Psychoclaw
05-14-2009, 11:00 PM
"I dare you, what are you, afraid someone will see you? Chicken.”
“Shut up, I never said I wouldn’t do it. I just wanted to make sure that you all would be able to back me up if something went wrong.”
“Yeah, yeah, we got you, dude.”
“Just keep the backpack and my jacket handy, in case I need to-“
“We’re here! Calm down, we know the plan.”
We pulled into the parking lot and found a space near the entrance. While everyone got out, I ran through the plan once again in my head. After the waiter took our orders for food, I had been dared to take off all my clothes and masturbate. Only once I came would I be given my clothes back. I shuddered. Extra napkins were the least of my worries, I really didn’t want to be caught—I mean naked in front of friends was fun, but strangers made this different….scarier….hotter.
“Hi. Table for 7. The other two are in traffic.”
In reality there really were only 5 of us, but we wanted a big corner booth so I could hide better.
“Um, follow me please.”
The waitress eyed my friend’s backpack, but took us to our table without any further comment. As we awkwardly slid into positions, with me in the corner, she asked us about our drinks. Fuck, no Dr. Pepper. Coke would substitute for the evening. As she turned around and left, I leaned down to pull off my shoes and socks to give myself a few more seconds of leeway with completing my dare.
“Wait, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Can’t I take some stuff off now? I’d like to get this over with.”
Technically the dare was supposed to begin after food was ordered. However, the new consensus was that I would in fact be allowed to take off my shoes and socks, which would probably get in the way anyway. They went into the backpack. I started to reach for my zipper.
“Hell no, you don’t get freedom this soon, silly.”
“Fine, the pants will stay on for now. You know you’d like me better without them though.”
She rolled her eyes at me. Damnit though. I was really hard now, and I was looking forward to not wearing them. At this point, I’d like to say that the minutes dragged on for an eternity, but frankly the whole scene went maybe too fast for my taste. Before I knew it, we were slurping down cokes and it was time to order our main course. I chose the steak. Well-done. I don’t actually like my steak well-done, but I don’t think any of my friends noticed. As the waitress began to collect the menus, I could feel the sweat beginning to build up on my neck. I nervously eyed everyone sitting around me. They weren’t what I was afraid of. I have never believed in God, but I remember praying at that moment that no one else would see me. The waitress turned, and suddenly we were very alone in the back of the restaurant. I was very alone in the back of the restaurant.
“Dude. GO.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. My adrenaline took over as I carefully reached for my zipper and eased it down. I took a breath and suddenly my pants were in a pile on the floor. Free of the hindrance of the jean material, my dick shot up, and almost out of the hole in the front of my boxers. I gathered my jeans and passed them into the void of the backpack. I decided to take off my jacket next. I zipped it down in a flash and it too joined my other liberated clothes in the darkness. Now I really had to pause. I was down to my shirt and boxers, and I could already feel cold setting in. I looked at everyone again, and put my shirt in the backpack.
“Shit, he’s really going to do it.”
But really I didn’t know if I could do it. I swear the night’s events flashed before my eyes or something, everything was a blur. I caught the eyes of the girls. I was snapped out of my daze by the one thing I could always count on. Me showing off for the ladies. Their eyes hovering over the bulge in my boxers was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my fingers between my skin and the elastic. The last of my dignity fell in a pool of cloth around my ankles. I proudly relinquished my boxers over to the clutches of the backpack. My friends had to keep themselves from screaming.
“HOLY SHIT, you’re doing it!”
“Oh my god, look how hard he is.”
“Haha, long enough for you?”
She blushed. In reality I wasn’t really that long.
“Hey, hurry up man, you still have to earn your clothes back before someone walks by.”
I had come this far, masturbation when I was already so hard was going to be easy. I calmly began rubbing up and down, working faster and concentrating harder, as four others looked on. The restaurant had been cold, but in no time I was burning with sexual energy. It must have been a million degrees… faster… harder… faster… harder… oh my God…………………….. I tensed up. Sweet release. I collapsed back into the seat. My friends were gaping at me, and I could only imagine what they were thinking. Actually, I didn’t care. I was comfortable… I felt good……….. I started to drift off………………………
That was when my dream became a nightmare.
I came to. With a grumble, I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in…err oh yeah, a diner with a bunch of my… wait. FUCK. I was alone. My friends were gone. The backpack, my lifeline, was nowhere to be found. I didn’t drive myself. I started to return further into the reality of my nightmare. I was sticky? Sperm. My own sperm was drizzled over my legs and crotch. Needless to say, I began to freak out. I’m pretty sure there was no good excuse for a male sperm-covered teenager to be naked in the middle of a cheap diner, especially as his waitress is walking to his table… Only then did I notice the note:
DONT FORGET TO TIP THE WAITRESS
To be continued?
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My notes:
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- I hope the formatting isn't too terrible, it kind of bothers me now that I think about it, but I guess it will do
- I purposely left out names and details, other than the fact that there are some girls and some guys, so the reader can fill in their own names to maybe create their own personal fantasy
- I'm all for communism, so if anyone wants to add on or even suggest changes to the original storyline, I have no qualms about this
- Oh, and I also hope the story doesn't suck too badly :D
“Shut up, I never said I wouldn’t do it. I just wanted to make sure that you all would be able to back me up if something went wrong.”
“Yeah, yeah, we got you, dude.”
“Just keep the backpack and my jacket handy, in case I need to-“
“We’re here! Calm down, we know the plan.”
We pulled into the parking lot and found a space near the entrance. While everyone got out, I ran through the plan once again in my head. After the waiter took our orders for food, I had been dared to take off all my clothes and masturbate. Only once I came would I be given my clothes back. I shuddered. Extra napkins were the least of my worries, I really didn’t want to be caught—I mean naked in front of friends was fun, but strangers made this different….scarier….hotter.
“Hi. Table for 7. The other two are in traffic.”
In reality there really were only 5 of us, but we wanted a big corner booth so I could hide better.
“Um, follow me please.”
The waitress eyed my friend’s backpack, but took us to our table without any further comment. As we awkwardly slid into positions, with me in the corner, she asked us about our drinks. Fuck, no Dr. Pepper. Coke would substitute for the evening. As she turned around and left, I leaned down to pull off my shoes and socks to give myself a few more seconds of leeway with completing my dare.
“Wait, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Can’t I take some stuff off now? I’d like to get this over with.”
Technically the dare was supposed to begin after food was ordered. However, the new consensus was that I would in fact be allowed to take off my shoes and socks, which would probably get in the way anyway. They went into the backpack. I started to reach for my zipper.
“Hell no, you don’t get freedom this soon, silly.”
“Fine, the pants will stay on for now. You know you’d like me better without them though.”
She rolled her eyes at me. Damnit though. I was really hard now, and I was looking forward to not wearing them. At this point, I’d like to say that the minutes dragged on for an eternity, but frankly the whole scene went maybe too fast for my taste. Before I knew it, we were slurping down cokes and it was time to order our main course. I chose the steak. Well-done. I don’t actually like my steak well-done, but I don’t think any of my friends noticed. As the waitress began to collect the menus, I could feel the sweat beginning to build up on my neck. I nervously eyed everyone sitting around me. They weren’t what I was afraid of. I have never believed in God, but I remember praying at that moment that no one else would see me. The waitress turned, and suddenly we were very alone in the back of the restaurant. I was very alone in the back of the restaurant.
“Dude. GO.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. My adrenaline took over as I carefully reached for my zipper and eased it down. I took a breath and suddenly my pants were in a pile on the floor. Free of the hindrance of the jean material, my dick shot up, and almost out of the hole in the front of my boxers. I gathered my jeans and passed them into the void of the backpack. I decided to take off my jacket next. I zipped it down in a flash and it too joined my other liberated clothes in the darkness. Now I really had to pause. I was down to my shirt and boxers, and I could already feel cold setting in. I looked at everyone again, and put my shirt in the backpack.
“Shit, he’s really going to do it.”
But really I didn’t know if I could do it. I swear the night’s events flashed before my eyes or something, everything was a blur. I caught the eyes of the girls. I was snapped out of my daze by the one thing I could always count on. Me showing off for the ladies. Their eyes hovering over the bulge in my boxers was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my fingers between my skin and the elastic. The last of my dignity fell in a pool of cloth around my ankles. I proudly relinquished my boxers over to the clutches of the backpack. My friends had to keep themselves from screaming.
“HOLY SHIT, you’re doing it!”
“Oh my god, look how hard he is.”
“Haha, long enough for you?”
She blushed. In reality I wasn’t really that long.
“Hey, hurry up man, you still have to earn your clothes back before someone walks by.”
I had come this far, masturbation when I was already so hard was going to be easy. I calmly began rubbing up and down, working faster and concentrating harder, as four others looked on. The restaurant had been cold, but in no time I was burning with sexual energy. It must have been a million degrees… faster… harder… faster… harder… oh my God…………………….. I tensed up. Sweet release. I collapsed back into the seat. My friends were gaping at me, and I could only imagine what they were thinking. Actually, I didn’t care. I was comfortable… I felt good……….. I started to drift off………………………
That was when my dream became a nightmare.
I came to. With a grumble, I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in…err oh yeah, a diner with a bunch of my… wait. FUCK. I was alone. My friends were gone. The backpack, my lifeline, was nowhere to be found. I didn’t drive myself. I started to return further into the reality of my nightmare. I was sticky? Sperm. My own sperm was drizzled over my legs and crotch. Needless to say, I began to freak out. I’m pretty sure there was no good excuse for a male sperm-covered teenager to be naked in the middle of a cheap diner, especially as his waitress is walking to his table… Only then did I notice the note:
DONT FORGET TO TIP THE WAITRESS
To be continued?
=======
My notes:
=======
- I hope the formatting isn't too terrible, it kind of bothers me now that I think about it, but I guess it will do
- I purposely left out names and details, other than the fact that there are some girls and some guys, so the reader can fill in their own names to maybe create their own personal fantasy
- I'm all for communism, so if anyone wants to add on or even suggest changes to the original storyline, I have no qualms about this
- Oh, and I also hope the story doesn't suck too badly :D