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Sowing Wild Oats, Ch. 2: The bet

Rob got to the court just at eleven. It was in total darkness. Rick must
be running late, he thought. He'd not come up with any good ideas for
the bet, as he had worked on an essay to leave the rest of the weekend
clear. He snapped on the lights.

"What the fuck!" he exclaimed, when he saw Rick lying spread-eagle on
his back on the court, wearing nothing but a hard-on, socks and running
shoes.

"Maybe later," grinned Rick as he got up and dusted himself off. "I've
had an idea that should make your uncle and my dad happy when we tell
them about it. We should have a lot of fun too. I know I haven't been
this turned on in a long time."

"You gone nuts? Where are your clothes? Aren't we playing tennis?"

"No, I'm not nuts. My clothes are locked in my dorm room, and I can't
get back in until Sunday night. And yes, we're playing tennis. The
stakes are your clothes - winner gets them. Strip off and let's get
started if you're going to play."

"Huh? You're gonna play tennis in the nude? What do you mean - my
clothes? You're crazy if you think I'm ..." Rob paused. "Or, maybe
you're right. This would be different. What if we get caught? And, why
have you got a boner?"

"I have a boner because of the risk. If you strip off, you'll find out.
The breeze helps too. But let's start soon; I'm getting cold." Rick
started running on the spot and flapping his arms, while Rob watched,
frozen like a deer in car headlights. "Come on, you wanted to do
something freaky. Doesn't this count, or is it too boring? Now get
moving - I don't want your clothes all sweaty when I win."

Rob set down the tin of tennis balls and his racket and started to pull
off his polo shirt. "No this isn't boring, but I'm confused. How did you
get locked out? You sure you don't want me to get you some clothes from
my room?"

Jogging more sedately, Rick said, "I thought about what you said this
afternoon and figured your uncle was right. We need some adventures.
When I was working in the library tonight, I looked up what college kids
used to do. There was a lot of naked stuff and things like eating
goldfish. I figured that nude tennis fit in nicely, and as it's late on
Friday night with most of the campus away and the rest getting drunk,
there isn't a whole lot of risk of getting caught. Plus, we needed a
better bet than  paying for beer. Hell, we have tons of money, so that
doesn't mean anything. I figured if I came here and suggested it, you'd
talk me out of it, so I made sure that I, at least, had no choice. After
I showered, I put on my shoes and socks, put everything else away and
then locked myself out. That way, even if you won't go along with it,
I'll get an adventure. So, I'm playing tennis like this - care to join
me?", he grinned.

By now, Rob had his shirt off, but was still dubious about proceeding.
"Even if I don't strip off, you're playing naked?"

"Duh. What choice to I have?" Rick frowned as Rob pointed back to the
dorm. "Why should I get dressed before the game, after going to all the
trouble to make sure I can't. Now, are you happy with the stakes, or are
you just offering your shirt? I guess you think I'll trounce you for a
change."

Rob flushed red and started to remove his shorts. "What are the stakes
exactly? Loser goes naked for the weekend? And what are we playing? The
usual, best two sets of three?"

"Well, the stakes are negotiable, beyond the basic that the winner gets
your clothes. We have the whole weekend. I'd rather leave things open,
so we can have other adventures, or chicken out for a bit if it gets to
be too much. This is supposed to be fun, so we don't want to get too
committed to anything in case it goes sour. Two of three sets is what I
had in mind. Why don't we say that the winner also decides the next
adventure, just to spice it up a bit."

As Rob threw his shorts over onto his shirt, he laughed, "Spice it up!
Next you'll tell me that the TV crew will be here in 5 minutes." As he
pulled down his jock, Rob's cock sprang up too, and he gave it a little
tug.

"Hey, stop that! No touching your dick unless you win. Winner decides
that too." Rick wagged his finger.

"Are you finished making up rules yet? I'm ready to start" said Rob as
he tossed his jock over onto the pile of clothes. "Who's got first
serve?"

Rick laughed again, "No more rules. I get first serve as challenger."

... continued in Ch. 3: The match begins

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