Good Luck Charm- Part 1/2

When a sexy man comes into your inbox and says that he'd love to pose for one of your stories, there should be no hesitation when replying. That's what happened when Marc first got in touch with me, and we started planning out this story. All of the photos for both parts will be featured for VIP members in the server, but there is a teaser or two here to entice you to upgrade. The second part is coming this Saturday!

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I could hear the guys inside, already cheering at one of the games on one of the multiple screens in Jack’s living room, as I walked up the sidewalk to the front door. Jack had been hosting football Saturdays for as long as I could remember, and most of them consisted of a couple of boxes of pizza and a six pack per guy that we’d all share.

In our fantasy football league, we’d drafted our guys and set our bets, and now, it was time for the first big loser of the season to receive their punishment. Half of us had lost of course, but I’d been the only one to get shut out with zero points for my team which meant that I was the first one to earn a forfeit. Shutouts normally only happened once or twice a season, and it was the first one that I’d gotten in years.

“There he is!”

Jack had clearly already started in on his six pack, and he grabbed the one out of my hands to go cool off in the garage fridge. Only two guys were missing now, and I surveyed the six other guys in the room with me. Some were old friends from high school, and some were guys we’d met through Jack. Ian, the newest addition, knew Jack through a mutual work friend, and he’d been the one to actually introduce this dare.

We always placed our selected forfeits in a hat, and Jack would draw one to put on deck. He’d read out the name of who submitted it, but the actual dare would remain a secret until it was needed. It had only been clipped onto his fridge for a week before it would be my turn to read it.

“Hey, it happened to me, so I feel like it’s fair game.”

“Fuck Ian, what if it happens to you again?”

“Then I’ll be blushing as red as my shirt all over again.”

I’d been drunk last week when he submitted it, and I’d been dying to know what it was. I just wish I knew then that I’d be the guy to find out first.

Once the last guy showed up, it was finally time to read the dare at the next commercial break. Stepping up to the fridge, I unfolded the piece of paper and read it aloud:

“You must be everyone’s waiter for the rest of the night.” Looking up at the guys, I just shrugged my shoulders at the harmless forfeit that Ian had been hyping up this whole time. “This is supposed to be hard?”

“Open it all the way.”

Looking back at the paper, I saw that the paper had been folded into fourths, and I’d just revealed half of the message. Opening it all the way, I read the last condition of the forfeit:

“…in whatever outfit that the other guys choose.”

Catcalls headed my way even though only a few of the guys here were gay. A few of them were even married to women, but I think they just whooped it up as well since it hadn’t happened to them.

“Very funny, Ian, but I guess I’ll get started- who wants another beer?”

Every hand shot up.

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Other than being everyone’s bitch and grabbing refills and snacks, nothing seemed too extreme until it was time for my team’s game to start. I usually wore one of my jerseys, but I hadn’t done laundry in a while so that plan was out. I had an old practice football jersey from high school still in my closet, so I wore that instead.

“Hey Marc, I’ve been meaning to tell you- I really like that jersey you’ve got on.”

Looking down, I made a weird face since it wasn’t anything special before I realized what he was going to do- Ian was about to pull out a shirt of the rival team for me to wear.

“Why don’t you let me try it on?”

Well. that wasn’t what I was expecting… Pulling off my jersey, I watched as Ian put it on for a second before he took it off once satisfied. I reached to grab it back, but he wasn’t offering it up.

“I may not want to wear it right now, but I think you look better without it.”

He just grinned up at me with his empty glass outstretched, and there was nothing I could do about it. Heading into the garage, the chill from the old fridge got my nipples hard in seconds, and the guys didn’t miss a beat to rag on me for it once I got back inside. I was trying to watch my team play now, but Jack was up next once the commercials started.

“Hey Marc, do you still have that same good luck ritual for games that you had back in college?”

I was staring daggers at him, but he wasn’t backing down. Especially not after some of the other guys started chiming in as well with curiosity.

“I do for big games- yes.”

I was hoping that he was just trying to get a rise out of me, but no such luck.

“Why don’t you show everyone what you do to ensure that your team has good luck?”

I whispered fuck you to him under my breath, but he didn’t even hear it as more cheers drowned out the insurance commercial that we’d seen at least a dozen times so far today. Pulling down my shorts, I showed off the jockstrap that I secretly wore under every outfit when I was watching my guys play. Well, it had been a secret until now…

I’d been working out my senior year of high school at our gym when I found out that I’d earned a baseball scholarship at my dream school. I’d been wearing the same jockstrap under my uniform when I nailed my first home run my freshman year as well a year later. Once we made it to the playoffs for the first time in a decade while I was wearing it sophomore year, I knew that it was lucky. And now, the rest of the guys knew too as they made me spin around to show them that it was indeed a jockstrap and not a pair of briefs.

“Fuck man, that’s even more embarrassing than being naked!”

“It just feels so wrong to see you in a jockstrap…”

Ian was loving that everyone was getting in on it, but he was ready for the final punch.

“It does seem super embarrassing, so I guess we’ve had enough of this charade. Maybe you should just take the jockstrap off?”

“What?!”

The dare said that I could be made to wear any outfit, but I didn’t think that my birthday suit was an option. The guys were chanting “Off, off, off” and I had a decision to make. Was I going to bitch out, or was I going to get naked for every guy here? Unfortunately for me, there was really only one decision, so moving my hands away from my crotch, I started pulling the jockstrap off.

My heartbeat was racing as the sweaty fabric descended down my legs, and in just a few seconds that felt like an hour, I was completely and totally naked. I had covered my dick with my hands again in that familiar pose, but the guys weren’t having it- they needed to see more.

Dropping my hands, my heavy dick flopped into view, and Trevor, who was sitting right next to me, even reached up a hand to graze my ass. He was hamming it up and laughing, but his touch seemed too tender not to be genuine.

“Fine, are you happy now?”

Their continued stares had their answer for me- they weren’t done punishing me yet…