Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2021 06:43:30 +0000 From: Jay K Subject: Our bets (part 3) 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. 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. - After Kyle went home the next afternoon, my mom pulled me to the side to talk about what had happened the night before. At first I got really nervous that she knew what Kyle and I had been doing. Maybe one of the neighbors had called her or told her or something. But what she wanted to talk to me about made things last night feel kind of weird. She told me that I should be careful what I'm doing with my friends, cause she didn't want me to become some kind of outcast at school. Apparently, now that we're teenagers, us being in that bathroom at the same time like that was weird, and might make other kids think we're gay, and how that could seriously effect my life at a new school and at church. I hadn't really considered that last night. Ever since I was like, 12, I'd been getting hard at pretty much anything. A weird boner while doing math homework may have been the most confusing one, but I'd popped at some random times. Never had I considered myself as gay, even after I got hard last night. Of course, I got hard! It was the closest I'd ever been to another naked person, and health class said hormones would do all sorts of weird things to you during puberty. All the porn I'd managed to sneak and watch was about girls, so one boner cause I touched naked flesh means nothing. The rest of the weekend went by without much going on. I had church on Sunday, and youth group after that. The only two kids in that youth group who I knew from school were Sarah and her twin brother, Jaimee, probably because we were too old to be there anymore, really. Monday passed without much issue, though it was a return to practice, and Kyle destroyed me in our match. "Ha! You'll never actually win one of our bets!" Kyle teased, jumping up from the mat, having pinned me. "Dude, fuck off. You agreed to changing the bet." "Still. I bet you're wondering what I'm gonna use my bet for, after what you made me do on Friday." He had a nasty grin in his face as he said this, but he didn't actually make me do anything too serious. He was pretty quiet about the whole thing, honestly. I was expecting something seriously weird, too, but all I had to do was walk on my hands all the way to second period Tuesday morning. I mean, that's not necessarily easy, and I fell a couple times, eliciting laughs from classmates, but it wasn't anything majorly embarrassing. It was Wednesday morning that he really got back at me. I'd lost on Tuesday as well, and he was still being pretty quiet about it, even when I teased him about not getting back at me for what I'd done to him. Wednesday, just before third period, he told me to meet him in the restroom outside of B hall during my lunch period. He had a class there, since we were in different lunches. I was going to question why, but he told me I had to, it was part of my dare. "Kyle?" I called out to the only occupied stall in the restroom. "Get in here, man. Hurry up, or Mr Adams will get pissed with how long I've been gone." He pushed the stall door open and gestured me inside. I did as he asked, confused why we were in the same stall and wondering what he had in mind. "I told you I'd get you back for that, and I think I've found it. Here's your dare man. Now strip." Kyle stepped back and sat on the toilet. "What? Right here, in front of you? Man, that's kind of weird." I thought back to the conversation my mom and I had had, and I got worried. "Someone might walk in man. What will people think seeing both of us in here, one of us nude??" "Don't worry, we won't both be in here long." He had a sly grin on his face, but I couldn't tell what he meant right away. Knowing he'd just push the issue, I hesitantly started to strip. I slowly pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and pulled off my socks. I stood on my shoes so I wouldn't be on bathroom tile floor. I looked up at him, to make sure he was serious, and he nodded. I noticed he was eying me up, which wasn't entirely weird to me, since I'd done the same to him last time. I undid the zipper of my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles, leaving myself in just my boxers. "You should swap to boxer briefs." He remarked. "Now hurry, I've already been gone from class long enough." I was hoping he'd show mercy on me. "Can't I keep my underwear?" "No, I didn't get to, so you don't either." He adjusted the way he was sitting while I took a deep breath and pulled the underwear off. "Now what?" "Go take a leak in the urinal out there." "What?! No way!" I could feel my whole body shaking at the idea of having to walk out there like this. Somebody is definitely going to walk in on me! Even if the lunchroom is clear across the building and classes are going on, people class all the time and this isn't an out of the way restroom! "Someone could walk in at any second!" "I'm hoping someone does, then maybe you can make eye contact with them the same way I did with your elderly neighbor down the road, and anyone else who saw me." "No way am I doing this. Think of something else!" I reached down to grab my clothes, but he stomped on them. "No way! You're not getting out of this. We don't chicken out of bets, remember?" He reached around me and unlatched the stall and pushed the door open. "Come on, Ruben!" Fuck fuck fuck. Okay if I'm quick maybe I won't get spotted. And I have to do this. Kyle and I agreed. I looked out just to be safe, and bolted to the toilet, my bare feet smacking against the ceramic floors. Okay, so far so good... just have to go. Dick in hand I start to try to force a piss stream to start, all while keeping an eye on the door. Fuck dude, someone could walk in at any second and just see me, in all my glory. I could get in so much trouble! No not now... why am I getting boned up now!!! I can't pee like this! Fuck, go down, please... No no, just concentrate on peeing. And as I did,. I finally managed to let loose, but it was as I was finishing up that the worst happened. The bathroom door started to open. The stall door behind me slammed closed, and Kyle snickered. And Chris walked in. "Whoa, dude!" Chris called out, turning his head away and covering his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing, Ruben?" "Uh... uhhh...." I couldn't think of an answer. Chris turned back to me. Chris is one of the dudes on the wrestling team, so he was wholly unused to my nude dorm, since we'd showered at the same time a dozen times over. "And why do you have a boner dude?" With that, Kyle couldn't hold it in anymore, his laughter echoing from within the bathroom. "Ohhh, is this one of those bets you guys do?" Chris laughed, and pressed his foot against the door. "He must be running out of ideas to embarrass you if he's got you in this state." My face was all read, and I could feel my dick started to deflate. "Uh... yeah. I guess." "Fucking hilarious Kyle. Okay, Ruben, I won't tell anyone what I walked in on." "Oh thank you, ch-" "On one condition. You do the stanky leg for me, quick, just like that." "What?" "Yeah, just do it quick, man. I'm just curious what it looks like when a naked person does it." "Oh I gotta see this!" Kyle open the stall door and stepped out, moving to beside Chris. "Do I have to?" I looked down at the floor, my face growing hot. "Sure, why not. Just hurry." So I did. It was really embarrassing, and it caused my dick to swing around weirdly, and the idea that two of my friends were watching... I couldn't look them in the eyes, especially once I felt my dick start to swell. By the time I was done with the dance, I was at full mast, and both of my friends were cracking up. I quickly ducked back into the stall and locked it. Kyle and Chris exchanged words, I think. My ears were ringing. I can't believe I'd just done that. Fuck. I hope they don't tell people. That's so embarrassing. Chris will never look at me again without thinking about what I'd just done, my dick flopping around while I butchered the stinky leg dance. My dick at its hardest, point straight up on my body. Moms right, I should be more careful about how people see me. Fuck, I'm so hard. I grab my dick and stroke it. Is Chris still here? I open the door and peek out. He seems to be gone. I'm alone. Heading back into the stall, I lean against the door and start to stroke myself once again. For a moment, I consider moving, as with each stroke the walls of the stall shake, but it doesn't take long for my straining hard-on to pop, and I'm lost in the sudden ecstasy of orgasm. I cum in a strong spray right up onto my chest, and the rest trickles down my hand. "Fuck... fuck..." I pant, hand on dick, my cum oozing down my hand, threatening to drip onto the floor. What would Kyle think if he saw me right now?