Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2021 09:45:46 +0000 From: Jay K Subject: Our Bets (Part 2) 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. If you enjoy this story, please consider donating to Nifty to help keep the site alive. http://donate.nifty.org/ You can leave comments at Frozenxs@hotmail.com. Thanks for the kind words I've received already. This is my first time I've contributed to the site and appreciate any and all feedback. - "Would you just use your bet man!" Kyle pleaded, though the plea sounded half fake, as he mockingly fell back after the defeat screen popped up on cod. We were both sitting in my room, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It was cool outside, but my room heater kept us both warm. He thought I couldn't come up with something that would really fuck with him. I'd finally won our little game, and he wasn't actually worried about it. Little did he know, I had something truly embarrassing for him. "I don't know man, I'm still thinking." I feigned, trying to sound unsure. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so I can't make you ask Steph on a date." "Dude, fucking sick! Steph is my best friend!" He laughed, playfully shoving me. I could see, though, that that might actually be a good way to get under his skin. But I couldn't just repeat one of his bet's on me, not this time anyway. He'd used so many of his bets to embarrass me, I had to really get him back, and I was just waiting for the perfect time to do it. "Startup a new game, I'm going to go get us some drinks," I said, getting up and heading out of my room. I ran downstairs and rounded the corner, rushing to get back before the game started. I was way better than Kyle, and if I didn't get back up there we'd probably lose another game. I threw the fridge open and grabbed us each a couple of cream sodas, and began back towards my room. Before going back up the stairs, I stopped and looked at the clock on the stove. Fuck. My mom will be home soon, and it's not quite as dark as I was hoping it would be. Fucking daylight savings. If I was going to do this bet, I'd have to do it soon. I ran back upstairs and into my room, dropping the four cans on the floor and picking up my controller. The match was already well underway and I needed to try to make sure we won. We didn't. I wasn't very good at the map Castle, and all I could think about was the Bet I had in mind for him, so I even did worse than Kyle. "Man, you suck." He took a long drink of his cream soda and laid back again. "Shut up." I took a deep breath, knowing it was now, or I'd have to wait another day, maybe more. I looked out my bedroom window and saw that it had darkened a bit, but not as much as I was hoping. I was looking to embarrass him, not go too far. "Here, let's go downstairs." "Why? The game will start in a second." "Leave the lobby, I've got an idea for my dare. Or bet. Whatever." I stood up and walked to the door. He had a goofy smile on his face when I looked back at him, and he jumped up quickly. "Something here? Ha!" He walked past me and into the hall, heading for the stairs. "I thought you'd come up with something good. What, do I have to drink expired milk? Lick the carpet?" I followed him to the stairs and we both took them down two at a time. "I'll lick your mom's carpet if you want!" He looked back at me to see my reaction, and I punched him into the shoulder. "Fuck off, dude. Gross." I gaged, trying hard not to picture my mom's "bush." "Just saying!" I didn't say anything else and lead him through the house to the back sliding glass door. I gulped, realizing I was going to do this. Fuck it, after all the dare's he'd made me suffer through, I had to do something big and make him suffer as much as I did all in one quick dare. I might not have another chance. I closed the door of the water closet that was right beside our back patio and pulled the curtain closed on the door. "Alright, here's what you have to do..." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "You have to run naked from my back porch to the street down that way!" I blurted out, pointing off to the left. "What?! You're fucking kidding man, I'm not doing that!" I opened my eyes to see a look of disbelief and anger on his face. "Yeah, you are! We agreed to no chickening out from the bets!" I protest. There was a whine in my voice that I was suddenly embarrassed about, but I am not letting him back down. I've done way too many bets that were embarrassing, now that it's his turn he's gotta do something big for us to be even. "Dude, fuck that, make me do something else. You only won on a technicality." "You agreed to it! You wanted to wrestle Alex at the end of practice today to prepare for the meet!" We'd changed the bet for the first time today, to a foot race during warmups. The first one to run around the mats two times wins. "But dude, don't you think that that's taking this too far? It's still light out and people are gonna see!" This was the first time I think I've ever heard Kyle whine like this while not specifically trying to get his mom to let him do something. "It's kinda dark, and none of these people know you. Also, I picked the closer road, so it'll only take you like... twenty seconds, max!" I actually had no idea how quickly one could run there and back. The road was five houses away, although they were technically townhouses so 10 units. I'd only just moved in a while ago, and never had any reason to run that way before. "But you'll see me!" He said again. I was really getting to him with this, huh? "Dude, I've already seen you naked. We shower after practice all the time. Just hurry up and do it! You know you can't back down." I was starting to feel more smug now, seeing him realize his defeat. I'd actually won, got him good! "Fuck, fine. But watch out next time you lose." He shooed me back a couple of steps and began lifting his shirt over his head. Once he was done and set it on the table, he looks over at me. "Dude, don't watch me strip. That's weird." But he continued regardless, ignoring the fact that I was still watching him. It did feel weird to be watching him. But It'd not like it's anything I haven't already seen. He stepped his socks and kicked them off one by one, then looked up at me and took another deep breath. "Fuck dude..." He hooked his fingers into either side of his waistband and pulled them down, revealing his hanging dick! I looked down to check, and didn't see the outline of any underwear in his shorts! "Dude! You were free-balling it that whole time?!" "Yeah man, I don't wear underwear after practice, like, ever. Haven't you noticed I never have a backup pair in my bag?" He asked, kicking his shorts up into his hand, causing his dick to shake about. "I don't pay attention to what you're doing in there, man." It's true, I had seen him naked a few dozen times now cause of practice, but there was something very different about seeing him in the middle of my kitchen, his flaccid dick shaking back and forth between his legs right in front of me. I'd never really LOOKED at his body before, but he was... I mean, hot. Thin with plenty of muscle definition. He even had what looked like a start of abs. And even though I'd already seen it once or twice, I'd never really LOOKED at his dick. Unlike mine, he was not circumcised, something I had to ask my mom about when I first noticed the difference when I started showering with the guys after practice. His balls hung low, a signifier of puberty according to health class, and he had the start of some peach fuzz around the base. "You're paying plenty of attention now!" He remarked, and I realized I'd been looking at him in silence for what feels like minutes. I felt a stirring in my groin, so I quickly averted my eyes and looked up at his face. "Shut up man, your dick's just weird." I retorted, gesturing at it. My gaze fell back down towards it, and I noticed it was starting to get a little straighter. "Alright, here I go!" he suddenly said, turning quickly, pushing the curtain aside, and throwing the door open. "WHOA HOA HOA IT'S FUCKING COLD!" He ran out into my backyard, his dark beige ass disappearing around the corner quickly as he ran over the browning grass of a blossoming midwestern winter. I followed him out, looking around the corner to make sure he didn't try to cheat his bet. He ran quickly, faster than he did when we were racing earlier today, looking sideways at each house as he ran. The backyard was cut off by a lake, and then undeveloped land that went until the road to the left curved and passed a small playground, so the only people who'd really get a good look at him would be anyone looking out their back windows, or chilling on their porch, which shouldn't be anyone since it's like... below 40 out. As he hit the road, I heard a noise come from the front. I look around towards the noise and see a car pulling into our driveway. Oh, fuck! My mom's home! I looked back inside at Kyle's clothes, his shirt, and shorts sitting on the table, his socks on the floor. I rushed inside, panicked about what to do. She's gonna be so mad if she sees Kyle butt naked! She'll probably ground me, send him home and tell his parents! Fuck! Fuck... what do I do? He's not back yet, but I can't just tell him to wait outside... From here, I hear her car door shut just as I hear Kyle round the corner, panting. "Fuck dude, I think I made eye contact with the old lady on the end, man!" He said, laughing. Thinking quick, I throw the back door closed, grab Kyle's clothes off the table, and yank him into the water closet with me, in the dark, just as my mom walks in through the garage door. Fuck we're close. This water closet was a comfortable fit for one person to use the restroom with the cleaning supplies in it, but not two. I was pressed right up against Kyle, who was breathing hard down my right side. It felt so weird, skin on skin contact, knowing he was naked. I need to turn on the light. I adjusted myself, trying to lean away from him, but quickly running into the wall and banging against a broom that hit the wall, causing a thud. I swung a hand up to steady it and threw my other one out for my own balance, so I didn't fall into Kyle and throw us both out of the closet, but instead of grabbing the wall, I hit accidentally grabbed him. Him Him. It was cold and scrunched up close to his body, and I quickly moved my hand away as he gasped. "Dude, what the fuck?" he whispered angrily. "Sorry, fuck, sorry!" I hit the light switch, and the room filled with dim light, illuminating both of us. I couldn't help but look down between us at what I'd just accidentally grabbed, and it was clearly affected by the cold run he'd just had. "Ruben? What are you doing?" My mom's voice called from outside the door, tearing my attention away from Kyle. "Nothing mom! Er... Well, I'm trying to pee." I called out, placing my hand on the doorknob, ready to make sure she doesn't try to open the door. "Okay. Kyle upstairs? Is he still staying over?" "Yeah! and he's in here with me. We both had to go." I answered, knowing at some point we both were going to come out of this closet. "Huh? Why are you both in there?" She asked, a tone of concern in her voice. "We both had to pee! I've always gone pee at the same time as my friends, what's wrong?" I mean, it's the truth, kind of. I hadn't actually done this in a while, but I used to all the time. Now, I didn't like the idea of my friends seeing my dick, but it was the best lie I could think of. "Nothing, I guess." She responded, still sounding uncertain about the whole thing. "Oh, what have I told you about leaving your socks around!" She called. She moved away from the door, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she just thinks I left them there. Why would she think anything else? I moved over, stepping up onto the toilet, as quietly as I could, and handed Kyle his shorts and shirt. He dressed, his back to me, as discreetly as he could, which was perfect cause it gave me time to adjust my hardening dick and tuck it into my waistband so it didn't stick out. Once he was done, we both left the water closet. "Sorry, mom, I'll pick them up!" I called, grabbing the socks, and we both ran back to my room.