Competitive Alpha Friend Dominates My Mouth pt 3

Note: everyone in this story is over 18. Part 1 + Part 2 are on my profile.

I woke up the next morning and got ready for my morning classes.  All the enticing images of Jeff were still imprinted on my brain.  Classes seemed to drag on forever, but eventually they ended and I had the rest of the afternoon free.  I wondered what the day had in store for me.  I hoped that, whatever it was, it would involve hanging out with Jeff.

Just a few minutes later, my phone lit up with a notification.  I had received a text from Jeff.  I opened my phone to read it.  Part of me was nervous, but another part of me was strangely excited.

“2PM… meet me on the quad.  I have an idea.”  Jeff wrote.

2PM was only an hour away.  I looked over at my pile of laundry, which had gotten so large that I could barely even see my hamper beneath it.  I only had a few pairs of clean underwear left and was wearing my last clean pair of socks.  The laundry situation had become dire, but it would have to wait for another few hours at least.

I went down to the quad to meet up with Jeff.  I saw him standing there leaning up against a tree.  His long wavy hair was blowing softly in the crisp, spring breeze.  He was wearing a gray t-shirt and khaki shorts.  When I walked closer to him, I saw he was holding a red frisbee in his hand. 

“Hey, hey!”  Jeff called out grinning when he noticed me.  We exchanged a fist-bump greeting. 

“So, what’s up with the frisbee?”  I asked.

“I know how we can break our tie!” Jeff declared, then paused dramatically.  I waited for him to continue, but he didn’t elaborate.

“Well?” I said, when the silence became uncomfortable.

“Frisbee golf!” Jeff shouted enthusiastically.  He was visibly proud of his idea.  “Think about it… the weather is perfect to be outside today, and it’s not a competition that favors either of us.  It’s the perfect way to break our tie from yesterday”.

“Ehhh, I dunno,” I said.  I don’t know why I hesitated, but for some reason I wasn’t sure this was a good idea.  Jeff saw that I had reservations about his idea and looked absolutely crestfallen.

“You don’t know?  Come on!  Dude, it’s the perfect way to break the tie,” he argued. 

“Maybe some other time… today might not be the best day.  I’ve still got all that laundry to do and all,” I said, reaching for excuses. 

“Awww man, screw your laundry!  I’ve got laundry too.  There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” Jeff continued.  “Come on, we’ll play a round of frisbee golf, then we can do our laundry together.  What do you say?”

Jeff stared at me expectantly, waiting for a reply.  I just shrugged my shoulders and said “laundry after playing frisbee golf all afternoon?  I’ll be too tired to do the laundry afterwards.  And I have to do it… I’m wearing my last clean pair of socks”.

Frustrated but undaunted, Jeff pressed on.  He thought a moment, then said, “All right, how about we make things interesting.  9 legs of frisbee golf.  Loser has to wash and fold all of the winner’s laundry for them tonight.” 

It was an intriguing offer.  We had never bet on our contests before, but this did certainly make it more interesting and fun.  I considered the offer before responding, “are we talking about every single dirty item of clothing?  Because my laundry pile is gigantic.  It might be 3 loads.” 

“Sure, sure” Jeff nodded excitedly.  “Every single dirty item of clothing.  Do we have a deal?” 

I thought it over, then said “deal!”  We shook on it and headed out onto the frisbee golf course.  The match was one of the closest ones we’d ever had.  We went back and forth on each leg.  Neither of us ever had more than a 1-point lead on the other.  Heading into the 9^(th) and final leg, we were tied.  Jeff went first, and his first throw was so close to the goal that he went ahead and made the chip shot, taking a 2 for the leg before I had even made my first throw.  I took a few deep breaths, focused in on the task at hand, and flung the frisbee towards the goal.  For a moment, it seemed to be floating slightly past the goal before it caught a lucky breeze and glided backwards into the hoop.  A hole in one!  I had won the contest and won the bet. 

Jeff punched the air and grunted out a curse word.  However, he quickly composed himself and congratulated me.  “Well, looks like I have a long night of laundry ahead of me.  Let’s head back to your room,” he sighed.

When we got back to my room, Jeff winced at the laundry pile in the corner of the room. “Dude, seriously?” Jeff said, looking pleadingly at me.

I just laid down on the couch with a beer in hand and my feet up.  I then grinned over at him, saying “sorry, but a bet is a bet!”  For the next few hours, I relaxed and drank a few beers as Jeff had to sort, clean, and fold load after load of my laundry.  I confess that I felt a bit of a power trip sitting around like a king watching him work for me.  Sorting it all.  Gathering it up.  Taking it to the laundry room.  Then folding the first load while the next load was in the wash.  Jeff was a good sport about it for the most part, but his facial expression made it clear that he regretted making the bet.

Finally, he had gathered up the last remaining articles of clothing for one final load.  He stood up with the laundry basket and was about to head out the door to the laundry room one more time.  I was still reclining on the couch.  I shouldn’t have done what I was about to do, but the power trip had really gone to my head.  And honestly, I wanted a little revenge for all the times Jeff had messed with my head by saying that he was going to cum in my mouth.

“Hold on one sec,” I called out to him.  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” 

He looked over at me perplexed.  “No, I don’t think so.”

I looked down at my feet and pointed.  “My socks.”

Jeff’s jaw dropped and he dropped the laundry basket on the ground unceremoniously.  “Your socks?!”

“Yeah, my socks.” I chuckled.  “I told you, it’s my last clean pair.”

“So what?  Just put them in the hamper for next time.”  He bent over to pick up the laundry basket and make good on the bet.  As he did, I admired his taught, round glutes.

“I don’t think so,” I said playfully.  “Remember our bet.  Every. Single. Dirty. Item. Of. Clothing”.

Jeff forced a smile, but was clearly not amused in the slightest.  “Very well… take ‘em off and throw ‘em on top of the pile.”

I don’t know what came over me, but I pushed my luck even farther.  Maybe it was the beer.

“I got my hands full,” I taunted him as I pointed with one hand at my fifth beer I was holding in the other.  “So you’re gonna have to come here and take them off for me.”

Jeff turned a violent shade of red.  He paused for a few moments, deep in thought.  I wasn’t sure if he was about to protest verbally or punch me in the mouth.  Luckily, he did neither.  He took a deep breath, walked over to the couch, and knelt down in front of me.  He pulled my left leg up in the air and pried the dirty sock off my foot.  I was smiling broadly from ear to ear, looking down and watching him in this compromising position.  Jeff then pulled my right leg up, grabbed my sock by the heel, but stopped.  He wrapped his arm around my ankle, then yanked me off the couch so we were face-to-face.  “I’m gonna cum in your mouth, and you’re gonna enjoy it”, he growled.  He then pulled my sock off my foot and stormed out of the room with final load of laundry.  Jeff wordlessly completed the bet as promised, then hurriedly left my room and entered his.  He slammed the door on the way out. 

I got up off the floor and crawled into bed soon after that feeling pretty good about myself.  I had won the bet, gotten the upper hand on Jeff, and exacted a bit of revenge for all the times he messed with my head while we were competing.  In hindsight, I was less concerned than I should have been that Jeff was likely next door plotting some revenge of his own.