amazing." I knew no one would believe me if I said I didn't mean to do it, including Jim. The act had gotten me hard, so I didn't entirely believe it myself. "No one can ever know," I told him. "I'm serious." "But what about Zachary?" he said, snuggling closer and rubbing his bare legs against me. "I made the bet." "Jim," I whispered urgently, "you got your dick wet by tricking me. Fine, what's done is done, but if anyone ever finds out I could end up in jail." I could taste his seed in my mouth, and I was still hard despite my concern. "You don't understand, Matt," he replied, shifting his bare leg over me so that his thigh was atop my crotch. I was wearing basketball shorts, which did nothing to conceal my erection from his touch. "I really need to win this bet." His gentle motions revealed to me that he was also hard again, or maybe he never went soft in the first place. "Jim, this conversation is over," I said. His fingers wrapping around my cock made it clear he didn't think the conversation was even close to over. He had slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts to do it. His fingers were the soft that only comes from never knowing a day's labor. They inexpertly explored me, making my leg tremble despite my wishes otherwise. "Have you ever wanted a thing so bad, Matt, that you would do anything to get it?" he asked. A finger crossed over the tip of my cock, wetting itself in my fluid and continuing around the other side. I couldn't help but gasp. "Maybe like you want this right now?" Some force caused my pelvis to rise, allowing him to slide my shorts and underpants down past my knees. "Please, Matt? Please let me tell Zachary what you did?" Then he kissed me. Not on the mouth -- I'm pretty sure the only young teen boys who do that are fictional, because kissing is "mushy" no matter who you're doing it to at that age -- rather, he kissed my throbbing member. In that moment, all of my willpower drained out the hole at its end. He left his lips there, and I felt the moistness of his tongue just barely touching me. I didn't admit it right away, but he had already won. I was afraid to look, even in the dim light, but couldn't stop myself as I felt his lips roll over the ridge of the swollen head of my cock. As I watched, it disappeared into a face that was years from the first sprout of stubble. That's all he could fit into his young mouth, and I felt his molars rub against me as he went that far. I didn't care, though; I would do anything he asked. "Matt, can I tell Zach?" he asked. How did he get this manipulative? When did he realize the power he commanded, or that I was even subject to it? Needing two hands to wrap around my penis, Jim kissed me again as he stroked me. "Can I?" "M . . . may I," was all I could say. Jim pulled his hands and mouth away. His lithe body, which he'd curled upon and beside me, moved to surround me. Jim's hot, smooth thighs circled my center, and he lowered himself to touch his tight little sack to my shaft. "Let me tell Zach," he said, trying to be firm. I was certainly firm -- as was he -- below our waists, and I could not in turn be firm up top. "Okay, just don't stop," I moaned. I wondered if I was about to fuck this boy, but that's not what Jim had in mind. Instead he slid down alongside me, and I felt his erection caress my own as I thrust along his tight belly. I knew where my dick was solely by feel; I was under his shirt and unable to see. Somehow, that made it all the hotter. I clutched Jim's ass with both hands, looked into his eyes, and said, "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" as I soaked his shirt completely. "Perfect," he said, climbing off me. "You have no idea how much this means to me, Matt. This is going to be awesome." "What do you mean?" I asked, now wondering what I had gotten myself into. "Well actually, Matt, the bet was that if I got you to suck me, Zach would let me fuck him."