The Wager
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2004 ° All Rights Reserved
They had found a nice secluded spot
where no one ever bothered to come by. It was a perfect spot to have Ian pay
his debt off and yet Scott felt slightly uneasy. After all Ian had been his
target for the entire senior year and now, thanks to his skills at pool he
was going to have what he had been dreaming about all year long.
The way Ian looked at him, the
piercing eyes and cold stare, the lips held tightly together stirred the
lust deep in Scott’s heart and yet he knew that it would not be like the
dreams. Ian’s disgust was evident or so it would seem as he slowly
unbutton the shirt and with a haughty expression he let the wind play with
the checked cotton fabric.
With his head looking over the top
of his own, Scott stared licking his lips as the tall torso was bared for
his eyes to feast on. He saw the ribs sticking out and the defined belly
glistening in the golden rays of the sun. It was more than he had hoped for
in one sense as he took in Ian’s firm muscular body.
His mouth went dry as he stared up
at Ian, seeing the eyes fixed firmly on his own as Ian’s hands moved down
to the faded denim of his pants. The multi coloured boxers showing enough to
make Scott’s eyes water in anticipation. Glancing upwards Scott knew that
Ian was wise to him and he struggled with the emotions. Would Ian continue
or would he laugh and take off?
Scott could hear the roar of his
heart pounding as Ian turned an glared at him with a strange almost sensual
look. Scott felt the lump in his own pants jerk as he stared at the golden
flesh being thrust at his eyes. The thin curl of Ian’s lips almost
inviting Scott to come forward to crush them with his own and yet he
couldn’t move. He felt paralyzed by the stare and the radiant beauty of
his high school friend.
The thin wisp of thick dark pubic
hair that peeked out from under the pushed down denims only made Scott’s
body tremble with a strange sense of exhilaration. His forehead was beaded
with his own sweat as he tried to remain calm, trying
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