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“There’s no fucking way” Cole said, animated, as always. “Have you even been watching them lately, bro? They’re on fucking fire”.
Cole was quite literally the definition of a college frat boy. Everything, from his voice to his appearance, seemed to be entirely based around some sort of Hollywood college flick, but that wasn’t exactly unusual within our group of friends.
Of course, he was hot. In fact, being hot was something of an unspoken requirement to even exist in our circle of friends, though Cole was arguably the most big-headed about his looks.
Everything about the nineteen year old was pristine. His golden hair, his flawless skin, his trendy clothes. Hell, even the guy’s fingernails were perfectly groomed, which was surprising considering that most of his life was spent on a football field.
Needless to say, Cole had no lack of female attention and it had only taken him a matter of weeks in our first year before he became known as something of a lady’s man. That didn’t bother him, of course. He wore the badge with pride, and it didn’t seem to deter said ladies, either, given that he’d been with almost every single one of them.
“I don’t know, man” I said, as the two of us watched the game. “I just don’t think they’re gonna’ win it this year”.
“Bullshit” he scoffed, draining an entire can of beer down his throat and belching loudly. “I’d put my house on it”.
“You don’t have a house” I reminded him, as he got to his feet and belched again.
“If I did, I’d put it on them winning”.
I watched Cole as he walked out to the kitchen to get another beer. There was no denying that he was extremely impressive to look at, and although I had always preferred women to men, there was a tiny part of me that appreciated how handsome he was.
“Think fast” he said, launching a beer at me. Luckily, I caught it and shook my head as he laughed. Cole was like that. He didn’t think about things before he did them. Some would call it spontaneous, though I called it stupidity.
“They’re so weak at the back, bro” I said, as the game continued, but Cole ignored me as his team played. If there was anything in the world that he enjoyed more than sex, it was football.
“Ha!” He shouted, when his team scored, “I fucking told you. I told you!”
He wrapped his strong arm around my neck and dragged his knuckles back and forth over my head as I grimaced. I was quite strong, but Cole was stronger, and only when he’d had his fun, did he finally stop.
“You’re an idiot, you know that?” I growled, as I fixed my hair. He simply laughed in response.
We were best friends, mainly because we shared a bedroom and had many of the same interests, but Cole was also a giant douche. Something which I liked to remind him every so often, and although we hadn’t known each other in high school, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that he was a nerd’s worst nightmare.
I watched him as he grinned smugly and cracked open his beer, and as I did, an idea struck me. It wasn’t thought out or even considered, and the only reason it even came to me was because I wanted to wipe the puffed up look off his face, but I smirked as I nudged him.
“If you’re so confident that they’ll win next week” I said, catching his attention almost instantly, “then let’s bet on it”.
Cole scoffed at me. “What do you have that I need?” He asked, which was a good question. Cole’s family was extremely wealthy, and although I wasn’t particularly impoverished, I certainly didn’t come close to him.
“I don’t know” I shrugged, “but maybe it doesn’t have to be an actual thing”.
I could see the cogs spinning in his head as his eyes narrowed. Truthfully, at that moment, I wasn’t even thinking of anything sexual, but after a few seconds, Cole smiled.
“Alright” he nodded, “deal”.
I shook his hand and turned back to the television. I didn’t realise it at the time, but the deal that we’d just made would change my life.
It popped into my head a few times throughout the week when I had nothing else to think about, but I can’t say that I gave it much thought. We were friends, and this was simply a game between us, and I knew that the winner would likely have the loser do something stupid or dangerous, just for a laugh.
The sexual element also hit me once or twice. The idea of having Cole strip naked in front of me or potentially even run through campus in nothing more than a pair of sneakers was, admittedly, almost exciting.
There were times when I’d let my mind wander, and picture Cole doing something even more sexual than just removing his clothes. I wasn’t particularly proud of myself for having those thoughts, and the most concerning part was that whenever I did, I’d feel my dick begin to stir.
I wasn’t gay. That much, I was certain of. I’d had plenty of girlfriends throughout my life, and had enough experience with them to know that there were few things I liked more than going down on a hot chick.
Yet, there had always been a niggling suspicion in the back of my mind that, given the right situation and the right time, I might have been easily convinced to try something else. Something male.
It was nothing more than a thought, though. An idea or potentially even a crazy moment of madness. I didn’t find men attractive, nor did I ever imagine myself actually going through with anything, but there was something about Cole that I just couldn’t put my finger on.
He seemed to forget about the deal as the days went by. His attention was on the game, which wasn’t surprising, and he didn’t mention the bet that we had until the night before when he walked from our shared bathroom wearing just his boxer briefs.
“I was thinking” he said, as I adjusted my eyes. I’d seen my roommate half naked more times than I could even count, though I was yet to see the real thing. “How about we spice things up a little?”
I put down my phone and watched as he sat on the edge of his bed. I couldn’t help but admire the handsome man, and I could certainly see why he was so popular among the women of the college. I shrugged my shoulders.
“What do you mean?”
“Well” he said, “it’s a big game, and you seem pretty sure that they’re going to lose, so why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”
My heart fluttered slightly, though I knew that Cole was most definitely not thinking of the same things that I was.
“Go on” I said, and he rubbed his hands together, eagerly.
“Instead of the loser doing one thing of the winner’s choice, why don’t we make it an entire week?”
My eyes widened. Knowing Cole, he’d have me wait on him hand and foot if I lost, and I imagined myself running across campus wearing a maid’s outfit, bringing him beers and pizzas whenever he demanded it.
“A week?” I replied, somewhat regretting the whole thing.
“If you’re so sure that they’ll lose” he shrugged, smirking at me, “then what’s the problem?”
I was sure. His team had gotten by on luck and luck alone, and I wasn’t confident of their chances. Sure, if they won then Cole would have a personal servant for a week, but if they didn’t, then I’d have seven days to do whatever I wanted to him. The idea was as much nerve-racking as it was exciting.
“Fine” I said, eventually, trying to play it off as nothing more than a bit of fun. “But we should probably set some ground rules, first” I added.
Cole was borderline crazy. Despite the fact that this would probably turn out to be nothing more than some stupid game, I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d go too far. He wasn’t exactly known for being very level-headed.
My roommate lay back on his bed, and as he did, I got a quick glimpse of his large bulge. It left little to my imagination, and for just a second, I imagined him naked, with no boxer briefs covering him, and the impressive package on full display. It sent a shiver of excitement up my spine as he grinned to himself.
“Rules?” He scoffed, “who needs rules?”
As I rolled my eyes and picked back up my phone, I couldn’t decide whether I’d just made the best decision of my life, or the worst mistake of my life. One thing was for sure; I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
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“There’s no fucking way” Cole said, animated, as always. “Have you even been watching them lately, bro? They’re on fucking fire”.
Cole was quite literally the definition of a college frat boy. Everything, from his voice to his appearance, seemed to be entirely based around some sort of Hollywood college flick, but that wasn’t exactly unusual within our group of friends.
Of course, he was hot. In fact, being hot was something of an unspoken requirement to even exist in our circle of friends, though Cole was arguably the most big-headed about his looks.
Everything about the nineteen year old was pristine. His golden hair, his flawless skin, his trendy clothes. Hell, even the guy’s fingernails were perfectly groomed, which was surprising considering that most of his life was spent on a football field.
Needless to say, Cole had no lack of female attention and it had only taken him a matter of weeks in our first year before he became known as something of a lady’s man. That didn’t bother him, of course. He wore the badge with pride, and it didn’t seem to deter said ladies, either, given that he’d been with almost every single one of them.
“I don’t know, man” I said, as the two of us watched the game. “I just don’t think they’re gonna’ win it this year”.
“Bullshit” he scoffed, draining an entire can of beer down his throat and belching loudly. “I’d put my house on it”.
“You don’t have a house” I reminded him, as he got to his feet and belched again.
“If I did, I’d put it on them winning”.
I watched Cole as he walked out to the kitchen to get another beer. There was no denying that he was extremely impressive to look at, and although I had always preferred women to men, there was a tiny part of me that appreciated how handsome he was.
“Think fast” he said, launching a beer at me. Luckily, I caught it and shook my head as he laughed. Cole was like that. He didn’t think about things before he did them. Some would call it spontaneous, though I called it stupidity.
“They’re so weak at the back, bro” I said, as the game continued, but Cole ignored me as his team played. If there was anything in the world that he enjoyed more than sex, it was football.
“Ha!” He shouted, when his team scored, “I fucking told you. I told you!”
He wrapped his strong arm around my neck and dragged his knuckles back and forth over my head as I grimaced. I was quite strong, but Cole was stronger, and only when he’d had his fun, did he finally stop.
“You’re an idiot, you know that?” I growled, as I fixed my hair. He simply laughed in response.
We were best friends, mainly because we shared a bedroom and had many of the same interests, but Cole was also a giant douche. Something which I liked to remind him every so often, and although we hadn’t known each other in high school, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that he was a nerd’s worst nightmare.
I watched him as he grinned smugly and cracked open his beer, and as I did, an idea struck me. It wasn’t thought out or even considered, and the only reason it even came to me was because I wanted to wipe the puffed up look off his face, but I smirked as I nudged him.
“If you’re so confident that they’ll win next week” I said, catching his attention almost instantly, “then let’s bet on it”.
Cole scoffed at me. “What do you have that I need?” He asked, which was a good question. Cole’s family was extremely wealthy, and although I wasn’t particularly impoverished, I certainly didn’t come close to him.
“I don’t know” I shrugged, “but maybe it doesn’t have to be an actual thing”.
I could see the cogs spinning in his head as his eyes narrowed. Truthfully, at that moment, I wasn’t even thinking of anything sexual, but after a few seconds, Cole smiled.
“Alright” he nodded, “deal”.
I shook his hand and turned back to the television. I didn’t realise it at the time, but the deal that we’d just made would change my life.
It popped into my head a few times throughout the week when I had nothing else to think about, but I can’t say that I gave it much thought. We were friends, and this was simply a game between us, and I knew that the winner would likely have the loser do something stupid or dangerous, just for a laugh.
The sexual element also hit me once or twice. The idea of having Cole strip naked in front of me or potentially even run through campus in nothing more than a pair of sneakers was, admittedly, almost exciting.
There were times when I’d let my mind wander, and picture Cole doing something even more sexual than just removing his clothes. I wasn’t particularly proud of myself for having those thoughts, and the most concerning part was that whenever I did, I’d feel my dick begin to stir.
I wasn’t gay. That much, I was certain of. I’d had plenty of girlfriends throughout my life, and had enough experience with them to know that there were few things I liked more than going down on a hot chick.
Yet, there had always been a niggling suspicion in the back of my mind that, given the right situation and the right time, I might have been easily convinced to try something else. Something male.
It was nothing more than a thought, though. An idea or potentially even a crazy moment of madness. I didn’t find men attractive, nor did I ever imagine myself actually going through with anything, but there was something about Cole that I just couldn’t put my finger on.
He seemed to forget about the deal as the days went by. His attention was on the game, which wasn’t surprising, and he didn’t mention the bet that we had until the night before when he walked from our shared bathroom wearing just his boxer briefs.
“I was thinking” he said, as I adjusted my eyes. I’d seen my roommate half naked more times than I could even count, though I was yet to see the real thing. “How about we spice things up a little?”
I put down my phone and watched as he sat on the edge of his bed. I couldn’t help but admire the handsome man, and I could certainly see why he was so popular among the women of the college. I shrugged my shoulders.
“What do you mean?”
“Well” he said, “it’s a big game, and you seem pretty sure that they’re going to lose, so why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”
My heart fluttered slightly, though I knew that Cole was most definitely not thinking of the same things that I was.
“Go on” I said, and he rubbed his hands together, eagerly.
“Instead of the loser doing one thing of the winner’s choice, why don’t we make it an entire week?”
My eyes widened. Knowing Cole, he’d have me wait on him hand and foot if I lost, and I imagined myself running across campus wearing a maid’s outfit, bringing him beers and pizzas whenever he demanded it.
“A week?” I replied, somewhat regretting the whole thing.
“If you’re so sure that they’ll lose” he shrugged, smirking at me, “then what’s the problem?”
I was sure. His team had gotten by on luck and luck alone, and I wasn’t confident of their chances. Sure, if they won then Cole would have a personal servant for a week, but if they didn’t, then I’d have seven days to do whatever I wanted to him. The idea was as much nerve-racking as it was exciting.
“Fine” I said, eventually, trying to play it off as nothing more than a bit of fun. “But we should probably set some ground rules, first” I added.
Cole was borderline crazy. Despite the fact that this would probably turn out to be nothing more than some stupid game, I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d go too far. He wasn’t exactly known for being very level-headed.
My roommate lay back on his bed, and as he did, I got a quick glimpse of his large bulge. It left little to my imagination, and for just a second, I imagined him naked, with no boxer briefs covering him, and the impressive package on full display. It sent a shiver of excitement up my spine as he grinned to himself.
“Rules?” He scoffed, “who needs rules?”
As I rolled my eyes and picked back up my phone, I couldn’t decide whether I’d just made the best decision of my life, or the worst mistake of my life. One thing was for sure; I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
I hope you're enjoying my stories! If you are, please consider supporting my work through Patreon. I'm a full time gay erotic writer and by subscribing, you'll get access to hundreds of stories instantly, with new ones posted Monday to Friday! From mild to wild, romantic to kinky, you're guaranteed to find something for you!
