Gay Erotic Stories

I had a buddy who worked at an out of the way driving range and miniature golf course during the summer between high school and college. We'd hung out during the day at his job, which consisted of his driving the cart that picked up the balls on the driving range, and watching the front desk. On Sunday nights he worked the late shift and locked up, so I always went and played a few rounds for free while waiting for him to close up and we'd go for a burger. One night after he closed up he challenged me to a game of miniature golf. It was just the two of us and we were just goofing around. He offered a bet on the second hole: Loser had to play the next two holes without his pants on. I took the bet and lost. It was a spaceship hole with one of those tubes you shot through. Anyway, I stripped off my shorts for the next two holes. At the next hole he offered another bet: Loser lost his shirt for the next hole. If I lost I'd be playing in just my briefs for one hole, but I took the bet, and lost it also. Now I was standing on the course in just my briefs, socks and sneakers. I wanted to get even so I offered a bet on the next hole. If I lost I wouldn't put my shirt or shorts back on until we reached the clubhouse; if he lost he'd strip down like me. I had incentive, but it was a four-corner hole and I lost. Now I was sentenced to play the rest of the game in just my briefs. The next hole he challenged me to bet my briefs for the remainder of the game. If he lost he'd strip down to his briefs. He finally lost a hole and stripped down to his briefs. We were even, two 18-year-old guys playing in just our briefs. The next hole had a water hazard, and he bet me the loser would have to sit in the water and soak his briefs. Now I was in for it because this hole was a killer. Yes, I lost, and I had to sit in the little pond. I had taken my sneakers and socks off, but my white briefs were transparent. The next hole was a windmill. I didn't care if I was naked or not, so I bet loser’s briefs for the remainder of the course, three holes. He accepted and lost. He didn't have anything left to bet, and I was still in wet briefs, so I decided to offer a humiliating bet. I bet my briefs for the remainder of the game; plus I knew he still had to drive the cart on the driving range, so I agreed to ride along with him naked if I lost. If he lost he'd have to get a boner and keep it up until he finished the driving range run. He accepted, but I lost. We had one more hole before the automatic hole in one. We were both naked. He suggested loser would have to play with himself for the time it took to do the driving range run. I knew it took 15 to 25 minutes if you drove slow and covered the whole field. I agreed. I didn't know if I could hold out that long. I won that bet, but still had to ride along naked. The best part was watching my buddy play with himself the whole time. We both ended up jerking off that night. That wasn't the only time we played strip golf.