Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 17:56:24 +0000
From: dan watson <dlwatson78@hotmail.com>
From: "jay taylor" <jaytaylor69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blown Away: The Bet

Sex between consenting adults, at least we all are now.  Then we were
teenaged boys.


"Are you sure you wanna do this?"  Seth asked as he started to rise.

"I'm sure I don't wanna do this," I answered, "but a deal is a deal."

My erection made a liar out of me as I stood in front of the guys, naked.
It grew even larger and harder as I waited, making me look like some sort
of gay Pinocchio.  The truth is, I did want to do this, just not in front
of these guys.

"Once you start, you have to finish", Seth said.

"I know", I lied again.  Truth was, I didn't consider that.  I thought I'd
just have to suck his cock for 30 seconds and the debt would be paid.  I
thought the idea was to totally humiliate me and ruin me forever.  After
today I'd be a cocksucker and everyone here would see me that way for the
rest of my life.

"I mean, we agreed that the loser gives the winner a blow job.  That means
I get to cum in your mouth.  Right guys?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.  Their eyes were fixed on the two of us as
Seth stood in front of me.  I couldn't take my eyes of the growing bulge in
his cutoffs.  The fucking guy wasn't even wearing underwear, I could see by
the distinct outline of his cock, and the dark mass of pubic hair just
visible below his unbuttoned waistband.

How bad had I lost at strip poker, to lose to a guy who wasn't even wearing
skivvies?  They let me count my watch, belt and shoelaces and I still ended
up naked!  I had been set up to lose.

The blowjob wager had only been made after everyone had lost at least one
piece of clothing except me.  I should have seen it, but the thought of one
of these boys giving me head had been too exciting.

We were 13 and 14 year old boys who had spent the summer skinny dipping
together, reading dirty magazines here in our hideaway in the woodlot, and
doing the inevitable circle jerk.  Today Seth had produced a deck of cards
and since I was the only one who had never played poker they had gone real
easy on me at first.  And then came the blowjob wager and things got
tougher after that.

Seth dropped his shorts and stepped out of them, kicking them into the pile
of clothing he had gathered for his winnings.  He reached up and held on to
the cross beams of our makeshift hideaway and waited for his reward.  The
fucking guy looked magnificent, even at 14.  Tanned, muscular, perfectly
chiselled in all the right places.  I was in great shape myself and hung
better than anyone here, which isn't saying much when you're only 14, but
still I was proud of it.

Pride goeth before a fall, they say.

I resolved to do the task at hand.  It looked like Seth would be first to
step beyond the kidstuff we had been experimenting with into the hard core
sex we had been reading about.  The only consolation was that it was common
wisdom in our group that when a guy gives another guy a blowjob, they're
both faggots.  Sure, but I was going to be the one on my knees with a
mouthful of cum at the end of it.  Sure, technically we'd both be faggots,
the only difference was that no one would ever call Seth "fag".

Just as I started to make a move, Seth leaned forward and took my face in
his hands.  I thought he was going to kiss me for a second, and the two of
us were in our own world just for the moment.  He leaned in so close I
distinctly remember his cock touching mine for a second, and he looked at
me with those deep brown eyes and won me over for life.  It was though in
this moment of tenderness he unlocked a door in me that could never be
closed again, and I was his.  He said:

"You don't have to do right now, in front of these clowns."  His meaning
was clear.  In our neighbourhood a deal was a deal.  The only thing worse
than being known as a faggot cocksucker was to be known as a guy that
doesn't keep his word.

I looked around at the guys, Seth, his brother Ronnie, Jesse and another
dude.  The three of them were stroking their cocks lazily in anticipation
that they would be next.  Fuck, Seth had seen that and made it clear that I
was not going to be the gang's new bitch, I was just a guy who had lost a
bet.

"Later", I agreed.

We sat down and did our last circle jerk ever as a group, it had taken on a
new meaning.  Ronnie, the youngest at 13 said it best.  "If we keep doing
this we'll all turn into faggots just because it's a habit.  We gotta get
girlfriends 'cause I'm not going into highschool a faggot."  He still had a
year, we had a few weeks, and he was right.

Over the years we were in high school Seth and I never talked about the
outstanding debt.  Several years passed and I had a vivid wet dream about
how that day might have ended up.  It was so real I could taste Seth's cum.
  I couldn't look at him for days afterwards, which made our morning walk
to school together very uncomfortable.  He finally asked me what the
problem was and mumbled something about a poker game I lost once.

"I've been thinking about that, too.", Seth said.  "And you still owe me."

"Any time!", I replied.

But every time we had a moment together alone neither of us mentioned it,
or if we got close we got interrupted.  I was always busy with my paper
route or helping around the house, whatever.

Meanwhile, Seth was getting better and better looking, more popular with
the girls and guys.  We had the same gym class in grade 12 and when I saw
him in the shower I wished I had paid the bet when he was just a teeny
bopper.  The guy was hung and definately God-like.  I began to fantasize.

At about this time, Dan had come into my life and was giving me blow jobs
almost twice a week.  I considered bringing Seth into my secret, maybe it
would be easier for me to blow him if he saw Dan blowing me first.  They
were on the football team together.  But in the end, I kept those two guys
in my neighbourhood separated, at least in this manner.

In the final years of college Seth happened to come into my life.  I was
selling my car and he had seen the ad in the paper and shown up to buy it.
He appeared at my apartment door one hot summer afternoon dressed in cut
off jean shorts and shoes and nothing else.  Fuck, the guy was a sight.

He liked the car and paid me cash for it on the spot, and we sat down and
caught up on old times over a few beers.

Well into the evening of Queen, Aerosmith and every rock album I could
find, we were both buzzing.  I offered Seth a place on the couch for the
night and headed for the showers.  I was in bed in my room when he stepped
out of the showers and headed for the couch.  We were still talking but
having trouble hearing each other when Seth showed up in my room.

"I can't fucking hear you, this is stupid."  He got into bed beside me.  I
was naked, that's how I sleep.  He must have known because his leg was up
against mine and I could feel him exploring boldly, and when he didn't feel
any clothing as he pressed up against my hip, I heard him laugh.

"Fuck off, it's my bed!"  I said, and we both laughed.

Dan had been out of my life for a few years, and though I had been with a
number of girls, right here in this bed, I was in a dry spell.  And I was
drunk.  And I was rock hard.  "Now or never", I thought.  The silence was
deafening.

Seth spoke, interrupting my thoughts.  "You still owe me."  A simple
statement.  Even though Seth was now engaged to a nice girl named Jane, he
was still just a horny guy with simple needs.

I didn't even give him a chance to think twice.  I rolled over on top of
him, grabbed his face with one hand and kissed him on the lips.  With the
other hand I reached down between us, into his underwear, and grabbed his
rising cock.

"Easy there", he protested.  But it was my fucking bed and this had waited
too long.

"I'll do you, I'll pay the debt, but I want us to get warmed up first,"  I
said boldly.  I didn't kiss him again, but with both hands I pulled off his
skivvies and started exploring.  He laid there and let me do whatever I
wanted.  I kicked the covers off and took my time in the moonlight.

"Fuck, you're good", he said, surprised.  "You've had some practice."

"With girls and with some guys, too", I replied.  "Mostly girls, but I've
been waiting for you."

With that, he chuckled and relaxed.  He laid back with his hands behind his
head.  I twisted around and took his cock into my hand, it filled my fist.
Then I lowered my head and took him in my mouth.  His cock filled my mouth,
and I went slowly.

Before long I had bobbed and slurped enough that his body tensed, his balls
contracted, and he spoke.

"Now."  And with that Seth shot a stream of cum into my mouth, and another,
and another, and I struggled to swallow and keep sucking.

"Oh fuck", he sighed as I finished up and joined him up at the pillow.  We
laid beside each other, and he put his arm under my head, then turned
towards me, and with his free hand, masturbated me to orgasm.

We slept together till morning, then he got cleaned up and left in my old
car.

I attended his wedding to Jane and when I shook his hand in the receiving
line, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Thanks for coming, you
old cocksucker."  We both had a good laugh.