Control Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

Control Ch. 4

... out, asshole,” I laughed.

“You keep that thing away from my asshole,” he laughed, pushing his shorts down. His cock was as hard as mine and his balls hung low. He was impressively thick but his length just didn’t match my own. Still, he didn’t concede defeat.

“We need to measure them,” he suggested.

“What for?” I grumbled, “I’m definitely longer. Besides, I don’t have anything to measure with.”

“Well, I’m not going to lose without some kind of measurement.”

I looked at his cock, his balls shaved like mine, hard and with an upward curve. Just the opposite of mine. He knew as well as I did that he had lost. He was trying to get out of paying up. I wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Look, asshole,” I began, my tone a tad sharper, “You can see that I’m bigger. But if we have to do it, come here.”

James just stood there looking at my cock, knowing he had lost. Shaking my head, I reached for him, taking his bent cock in hand and pulling him to me, I put his shaft next to mine to compare. Both our cocks in my right hand, I let him see that mine, even with the more pronounced downward bend, was touching his thigh while his was a good inch away from mine. Surprised as he was that I was holding his dick, he made no effort to pull away. I noticed his heart beating very quickly and his breathing was slow and very deep.

Thinking that he was about to come, I released him from my grip. James, apparently didn’t expect me to touch him like that and I could tell that ...

... he swooned nervously.

“You alright?” I asked.

After a few seconds, his eyes a bit glazed but still fixed on my cock, he answered, “Uh, yeah.”

“Time to pay up, bud.”

“Wait,” he balked, “You don’t really expect me to do it, do you?”

“A bet is a bet and we shook on it.” I answered, “If you back out, then you’re a fucking coward.”

“I’m not a coward, but.”

“But nothing,” I demanded, maybe a bit too loudly, “You need to pay up.”

I noticed his dick beginning to wilt but he was still standing there, shorts around his ankles, staring at my dick, “Look, I’ve never um. I ain’t never done this so you probably won’t like it.”

“Nothing to it,” I said before thinking.

“You’ve done it?” he asked in surprise.

Thinking back to my sister’s advice, “Own it.” I answered honestly, “Yes. Once.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know if I should say. I mean I don’t want it to get out.”

“You think I want this getting out?” James asked, “I promise not to tell.”

“Okay,” I conceded, “But only after you pay up. Then I know you aren’t going to tell.”

“What should I do first?” He asked.

“Uhm, let’s see,” I said, trying to make up my mind where to let him do it. Call me lazy but I wanted to lay on my bed. Kicking my shorts to the side, I told him to get on the bed. I laid back with my legs apart, my cock stiff and throbbing, “Now get between my legs and stroke it for me.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” He protested.

“Look, asshole,” I hissed, “You need to try and get ...