From: YourName <Youremail@email.com>
Subject: You Bet! (b/b kinky)
Date: Sun, 20 Apr 1997 22:15:17 +0000
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This story is about pubescent boys playing sexual games with each in a
search for their personal identities, about the kinds of positioning for
social dominance that boys engage in, about excitement, about sports,
and about a lot of things.  It's not about pain or rape. Note that our
protagonist frequently notes that he has the OPTION to "opt out" of
these things, and chooses to continue.

I such things are not your bag, or are illegal to enjoy at your age or
in your jurisdication, DO NOT READ FURTHER.

This is almost a true story.

I'd appreciate POSTED feedback if you enjoyed this story, but never get
any and have posted several things before.  So if you like it, please
let me know, it encourages me to write more.

On with the show  . . . 

You Bet

It all started because of the Loma Prieta earthquake, I figure.  I mean,
that's what lead to the Giants losing, which is why Greg Landowski had
to kiss Javier Quiros's butt behind the gym, which is how I ended up
doing . . . well, what I did.

The thing is, Greg figured the Giants to win, but Ronnie was all for the
A's, and he bet they'd sweep the series.  Now, really that was a dumb
bet, I figured the A's too but never a sweep.  Anyhow, they bet on it
and the daring kinda got out of hand, and they agreed the loser would
kiss the winner's butt with almost the whole 8th grade boys gym class
watching.  So along comes the earthquake, the series gets all screwed
up, the Giants can't even play a home game because Candlestick is
wrecked, and everybody's rhythm is all screwed up.  So the A's end up
winning the series 4 games to zip, and there's Greg, on his knees,
looking at Javier's brown cheeks and planting a big smacker on each one,
while we all stood around and cheered.  Man, I don't think Greg is ever
going to live that one down!

Me, I made $18 on that series, which is why I was dumb enough that
winter to make the bet I did.

It was pretty near the end of season, when my best friend Charlie Oliver
got into an argument with me about the 49ers.  Now, I personally hate
those damn fags, but I had no intention of betting against them, I was
just jerking Charlie's chain.  It's the kind of thing I have to do to
keep even with him, because he was 14 already and in the ninth grade at
our Junior High, and I was only 13.  He must have liked me a lot to hang
out with me, actually we had lots of fun, riding our bikes in the woods,
playing in an old log fort we put together, and we did a lot of stuff at
my house on my computer.  But ninth graders usually don't hang out with
8th graders and when they do it's so they can be on top.  But Charlie
wasn't too bad that way -- until I lost the bet, of course.  Usually
he'd try to push me around a little and I'd push back one way or another
and it pretty much evened out, maybe I took the down side a little more,
but he WAS fourteen so I didn't expect to win that much.

Oh, yeah, I'm Jeremy, Jeremy Squires, but I got the nickname "Squirm"
outta that.  Mostly my name, but also partly because I'm a small kid,
only 4-7 and 80 pounds last year, and for as long as I can remember when
the other kids needed a kid to go through a window, like when we got
into the Nickersons house after they moved, they had me do it.  So I was
Squirm, cause I could squirm in where no one else can.

Anyway, we were in his room and he was ragging on how good the 'Niners
were, and I was sick of it, and I told him half the AFC could beat their
butts, which got him mad and he started making fun of me for saying it
(well, it was stupid, they were a great team and there wasn't much
chance for the AFC) and he finally said he'd bet me they'd win the Super
Bowl.  Well hell, I already figured they were going to win the Super
Bowl, they had just won the year before, so I said maybe I'd bet him,
but he'd have to give me something.

Looking back of course it's easy to see a bad bet, but the 'Niners had
only beaten Cincinnati the year before by coming from behind in the last
two minutes to scrape out a 20-16 win.  So I figured odds weren't gonna
do it, but I would probably have a good chance if he'd give me some
points.

"You're so sure they're so good, how about some points, Olive Oyl??"

He hates when I call him that. I knew he'd say something stupid.

"You want points, OK, I don't even care who they play, I'll give you
twenty points!"

Wow, I figured I had him with that one, because they might not even make
it TO the Super Bowl.

"Done!"  and we shook, but then we both realized we hadn't made an
actual amount on the bet.  Charlie was such a big fan of those assholes
-- but he began to think maybe he'd given too many points, so he just
wanted to make it a fiver bet.  I was trying for a lot more of course,
because I thought I was way likely to win, but neither of us would give
any odds.

So we went almost a week arguing about the bet we really didn't have and
got into one fistfight about it, well not a bad one, really, just we
started wrestling and I ended up with a stone in my side and got mad and
hit him in the face so he hit me back.  But anyway, I can't even
remember how things escalated in our negotiations until we were
positioned a little differently.  By this time Charlie was demanding
either odds or a scaled payout depending on the actual score.  

Then I remembered the bet that Greg Landowski had made, and I told him
he could kiss my butt if I won, and he laughed and then he was quiet for
a while, then he said he had a better idea.


"Huh??"

"If the 'Niners don't make it to the Super Bowl, I owe you thirty bucks,
AND I'll do a Landowski." he said, "If they lose the bowl, I lose.  If
they win by more than twenty points, you are the loser. Anything in
between, no bet." 

"Fifty bucks and kiss my butt in front of all the ninth graders."

He had this funny look on his face, like he wasn't sure he wanted to say
what he was going to say.  "No, it's more. The twenty point deal is
blowjobs." he said.

"What do you mean??"

"The loser has to give the winner blowjobs.  Like, for a month."

I was stunned into silence, I didn't know how far I was I willing to go,
but my young hormones were raging enough to make me pretty competitive
in this macho match. Still, I remembered Greg Landowski and how he
couldn't even get a burger in the lunch line without somebody talking
about him eating buns, so I thought a minute and I said "Maybe, but it
has to be a secret, nobody else knows. Ever. " and as the silence
dragged out, while we both considered what we were committing to, I
blurted out "and I want  THIRTY points, Ollie!"

To my surprise, he said "OK, thirty points or more, you lose; if the
'Niners lose, I lose.    Loser gives the winner blowjobs, after school,
Saturday, Sunday, as many as the winner wants, one day for every point
he loses by, so long as nobody else knows!"

Well, I was getting confused, but I figured, NO WAY the 'Niners were
gonna win the Super Bowl by 30 points. In fact, the more I thought about
it, the more I was convinced we had a mutual face-saver here, a
no-lose/no-win solution, because even I knew the 'Niners probably
wouldn't lose.  Plus, it would be so cool if they did lose!  Of course,
I didn't really think Charlie would suck my dick more than once or
twice, but . . . we had jacked off together a bunch of times, and
stroked each other off a few times too.  Always in the dark, though.

"Deal, shake on it!"  and before either of us could think much more we
did.  Then we agreed that the loser would go to the winners house right
after the game to start paying up.

*  *  *

Well, the 'Niners did make it to the bowl, and Charlie started razzing
me but I saw Elway and the Broncos were going, and I figured Elway was
as good a quarterback as there was and the Broncos had won a lot of
tough games to get there, so worst case I figured a no-bet, and with the
Cincinnati near-miss the year before, I figured I might get a couple
blowjobs, maybe two days worth, until Charlie rebelled.

Still, when that Sunday rolled around, I was pretty nervous, but I had
laid a lot of side bets, and made a bundle on the playoffs -- Junior
High kids are such jerks, they always bet on the teams they like and
can't figure the odds at all -- so I wasn't really worried.  I watched
the game with my dad.

But by the time the phone rang at halftime I was feeling pretty sick to
my stomach.  It was Charlie, he was in high form. 

"Hey Squirm, why not head over here now, you can get a HEAD start!"  he
giggled at his own pun, which took me a minute to catch.  

"You're dreaming," I said "No way the lead is gonna be 30 points, Denver
will start scoring in the second half.  But I agree, you won't lose, so
why not just call it off now?"

Well, he wasn't buying that.
 *	*	*

So I was actually sitting on the bed in Charlie's room when the game
ended, but of course  it had ended a long time before. 

I couldn't believe it, I was almost in total shock.  55-10, forty-five
points, less my thirty point margin meant I was supposed to blow Charlie
every time he wanted for fifteen days.
 
Charlie was on the bed too, and had been trying to talk me into blowing
him for the last twenty minutes before the final gun, but I wouldn't say
anything or do anything.  But when the game ended and they started to
interview people on the sidelines, Charlie said "Well, Squirm, one
thing's sure -- YOU ain't going to Disneyland!!"

I didn't say anything, but Charlie was hard as hell in his sweatpants,
and he pulled the drawstring and lowered the waistband.  His smooth cock
was sticking up out of the fly of his boxers and it was all red and he
was really excited. But Charlie's a smart guy and I think he knew he had
to play it right -- or I'd back out, which I was thinking pretty much
I'd do.  Maybe I'd just give him the fifty bucks instead or just tell
him he was crazy.

But Charlie sat there with his hot rod sticking up and I was looking at
it and starting thinking it didn't look all that bad, and then he was
saying real quietly "C'mon Squirm, you made the bet, you gotta pay up ya
know.  I'd have done you if I lost."

Well, I dunno really how it happened, but after a while I sort of nodded
and said "Oh, OK, I said I'd do it."

Well, that got Charlie really excited and he jumped up and pulled off
his pants and boxers all at once, then layed back against his pillow and
spread his legs wide.  Now I could see his cock was about 5 inches or so
and he had a little spread of hair above it.  His balls were tight and
he didn't have any hair otherwise except down on his lower legs.  He
pulled up his  'Niner's tee shirt until his nipples were showing, then
said kinda squeaky, "well, go ahead, man, do it!"

So I closed my eyes and stuck my head down  there, and in a minute I
could feel the heat from his dick on my face, and without thinking,
cause I'd probably have backed out if I did think, I opened my mouth and
felt his silky smooth hard rod slip into my mouth.  It felt warm and
actually kind of nice, and there was smell there that wasn't bad, though
it made me feel a little queasy. I started to suck a little and he got
real excited and I could actually feel the veins and stuff, like the rim
of the head, on my cheeks and tongue.  The taste wasn't bad really,
actually at first I didn't really taste anything, but there was suddenly
something a little sweet and salty and I pulled back and said "what was
that, did you come?"  Now I know it was his precum, but I didn't realize
it then, because he didn't make much when we jacked off and it was dark,
and I didn't think about it anyway.

He said "Nuh, uh, no -- keep on sucking, man, please!!"

So I did suck it back in and then I went up and down a few more times
and all of a sudden I could just feel it jerk and expand and get bigger
and now it was so **hard** in my mouth I was sort of fascinated,
mesmerized I guess.  It really started to get me feeling pretty jazzed
in a funny way, I was hard in my jeans, and the whole thing was
distracting and sort of unreal and that's probably why I didn't react
when I felt the strong pulses as they rolled across my tongue and
cheeks. The boner felt really good because of them, and it was really,
really hard now as they travelled along it, and I sort of sucked harder,
to get more of the feeling, as it was buried pretty deep in my mouth. 
So I was not realizing at first   that was actually Charlie coming,
until a few seconds later when the taste hit me and I realized my mouth
was full of fluid.

Without thinking really I just gulped and then the taste was even
stronger, though Charlie was done shooting by this time, as the sperm
flowed all over my mouth and hit my taste buds in a major way and I was
just detached and excited.  It really, to be honest with you, tasted
sort of nice.  

And the best part of it all was, I suddenly realized that, even though I
was doing the cocksucking, I was controlling things and Charlie was sort
of, well, it was kind of like he was doing what *I* wanted him to, even
though I was the one who had to suck.  Does that make any sense?  I
mean, I know this is fucked up, but that's how it felt.

Which is hard to understand, but you got to or you won't figure why I
did it twice more that evening before I had to go home.  Or twice the
next day, Monday, after school.  And then it was once on Tuesday but
three times Wednesday.  Each time, Charlie would just  say "Ok, let's go
do the bet." And I would go, hang my head sort of, but really I was
starting to enjoy it, especially when Charlie had me get naked too and
would jack me off sometimes.  I think he knew he had to keep things more
even or I'd back out and he was really getting into the blowjobs after
the first couple of days. Anyway, he'd usually just take off his clothes
and lay down and spread and look at me kinda eagerly, and I'd do it.

On Thursday we couldn't do anything, my mom said I had to come home
early to go shopping with her.  We had been doing it in his room since
his folks both work and aren't home after school. But after school got
out Friday, we headed to the log fort.  

When we got there, Charlie decided to act differently, maybe because we
weren't in the house.  We were checking the fort out to see if anybody
else had used it in the past week or so -- sometimes kids do and leave
stuff there, or bums come in, we found a half pint of really awful wine
in there once and thought we were drunk on it.  When I turned around,
Charlie had his pants down to his thighs, his boner sticking right up
and he looked really excited.

"Come suck me, Squirm, I want a blowjob."  He said it like he was high,
or like this was the last day of school before summer vacation or
something.  He was a little power drunk I reckon.  Anyway, the other
times it was just eagerness, but this time he was -- commanding.

I coulda backed out right then.  I mean, what I had done for him was in
the bet, but he had been doing something too, and --well, I dunno how to
explain it, up to that point I was on more or less even terms with him,
I was just the unlucky guy who lost the bet, and we were really just
good buds, you know? And there was that control thing, where I was *in
control* of his pleasure, I could make *him* "squirm".

But there was something else this time, and I coulda backed out like I
said.  I didn't think about it much, I just sort of let him order me. 
As I was sucking him he was really excited, and I think it was about
ordering me around.  This time he told me to do some other things, he
didn't just lie back --well, duh, he was standing up -- but he started
telling me to use my tongue on his head, and things like that.  And he
had me lick his balls, which actually I didn't mind, but the last thing
-- he made me get naked and he kept all his clothes on, then he told me
he was gonna tie my hands behind my back, then did it with some old rope
we had in the fort.  

I wasn't so sure about that, but actually it seemed like fun, and then
he held my head in his hands and pulled my head up and down his cock and
suddenly I had this sinking feeling that I was like a SLAVE and then we
BOTH sort of shivered and he popped off, his dick squirmed (!) and he
started saying "Swallow it, swallow it cocksucker!".

Well, hell, I'd been swallowing it all week long, nine times so far, so
there wasn't really anything different but the rope, still . . . it sort
of FELT different, you know?

And when he was done he didn't untie me, in fact he tied me to one of
the posts, which I told him he shouldn't but I didn't really yell or
raise a ruckus, I didn't figure I had to, I wasn't really like AFRAID or
anything.  Well, maybe a little, cause when you are 13 you never know
when a bigger kid might get mean, only with Charlie we were matched
enough and even enough that until I had my hands tied I never felt that
way.  But with being naked in the woods and tied up, I wasn't so sure.

But Charlie just went out and peed in the bushes and then came in and
looked at me and laughed.  Then he came over, and acted real cocky, but
I didn't think he'd hurt me, and then he reached his hand down to my
balls and started playing with them just a little, it felt real nice,
and he was stroking them with his fingertips real real light, then I was
totally boned and he played the same way with that.

"I got you at my mercy, cocksucker, I can make you SQUIRM!"  he said,
which was pun of course, too.  I didn't say anything, I wasn't real
scared but just a little and he could tell.  "I can make you do what I
want to."

"Well, you can make me suck your dick, that was the bet . . . what else
do you want me to do, anyway?"  I shrugged.

"Nothing."  Then I was totally surprised, because of all of a  sudden
Charlie got down on HIS knees in front of me and was staring my dick
right in the eye, and then he slipped his mouth down on me!

"Whuuuf" the wind went right outta me I was so surprised.  

He sucked up and down real good a couple times, and then backed off and
said "I can do anything I want to you! I can even make you come!"

And then he sucked me again and it took NO time at all and then I WAS
coming!  He pulled off as soon as I started to shoot, but he let me
squirt on his face then looked at the tip of my dick , which is smaller
than his about four inches hard, and kinda slim, and rubbed it across
his cheeks, spreading the sperm all over them and his nose.

I was kinda sagging back, a little tired from a most *excellent* sling,
when he put his face up to me, my little bit of cum streaked all over
it.

"Lick it off."

Wow, did that turn me on.  It was like a switch flipped inside me, and I
was trembling and so excited when I stuck out my tongue that it was
shaking like mad, and I was shivering from the cold and the orgasm and
the excitement, which got me hard again instantly.

And I licked across his face, which is, by the way, kinda easy on the
eyes, and got all my sperm and it was no big deal swallowing it all but
he had me french him too, and I was like *so* excited I didn't know what
to do, I felt like I was somehow leaking all over, from every pore, I
felt like I had been filled with high pressure water, yeah, and it was
just leaking out all over the place.  I never felt like that before in
my life.

And Charlie, wow he was hot again too, he started rubbing against my
front, both of hard as hell as we kissed and he licked the inside of my
mouth and made me do it to him too.  Then he ordered me to blow him.

"Suck my cock, Squirm.  Do it real good."

"Ok, Charlie"

"Ok, MASTER," he said "You're my slave until the bet's done!"

"OK, Master" And I felt like, wow, that was such a powerful thing to
say.  I wasn't sure I was EVER gonna get to be even with Charlie again.

And then he untied me from the post and ordered me to blow him again,
and he came such a wopper!  I almost strangled from all the cum!

Then he laid me down, and took me real gentle and blew me off and I
think he swallowed too, but I was like delerious from all this so I
don't really recollect exactly.

Well, after that I blew him about three or four times a day and whenever
we could do the slave thing we did, but he always sucked me off once or
twice and kissed me.  The only thing I wouldn't do was lick his butt
hole, but then after he licked mine I said I would think about it
sometime.

He made me do it for sixteen days, because of that Thursday I missed. 
Then he made a sucker bet on the Bulls, and I knew and he knew he would
lose, but there it was, he offered "Blowjobs for a month" and we both
knew why.

He likes to make me Squirm.