After a couple minutes of arguing, the two of you decide to head in one direction until you come to something civilized, hopefully.
You set off at an amazing speed, loping through the woods effortlessly, never tiring. Hours pass and the sun is high over your heads, yet you feel no tiring or strangely, hunger, at all. After a few more hours, you hit a well beaten dirt trail running through the woods, and you follow it for the remainder of the day. That evening, you come to a grassy clearing, and decide to spend the night there. Your new eyes are extremely powerful, and you can still make out objects like leaves in the dark. You really do have cat's eyes. The two of you bid one another good night, but neither of you are tired, and you toss and turn for what seems like over an hour. Finally, Jake says, "I can't fall asleep."
You sit up. "Neither can I..."
"Whaddaya want to do?" asks Jake. "I have no idea," you answer.
Theres a long pause. "How about a meat race?" asks Jake through the dark.
"What's that?" you ask.
"It's when we both jack-off, and whoever cums first is the winner, and the loser has to do a penalty."
"WHAT?" you ask, creeped out, but amused. "Are you serious?!"
There's an awkward silence, and then Jake says, "Yeah, I am. You chicken?"
You feel your dick rising as the idea of actually doing this passes through your head. It strains at the loincloth, and you answer, "Whatever, you're gonna regret this, cause you're gonna be losing!"
"Is that how it is?"
"Hell yeah, Jake! You're gonna lose horribly!"
Jake is silent for a second. "Want to up the ante a bit?"
"Sure. How?"
"Loser has to be slave to winner for a week."
"Sure, I guess. I don't know what I'll make you do when you lose though," you reply.
"Ok," Jake says, "Wanna do this standing up, or what?"
"Ok."
You rise to your feet. You can see Jake clearly in the dark, and as he pulls down his loincloth, his full erection pops into view. Avoiding his gaze, you look down.
"C'mon," he says, "Take off your loincloth!"
Slowly you slip it down and off, and let it drop to the ground. You have a raging hard erection, aroused by your nudity and at the situation.
"Ok," you say, "Should we begin?"
"Yeah. Go!" he replies, and you see him grab his dick and start pumping away. You wrap your fingers around your dick and it's definitely more sensitive than it was before. Normally, only the head of your dick would be sensitive, but now your shaft is as sensitive as your head was before, and the head of your dick is even more sensitive. Your chest clenches as you begin your first stroke, your dick feeling every square millimeter of your fingers on it. You start to pump in and out, and waves of pleasure course through you. You try to think of some girls, but your friend's body keeps popping into your mind, and after a few moments, you give up, and masturbate to him. You hear sharp inhalations coming from Jake, and he moans out "Oh! OH!" within a few minutes. You see the white cum spurt out of his dick, and he pushes his dick outwards in pleasure, closing his eyes.
The sight of that brings you closer and closer to cumming, until finally, nearly a minute after he does, you eject your load, groaning in pleasure, eyes tightly shut.
You open your eyes to see Jake sitting on the ground, grinning at you. "Look at you..." he says. "What was that, a full minute after me? I think it's penalty time!"
You start to put on your loincloth, feeling self-conscious, but he stops you. "My first command is for you not wear anything for the rest of the night. ..."
"Aw, c'mon, Jake! That's not cool!" you protest.
"Hey, you lost the race! You have to be slave and that's what I chose! Now give me the loincloth!"
"C'mon, give me a different one one!" He shakes his head.
Jake lies back on the ground. "Well then, let me think..." He lies there for a few seconds. "Yeah, then give me a blow-job AND you have to take off the loincloth."
"WHAT?!"
"Blow-job and loincloth."
"No way!"
"Yes way! C'mon Steve, you've already tried to chicken out of the last one!"
"Jake, both of them are ridiculous, you can't possibly want me to... SUCK you! That's gay!"
"Look, Steve, I've never gotten a blow-job, and I don't give a damn whether it's from a guy or a girl. Now give me the loincloth and get going!"
You've always wondered what it would be like giving a blowjob, but never actually thought you'd get to have the chance. You feel a lurch of excitement, but still pretend to not want to do it, cause you're nervous.
"Jake, are you really serious?"
"Yeah! C'mon!" |