Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2006 17:35:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: genin boi <geninboi@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Simple Plan -  Part 1  (bb mast)

The plan was simple. Get Jason to come over for a Halo 2 match and add a
little bet to it. Whoever lost a match had to lose a piece of clothing.
They'd play best of eleven. Unless Jason wore a hat or an extra pair of
underwear, Devon was sure he'd finally get to see Jason's dick.

Devon had been scheming to see Jason naked since the beginning of the
summer. Just after they passed the fifth grade, Jason had come over to play
in Devon's pool. Jason had worn a pair of bright orange trunks. He'd been
practicing his flip dive when he hit the water at an odd angle and his
trunks came right off.

Devon got an eyeful of Jason's wood.

Jason laughed it off as he climbed out of the pool and reached for his
trunks. But Devon couldn't take his eyes off of Jason's dick. He's never
seen another boy's dick before, let alone one uncut, and he was totally
amazed. There one was in all its glory. Jason didn't have any hairs around
his dick. To Devon's twelve-year-old eyes Jason's dick looked a little
smaller than his own, maybe about two and half inches, though Devon figured
the water had shrunk it a little. Water traced down Jason's smooth stomach,
glistening off his brown skin like he was covered in Christmas tree lights.

Jason slapped his bare ass before slipping his shorts. He paid no attention
to Devon' staring. For the rest of the summer Devon had tried to figure out
a way to see Jason's dick again, but he just couldn't think of anything
other than flat out asking him. But that wasn't a good choice. Even though
He and Jason had been friends for a long time, ever since the third grade,
he couldn't ask that. Boys just don't ask their best friends to see their
dicks.

Devon promised himself that his plan would go down today before school
started. There was no way he wasn't going to see Jason's dick before the
start of sixth grade. And even though the new school year was only two
weeks away, Devon had the perfect cover. His dad had just bought an Xbox
360. That would get Jason over for sure. Both boys were Halo fanatics,
although Devon's dad beat them in it all the time. Devon knew Jason
couldn't resist, and he kind of felt stupid for not thinking of the plan
sooner.

Devon waited until Friday to begin his plan. Jason had tried out for the
junior varsity basketball team. The try-outs always began a few weeks
before school so that they could play before winter came. Devon waited for
Jason just outside their school. The building was very old. Devon's dad had
gone there and so had his grandfather. The whole building looked like it
should be thrown down. The lawn, however, was perfect. Devon wondered why
the school had paid to clean up the sidewalks and fix the cracks in the
streets but hadn't done anything about the windows that wouldn't open on
the second floor.

Before he could get further lost in thought, Devon spotted Jason coming out
of the side door to his right. Jason headed down the block towards the bus
stop.

"Hey, Jay," Devon shouted jogging after him. "Wait up."

Jason slowed down and waited for Devon to catch up. Jason was about a half
foot taller than Devon, although Devon had darker skin and curlier
hair. Both boys were letting their hair grow out. It was another bet they
had going: whose hair grew back the fastest. Every two weeks they'd pull a
hair and measure it. So far, Jason was winning.

"You wanna come over today?" Devon asked as Jason started walking again.

"Can't," Jason said. He pulled a bottle of Powerade from his gym bag and
took a sip. He offered it to Devon.

"How come?" Devon asked. He gulped down some of the Powerade, but gagged a
little. The aftertaste was awful. He handed the bottle back to Jason.

"Eh, my mom's friend is supposed to drop something off later. I don't know
if she's coming before or after my mom gets in."

"That's too bad. My dad just got a 360, but I gu--"

Jason grabbed Devon by the shirt. "You're lyin'!"

Devon put up his hands coolly and smiled. "Naw. Got it on Monday."

"Why ain't you say nothing?"

"I wanted to wait so I could kick your ass in Halo."

"Hmph," Jason grunted as he let Devon go. "Only thing you'll do is get
treated."

Devon turned the corner towards his block.  He didn't live that far from
the school. "Well, I guess we'll never know, huh?"

"Yeah, right!" Jason shouted, following after Devon.

"Thought you had to go home?"

"Fuck that," Jason said. "I gotta whoop you real quick. Don't worry. It
won't take long."

Devon rubbed his nose. "If you so badass then, why don't we bet."

"Bet what?" Jason asked. The boys headed towards a house with large
windows. There were a couple of stairs leading to the front door, with the
garage off to the right. Devon's dad had repainted the house to a decent
white. It had been dark brown before. The boys went in. Jason dropped his
bag just inside the doorway.

Devon's house wasn't as large as it looked from the outside. The kitchen
and back door were visible from the front door. The living room was just
off to the left and dining room was a little ways back and to the
right. There was a staircase just inside the door on the right up to
Devon's and his dad's bedrooms.

Devon led Jason to the living room where the Xbox 360 sat with several
still unopened games scattered around it. Devon's dad had shelled out quite
a few bucks to get a nice surround sound system and decent furniture. The
trade off had been that he hadn't bought anything to sit their 42-inch
Plasma screen TV, so they used an old cart.

"Damn!" Jason said. He fished through the games. "Your dad must've won the
lottery or something."

"Naw," Devon answered as he kicked off his shoes. "He was saving up for
it. You know how he's gotta have every system."

"Alright then," Jason said as he turned on the television. "What's the
bet?"

This was the moment of truth. Devon's heart raced. For a moment, he almost
blurted out "Your clothes." But he managed to calm down enough to say,
"Best of eleven." Jason stared at him. "Every time you lose," Devon
continued, "you give up one of your clothes. Whoever loses the most games
has to give them all up."

Jason was dead silent, but he kept staring. Devon's eyebrow began to
itch. It always did that when he got nervous.

Crap, he thought. He won't do it. He thinks I'm gay.

Jason cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips. "How about three out of five?"
Now Devon was staring at Jason. "Lose one and you lose your shirt," Jason
explained. "And that includes undershirts. Lose two and you lose your
pants. Underwear, too."

"What about socks?" Devon added. Jason answered by pulling off his shoes
and socks. He tossed them at Devon.

"You in?" Jason said.

Devon threw the socks back at Jason and picked up the Halo 2 box. "Get a
controller, bitch."

Jason smiled and picked up one of the controllers. "Can't call me a bitch
`til you win, trick."

Devon put the game in and plopped down on the floor next to Jason. Devon's
dad had just got their TV only a few months ago. Even though the picture
looked great no matter where Devon sat, he still sat about two feet from
the television. Jason cooed in amazement at the graphics as the game
loaded.

"It's like 3D!" he said.

"Yeah," Devon said. "How you wanna do this? Just kill each other?"

"Yeah. I'm itching to pop you in the head."

Devon set up the match. "You got ten minutes then," he said as he set the
time limit. He figured this would be enough to get Jason too into the game
to care about stripping.

"Load it, trick," Jason said.

Devon started the match. The map was so large that they spent the first
four minutes just trying to find each other. By the end they'd only managed
to damage each other a little. For the next match, Devon chose a smaller
map, one he knew very well. The ten minutes flew by as Jason tried
desperately to get off a shot. But Devon had mastered this map playing
against his dad. When the match ended, Jason had seven kills. Devon had
eighteen.

Devon turned to Jason. "Well..." he said.

Jason grunted and pouted. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his
wonderfully smooth stomach and chest. "I get to choose the level this
time," he said.

Devon laughed and let him choose. He figured Jason would try for a map
Devon didn't play often. But Devon had been practicing since he came up
with the idea. He didn't know every map like the back of his hand, but he
knew most of them well enough to know were the kickass weapons were.

The second match started. For a moment Devon was in the lead. But then
Jason managed to get one of the secret weapons Devon had hoped he didn't
know about, and it was over. Devon managed 10 kills. Jason got sixteen.

"Show me your nipples, trick!" Jason said. Devon pulled off his shirt and
tossed it aside. He wasn't as fit as Jason. He had a little belly, but
nothing big enough to make him look fat.

"My turn," Devon said. The next match was it. Whoever lost would have to
strip down to his skin. Devon didn't really care it Jason saw him naked,
but he really wanted to see Jason. So his only bet was to go for
broke. After that last match, he didn't want to gamble on Jason being
prepared for a level, so Devon set the map to random.

"Let's see you win now," he said as the match started.

That had to be the hardest match Devon had ever played. They were killing
each other ruthlessly. Jason managed to get the sword, snuck up on Devon
and shanked him in the back. The deaths mounted until the end. Devon had
never been so nervous in his life. When the numbers came up, both boys
gasped.

They were dead even.

Neither of them said anything. They went for another match, this time
picking the smallest map. Devon got so caught up in it that he forgot about
the bet and seeing Jason's dick. He just wanted Jason's head. There was no
way he was going to let Jason punk him after having practiced for nearly a
week. The minutes flew by and when the final score came up, Devon dropped
his remote. Devon had 24 kills. Jason had 32.

He'd lost.

"Ha!" Jason said, sitting on his knees. "Off with them pants, bitch!"

Devon turned to Jason in surprise. "It was your bet," Jason said. "Take `em
off!"

Devon wanted to protest, maybe have a best out of seven round, but there
was no point. They'd played and he'd lost, so he pulled off his pants.

"Shorts, too," Jason added. He has a sinister grin on his face and his eyes
were locked on Devon's crotch. Devon began to pull his shorts down slowly,
feeling his dick pulse with blood and nervousness. Not only was he going to
be naked, but now he was going to have a boner! But as he pulled them down,
he saw that Jason's pants were tented. It looked like Jason was
deliberately leaning forward to try to hide it. So Devon stopped.

"Hey, I didn't say stop!" Jason said. "Remember, this was your idea."

"What's in your pants?" Devon said. Jason blushed. It was just barely
visible on his dark skin.

"What?"

"You heard me. What's going on in your pants?"

 "Why you wanna know?"

"Why're you hard?"

Jason froze. Devon resisted smiling. He had him.

"I'm not..." Jason stammered.

"Stand up then." Devon said. Jason sat still. "Come on. Stand up. Or are
you trying to hide something?"

Jason sat still a bit longer, but finally stood. Devon could clearly see
Jason's rock hard dick poking in his pants.

"There," Jason said. "Happy?"

Devon smiled and slipped off his shorts. His dick wasn't fully hard yet,
but it was hard enough to stick out from his body. He had a little tuff of
hair just over his dick. As he stepped out of his shorts, his four-inch
dick flopped side to side. He faced Jason and then sat down.

"Well?" Devon said.

"Well what?"

"You still got on your pants and shorts. I wanna see you lose `em!"

Jason sat down and picked up the controller. "But you're already
nekkid. You ain't got nothing to lose.

"Well, what if you ever loses has to do whatever the other one says?"

Jason cocked a smile. "Whatever?"

"Yeah."

"Alright then."

"Two outta three though," Devon added. Jason shrugged and loaded up a
map. The matches went by fast. Devon had no problem concentrating despite
being naked. But Jason kept glancing over at Devon, so he ended up losing
twice in a row.

"Oops!" Devon laughed.

Jason sat back. "So what should I do?"

"Well," Devon said, "take off your pants and shorts. I don't wanna be the
only one naked."

Jason unzipped his pants and kicked them off. He was still hard. When he
pulled off his shorts, his dick popped out. Devon couldn't take his eyes
off it. It wasn't as long as he expected. Looked about three and a half
inches and curled up instead of down like Devon's. Plus, Jason still didn't
have any hairs. Devon marveled at the way Jason's foreskin rolled over his
dick's head. He wanted to pull it back over it to see what would happen,
but just kept staring.

"Can't believe you're bigger than me," Jason said. "And you got hair."

Devon smiled. "Come closer." Jason did as he was told. He sat just a few
inches away from Devon. From that distance, Devon could smell the sweet
musk of Jason's sweat. He could feel his dick growing to its full hardness.

"Can I touch it?" Devon asked. He was kind of surprised he blurted out the
question, but Jason seemed cool with it.

"You won," Jason said. "Do whatever you want."

Devon sat on his knees and scooted closer. Jason spread his legs wider so
that their dicks were practically touching. He reached down and rubbed the
shaft a little. Then Jason's dick jumped. Devon pulled his hand back.

"What?" Jason laughed. "It's not gonna bite."

"Bitch!" Devon said pushing Jason. He wrapped his hand around Jason's dick
and rubbed it in his palm. It felt just like his, only a lot softer and
smoother. Jason didn't have as many veins on his dick yet. It throbbed in
Devon's hand he worked his fingers around the head. He pulled the foreskin
just like he had wanted and sure enough it slowly rolled back down Jason's
dick. Devon stroked his way down to Jason's balls. They were like little
gumballs cupped in lotion. Devon leaned close enough so that their dicks
touched. Both boys laughed and did it again.

"Can I touch you?" Jason said. Devon nodded. Jason slipped his hand around
Devon's dick.

"Feels like one of my fingers," Jason said. He rubbed his thumb around the
head. "Except more bumpy." Devon shook from the intense wave of pleasure
that ran through his body. Sometimes at night he'd rub his dick until it
felt like he had to pee and then would stop. Other times he'd pump his bed
or pillow until he got the same feeling. But it felt totally different, and
better, having someone else make it happen.

"Wanna try something?" Jason offered.

"Okay," Devon said, though he really didn't want to stop. Jason stood and
pulled Devon to his feet. He got very close and pulled open his
foreskin. Devon was completely mystified. He's never seen anything like
that before. Jason managed to slip some of his foreskin over Devon's dick.

"How'd you do that?" Devon asked.

"It stretches," Jason said as he rubbed their dicks together. Every time
Jason rubbed his hand up Devon's dick, Devon wanted to shove it further
into his palm. Pretty soon, the two were fucking Jason's palm. Devon could
feel his piss hole rubbing against Jason's. It felt odd and yet good. He
pumped harder to prove it. Meanwhile, Jason held Devon's dick tightly in
his foreskin. He seemed just as into it as Devon, letting his tongue hang
out of his mouth a bit as he pumped away.

Suddenly, Devon heard a smacking sound. He stopped and pulled away. A thin,
clear stream of liquid hung from his dick back to Jason's.

"What the fuck is that!?" Devon shouted.

"Chill," Jason said, stroking his dick. "Watch." His stroked for a bit and
then squeezed his dick. More clear stuff seeped out. His pulled it away
with his fingers and held it up.

"Cool, huh?"

"I can't do that," Devon said. Jason cocked an eyebrow.

"Sure you can," he said taking Devon's dick in his hand. He stroked it
evenly, pulling just slightly. Devon had never felt anything that good
before in his life. Jason ran his hand up and down Devon's dick, working in
a little twist now and then.

"Look," Jason said holding his hand up. There was clear stuff on his hand.

Devon looked down. "That's yours."

"Nu-uh. Squeeze it."

Devon did and sure enough more came out. He scooped it in his fingers just
as Jason had done.

"Wanna see something cool?" Jason asked. Devon nodded. "Lay down."

Devon laid down on the floor. Jason got on his knees and hovered over
Devon's stomach. Jason pulled the foreskin on his dick back and stroked it
furiously. His balls jerked up and down, slapping against his
knuckles. Devon lay there smiling at the view. He'd never thought he'd ever
get to see Jason's dick again, and yet there his best friend was playing
with himself.

Jason pumped harder. Little streams of the clear stuff splashed down on
Devon's chest. He didn't really mind, but it felt kind of weird all the
same. Suddenly, Jason leaned forward.

"Sit up," he said. Devon did as he was told. He was about a foot from
Jason's dick. A thin stream of white stuff shot out of Jason's dick and
landed on Devon's chest. Two more spurts came out. They were warm and
gooey. A bit of it ran all the way down to Devon's dick.

"Holy Shit!" Devon said.

"Bet you can't do that!" Jason said as he brought his hand to his mouth. He
licked the white stuff that got on his hand off.

"Eww!" Devon grunted. "You eat it?"

"It's mine," Jason said.  "Try it."

"No way."

"Not with mines," Jason said squeezing more white stuff out of his
dick. His licked it off his palm. "With your's."

"I can't do that, though."

"Just try it!" Jason said. Devon leaned wrapped his hand around his dick
and began jerking.

"Go faster," Jason said. Devon sped up his strokes. More clear stuff came
out of his dick. He didn't bother trying to taste it. He wanted to see if
he could make the white stuff come out. Waves of new sensations fled
throughout his body. His dick jumped in his hand from pleasure. It felt
almost like he was about to pee.

Then he heard the sound of a car door slamming. Both boys turned towards
the door.

"My dad!" Devon said.