2 comments/ 23772 views/ 11 favorites Friendly Wager By: purplepanther25 "Come on, man." I said. "If we are staying in on a Friday night, we are making this shit interesting." "Fine, fine you win. I am making us stay in. What did you have in mind?" I went over my friend's house because, well, my house is boring as hell. He had an Xbox with an extended collection of video games, always had food and we had our privacy to drink or smoke without getting in trouble. Now usually he has his car and we can drive out and find a party or what not, but his car being in the shop we elected for a night in. "First, let's roll up. Let's pour us some drinks, because I am not about to stay sober tonight with your bitch ass." I told him. "Man, fuck you. I roll you get the bottle." "What you feeling, vodka, gin, jack, if you're feeling gay some margaritas." I laughed. "Dude just get the rum and coke. Bring over the shot glasses and vodka too." He yelled over from the table in front of the TV. When we had our little gatherings I was usually in charge of the drinks and he was in charge of the weed and if we brought in the hookah, the tobacco. Tonight was no different. "Ah shit, look at you drying to get fucked up." "Shit might as well, it's you and me, no bitches. Might as well get high and drunk." "Yeah and get your ass kicked in FIFA." I teased him. "Dude, do not start this bull shit again. We are even." He yelled, getting frustrated by my teasing. "Yeah well we are about to change that." I grabbed some ice and put them into two cups. Poured a healthy amount of rum before adding the coke. After I grabbed the chilled bottle of vodka and poured two shots, one for him and one for me. "Here take a shot." I hand the glass to him. "You roll better when you're drunk." "Can't argue with that. Cheers" We tapped glasses and through them back, enjoying the slight burn in the back of our throats. After 20 minutes of small talk and watching him finish up, we smoked together and took some more shots. Within the hour we are feeling them both. "Alright fuck boy, ready to get smacked?" He said half leaning over his chair. "Fuck it lets go." While we set up the game he brought up an idea. "You wanted to make it interesting, so let's." He said. "This first game. Every foul, corner and shot on goal is a drink from the rum and coke. Every goal is a shot of vodka. Deal?" "Shit that's easy let's get it." After the first game, I had won 2-1. We both had finished our drinks, since we were already pretty tipsy; our game wasn't necessarily the best. Combined I say we both had finished the cups of rum and coke and 11 shots (5 for me, 6 for him). We poured another cup of the rum and coke. "Alright fuck boy, you got lucky that game. But either way you won, you make the rules for next game." Now to my friend and I had been friends since middle school, about a ten year friendship. We were best friends, had seen just about every inch of each other and known just about everything, and when we got alone like this we got a little gay. It is our little secret and we like it that way, and being intoxicated simply amplified it. "Alright its simple, every foul and shot on goal means you have to lose a piece of clothes and every goal is a shot of vodka." I said. "Ah so the usual wager. Deal. But first cheers." He said smiling, holding up his cup of rum and coke. We touched cups and drank. That second game was the most competitive game of the night. We both were pumped up from the smoke and drinks and being naturally competitive we didn't say a word to each other. With every shot on goal and every foul, pieced of clothe were coming off. Socks were flying off, t-shirts and pants. At the end of the game he had beaten me 3-1 and we both were in just our underwear. With our friendship, it went into athletics as well. We played on the same teams and pushed each other that much harder. I was about 6'3" he was 5'8" and we played soccer, basketball and baseball together through high school. We worked out together every day and every weekend and when we both go scholarships to play in college we went the same way. I had scholarships for all three sports, while he got it for soccer only. I decided to stick with him and we went on to play soccer at the college level for the same team. With the constant training and pushing each other to the max, our bodies were equally competitive. We both had 6-pack abs, we both had muscular chests and backs, and our legs and arms looked like we were constantly flexing. Plus we were both Hispanic, so we both had a caramel skin tone. The only real difference besides height, was that he liked to keep more hair on him, while I liked to keep my body clean shaved, all the way down to my ass and balls, he kept himself trimmed, but not shaved. So when we sat there in just our underwear, we both took the time to admire each other's bodies. We respected each other's hard work that was a fact. "Damn man, look how good looking we are. It's almost un-fair." He said "Yeah un-fair to you. I get all the bitched flocking to me when we go out." "Fuck you, I know for a fact we are even there. We made a list with ratings and we were even." "Shit your right we did do that." I laughed uncontrollably. "Alright bitch, you won its your turn to choose." "Alright this is simple. At the end of each half, the person winning has to suck the others dick." I found that rule wager kind of two sided, almost as if he wanted me to suck his dick but he also wanted to suck mine. I didn't complain, whether that was because of the alcohol or normal desire is another debate. "That's a bet, but first, cheers." I said handing him a new cup of rum and coke. Starting the third game of the night, I didn't know what I wanted. I could either lose the first half and suck his dick and then win the second or vice versa. It didn't matter either way; we both were fans of sucking each other's cocks. As the game went on, I realized what his plan was. He clearly wanted to win the first half so I let him. He scored a goal on me and at the first half whistle he paused the game, took off his underwear and threw them at me. "It's time." He said with a serious voice. "Shut the fuck up." I said laughing. Without hesitating, when he stood up in front of me, I went to my knees. His clock was flaccid, he kept his pubes trimmed short and his balls clean shaved. He was a easy 5 inches when soft, but knew when he got his hardest it would reach to 7 thick inches. I waited no longer and went right for it. I pushed the foreskin back with my hand and started sucking. He started moaning as is cock started to get hard in my mouth. In a matter of seconds, his cock stood at its max and I took it all to the back of my throat. I knew what he liked and I didn't want to disappoint. I started stroking his cock with an equal motion to my mouth, using my saliva so slip up and down his shaft. I knew he was about to cum so I pulled his cock out and pushed him away. "Bet was to suck your cock not make you cum, fuck boy." I said to him. "Fuck, I always forget you and your damn technicalities. Fine we move in, fucking blue balling me like that." He sat back down with his erect cock and my semi erect in my shorts we started the second half. Watching his play the second half, it proved my thoughts correct. He was throwing the half, and at the end of the game, I had scored two goals and to taunt him I took off my underwear and threw them at him. "It's time." I said imitating him. "Good, daddies hungry." He said. I remained seated and he came on his knee in between my legs. I was only an inch longer, so we weren't self-conscious about our size. He took my 6-inch semi erect cock and licked up the shaft, pulled my foreskin back and took my cock in his mouth. I always knew when he really wanted to suck because right off the bat he would try to deep throat my cock, wanting as much of it as possible. I used this time to grab his head and face fuck him, knowing he didn't mind at all. He then followed in my lead and started rhythmically stroking and sucking my cock. Unfortunately he followed my lead to the end, because as I was about to cum he pulled my cock out of his mouth. "Fuck you." I said. "Funny you should say that. One more game?" I asked. "Nah no more games." He said handing me both my cup of rum and coke and a shot glass. "Cheers." He said. We both took a shot and finished the cup of rum and coke. We were drunk. So when he said his next sentence I didn't hesitate. "No more games. Fuck me hard. Then I will fuck you hard." He said. I shot up from the chair, grabbed him and bent him over the chair. I gave his ass cheek a loud spank and spread his cheeks and shoved my tongue in between. He moaned out loud as I shoved my tongue in his tight hole. I stuck a finger in his ass to my knuckle and then another. I was sliding two of my finger in and out and with my other hand, I grabbed his cock from between his legs and started stroking him. Being drunk, it made us both not care about who heard us. I pulled my fingers out of his ass, spit on my cock and his ass, and slid the head of my cock in his ass. "Fuck. Even with the years, your cock still stretches my ass out." He said. It was true, no matter how often we did this. I had to take it slow to start so that his ass can relax and it turned to pleasure. It didn't take long because in just two long strokes of my cock in his ass, I was fucking him from behind ruthlessly. The sound of my balls hitting his ass was sexy, hearing his moans of pleasure drove me crazy and slapping his muscular ass turned us both on. After a couple minutes, I picked him up and I sat down on the couch. With his back to my chest, he starts jumping up and down on my cock. I reached around and found his rock hard cock flapping around. I grab the head of his cock and with his own momentum he was fucking my hand, as I fucked his ass. "Come one, fuck me hard. Cum in my tight ass. I want that cum." He begged. His wish was not far behind; I grabbed his waist and started pumping my cock, harder and deeper into his ass. As I moaned out, nearly screaming, ropes of cum shot out of my cock and into his ass. With a loud, wet plop, my dick fell out of his ass. He turned around and took the full length of my semi erect cock, slurping up the remaining cum from my dick. "Now it's your turn." He said to me. I knew how he liked me; he enjoyed looking at my clean shaved ass. I had a bit more of a bubble but, which meant it had more shake to it than his did, and he loved it. I got on all fours, back arched and when he came up behind me, he slapped my ass and started shaking both cheeks with his hands. He spread my cheeks and spit right on my whole, sliding in a finger easily. The feeling of his finger in my ass was intense; I wanted his long hard cock, deep in my ass. I needed it. "Please fuck me." I begged. "Yes, sir." He said, and with a couple slaps to my ass cheeks, me spread my cheeks and this time, slid his cock into my ass. He gave me no mercy, as he instantly started going hard on my ass. I grabbed a blanket that was nearby and just bit down and grasped it, for the pleasure of his 7-inch cock inside of me felt so good. Every few pumps he would slap my ass. After a few minutes he flipped me over and now on my back, he lifted my legs up on his shoulders and he started pumping harder and harder. "Fuck I'm going to cum." He said. "Let me have that cum, feed me you're cum." I said to him. When he was about to cum, he pulled out and straddled my face, sticking his cock in my mouth, I knew what was happening and I helplessly started to suck and he face fucked me until his cum, erupted out of his cock. Long, thick ropes of his cum, spurted to the back of my throat, I swallowed as much of it as possible but when he pulled his dick out, a little bit dribbled from the corner of my lips. He came up to my face, licked the dripping cum with his tongue, and slid it into my mouth. We swirled our tongues together, the taste of the remaining cum in our mouths. "Damn." He said. "Damn is right." I said grabbing the empty cups and refilling them with coke and rum again. Cheers!