Bets: Chapter Four
#5 of Bets
A/N: Longest chapter so far! Thanks for reading! If my roomate goes home everyweekend, I should be able to continue one chapter a week (though probably not this coming weekend, as it's labor day and I'm going home).
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Seven could not come fast enough. I fretted over what to wear. Do I wear what I would if I were going on a date? Or do I wear something for going out with friends? Eventually, I decided on neither and just grabbed stuff out of my closet.
Best way to make decisions.
I figured it'd take me about ten minutes to get to Jesse's house so the moment the grandfather clock in the corner of the living room struck six-fifty I was out the door and in the car, with only a cursory good-bye to my mom.
The drive was shorter than I expected, so I arrived at his house three minutes early. If it were anyone but Jesse, I'd go ahead and go to the door. But I didn't want to do anything wrong. So I waited.
With one minute to go, I got out of my car and walked up to the porch of Jesse's house.
Oh shit.
Do I ring the doorbell or knock?
I bit my lip. Knocking on the front door implies a sense of familiarity. Ringing a doorbell, on the other hand, is disruptive and attention-grabbing and formal.
Just as I was about to say fuck it and knock, the door opened, revealing Jesse dressed in the same clothes he wore to school. My change of clothes drew a slight frown before his face regained its impassivity.
He shut the door. I heard voices for a brief moment before the door opened again and Jesse stepped out onto the porch. We were close enough that I could feel his warm breath against my face. I reveled in his nearness for a few seconds before I turned around and walked to my car. A few moments later I heard him follow.
I heard a small noise of confusion and what almost sounded like a "what" when I walked around the driver's side to open the passenger door. I looked back to see him stopped on the other side of the car. I caught his eyes before pointedly looking at the open door. His confusion faded and he walked to me, mumbling a "thanks" before getting in the car. I shut the door before making my way around to the driver's side. I quickly hopped in and started the car.
We sat in an awkward silence before I put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
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The drive to the theater was quick and silent.
We stepped out of the car at the same time. While we were walking to the theater I spoke our first words. "What do you want to see?"
He named some new horror movie. I nodded, but inside I was terrified.
I hated horror movies. With a passion. I don't scare easily, but I'm paranoid. And horror movies have this way of bringing that part of me to the forefront.
We only had to stand in line for a few minutes before we were at the counter.
"Two tickets to Hack Twelve."
The otter working behind the cash register nodded. "Is there anything else I can get you?"
I looked to Jesse to see if he wanted anything but he was already speaking. "A medium popcorn with a large Coke."
I turned back to the otter. "And another large Sprite."
"Okay, you're total is twenty-nine, fifty-two." I pulled out my wallet and handed him a twenty and a ten in exchange for the two tickets. We only had to wait for a minute before the otter handed us our drinks and popcorn.
We handed our tickets to the ticket-guy, who pointed the direction to our theater with a half-hearted wave.
"I'm not sharing my popcorn with you, you know."
"I know. I don't like popcorn, anyway." The lie rolled off my tongue. I loved popcorn.
Truth was, I only had the thirty dollars. We may be well off, but my parents believe money must be earned. In addition to the twenty I already had, I had to swear to clean the entire house two weeks in a row to get my mom to give me the ten.
She may be awesome, but she could be as stubborn as a mule.
Jesse picked the seats, so we sat right up front. We were early so the theater was mostly empty. Despite that, or maybe because of that, neither of us spoke. I found myself wishing I'd brought a book or something to do.
The minutes crawled by, but finally the movie started. As the previews rolled on, I found myself becoming more and more uncomfortable. What if I screamed? Would he laugh at me for it? I don't think I could handle that, not when I'm so nervous.
I was so caught up in my thoughts, I barely registered the movie starting. Voices drew me out of my reverie and I looked up to see a group of people, obviously friends, talking to each other as they sat around a living room.
I bit my lip and fidgeted. I dearly wanted to look anywhere but the giant screen, but since we were in front, I had to look completely to either side of me to do so. Something on the screen made the audience laugh. I looked up just in time for the laugh to turn to screams. I jumped back in my seat and closed my eyes out of reflex.
I heard a rustle of clothes beside me and when I opened my eyes, Jesse was staring at me with a concerned look on his face. I gave him what I knew to be a weak smile, but he must not have seen how sick I felt, or how much my hands were shaking.
I leaned away from him and rested my head on my hand, turning just enough so that I could watch him through half-closed eyes.
The two-hour long movie was spent with me watching Jesse, so I could open my eyes and feign interest whenever he looked at me, all while trying to block out the screams of the movie and the audience around me.
When it was finally over, we walked out of the theater with Jesse saying "Oh did you see-," and "Wasn't it so funny when-," all while I tried to hide my shaking.
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"Why'd you take a turn there? My house is the other way." The movie had made any semblance of Jesse's nervousness about talking to the guy who had blackmailed him into a date disappear.
"I know. I want to show you something." The concrete beneath us turned to dirt as I drove us further and further out of town. When we reached a gravel parking lot on the edge of a trail that lead into a forest, I stopped. I quickly opened my door, and stepped out of the car. I breathed in the night air as Jesse got slowly out of the car.
"What are we doing here?" Now Jesse was nervous?
"C'mon. There's a small clearing off the trail about a mile in."
The moon was full and we had no problem following the wide trail through the forest.
We were quiet. I looked for the landmark that told me where to turn while he followed.
Ten minutes of quick walking and I turned off the trail. Behind me, I could hear Jesse's breathing increase.
"Calm down. I'm not going to rape you." It was meant to be a joke, but the small hitch in Jesse's breathing and sudden silence told me that's what he believed. I resisted the urge to turn around and rant at him, instead focusing on the ground in front of me and the sound of water that was quickly getting closer.
A few moments passed before I hear Jesse run up to walk beside me. "Sorry. You've been nothing but nice to me and I know I shouldn't-"
"Whatever." Something in my voice made him decide to stop talking.
A short while later and we stepped into sight of a small stream flowing over rocks.
I don't know what I expected his reaction to be, but what I got wasn't it.
"This? You dragged me into the middle of the forest for this?" His voice was a hiss. I stepped close enough so that our noses were almost touching.
"No. I dragged you into the middle of the forest for this." I forced the snarl from my face before I dropped to my knees and looked up at him. He jumped away from me. His ears were back, and though I couldn't see his face clearly, I knew he was embarrassed.
"Wait. What? You hated the movie, and then, not five minutes ago, you were upset with me! What the hell made you decide you wanted to do this?"
"I hated the movie. I want at least something good to come out of tonight, before you decide to ignore me like before."
"What? I didn't ignore you!"
I continued as if I hadn't heard him. We both knew it was a lie. "Everyone is unfailingly polite. No one wants to offend the fag. No one wants to cause a scene, lest I go running to authority crying discrimination. Did you know I only have three people I talk to? One of them is my mom. So I only have two people who talk to me because they want to. Everyone else is forced to talk to me. Oh yeah, and the two other people I talk to? They're dating, so I always feel like the third wheel, no matter how inclusive they are. That's why I can be so sarcastic and mean. I don't really have anyone to relate to. I really like you, Jesse. Like really, really like you. And I just want one chance to feel like you like me back." As I poured my heart out to him, laying bare things I hadn't even told my mom, I crawled toward him. He backed away, so I continued to crawl after him until his back hit a tree.
He froze when my hands touched his thighs. I looked up into his face. "Please." A breath of a whisper.
His face softened and the tension flowed out of him. The barest of nods served as all the agreement I needed.
My hands traced up his thighs, coming to rest on either side of the button for his jeans. I looked up at his face one more time, and, seeing no objection, quickly undid the button.
I unzipped his jeans, and in one movement, tugged down his jeans and boxers to reveal his sheath. I spent a long moment staring and listening him shiver in response to my breath. My reverie broke when he gave the barest of thrusts toward my face. I looked up and gave him a grin that I knew had more than a little madness to it.
Leaving propriety to the wind, I shoved my muzzle into his crotch, licking and nibbling at the sheath, before moving down to suck on his balls. He tasted wonderful: sweat and spice and warmth.
Slowly, my ministrations coaxed his length out. When I could feel his cock resting on my face I moved from his balls to examine him in all his glory. But only for a moment. Then I took his tip into my mouth and let it sit for a second, before taking him all the way to his forming knot in one bob of my head.
He was big, but he wasn't as big as some of my toys, so having all of him in my mouth wasn't much of a problem.
What was a problem was that his smells and tastes were arousing. Very arousing. And I didn't want to make him feel even more uncomfortable by whipping my own dick out and jerking off at his feet.
And then he moaned and, oh God, I almost came.
I continued to bob and suck and he continued to make those wonderfully sexy noises. Soon, he began to thrust gently into my mouth and made those noises more often.
However, all good things must come to an end, and as his thrusts became harder and more urgent, I increased my own pace, matching him in intensity.
His hands, previously just resting on my head, gripped my head, before he pulled almost completely out of my mouth and thrust back in.
His warm cum bloomed in the back of my mouth. I swallowed only enough to prevent it from spilling, leaving me with only a mouthful of his seed when he pulled out after I milked him dry.
I breathed in, revelling in the surprisingly sweet taste of his cum. I stood up and found him looking at me. I smiled around my mouthful and very obviously swallowed.
He blushed and leaned away from the tree before turning around to pull his pants up. His pants had fallen to his knees so he had to bend over to pull them up, and, in doing so, he gave me a very nice view of his well-toned ass, with just the barest hint of his balls showing between his legs.
I made a strangled noise in the back of my throat and became very aware of the way my cock was pushing against my own jeans.
He must have heard, because what was a relaxed, almost casual, gesture became hurried and frantic while I struggled with my own embarrassment at being caught.
"You, uh, have a very nice ass." Why the fuck did that have to slip out?
"Oh, um, thanks."
When he was stuffed back into his pants, we walked back through the forest. A mixture of the relaxation that came post-orgasm and embarrassment kept us quite for the ten minute walk back.
When we stepped back onto the gravel of the parking lot, I immediately made my way to the passenger door. I had just leaned down to grab the handle when I felt Jesse come up behind me and felt warm arms wrap around my waist. I immediately stood up to lean back into the comfort of his embrace.
We stayed like this for an eternity. Eventually, though, the moment snapped when Jesse spoke, "Thanks. For everything."
I murmured "No problem," before trying to fall back into my blissful stupor. This process was only sped along when Jesse started to rub my stomach and chest. And then his hands went lower. I gave a very loud moan as his hands groped my rapidly growing member through my jeans. And then his hands clasped the button to my jeans and the world stopped spinning.
His hands made quick work of button and zipper and my jeans were pushed down just enough to reveal my sheath, with my boxers rapidly following.
His warm hand grasped my member and tugged. I gasped and tried to drive my hips forward even as I leaned back into Jesse's warmth.
A few more jerks of his hand and I would have done anything he asked if he would just finish me.
And finally release came. I shot my load onto the gravel in front of me while his hand continued to pump my cock. I was gasping and moaning and making pitiful little noises in the back of my throat. But I didn't care. The only thing I cared about right then was the person attached to the hand that was now covered in my cum.
He untangled him self from me and I turned and grabbed his cum-covered hand before he could wipe it on his pants. I was very thorough when licking his hand clean, putting each finger into my mouth and sucking on it for several long seconds.
When I was done, I stuffed myself back into my pants, briefly hating the canine physiology that kept us hard for close to half-an-hour. But when I looked up to see Jesse watching me, unashamed of his own, rather obvious, bulge, I felt better.
I smiled. "Let's get you home."