A Jock's Bet

Now that college football is assuredly back, I knew that I had to come up with some way to celebrate. The story idea was obvious, but I decided to take it up a notch and actually go through with whatever the main character was going through. I even moved my tv to get the best camera angle. In this free story, I'll even post a few sneak peeks below, but VIP members will get every video in the Discord server. Go team!

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It barely took any time at all for everything to come crumbling down around him. The play was one of the shorter ones of the game- busted coverage left a gap right in front of the quarterback, and the tackler ran right through. He never saw it coming until he was lying on the ground, clutching his leg in pain as the cameras cut away from him.

“Fuck!”

That pained yell came from me as my friends snickered behind me. They weren’t laughing at the injury- none of us were fans that needed a win that badly. No, they were laughing at what was about to happen to me as the tied 21-21 game kept playing on the tv.

As play resumed, the back-up quarterback (or should I say back-up to the back-up that was also on the injured list) tried his hardest, but he couldn’t make a single worthy play. My team went three and out, and that’s where it all went downhill.

The next play was a punt return that should never have been allowed, but everyone on my team seemed to have lead in their shoes as they missed every tackle. The opposing runner strode into the endzone and was able to even let off on the gas a bit once he made it past the twenty yard line.

“Okay Ian, you know what to do.”

“Fuck you guys.”

“That can be arranged if you want…”

Reaching up to my collar, I began unbuttoning my shirt before throwing it to the guys on the sofa behind me. They looked completely at ease as I stood stressed near the tv as I kept jumping out of my chair.

I’d barely even turned back around before it got worse. Their kicker was a monster, and he booted the ball into the air so high that the camera crew lost it for a second. Our kickoff returner apparently lost it as well as it bounced near him and started its bounce towards the endzone. Throwing his arms up, he accidentally touched the ball which meant that he had possession even if he truly didn’t. He went running after it but not before one player from the other team got there first. Grabbing it, he dove into the endzone. A touchdown. They’d gotten another touchdown before we had even made a play of our own.

The error by the returner couldn’t be understated, but I think I’d made a bigger error when I’d drunkenly made this bet a few hours ago. For some reason, I bet that their team wouldn’t make it above twenty points. Any touchdown after that would equal one item of clothing for me. As my face blushed just as red as my shirt had been, I knew what was coming next even before my friends did.

“Okay guys, you’re had your fun, but I’m calling it now.”

“No way man- you’d never let us back down from a bet like this. Those shorts are ours!”

“Ryan, knock it off.”

“Ian, either you take them or I do.”

My best friend was standing up now as well, and I knew that I had no choice. Even if I wanted to, he was between me and the door.

“Fine, fine… but I guess I need to tell you that I have a lucky pair of underwear. Well, they used to be lucky…”

I was about to start rambling on about them, but I knew that I was stalling and making it worse. Sucking in a deep breath, I reached my hands down to my waistband and dropped my shorts to the ground to reveal the red, lace-up jockstrap that was now my only bit of protection.

“What the fuck is that?”

“You buy that down at the sex shop near the interstate?”

I was blushing now harder than I had ever blushed before, and I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest to try and hide as much skin as I could. That was futile though- as the game progressed with no points added to the scoreboard, my friends were only half-focused as they kept darting glances over at me. I was mortified- it almost would have been better to just get it over with and get fully naked than to be seen like this.

At least that’s what I thought until my friends’ team finally scored again to cement my fate.

“Okay, stud- let’s get you untied”

They were loving it, and there was nothing I could do to fight back even as Thomas held up his phone to record it all. Pulling open the string tying up the front, I felt my cock chubbing up a bit, and the cheap fabric couldn’t do anything to stop it. Stuffing one hand in front of me, I lowered my last shred of clothing to the floor and stood naked in front of the guys I’d known for years.

“Time for the big reveal!”

Not even the alcohol flowing through my veins could help mask how humiliated I was, but I just had to get this over with now. Throwing my hands into the air, I let the catcalls wash over me, turning my cheeks just as red as my jock had been. Waving my cock around, I tried to ham it up, but I think my friends could tell how embarrassed I was. They’d use that against me for sure every single that they would retell this story for years to come.

“Fuck y’all- I’m getting another drink.”

“Just get us all one, sweet cheeks. We still have another quarter with you as our naked waiter.”