Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2021 04:59:17 +0000 From: Jay K Subject: Our Bets This is a fictional story, none of these people really exist. In many areas, states, counties, and countries this is illegal. If you are under 18 or under the age of consent for your area please stop reading now. This story contains scenes of young teens engaging in sexual activity, if this offends you then leave now. This story was born of an old fantasy of mine, a concept of another series from Nifty that I became frustrated with due to subject matter, and is inspired by another story I believe I read on nifty a long time ago that I can't find anymore. You can leave comments at Frozenxs@hotmail.com __ I pulled my towel off the hook in the locker and started towards the showers. Normally I wouldn't walk to the showers without wrapping the towel around myself, nor would I leave all my stuff on the floor as I did, but I knew it was only me and Kyle here, so I wasn't really worried about either of those things. The rest of the team had all already finished their showers and left, and the coach has probably gone too, even though he's technically supposed to wait for us all to be out of the school. Kyle is my best friend, has been for about six months now. We met shortly after my family had moved to Adair, and he was the one who convinced me to join the wrestling team 3 months ago. He was part Vietnamese, part whatever variant of white his mom's side of the family was, was a bit taller than my 4'9 at 5'2, and had a skinny, athletic build. His hair was always buzzed because that's the style his dad always made him do, and he was just starting to get a bit of peach fuzz body hair. I knew this, of course, because I've looked on multiple occasions. He was a couple months older than I was, being fourteen as of a couple of weeks ago, and I was curious how I compared. Unlike Kyle, I was pretty smooth in the body hair department and didn't compare much in other departments either. I had an average build for my age but none of the athleticism he had. I used to only played baseball, though I was planning to do track when I got to high school. "Just walking buck ass across the locker room?" Kyle snickered as I walked by, "come a long way from changing in the stalls!" "Oh, fuck off." It wasn't really abnormal for me to do this on days in which Kyle and I stayed back to clean things up. We took our turn once every two weeks, usually volunteering together cause I would go to his house after practice most days. As I walked towards the showers, Kyle moved quickly past me, sticking a leg out in an attempt to trip me that doesn't work. "Wonder what I should have you do this time!" He hung his towel up on the hook outside the communal shower room. What he was referring to was a bet we would do at every practice. Whoever won the last spar at the end of practice would win for that day, unless we agreed to make it a foot race during warm-ups, cause some days Kyle preferred to make his last match with somebody who was more experienced than I was. The winner got to ask the loser to do pretty much anything, and Kyle has had a pretty nasty track record of using it to embarrass me whenever he wins. Which was pretty frequent, since he'd been wrestling since he was 8. "Just don't make it embarrassing this time, please." I hung my towel up and followed him into the shower room. There were 8 shower heads on either side of the room, and like usual, we took ones on opposite sides of the room, but close enough to still hear each other over the running water. "I can't believe how easily I won this time! It's almost like you just rolled over and let me pin you." He turned the water for his shower on and turned to face me. "Whatever." I turned on my own shower but kept my back to him. I don't consider myself gay, but if I'm looking around too much during showers I tend to... get hard. Just knowing he was right behind me, nude, and looking at me, gave me a weird knot in my stomach. "Maybe I'll make you ask out Alicia." "I shouldn't have told you about that if you're just going to constantly make jokes about it." "Who said it was a joke?" I couldn't see his face, but I bet if I turned around he'd have that shit-eating grin on his face. I didn't respond, and he got quiet as we both worked on cleaning off our own sweat and the sweat of the dudes we each practiced with today. We were both usually pretty quick about our showers, to get back to his place as early as possible to play cod before his mom got home. As I reached to set down my soap on the little counter thing, I dropped it on the floor. I groaned and bent over to pick it up. "Dropped the soap?" Kyle snickered. I yelped, feeling a hand on my right hip as he touches me. I went to straighten up, but felt his other hand press firmly against this middle of my back, trying to keep me bent over. "I'm cashing in our bet..." he said, trailing off at the end. What the fuck does he have in mind? "Stay like this... actually," and he pulled on my hips, lifting me and straightening my legs a bit, "like this." I gasped as I felt something warm and hard press against my ass. "Dude, what the fuck?" I said, trying to stand up again, but he pushed me back down. "You gotta follow through, dude..." he said, uncertainty in his voice. "We agreed to no chickening out on bets. Now stay like this... for a count of 100... Uhm... and then you can move again." He gently moved, and I felt his dick slide against the skin of my ass. I opened my mouth to respond but hesitated. I was caught off guard by the strain of my own tool. "Come on dude, you have to count." He almost pleaded. He slid his dick into the crack of my ass, eliciting a gasp from me. So I did. "One, two, three, fo-" "No, backward." He said. "100, 99, 98, 97," and as I kept counting, he kept rubbing his dick up and down my asscrack. It was weird. I'd never even seen his dick hard before, but I was feeling it. It felt bigger than I imagined it would be, having seen it soft. It felt both thicker and longer than mine. He moaned slightly on each thrust. "92, 91, 90, don't you th-" I gasped in the middle of my sentence as I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks apart, letting his dick fall snuggly into the groove between them. "Just keep counting dude." He said, a little strain to his voice. It was such a weird feeling, my voice caught in my throat. As he thrust up and down now, I could feel so much more of his dick against me. And occasionally, it felt like he was running it right against my asshole, which elicited a strange gut feeling. I knew it was wrong, what we were doing but... On the fourth downward thrust, he hesitated, and briefly placed the head against my hole. I gasped, feeling the slightest bit of pressure before he moved back to running it up between my cheeks. "Don't you think -" He stopped, "Dude, shut up and count." Once again I felt the tip press against my hole, threatening to slip in, but the slight pressure he used didn't amount to much access. "You can't move until you're done." He said, letting his dick slip back up against my cheeks. He stepped back. "Keep counting!" He said as he ran out of the shower room, nearly slipping on the tiled floor. What the fuck is he thinking? I know what gay sex is. I've seen a couple gay porn videos online. He's doing what I've seen in those videos. He's hotdogging my ass and keeps pressing against my asshole. Does he want to fuck me? Did I want him to? I could easily stop this. I'd never thought about doing something like this, but with it almost happening... I heard his bare feet smacking against the tile of the locker room as he returned, rounding the corner in such a way I'm surprised he didn't slip with how wet he has to be. He has something in his hand. Dude what is he planning. "65, 64, 63," I started counting as he approached, pretending like I had been the whole time he was gone. "Good boy!" he retook his place behind me, not being coy as he shoved his dick back between my cheeks. I could feel whatever thing he was holding in his hand pressed against my hip when he grabbed me and pulled me against him. "Don't you think this is taking things too far?" He hesitated. We sat like that for a long moment, the only sound coming from running showers. His dick throbbed against my cheeks, causing me to shiver. My own responded in kind. He shifted a little, his dick slipping out of my crack, but I kept my eyes forward. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to stop. "Maybe," He said, a confidence in his voice that wasn't there a moment ago. He shifted back, placing his dick back between my cheeks and pressing it hard against me. "But to be fair, you started us down this road." "What? How?" "Your first bet against me, dude." He presses hard into me. That's right... I did.