Smash Bros Bets 02

Everyone is 18 and fully consenting.

Chapter 2: Beyond the Bets

“I can’t sleep. Can you do me one more time?”

His voice was soft, low enough that the others couldn’t hear. I glanced around the room. My brother, Logan and his other friends were still passed out on couches, the floor, even one curled up with a blanket next to the stairs. I nodded, barely, and lifted my blanket.

Trevor slipped in next to me, our bodies immediately pressing together. I could feel the weight of his dick against my thigh, the heat from his chest seeping into mine. It was quiet, but not peaceful. My heart was pounding.

For a moment, we just lay there like that. The blanket created a little cocoon around us, a hidden space where I could succumb to this weird new desire that Trevor had brought out of me. I wasn’t sure what we were doing, but it just felt so good to be touching him, though I was still scared of getting caught.

"Dude, they're gonna hear, should we go back upstairs?" I whispered urgently in his ear.

"Dude, relax, they're dead asleep. Watch."

"Logan," he said, notably louder than a whisper. I froze in fear, my head darting over to look at my brother, Logan, sleeping on the other side of the room.

He didn't move. No one did. I sighed in relief internally.

I pulled the blanket higher, draping it over our heads like a tent, and looked at him face to face.

"Dude," I whispered, "chill."

He smirked again. I could feel his breath on my face. I could smell the mintiness of gum.

His big, bare cock was hard as a rock and pressing against mine, which had stiffened too, straining in my shorts. I felt that familiar throb of adrenaline and desire, amplified by the fact that we were surrounded by sleeping bodies.

I decided not to waste any more time. I eased myself down and took him in my mouth again, slower this time and more deliberate. I stroked the length of his big shaft as I squelched my mouth on the first few inches. I was getting better at this, and he seemed to notice. He groaned softly and ran his fingers through my hair. It was like subtle praise, and it pushed me to keep going.

This time it was slower. Less frantic. I let my tongue explore him while he breathed hard and touched my head. I liked when he made little circles with his fingers and gave me tingles down my neck. His hand rested on the back of my head, less controlling this time, more like encouragement.

Then I heard a shift. The creak of the couch nearby.

“Dude,” a voice said in a hushed whisper. 

I froze. Trevor did too. He pulled his head out of the blanket to look.

It was Sam. One of Logan’s friends. He was sitting up now, squinting toward us in the dark. He blinked a few times, then just stared. 

“I knew I saw you two doing something earlier,” Sam muttered. “But this is gay as hell.”

Trevor didn’t move. I stayed where I was, Trevor’s cock still wet against my lips.

"He lost a bet," Trevor whispered, and I could sense a bit of cockiness in his voice.

Sam stood slowly and walked over, crouching beside us and pulling the blanket off me.

“Guys what the fuck,” he said, but his voice was almost impressed. He looked at me, not unkindly, then reached out. I felt his hand on my ass over my shorts, light at first. I gasped around Trevor’s cock. Does every guy just want their dick sucked, even if it’s from another guy?? I thought to myself, shocked but happy to have others in on the conspiracy.

"So," Sam said quietly while he rubbed me, "you guys wanna tell everyone about it or...?"

Trevor smirked and shook his head, and Sam pressed his hand inside my shorts, touching my ass directly. He took off his shirt and showed his eighteen year old jock body. I didn't realize he rivaled Trevor in the chest department. 

“You’re really into this,” Sam said as he watched me react to the touching. He squeezed my butt cheeks, gently exploring. I stayed laying on my side, and I felt them both now, one in front of me, one behind. I liked it, and put Trevor's dick back in my mouth.

Trevor stayed close, guiding his cock further into my mouth while Sam laid behind me, kissing my neck, teasing my hairless, teen ass with his strong fingers. We were all eighteen, and our bodies were on fire with young testosterone. I didn't really know what the fuck was going on, but the seal had been broken.

Trevor groaned. “He’s such a good little bet loser,” he whispered, almost proudly, and a little too loudly.

I was so far gone in that headspace, floating on sensation, I didn't even remember that there were seven other guys sleeping in the basement that we didn't want to wake up.

Sam was bold now. He pulled my shorts down to my knees, and rubbed his hand between my legs, palming my balls, and then my cock until I was quickly leaking. “You're a good boy” he whispered. “Guess you’re not as straight as you thought.”

I really should’ve cared that he said that, and that the other guys were right there. But I didn’t.

I was laying on my side, one guy in front, one behind. They had fully taken over, passing me back and forth like I was a horny little living sex toy for them. They pressed into me firmly, rocking me into each other. When Trevor turned me over, he took his turn to play with my ass while I sucked on Sam's leaking cock. I held on to Sam's hips and tried to keep my jaw relaxed.

Sam had more girth than Trevor, and a distinct curve. It hit different, but it didn’t take long to adjust. Dicks have the same focal points. I found his rhythm, and he started to fuck my face with control. I liked being used like that. He leaked a lot of pre-cum, and had a different taste than Trevore. Dissecting the new taste in my mouth gave me something to focus on while Trevor teased me from behind.

I had already learned that my job was simple once they started face fucking me: hold their ass, open my mouth, and take it.

Trevor put his giant dick up to my ass, and it brought me momentarily back to reality. The head was wet with spit, but when he pressed it to my hole, it just wouldn't go in. I winced. It wasn’t even the pain, more the sudden awareness of what we were actually doing.

He paused. I could feel him deflate a little behind me, like he didn’t want to mess it up. Then without a word, he pulled back. I heard him whisper something to Sam, and then the soft shuffle of him walking away.

A minute later, I heard the bathroom door creak open and shut. He returned holding a half-used tub of Vaseline, eyes focused, like he knew exactly what to do next.

He got straight to work, quietly greasing up my ass. My heart raced, and I could feel that nervous energy spike again. The lube was cold at first, making a shiver run through me. But when Trevor started rubbing his cock up and down my ass with it, the temperature seemed to change.

It warmed from the friction, and the anticipation. His motions were slow, steady. Sam was still in front of me, holding my head down, his cock thick and slick in my mouth. The contrast of both sensations had me zoned out in the best way.

Sam went balls deep in my throat and held me there, letting out a long breath just as Trevor pushed forward, careful this time, and found his way inside me.

He was patient. He didn’t force it. He let me adjust, breathe, and gasp around Sam's cock. I thought I’d cry out from the pressure, but I held my cool. I did make a lot of involuntary noises, but they were mostly muffled by Sam's cock.

Trevor held me tight from behind, breathing onto my neck and ear. The way they were both touching me, even connecting with each other through me, was overwhelming. At one point Sam’s hand slid down and brushed Trevor’s hip, like they were syncing their movements.

The numbness in my ass shifted, replaced by waves of tingles. Warmth spread through me. It wasn’t just physical anymore. I was starting to feel possessed by the moment, like I didn’t belong to myself.

Trevor kissed down the side of my neck as I relaxed, and Sam traced little shapes in my hair while I kept him in my throat as long as I could. I stayed in that trance, barely aware of the room around us. I wasn’t straight or gay or even thinking about labels. I was deep in it, just an eighteen year old high school boy discovering the joy of muscle and cock.

Trevor started thrusting harder, slamming into me with force while Sam used my mouth the same way. Trevor clearly wanted to see me squirm, and every reaction from me seemed to push him further.

He grunted and pressed down on the back of my neck, forcing my head deeper onto Sam’s cock. Then, without warning, he grabbed Sam’s ass and pulled him forward, shoving that thick, curved dick even deeper. I was being squished, and I loved that I had zero control over my body at that moment.

I gagged but didn’t pull back. My throat was adjusting, stretched to the limit, and somehow I kept going. The two of them were now basically using my body like a lubed up machine, coordinated and rough, as they fed off each other’s rhythm.

He leaned in close, breathing heavy in my ear. "Take all the dick. You really think you're still straight after this?"

The words hit different. They didn't feel like teasing anymore. It was more like a statement, a truth he was pulling out of me with every thrust. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mouth was full, and my body was already responding for me.

I was making slurping and squishing noises in both holes, and when Trevor reached around to jerk me off, I moaned into Sam’s shaft. It was loud, involuntary, and hot as hell. Trevor grunted in my ear as I felt him pulse deep inside me.

The timing was perfect. As his cum filled me, mine shot out onto Sam’s feet. I twitched from the overload while Sam kept going, relentless. I reached between his legs, fingers slick, and slipped one into his ass. He tensed hard, clearly caught off guard, but didn’t stop. I pushed another inch in and wiggled it around.

That did it. He groaned, hips jerking forward. His cock pulsed against my tongue, and this time I got to taste it. The cum sat hot and salty on my tongue for a second before I swallowed.

Sam pulled back quickly, breathing hard. He pulled up his shorts and shuffled back to the couch. He grabbed his phone like nothing happened, like he’d just woken up from a nap.

Trevor slid out of my hole with a wet pop and rolled onto his back, catching his breath. I shifted, flopping onto my stomach, the blanket still bunched up at my feet, but I was too warm from the experience to need a blanket yet. I was even sweating. My body felt spent and twitchy, but my mind was as calm as I could ever remember.

I turned my head to look at Trevor. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling like he was already dozing off, even though his big dick was still hanging out, resting on his thigh. For a second, it looked like the night might actually be over.

The room was still, until I heard someone else stir. I looked up, and flinched when I saw Jay, another one of Logan's jock friends. He was sitting cross-legged on his sleeping bag, just a few feet from us.

I guess the noise had woken him. He wasn’t saying anything. Just silently watching, hand moving slowly over the front of his shorts, his eyes fixed on my bare ass perked up in the cool air. He looked amused. We made eye contact for a moment, before I realized he was slowly rubbing himself over his shorts.