Jim and I settled into our seats, drinks and popcorn on hand. The theater
was not yet dark: I had made sure we’d be early for the movie, because I
was expecting a packed house. I had been wrong.
It was a space action movie, the kind where the theater is alternately lit
up like daytime during fights and plunged into darkness during tense
sequences. During one of those quiet moments, Jim leaned in to my ear. “I
gotta tell you something,” he said.
“Okay,” I whispered back. “What’s up?”
“Zachary bet me five dollars that you invited me here to suck my dick.”
I sat back, blinking. Zach was Jim’s best friend, a fact I knew from
volunteering at the local youth program. I’d given up that stint a couple
of weeks back because of a work commitment, but I was really popular with
the kids and many of them immediately sent me friend requests when they
heard the news. Socializing with them when I was a volunteer would have
been inappropriate, but it now was the only option. What’s more, I was
well-known among the parents of the regulars, and none of them had a
problem with me interacting with their kids online or off.
The words he’d said were sinking in, and I realized that they didn’t make
sense. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
“Because I don’t have five dollars to lose.”
“Won’t you only lose if he’s right, and I do what Zach said?” I asked, now
more confused than frightened.
“It’s complicated,” the boy replied, movie plot all but forgotten. “He
turned the words around to trick me, and I thought that’s what the bet was,
but it’s the opposite.”
“Then Zach doesn’t think I will do that, does he?”
“No,” Jim said. “And I don’t have the money to pay him.”
“I could give you five dollars,” I said.
“That wouldn’t be right,” he replied.
“Well if you tell Zach I did it, even if I didn’t, I could get in a lot of
trouble,” I pointed out.
“He could tell if I made it up,” Jim whispered. “He knows what it feels
like.”
“Does he now?” I said, then sat silent for a moment. “Jim, I’m sorry, but
you’re not getting a blowjob from me in this theater. I didn’t invite you
for that, I asked you because I think you need a friend. Can we talk about
this after the movie?”
The boy nodded, and turned his attention again to the screen. I appeared to
do the same, but I barely noticed how the plot unfolded after that
conversation.
When we got into my car after the show was over, Jim looked straight ahead
as I pulled from the lot. “You were right,” he said finally. “You didn’t
give me a blowjob in the theater.”
“That’s true,” I said, “and Zach really has you between a rock and a hard
place,” I replied as we pulled out of the lot.
“I’ll say,” the boy replied, shifting in his seat.
I still wasn’t clear on the details. “You will lose the bet if I don’t WANT
to suck your dick, or you will lose the bet if I don’t SUCK your dick?”
“You have to suck it,” he said, “because that’s the only way to be sure you
want to.”
“Right, and even if I wanted to, if you were to go telling some other kid
that I would end up in a lot of trouble,” I said.
He nodded slowly, but added, “Zach wouldn’t tell. He likes you either way.”
I pressed on. “I could talk to Zach about how inappropriate this bet was,”
I said.
Jim shook his head vigorously. “Please don’t do that! I’d never live it
down if I welshed on a bet like that.”
“Okay, but I offered to give you the money to pay him. Then the bet would
be settled and that would be that. Help me understand why you won’t do
that.”
We were approaching his house. Instead of answering the question, he said,
“Park on Smith Street instead.” Jim’s house was on Lagona, but the property
ran clear through to the next block, Smith. I did as he asked, and then he
said, “Come with me into my clubhouse for a minute and I’ll explain.” Still
confused, I followed him through the back gate and to the clubhouse, a
miniature version of the home which the previous owners had built. It had
all the architectural details, but was only one room within. Inside was a
futon couch, table for games, and a large cooler in the corner, as it
wasn’t wired for electricity. He motioned for me to sit on the couch, and
then went rummaging in a wall cabinet that was full of books, magazines,
and board games.
Sighing, he said, “Can you just promise to close your eyes until I tell you
to open them?”
“Okay, but not too long. I should be getting home soon.”
“It won’t be long,” he said.
I closed my eyes dutifully, although in truth there wasn’t much light
inside anyway. I heard more rustling, then felt his weight on the futon,
one foot on either side of my legs. “Okay,” he said, “open up.”
To be clear, I am not completely stupid, just a little thick I guess. I
knew what I was going to be looking at before I opened my eyes, because I
could smell him. Specifically, I could smell his balls. I could feel my
mouth drying as I lifted my eyelids to see him naked from the waist down,
one foot on each side of my knees, his young cock hard as a nail before me
and his face, filled with need, looking down at me.
“Please,” he said.
All I did was lick my lips to compensate for the dryness as I opened my
mouth, trying to think of what to say next. Maybe it was the tongue, or the
silence which followed parting lips, but Jim either found an answer or an
opportunity in that moment, and slid himself in.
Yes, I was surprised he’d gone that far, but this wasn’t one of those “I
was helpless before this beautiful boy” stories. I was big enough and
strong enough to push this junior rapist off me, but I wasn’t fast enough
to compensate for the power of his need. Jim might have gotten in three
pumps before I overcame my surprise, but that’s all it took. With a groan,
he shoved deep and I got the sense that there was a lot more spit in my
mouth than there had been moments before. As he pulled out, I realized it
wasn’t spit, and that I couldn’t avoid getting the evidence on my own
clothes if I spit it out. Reluctantly, I swallowed.
Jim slumped to one side, spent, and hugged me. “Thanks,” he said. “That was
amazing.”
I knew no one would believe me if I said I didn’t mean to do it, including
Jim. The act had gotten me hard, so I didn’t entirely believe it myself.
“No one can ever know,” I told him. “I’m serious.”
“But what about Zachary?” he said, snuggling closer and rubbing his bare
legs against me. “I made the bet.”
“Jim,” I whispered urgently, “you got your dick wet by tricking me. Fine,
what’s done is done, but if anyone ever finds out I could end up in jail.”
I could taste his seed in my mouth, and I was still hard despite my
concern.
“You don’t understand, Matt,” he replied, shifting his bare leg over me so
that his thigh was atop my crotch. I was wearing basketball shorts, which
did nothing to conceal my erection from his touch. “I really need to win
this bet.” His gentle motions revealed to me that he was also hard again,
or maybe he never went soft in the first place.
“Jim, this conversation is over,” I said. His fingers wrapping around my
cock made it clear he didn’t think the conversation was even close to over.
He had slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts to do it. His fingers were
the soft that only comes from never knowing a day’s labor. They inexpertly
explored me, making my leg tremble despite my wishes otherwise. “Have you
ever wanted a thing so bad, Matt, that you would do anything to get it?” he
asked. A finger crossed over the tip of my cock, wetting itself in my fluid
and continuing around the other side. I couldn’t help but gasp. “Maybe like
you want this right now?” Some force caused my pelvis to rise, allowing him
to slide my shorts and underpants down past my knees. “Please, Matt? Please
let me tell Zachary what you did?”
Then he kissed me. Not on the mouth — I’m pretty sure the only young teen
boys who do that are fictional, because kissing is “mushy” no matter who
you’re doing it to at that age — rather, he kissed my throbbing member. In
that moment, all of my willpower drained out the hole at its end. He left
his lips there, and I felt the moistness of his tongue just barely touching
me. I didn’t admit it right away, but he had already won.
I was afraid to look, even in the dim light, but couldn’t stop myself as I
felt his lips roll over the ridge of the swollen head of my cock. As I
watched, it disappeared into a face that was years from the first sprout of
stubble. That’s all he could fit into his young mouth, and I felt his
molars rub against me as he went that far. I didn’t care, though; I would
do anything he asked.
“Matt, can I tell Zach?” he asked. How did he get this manipulative? When
did he realize the power he commanded, or that I was even subject to it?
Needing two hands to wrap around my penis, Jim kissed me again as he
stroked me. “Can I?”
“M . . . may I,” was all I could say.
Jim pulled his hands and mouth away. His lithe body, which he’d curled upon
and beside me, moved to surround me. Jim’s hot, smooth thighs circled my
center, and he lowered himself to touch his tight little sack to my shaft.
“Let me tell Zach,” he said, trying to be firm. I was certainly firm — as
was he — below our waists, and I could not in turn be firm up top.
“Okay, just don’t stop,” I moaned. I wondered if I was about to fuck this
boy, but that’s not what Jim had in mind. Instead he slid down alongside
me, and I felt his erection caress my own as I thrust along his tight
belly. I knew where my dick was solely by feel; I was under his shirt and
unable to see. Somehow, that made it all the hotter. I clutched Jim’s ass
with both hands, looked into his eyes, and said, “Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn” as I
soaked his shirt completely.
“Perfect,” he said, climbing off me. “You have no idea how much this means
to me, Matt. This is going to be awesome.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, now wondering what I had gotten myself into.
“Well actually, Matt, the bet was that if I got you to suck me, Zach would
let me fuck him.”
The End
