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"TEENAGE MOMENTS" - Part 2 of 2
by Mikey Mark
The next day at school was slow torture. As a school day, it was pretty much like any other. It was what awaited after school that had me sitting there with knots in my stomach.
I had a bet with my best friend Daryl. I lost and paid up the $10 wager. That was cool - I didn't mind losing that bet because it was so worth doing just to see Daryl jerk off whether I won or not. Anyway, the problem was that just before the competition started, Daryl came up with an extra part to the bet to make it more interesting - the one where the "loser has to do whatever the winner says". In the excitement of the moment, I agreed, not really thinking that one through.
So there I was, sitting in school all day long, dreading the possibilities. It applied only after school for an hour or so. It couldn't be too bad - or could it? I thought he might make me do stupid or nasty things. What really worried me was the thought of being made to run around the neighborhood naked or something like that. That would be like Daryl's style. After school - in broad daylight. I shuddered at the thought of being caught by some fat old lady screaming at me and calling the police - while I stood there stark naked. I'd probably get a boner in front of the cops. That was the kind of stuff that was running through my head all day at school.
I didn't see much of Daryl that day except at lunch. We always ate lunch together. Daryl played it very cool and didn't even mention anything - he talked about everything but. A few other friends were sitting with us so I couldn't really talk to Daryl.
The day dragged on. It was a warm and sunny day in early June. The sunshine was beaming in the windows and it was hard to stay awake. I wondered if Daryl would do anything weird like make me touch his cock or make me stick something in my ass. The thought of this gave me a wicked boner. What if he made me jerk him off or suck his cock? The thought of it hit me like a brick wall. Would I do that? Could I do it? Would he suggest it? My mind reeled at the possibilities.
The bell rang and I had to do a quick adjustment, untuck my shirt and then use my school books to cover my erection as I walked to my next class. Gawd I hated school day boners - it was a total frustration.
Finally the school day ended and I met up with Daryl outside. We headed for the bike-racks.
"That was a pretty good competition we had yesterday."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I just said "yeah" and smiled at him to let him know I wasn't a sore loser.
"Winning that $10 was great."
"Yeah, ya won fair and square." I had to admit it.
"But it's the last part of the bet that I like best."
He said that with a bit of an 'evil laugh' and I started to get a bit worried - as if I wasn't already freaking out all day about it. Daryl was my best friend and I'd known him for years, so I really wasn't worried too much - he wasn't going to kill me or put me in the hospital. But Daryl could be very devious and he definitely liked to press an advantage when he got it, so I really didn't know what he was going to do and I feared the worst. What if he really was going to make me suck his cock? I trembled at the thought.
"Um... ah... yeah, well, you won the bet and I lost. I'll do what you want until 5 o'clock when I have to go home for dinner - that's the bet we made."
"Yes, that's exactly it."
We rode our bikes back to his house and parked them in his garage and then went inside to grab a few cans of coke from the fridge and then headed out back to the tree-house down at the end of the yard. Daryl jammed the cokes into his pockets and climbed up first and I followed him.
Once inside the tree-house we sat down on the floor (there were no chairs). I had a serious case of the butterflies in my stomach that wouldn't go away - they'd been there all day. Daryl just grinned at me.
"So Adam, what do ya think I'm gonna make ya do?
I didn't want to answer that question, so I sort of dodged it by asking him what he was "gonna make me do".
"Well, ya can start by going to fetch this can of coke."
With that, Daryl tossed the can of coke out of the tree-house window and down into the yard below.
"Oh, and ya have to take all yer clothes off first."
Well, I was pretty much expecting something like this. I took my time about it, working up my nerve to climb down the tree-house ladder in the bright afternoon sunshine. Eventually I ran out of clothes to take off and was standing naked.
"Just do it - go get the can of coke"
My dick started rising - just because I was naked and outdoors. The reaction was pretty much automatic for me. I think I made it out of the tree-house before Daryl noticed it, but it just stayed full hard as I climbed down the ladder and then I sprinted across the grass to get the coke - and then back to the tree as fast as I could.
That's when it hit me. How was I supposed to carry the can of coke and climb the ladder?
"Help"
I asked Daryl to let me throw the can of pop up to him so I could climb up with both hands. He seemed to agree, so I tossed it up to him, but he just dropped it back down again so I had to go get it.
I tried to hold the lip of the pop can in my teeth and that worked pretty good until I was halfway up and it dropped out of my mouth, bounced off the tree and landed on the grass. So I had to go back down, get the pop can and then back up the ladder, with it in my teeth - which was very precarious and slow-going. Of course I had a boner and I was freaking about being seen by some neighbors or Daryl's parents climbing up and down the ladder completely naked with a raging boner.
As I climbed up the ladder, Daryl started dropping twigs, leaves, small branches and acorns at me. I dropped the coke can out of my mouth, but managed to catch it before it fell all the way down again. So then I was stuck there, stark naked and halfway up the tree and holding on with one hand and wondering what to do with that damn can of coke.
"Maybe ya could stick that pop can up yer ass?"
"Yer not helping."
I eventually struggled up the last ten feet of the ladder holding the pop can in one hand and balancing with my elbow. It was quite a struggle and I got myself a bit scratched up and all sweaty in the process, but I made it and was quite proud of myself.
Daryl made me give him the can of coke. I pretty much knew what was coming next.
"Here Adam, let me open it for ya."
With that, Daryl opened the can and aimed it right at me. The well shook up can pretty much exploded when it opened and covered me from head to foot with coca-cola. Daryl of course thought this was hilarious.
We were up in a tree-house, so there wasn't anything I could dry off or clean up with. My clothes had mysteriously disappeared, so I just sat there on the wood floor huddling my knees, stark naked and dripping with coca-cola. Since we were up in a tree and it was a warm and sunny day, it didn't take long for a whole lot of insects to be attracted to me.
Daryl just sat there drinking his own coke and chatting with me and watching me swat the bugs away. They were really attracted to all the sticky cola dripping off me.
"Next thing yer gonna do is eat yer own cum."
"What?"
"You heard me."
Getting sprayed with coca-cola had cooled off my erection, but just hearing Daryl talk about me eating cum had my cock back to full mast in an instant.
"So are ya going to chicken out on paying up yer bet or what?"
I didn't bother saying anything. I just stretched out my legs and grabbed hold of my hard cock and started jerking it. The bugs didn't stop bugging me so I had to keep swatting them away. It was definitely one of the weirdest jerk off experiences of my life. It was a bit weird because my cock was all sticky with cola so I had to spit a few times to get it stroking and that produced a weird tan colored foam around my cock as I jerked it.
Shooting a load of cum never took long when you are fourteen years old. Probably no more than a minute or so. I put my hand down and aimed my cock so that most of my load shot into my hand. It was all hot and gooey. I'd never tasted my own cum before then - but I drew my hand up and sucked it all back in one go. The taste was incredibly weird, but not so bad.
"How does it taste? Do ya like eating yer cum?"
It was all so weird. The birds were chirping, the bugs were flying around and crawling all over me, the smell of coca-cola, cum dripping from my lips, dripping from my hand, and my cock was still hard as a rock and standing straight up. I didn't know what to say.
"By the look of yer cock, I'd say you liked the taste of yer cum."
"It's okay I guess."
"Well, guess what yer gonna to do next."
I really didn't know. I thought I was finished. I was already a wet and sticky mess, stark naked and totally embarrassed. What more was he going to make me do?
Then Daryl stood up and came over and leaned over me. He was leaning against the tree trunk as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was already hard.
"Now you are gonna suck my cock. You lost the bet and now yer gonna pay up!"
I couldn't believe it. I was sure Daryl would never do it - but he did. I was trembling. Maybe he was just joking? Maybe he was just trying to play me along? That big one-eyed cock seemed to be staring at me.
"Just do it, you know you wanna."
What? Where did he get that idea that I wanted it? That was crazy. I didn't want to suck his cock. I was only going to do it because I lost a bet and he was making me do it.
His big cock was hard and throbbing and swaying in front of my face, not more than a few inches away. I definitely lost that bet - his cock was way bigger than mine. Eight-and-a-half inches waving in front of my face. Now Daryl telling me to suck it. I had to do it. So I opened my mouth and sucked in a few inches of cock.
It was a really weird sensation. I could feel the head of his cock pressed in my mouth, I could feel his hardness and the heat of it. It was so smooth and silky. My tongue instinctively started to explore the object.
I didn't know what to do. I'd never sucked a cock before, nor had mine ever been sucked. I'd seen a few hot videos, but that was no substitute for some experience. Like, I had a hard cock in my mouth. What next?
So I just sat there with Daryl's cock in my mouth - only a few inches actually - with my tongue continuing to explore it. Daryl started moaning, so I figured I was doing okay. Then Daryl started to pull his cock out of my mouth. To my eternal shame, I leaned forward, trying to keep it in my mouth. I didn't know what I supposed to do.
"Ya like my cock?"
I didn't dare answer. Luckily Daryl leaned forward again until his cock was in my mouth and I started licking it again. Daryl seemed to like that. Then he started to slide his cock back and forth, real slow and just a bit, so that his cock head was sliding back and forth along my tongue. The feeling of his cock moving around in my mouth was really amazing.
Daryl kept pushing his cock inside my mouth, deeper and deeper until I started gagging on it. Daryl said "sorry" but definitely waved his cock in my face and wanting to continue.
"Please tell me when yer going to cum."
"Yeah - just keep sucking on it."
So I did. I was actually getting into it. The feeling of a warm hard cock in my mouth was very strange but felt so good. My own cock was hard and leaking pre-cum. I could hear Daryl's breathing getting faster and felt his cock start throbbing in my mouth.
"I'm cumming."
He said that just as I tasted the first wave of cum in my mouth. It was an announcement of fact rather than a warning. Then I felt a second blast in the back of my mouth. Feeling his cock pulsing as it pumped cum in my mouth was fantastic. There was a lot of cum in my mouth. I ended up swallowing his cum without even realizing that I did it.
"Wow. You just swallowed my cum."
Daryl was smiling at me. He seemed very pleased with himself. His cock was still hard and dripping cum. My own cock was dripping pre-cum like I'd never seen before. We were both breathing hard and sweating in early summer heat. I was still trying to swat away bugs.
"Okay, bet is paid up. You can have your clothes back now."
With that, Daryl stood up and reached out one of the little windows and retrieved a white plastic grocery bag with my clothes in it. He then dumped the bag out the window. I suppose I should have seen that coming.
I climbed down the ladder - still nude, my dick still hard and leaking pre-cum, and I'm totally covered in sticky coca-cola and followed by my own personal harem of insects. I darted around to gather up my clothes and got dressed again. It was so gross putting on underwear and my t-shirt over my sticky skin and hopping around on one foot putting on my socks. Daryl just laughed at me and kept pushing at me until I fell over.
Eventually, Daryl walked me back to the garage and our bikes. We were laughing all the way. He told me I looked a mess. I had leaves and twigs in my hair and everything was sticking me. It felt like I had insects crawling in my underwear.
As I got on my bike to ride home, I heard Daryl call out after me.
"I'll bet mine tasted better."
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