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This is the story of something personal to me. I have broken this down in multiple sections with multiple chapters in each section. Comments regarding this personal journey along with my writing would be greatly appreciated. Please disregard any typos that may be present.
The Miss-adventures of Michelle
Section I: Hidden Desires
Chapter 1
I must first state that everything recorded within these pages may seem far-fetched at times and quite unbelievable. However, the events that transpired are true. I find myself looking back on the events of the past with wonder and amazement at how at times things got so out of hand and out of control. I find myself thinking of the events that I have experienced thus far and wonder if I merely dreamed them. I look in my closet and see the items which tell me that everything is real, it’s not a dream. The rush and the feelings of utter excitement as well as the anticipation of things to come sweep over and encapsulate me.
The words I put to paper at this point are not so that I may go back and relive the experiences by reading about them, but more as a means to show that anything can happen at any given moment that will change a person’s life. While some of you reading this may look at this with disgust, others may look at this with excitement and fascination. And yet, others may read these words and find themselves in the precarious situation that I found myself and choose to accept the change as a good thing as I have done.
For reasons of anonymity, the names I utilize in these records will be changed. I do that because I am not in the minds of the others and have no idea what they would like to be put out to the public and what they would prefer to be kept secret. Once they read these words though, they will know who is who and that is all that matters. With all of that being said, I hereby begin the diary of the transformation of my life.
I had been in town for only a few months and had not quite settled down in the new area and surroundings. I didn’t know anyone and found myself becoming a recluse and shutting myself off from society and people all together. One weekend I realized that I needed to go out and if nothing else, just have a drink or two at a bar to get a feel for the area. I had moved to a small town but was within driving distance to a major city, which will remain nameless, where I’m sure I would find a nice pub to eventually call my own and settle in to make friends.
I’m not one that knows much about fashion and matching clothes so I would usually go out in a pair of jeans and a button down shirt or something to that effect. I wasn’t going out looking to find a lady for the night, not at first anyway, but rather to get a feel for the area and meet people. I found myself walking around the city for a while and popping my head into a couple of bars but nothing felt ‘right’ so I continued my search. I finally found one where the music wasn’t playing too loud. Wood and brass décor made up the bar, a wall mirror decorated the back wall with glass shelving containing the spirits of relaxation and merriment. It was one of those pubs where nothing was fancy or ostentatious. Just one of those cozy little pubs where it felt like everyone knew everyone and it was a good place to relax after a long day with a drink and good conversation amongst friends mixed in with the opportunity to make new ones.
I settled myself up to the bar and ordered a drink and had been sitting there for what felt like half an hour when a couple of guys settled up to the bar next to me and ordered drinks for themselves. I looked over, smiled, tipped my drink towards them, but said nothing. After a few moments, we had struck up a conversation. The usual pleasantries were passed back and forth and a brief biography of our lives which eventually led to us retiring to a booth in the corner with fresh drinks. The night progressed and we found ourselves lost in conversation, telling jokes, and basically having a really good time. After a couple of hours I told them, John and Ted, that I needed to be going as I had to drive back home and I didn’t want to end up drinking too much and unable to drive. We swapped phone numbers and promised to keep in touch and hang out again sometime.
A couple of weeks went by and football season was about start and I gave John a call and asked him if he and Ted would be interested in coming out to my place to grill some food and watch football. John informed me that he was game and would give Ted a call and get back to me. When he called back he had asked if he could bring two other friends of his, Dan and Simon, as Ted and those two had plans to hang out to do the same thing on their own. I told him they all could come out but I needed to get to the store to get some more food to grill. He told me he would bring the drinks and be there in a couple of hours.
The day was a good one as we sat around having drinks and watching the games and ribbing each other over the teams and such. As the day turned into night I told them I didn’t have much room but if they wanted to crash at my place rather than drive home after drinking, they were welcome to it. They accepted my offer and once the games were all finished for the day, we all hit the sack in various locations.
The next morning I was up early, as was my custom, and walked into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I glanced into the living room to see if anyone else was awake. When I glanced into the living room, I noticed John on the floor in nothing but his boxers. The blanket had d****d off to one side of his body which was smooth and quite fit. But his physique was not what caught my eye. During the night his cock had slipped out of his boxers. I was amazed at the size of his cock, even in a non-erect state as his was. It was thick, shaved smooth, and was pushing at least nine inches even in the non-erect state. I had been with men in my past and would probably describe myself as a closet bi-sexual male, so the site of John’s beautiful cock was causing me to stir in my shorts. Being that I didn’t really know these guys, I went back into the kitchen and put the pot of coffee on. Once I had my cup, I walked out onto the back deck of my house to enjoy the morning air. A few minutes later John had come out and asked if there was more coffee in the pot to which I said he could help himself. He soon joined me on the deck, still wearing nothing but his boxers. He leaned over the railing and I was able to get a really good look at his ass. I felt the stirring in my shorts once more and had to look away and think of other things so as not to get too aroused. Soon the others had come out onto the deck, each with a cup of coffee and we engaged in trivial conversation until everyone had said they had to get back home. Before they left John asked if we could do this again next weekend but on Saturday for the college games. I told him sure thing and asked them to let me know prior to Saturday if any of them wouldn’t be able to make it so I knew how much food to get.
The next weekend came around and it went fairly similar to the previous weekend. Once the night game started however, things changed. I found myself cheering for one team while the other four cheered for the opposing team. Naturally, due to the alcohol and the typical male machismo, it got to the point of ‘putting your money where your mouth is’ kind of attitude. John asked if I wanted to make a wager on the game. I informed him that I never gamble with my money. I am not rich by any stretch of the imagination and was not frivolous with my money. Of course, when I stated that, he took it to mean I was not willing to back up my trash talk. That statement naturally caused me to get a little heated. It was then I suggested that rather than make a bet based on money, we still make a bet, but do it a different way. I suggested the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night, no matter what it is, the loser has to do it. They all looked at each other, then back to me, and agreed to the terms of the bet. I myself was feeling a bit cocky since the team I was cheering for was already winning. It got to be late in the game and my team was barely hanging on to the lead. All of us were leaning forward in our seats as the seconds counted down. Then, as fate would have it, which at the time I didn’t know there to be such a truer statement than that, my team lost by one point on a last second field goal. I fell to the floor in complete disbelief as the others were cheering. I pulled myself together, sat back down on the couch, looked over at them and said, “Ok, what is it I have to do?” They huddled together and discussed things in whispered tones until they all burst out laughing.
“Well?” I asked.
“We discussed it and we have an idea of what you’re going to do for losing the bet.” John said while half chuckling. “We all believe it to be late enough at night to do this, and since you live in a cul-de-sac, it’s perfect.”
“OK. So what is it I have to do?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face.
“You’re going to strip down to nothing but your running shoes and go streak your neighborhood.” John said laughing.
“Are you serious? What if there’s someone out there? What if a car comes driving by? If that happens it’s going to be the scene from Porky’s come to life.” I said looking back at them.
“Well, I suggest you duck into the bushes or something along the side of the road if you see any headlights coming at you.” Ted replied.
I couldn’t believe they wanted me to strip down and streak my own neighborhood. Part of me was actually excited about the idea of stripping down in front of them as well as streaking the neighborhood. I tried not to think about it too much as I didn’t want my excitement to be too evident once I stripped down.
“Damn it.” I replied.
“Are you backing out on the bet?” Dan asked.
“No, I’m not backing out. A bet is a bet. I pay off my debts and I’m a man of my word.” I said back to him. I took my shirt off, peeled off my shorts, and put on my running shoes.
“No underwear huh?” John asked smiling. “Nice.”
Not to sound like I’m boasting, but I myself like to stay in shape with a great deal of swimming and biking. Due to all the biking I do, I keep my body shaved smooth. Because of that, I keep my cock shaved smooth as well or else it would look utterly ridiculous. Plus, I think keeping a cock shaved smooth is sexy as can be on its own. My cock was beginning to receive a healthy dose of blood flow so I quickly opened the front door and start to jog down the driveway with my eight inch cock swaying back and forth.
“No, no, no. No running. You have to walk.” I heard Simon say from the doorway. “Down to the end of the street, take a left, go down to the park that we passed on the way in, and then come back,” he continued.
I walked out to the street towards the stop sign. The cool night air felt wonderful against my bare skin. As I stood in the street for a brief moment allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness, I realized there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the moon was shining brightly. I could just imagine what a sight it would be for someone to look out their window and see a naked man walking down the street with the moonlight illuminating his naked body. A bolt of excitement rushed through me at this thought and I felt my cock stiffen as I continued walking.
I turned left on the sidewalk and as I did I looked back and could faintly see the figures of all four guys standing at the end of my driveway watching. I walked to the park which was about a quarter mile away, turned around and started making my way back home. While I was walking back to the house I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at walking around naked outside. There was an exhibitionist within me that was starting to show itself. I made it back to my street with no incident, turned right and felt like I would make it back to my place with no one noticing. I was wrong. I made it about one house down the road when I saw a car backing out of the driveway farther down the street. I still had six more houses to pass before I got back to mine so I stepped off the street and hugged a tree in the front yard of the house I was passing at that time. As the car turned up the street and started coming towards me, I hugged the tree and worked my way around it until it had passed me by. Once I saw it turn and the tail lights were out of sight, I went back onto the street and walked a little faster back to my place. I opened the door and all four guys were sitting there waiting on me. When I walked in they all cheered and applauded at my endeavor. I took a graceful bow then removed my shoes and looked over to gather up my shorts and shirt to get dressed again. I looked on the floor, then the couch, then the loveseat, but my clothes were missing. I walked through the kitchen towards the door to my bedroom to get some other clothes, but my door was locked. I then heard all four guys laughing from the living room. I walked back to the living room and asked where my clothes were.
“Oh, we didn’t get a chance to tell you since you were in such a hurry to walk around outside naked, but your clothes are confis**ted for the rest of the night. You have to stay just like you are and serve us drinks and such for the rest of the night.” John said grinning from ear to ear.
After walking around outside naked down the street and back, sitting in my living room naked was no big deal. The next couple of hours or so went by rather uneventfully with the exception of occasionally having to get up and get someone another drink or a snack or something. The problem was though, each of them would wait until I came back in and sat down before asking me for a drink. I soon figured out that they were wanting me up and moving about. Each time I stood up, it was as if I could feel their eyes on my smooth tight ass as I walked away and when I came back in I caught a couple of them eyeballing my cock. After a couple of hours, John asked me to hand him the remote for the TV and DVD player. I did so and then sat back down. My place was on the couch with Ted on my left, Dan on my right, and Simon and John were on the loveseat. I thought John was bored with what was on TV and was putting in one of my movies to watch. Once he pressed play on the DVD player however, I realized what we were about to watch. While I was streaking the neighborhood, they had found my collection of ‘special’ videos that were in my entertainment center. The video they happened to have selected was of women using a strap-on with guys. As we sat there and the first scene started, I could feel that ever familiar blood flow feeling within my cock. Once I saw that strap-on slide into the guy’s ass on the screen, my cock sprang to full erection. I pushed my ass forward on the couch and leaned back. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Ted was eyeballing my hard cock. He leaned in and whispered in my ear to stroke my cock. He told me to stroke my cock and shoot my load of cum all over my chest. What with the guy on the screen getting fucked by a beautiful woman with a strap-on and me sitting in the room naked with my cock in my hand and four guys watching was almost too much for me to take. It wasn’t long before my cock released the load of cum that had been building most of the night. I was so excited and turned on that that I shot such a huge load of cum and so far that it landed on my face, my chest, and my stomach. I had cum dripping from my lips which I quickly licked up and swallowed without even thinking. I had swallowed my own cum before as well as cum from other guys in my past so it was only natural for me to lick the cum from my own lips. Once the excitement started to subside, I then realized what I had done. I had just licked my own cum from my lips in front of these four guys sitting in my living room watching me. Once my hard-on started to subside, I started to get up to get a towel and get cleaned up. I stood up and then felt a hand slide down my ass and then wrap around my thigh and pull me back onto the couch. Ted told me I wasn’t allowed to clean up and that I had to sit there with cum all over me until they allowed me to get cleaned up. Dan, who was sitting on my right then said that if I wanted to get cleaned up, that I could wipe it all up with my fingers and lick my fingers clean…the choice was mine. As I looked at him I could see the big bulge in shorts. I had this sudden urge to rip off his shorts and take his cock into my mouth and lick him clean. I restrained myself however as I wasn’t sure how far this was supposed to go and what exactly what was supposed to happen. I didn’t know it at the time, but if I had done that, no one would have complained. I did however wipe all that cum up with my fingers and lick them clean.
After another hour or so, John handed me the key to the bedroom and said that I could get cleaned up and get dressed as they all needed to get back home. After I got cleaned up and came back out to the living room, they were ready to leave.
“Well, you certainly are a man of your word. You do pay up on a losing bet.” Simon said to me.
“Like I said, I always pay my debts. Plus, I was the one who set the wager. I wouldn’t feel right not paying up a bet where I was the one who set the wager. I mean, I would have expected you guys to pay up if you had lost, so I knew I had to as well. Besides, now that you know I pay off my bets, when I win one you better be ready to pay up as well. Payback is a bitch.” I said with a chuckle in my voice.
“Sounds good to me,” Jon said, “so next weekend are we on for some more football and betting?”
“Damn right.” I replied. “I’ll check the schedule to see who’s playing and when. But, no matter who wins, the bet doesn’t get paid off until the end of the night game. Deal?”
“Deal.” They all replied.
Once we said our goodbyes for the night and they left the house, I immediately stripped down to nothing, put in a gay porno, settled onto the couch, and stroked my cock once more. The night had produced excitement and pleasure that had me hard again in no time. It got to the point where I wasn’t even watching the porno anymore but had my eyes shut and was thinking about Ted and Dan’s hard cocks showing through their shorts and how bad I wanted to suck them off. Then my mind drifted to the previous weekend when I was able to see John’s big cock hanging out of his boxer shorts and how bad I wanted to suck on that cock and feel it fill my ass. With that I shot my second load of hot cum all over my face and licked my lips once more wondering if the others tasted just as sweet. I had never fantasized in this fashion before and I couldn’t help but feel a bit disgusted with myself at the fantasies filling my mind. Yes, I had been with men before but I never actively pursued men. I never had the cravings that I was now having.
The rest of the week I spent researching the teams that were playing that coming weekend and figuring out which team would give me the best odds to win as well as what I would make them do if I did win. At the same time however, I was a bit nervous as to what would happen to me if I were to lose the bet. I was also a bit worried about what would happen if I got too excited sitting there with them and having flashbacks as well as the fantasies. Should I allow it happen or should I try to hide that side of me that was now rearing its head of desire and fascination? I resolved myself to get through the week and try not to think about things too much and let the weekend reveal itself as it will.
The Miss-adventures of Michelle
Section I: Hidden Desires
Chapter 1
I must first state that everything recorded within these pages may seem far-fetched at times and quite unbelievable. However, the events that transpired are true. I find myself looking back on the events of the past with wonder and amazement at how at times things got so out of hand and out of control. I find myself thinking of the events that I have experienced thus far and wonder if I merely dreamed them. I look in my closet and see the items which tell me that everything is real, it’s not a dream. The rush and the feelings of utter excitement as well as the anticipation of things to come sweep over and encapsulate me.
The words I put to paper at this point are not so that I may go back and relive the experiences by reading about them, but more as a means to show that anything can happen at any given moment that will change a person’s life. While some of you reading this may look at this with disgust, others may look at this with excitement and fascination. And yet, others may read these words and find themselves in the precarious situation that I found myself and choose to accept the change as a good thing as I have done.
For reasons of anonymity, the names I utilize in these records will be changed. I do that because I am not in the minds of the others and have no idea what they would like to be put out to the public and what they would prefer to be kept secret. Once they read these words though, they will know who is who and that is all that matters. With all of that being said, I hereby begin the diary of the transformation of my life.
I had been in town for only a few months and had not quite settled down in the new area and surroundings. I didn’t know anyone and found myself becoming a recluse and shutting myself off from society and people all together. One weekend I realized that I needed to go out and if nothing else, just have a drink or two at a bar to get a feel for the area. I had moved to a small town but was within driving distance to a major city, which will remain nameless, where I’m sure I would find a nice pub to eventually call my own and settle in to make friends.
I’m not one that knows much about fashion and matching clothes so I would usually go out in a pair of jeans and a button down shirt or something to that effect. I wasn’t going out looking to find a lady for the night, not at first anyway, but rather to get a feel for the area and meet people. I found myself walking around the city for a while and popping my head into a couple of bars but nothing felt ‘right’ so I continued my search. I finally found one where the music wasn’t playing too loud. Wood and brass décor made up the bar, a wall mirror decorated the back wall with glass shelving containing the spirits of relaxation and merriment. It was one of those pubs where nothing was fancy or ostentatious. Just one of those cozy little pubs where it felt like everyone knew everyone and it was a good place to relax after a long day with a drink and good conversation amongst friends mixed in with the opportunity to make new ones.
I settled myself up to the bar and ordered a drink and had been sitting there for what felt like half an hour when a couple of guys settled up to the bar next to me and ordered drinks for themselves. I looked over, smiled, tipped my drink towards them, but said nothing. After a few moments, we had struck up a conversation. The usual pleasantries were passed back and forth and a brief biography of our lives which eventually led to us retiring to a booth in the corner with fresh drinks. The night progressed and we found ourselves lost in conversation, telling jokes, and basically having a really good time. After a couple of hours I told them, John and Ted, that I needed to be going as I had to drive back home and I didn’t want to end up drinking too much and unable to drive. We swapped phone numbers and promised to keep in touch and hang out again sometime.
A couple of weeks went by and football season was about start and I gave John a call and asked him if he and Ted would be interested in coming out to my place to grill some food and watch football. John informed me that he was game and would give Ted a call and get back to me. When he called back he had asked if he could bring two other friends of his, Dan and Simon, as Ted and those two had plans to hang out to do the same thing on their own. I told him they all could come out but I needed to get to the store to get some more food to grill. He told me he would bring the drinks and be there in a couple of hours.
The day was a good one as we sat around having drinks and watching the games and ribbing each other over the teams and such. As the day turned into night I told them I didn’t have much room but if they wanted to crash at my place rather than drive home after drinking, they were welcome to it. They accepted my offer and once the games were all finished for the day, we all hit the sack in various locations.
The next morning I was up early, as was my custom, and walked into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I glanced into the living room to see if anyone else was awake. When I glanced into the living room, I noticed John on the floor in nothing but his boxers. The blanket had d****d off to one side of his body which was smooth and quite fit. But his physique was not what caught my eye. During the night his cock had slipped out of his boxers. I was amazed at the size of his cock, even in a non-erect state as his was. It was thick, shaved smooth, and was pushing at least nine inches even in the non-erect state. I had been with men in my past and would probably describe myself as a closet bi-sexual male, so the site of John’s beautiful cock was causing me to stir in my shorts. Being that I didn’t really know these guys, I went back into the kitchen and put the pot of coffee on. Once I had my cup, I walked out onto the back deck of my house to enjoy the morning air. A few minutes later John had come out and asked if there was more coffee in the pot to which I said he could help himself. He soon joined me on the deck, still wearing nothing but his boxers. He leaned over the railing and I was able to get a really good look at his ass. I felt the stirring in my shorts once more and had to look away and think of other things so as not to get too aroused. Soon the others had come out onto the deck, each with a cup of coffee and we engaged in trivial conversation until everyone had said they had to get back home. Before they left John asked if we could do this again next weekend but on Saturday for the college games. I told him sure thing and asked them to let me know prior to Saturday if any of them wouldn’t be able to make it so I knew how much food to get.
The next weekend came around and it went fairly similar to the previous weekend. Once the night game started however, things changed. I found myself cheering for one team while the other four cheered for the opposing team. Naturally, due to the alcohol and the typical male machismo, it got to the point of ‘putting your money where your mouth is’ kind of attitude. John asked if I wanted to make a wager on the game. I informed him that I never gamble with my money. I am not rich by any stretch of the imagination and was not frivolous with my money. Of course, when I stated that, he took it to mean I was not willing to back up my trash talk. That statement naturally caused me to get a little heated. It was then I suggested that rather than make a bet based on money, we still make a bet, but do it a different way. I suggested the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night, no matter what it is, the loser has to do it. They all looked at each other, then back to me, and agreed to the terms of the bet. I myself was feeling a bit cocky since the team I was cheering for was already winning. It got to be late in the game and my team was barely hanging on to the lead. All of us were leaning forward in our seats as the seconds counted down. Then, as fate would have it, which at the time I didn’t know there to be such a truer statement than that, my team lost by one point on a last second field goal. I fell to the floor in complete disbelief as the others were cheering. I pulled myself together, sat back down on the couch, looked over at them and said, “Ok, what is it I have to do?” They huddled together and discussed things in whispered tones until they all burst out laughing.
“Well?” I asked.
“We discussed it and we have an idea of what you’re going to do for losing the bet.” John said while half chuckling. “We all believe it to be late enough at night to do this, and since you live in a cul-de-sac, it’s perfect.”
“OK. So what is it I have to do?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face.
“You’re going to strip down to nothing but your running shoes and go streak your neighborhood.” John said laughing.
“Are you serious? What if there’s someone out there? What if a car comes driving by? If that happens it’s going to be the scene from Porky’s come to life.” I said looking back at them.
“Well, I suggest you duck into the bushes or something along the side of the road if you see any headlights coming at you.” Ted replied.
I couldn’t believe they wanted me to strip down and streak my own neighborhood. Part of me was actually excited about the idea of stripping down in front of them as well as streaking the neighborhood. I tried not to think about it too much as I didn’t want my excitement to be too evident once I stripped down.
“Damn it.” I replied.
“Are you backing out on the bet?” Dan asked.
“No, I’m not backing out. A bet is a bet. I pay off my debts and I’m a man of my word.” I said back to him. I took my shirt off, peeled off my shorts, and put on my running shoes.
“No underwear huh?” John asked smiling. “Nice.”
Not to sound like I’m boasting, but I myself like to stay in shape with a great deal of swimming and biking. Due to all the biking I do, I keep my body shaved smooth. Because of that, I keep my cock shaved smooth as well or else it would look utterly ridiculous. Plus, I think keeping a cock shaved smooth is sexy as can be on its own. My cock was beginning to receive a healthy dose of blood flow so I quickly opened the front door and start to jog down the driveway with my eight inch cock swaying back and forth.
“No, no, no. No running. You have to walk.” I heard Simon say from the doorway. “Down to the end of the street, take a left, go down to the park that we passed on the way in, and then come back,” he continued.
I walked out to the street towards the stop sign. The cool night air felt wonderful against my bare skin. As I stood in the street for a brief moment allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness, I realized there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the moon was shining brightly. I could just imagine what a sight it would be for someone to look out their window and see a naked man walking down the street with the moonlight illuminating his naked body. A bolt of excitement rushed through me at this thought and I felt my cock stiffen as I continued walking.
I turned left on the sidewalk and as I did I looked back and could faintly see the figures of all four guys standing at the end of my driveway watching. I walked to the park which was about a quarter mile away, turned around and started making my way back home. While I was walking back to the house I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at walking around naked outside. There was an exhibitionist within me that was starting to show itself. I made it back to my street with no incident, turned right and felt like I would make it back to my place with no one noticing. I was wrong. I made it about one house down the road when I saw a car backing out of the driveway farther down the street. I still had six more houses to pass before I got back to mine so I stepped off the street and hugged a tree in the front yard of the house I was passing at that time. As the car turned up the street and started coming towards me, I hugged the tree and worked my way around it until it had passed me by. Once I saw it turn and the tail lights were out of sight, I went back onto the street and walked a little faster back to my place. I opened the door and all four guys were sitting there waiting on me. When I walked in they all cheered and applauded at my endeavor. I took a graceful bow then removed my shoes and looked over to gather up my shorts and shirt to get dressed again. I looked on the floor, then the couch, then the loveseat, but my clothes were missing. I walked through the kitchen towards the door to my bedroom to get some other clothes, but my door was locked. I then heard all four guys laughing from the living room. I walked back to the living room and asked where my clothes were.
“Oh, we didn’t get a chance to tell you since you were in such a hurry to walk around outside naked, but your clothes are confis**ted for the rest of the night. You have to stay just like you are and serve us drinks and such for the rest of the night.” John said grinning from ear to ear.
After walking around outside naked down the street and back, sitting in my living room naked was no big deal. The next couple of hours or so went by rather uneventfully with the exception of occasionally having to get up and get someone another drink or a snack or something. The problem was though, each of them would wait until I came back in and sat down before asking me for a drink. I soon figured out that they were wanting me up and moving about. Each time I stood up, it was as if I could feel their eyes on my smooth tight ass as I walked away and when I came back in I caught a couple of them eyeballing my cock. After a couple of hours, John asked me to hand him the remote for the TV and DVD player. I did so and then sat back down. My place was on the couch with Ted on my left, Dan on my right, and Simon and John were on the loveseat. I thought John was bored with what was on TV and was putting in one of my movies to watch. Once he pressed play on the DVD player however, I realized what we were about to watch. While I was streaking the neighborhood, they had found my collection of ‘special’ videos that were in my entertainment center. The video they happened to have selected was of women using a strap-on with guys. As we sat there and the first scene started, I could feel that ever familiar blood flow feeling within my cock. Once I saw that strap-on slide into the guy’s ass on the screen, my cock sprang to full erection. I pushed my ass forward on the couch and leaned back. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Ted was eyeballing my hard cock. He leaned in and whispered in my ear to stroke my cock. He told me to stroke my cock and shoot my load of cum all over my chest. What with the guy on the screen getting fucked by a beautiful woman with a strap-on and me sitting in the room naked with my cock in my hand and four guys watching was almost too much for me to take. It wasn’t long before my cock released the load of cum that had been building most of the night. I was so excited and turned on that that I shot such a huge load of cum and so far that it landed on my face, my chest, and my stomach. I had cum dripping from my lips which I quickly licked up and swallowed without even thinking. I had swallowed my own cum before as well as cum from other guys in my past so it was only natural for me to lick the cum from my own lips. Once the excitement started to subside, I then realized what I had done. I had just licked my own cum from my lips in front of these four guys sitting in my living room watching me. Once my hard-on started to subside, I started to get up to get a towel and get cleaned up. I stood up and then felt a hand slide down my ass and then wrap around my thigh and pull me back onto the couch. Ted told me I wasn’t allowed to clean up and that I had to sit there with cum all over me until they allowed me to get cleaned up. Dan, who was sitting on my right then said that if I wanted to get cleaned up, that I could wipe it all up with my fingers and lick my fingers clean…the choice was mine. As I looked at him I could see the big bulge in shorts. I had this sudden urge to rip off his shorts and take his cock into my mouth and lick him clean. I restrained myself however as I wasn’t sure how far this was supposed to go and what exactly what was supposed to happen. I didn’t know it at the time, but if I had done that, no one would have complained. I did however wipe all that cum up with my fingers and lick them clean.
After another hour or so, John handed me the key to the bedroom and said that I could get cleaned up and get dressed as they all needed to get back home. After I got cleaned up and came back out to the living room, they were ready to leave.
“Well, you certainly are a man of your word. You do pay up on a losing bet.” Simon said to me.
“Like I said, I always pay my debts. Plus, I was the one who set the wager. I wouldn’t feel right not paying up a bet where I was the one who set the wager. I mean, I would have expected you guys to pay up if you had lost, so I knew I had to as well. Besides, now that you know I pay off my bets, when I win one you better be ready to pay up as well. Payback is a bitch.” I said with a chuckle in my voice.
“Sounds good to me,” Jon said, “so next weekend are we on for some more football and betting?”
“Damn right.” I replied. “I’ll check the schedule to see who’s playing and when. But, no matter who wins, the bet doesn’t get paid off until the end of the night game. Deal?”
“Deal.” They all replied.
Once we said our goodbyes for the night and they left the house, I immediately stripped down to nothing, put in a gay porno, settled onto the couch, and stroked my cock once more. The night had produced excitement and pleasure that had me hard again in no time. It got to the point where I wasn’t even watching the porno anymore but had my eyes shut and was thinking about Ted and Dan’s hard cocks showing through their shorts and how bad I wanted to suck them off. Then my mind drifted to the previous weekend when I was able to see John’s big cock hanging out of his boxer shorts and how bad I wanted to suck on that cock and feel it fill my ass. With that I shot my second load of hot cum all over my face and licked my lips once more wondering if the others tasted just as sweet. I had never fantasized in this fashion before and I couldn’t help but feel a bit disgusted with myself at the fantasies filling my mind. Yes, I had been with men before but I never actively pursued men. I never had the cravings that I was now having.
The rest of the week I spent researching the teams that were playing that coming weekend and figuring out which team would give me the best odds to win as well as what I would make them do if I did win. At the same time however, I was a bit nervous as to what would happen to me if I were to lose the bet. I was also a bit worried about what would happen if I got too excited sitting there with them and having flashbacks as well as the fantasies. Should I allow it happen or should I try to hide that side of me that was now rearing its head of desire and fascination? I resolved myself to get through the week and try not to think about things too much and let the weekend reveal itself as it will.
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