Page 12 of Betting Brett

I bet I give better head than any girl you’ve ever been with…

Fuck. Just thinking about it made me hard. I try to focus on other things so that I’m not pitching a full-ass tent in my jeans.

The edge of the small lake comes into view, its surface reflecting the fiery hues of the sunset. The gentle lapping of the water against the shore, and the distant calls of birds settling in for the night, is the perfect peaceful setting to help me calm my dick down.

Suddenly, something catches Andy's eye. He bends down to inspect a rock, curiosity evident on his face. "Hey, Brett, come check this out. I think I found a—"

Before he can finish his sentence, a spider, larger than any I've seen in these parts, scuttles out from under the rock. Andy's eyes widen in sheer terror, and he lets out a high-pitched scream that would rival any horror movie damsel in distress.

"Oh my God, kill it! Kill it!” he yells, flailing his arms and doing a frantic dance on the spot.

I can't help but burst into laughter at the sight. Andy, always the brave one during our childhood adventures, reduced to a panicked mess by a spider. "Come on, man, it's just a spider!"

But Andy isn't listening. In his haste to escape the eight-legged menace, he stumbles backward, losing his balance and landing with a splash in the shallow edge of the lake. The water, though not deep, is enough to drench him from head to toe.

I rush over, trying to contain my laughter, and offer him a hand. "You alright there?"

He glares at me, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, but there's a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Shut up. That thing was huge! It was like the size of a fucking dinner plate."

I can’t hide this laugh. "More like a coin, but sure, let's go with dinner plate."

He stands up, water dripping from his clothes. "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?" he asks.

I smirk, "Not in this lifetime," I tell him.

We share a grin, and I hand Andy my jacket for the trip back to the cabin. I’m second-guessing whether I want to risk the easy camaraderie we've always shared, regardless if we were being attacked by spiders or playing video games for hours together. I’m not sure about bringing up the bet, but it turns out I don’t have to.

"Brett," Andy begins, his voice low and serious, "about the bet..."

The mention of the bet, out loud, calling out my thoughts, sends a jolt through me, and I can feel the atmosphere between us instantly shift, becoming thick with tension. The lake, the spider, the laughter – it all fades into the background as the weight of Andy's words settles in. I have no idea what the next thing he’s going to say is, so I stop in my tracks, turning to face him. I want to look at him if we’re going to have this conversation. The last rays of the setting sun cast a dreamy glow on his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes.

"You're bringing that up now?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. I’m irrationally worried that he’s going to apologize or tell me he didn’t mean it, but Andy shrugs, a hint of mischief playing on his lips.

"Seems like as good a time as any."

I take a deep breath, my mind racing. The look on his face says he’s definitely not sorry. The truth is, I haven't been able to shake off the thought of that bet since the moment it was made. The idea of Andy, my best friend, proving himself in such an intimate way had been a constant presence in my mind, a tantalizing fantasy that I couldn't escape.

"I haven't stopped thinking about it," I confess, my voice husky with desire. "Every time I close my eyes, every time I'm alone with my thoughts, it's there. The idea of you... of you on your knees, sucking me off."

Andy steps closer, the distance between us shrinking. "And?"

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I accept the bet," I tell him.

A slow smile spreads across Andy's face, his eyes darkening with desire. "Are you sure?"

I nod my resolve hardening, along with something else of mine. "Yes. I want you to prove it, Andy. Show me that you can do it better than any girl I've ever been with."

Andy's gaze drops to my lips, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still. The air between us crackles with electricity, the anticipation building to a fever pitch.

"Alright," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "But remember, you asked for this."

I nod, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I know. And I'm ready."

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Andy

Theremainderofthewalk back to the cabin feels like the longest damn trip of my life. Every step is filled with anticipation, every rustle of the leaves, every chirp of the crickets, only heightening the insane sexual tension between us. I can feel the weight of Brett's gaze on me, and it sends a shiver down my spine straight to my swollen cock.

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