Lush in Lace

-Scott Rush-

I was stunned for a solid 5 minutes after I opened the package that arrived this morning.I sat on the edge of the bed dumbfounded, with my mouth wide open and my eyes wide open, holding the box of things.I never dreamed that Leland's pervert challenge would involve lace panties, garter belts, and sheer stockings.I read the note he clipped to the package again to make sure it wasn't a joke...

Rush:

This is the trick you, a stubborn donkey, set for yourself-it's really "trapped".As long as you wear them throughout the wedding, the 1000 yuan is yours.It's that simple……

Leland

In addition to his name, he added a winking smile and tongue out emoji to the signature — just to laugh at me.

son of a bitch.If he thinks a pair of lace panties and stockings will get me out of the gamble, then he'll see.

Not only because I really wanted to make this smug Leland Madden look good, but I really didn't have $1000 to splurge on.

To be honest, the extra costs of the wedding already made my debt even worse, but I didn't tell BJ and Jamie.As far as I know, no one knows about my current financial situation, and I don't intend to let them know.

Of course, my family and friends knew that I dropped out, but they all thought it was because of my knee injury or my IQ was not good enough to finish school.None of them knew that because of a sudden incident, and a belated epiphany, I ended up dropping out and losing my full football award.In retrospect, this choice may not have been a wise choice, especially after I learned that I would have to pay back half of my tuition and board fees—which I didn’t expect to be so exorbitantly expensive.

For three years after dropping out, I worked for my buddy's landscape architecture firm, exhausted like a dog.I shared a cramped apartment with three roommates, and even that didn't cut my debt much.

Luckily, living with Jamie and BJ saved my rent while I went home to help with wedding planning, and I finally got a little closer to getting out of the deficit.But with my current situation, I must not lose 1000 yuan in the bet with Lelan.

And for Zhizhi, even if he loses, it won't have any effect.He already had a six-figure income right out of high school.Apparently, he was gifted at finding bugs in video games.All the famous games depended on his talent, and he made a lot of money doing it - at least that's what BJ said - which meant he had spare cash to humiliate me.

Hold!How did I trap myself like this?I wiped my face in frustration.Admit it, you like to challenge Lelan, you like the thrill.The voice inside me admitted, but on the surface I shook my head in denial.

I looked at the stuff again and realized that the panties were nothing like anything I'd seen before, at least not like any girls I'd fucked.It's delicate, feminine and small, but definitely not a girl's size.I stretched it with my fingers. The front crotch of the panties has a lot more space than ordinary women's panties, as if it was specially designed for a penis, which puzzled me a lot.

The back however is just like any other thong, just a super thin cord.Hold.I can already imagine how uncomfortable it would be to have this thin string stuck in the slit of my ass all day.

And how do I get my dick in here?As I thought about it, I stretched the lace edge as far as I could.The panties are larger than normal but still too small for my big brother.

damn it!I was a little frustrated, I threw things on the bed and kept pacing.I should have imagined that Leland would think of some very humiliating means of dealing with me.

No matter what, he was always able to do things to the extreme, that's what I know about him.He challenged me intellectually in a way none of my teachers, friends or even family members ever did.They all thought I could only play football.But somehow Leland seemed to know that I was on par intellectually, even though he called me "dumb" most of the time.But I knew my intelligence surprised and delighted him too.

But to be honest, Leland wasn't what I remembered either.He's not your average looking nerd.He was tall, evenly tanned, and strong.His muscular silhouette is always revealed under his favorite long-sleeved T-shirt.To top it all off, he's swapped out his silly beer-bottomed glasses for contact lenses, which accentuate the sparkle in his light brown eyes and add volume to his thick black hair.During this time Leland seemed to be paying more attention to appearance.He cut his hair clean and crisp, looking more fashionable and sexy.I admit, he's matured a lot in the years I've been away, not just physically.His self-confidence and pretentiousness attracted me even more.Funny enough, this isn't the first time I've found him sexy, but I'm still clueless about it.

It was my last year of high school, and Leland's face began to creep into my sexual fantasies.I think about his body all the time while masturbating, and even occasionally when I'm fucking a girl.It was an eager, naked Leland Madden who played the leading role in my fantasies and made my mind flutter.I was completely out of control, and the feeling left me feeling dissatisfied and powerless.I took out all my discouragement, anger, and doubts on Leland, and the rift between us grew.

For me, that time is simply too much to look back on.I don't want to like men.I've seen how hard it is for Jamie, BJ, and even Leland to be gay in this twisted, straight-dominated world.I don't want to be like that, I want to be normal. (If there was such a thing as "normal".)

I also tried calling other people in the locker room to see if they would respond to me.Not overtly of course, just a quick glance.I am not hard.All the other naked guys just make me sick and my dick just has a soft spot for Leland.

Basically, because of my desire for Leyland, I can't wait to accept the full football scholarship offered by the college far from home.In my first semester, I crammed my schedule with classes and didn't want to think about anything other than getting away from Leland and my relationship he had messed up.I need time and space to think about who I am becoming.

Distance plays a big role.In the years since I've been away, my images and memories of Leland have faded.I dated girls and had less sex than I did in high school.Sex no longer fascinates me, and women do not challenge me psychologically or physically.But I wasn't even attracted to other men during my short college years, let alone roommates or friends in the years that followed.

However, when I returned to Virginia, back home, to help Jamie and BJ prepare for their wedding, all those old throbs and fantasies about Leland came flooding back.Whenever I pictured Leland's big smile or heard his sarcasm, my cock hardened.

Damn.I fell down on the bed and raised my hands to cover my eyes, trying to make the bulge in my crotch disappear quickly.

What's wrong with me?I'm not gay and I don't like men.

But you like Leland, my inner voice interrupted.You want him, you long for him all the time.

Hold!I cursed, hating the truth that was spoken from my heart.I can't explain why I long for Leland because it just doesn't make sense to me, but I can't change the fact.I will never admit it to anyone.Damn, I can hardly even admit it to myself.

My cock was achingly hard under my tight jeans.I leaned over and picked up my phone from the bedside table to check the time.Fortunately, there are still a few minutes before departure, and there is still time to go to the mall to meet Leland, and run the last leg for the grooms as the best man.

I hastily unzipped and released my hard, long dick.Hold it in one hand and move it quickly with my favorite rhythm these years, and gently stroke the lace underwear that fell on the bed with the other hand.I closed my eyes again and imagined myself wearing only these panties and stockings from Leland's package.This thought made my dick bigger in an instant.

I wondered, what if Leland saw my fantasy self?Will he be excited?Or disgust?Would he laugh at me for being a sissy and wearing women's clothes?Will he be hard?Was it because he found me sexy in satin and lace, or was he just trying to humiliate me?

I kept pushing and rubbing the oozing pre-cum on the stem.In my fantasy, Leland liked what he saw.He is hard.I could see a little tent set up under his crotch.He beckoned to me and I followed eagerly, his eyes fixed on my cock.Just as I was about to cum, he reached out and stroked me through the thin strip of white lace.He traced my mushroom-shaped glans with his fingertips, and he only touched it lightly, but it was enough to bring me to the top.

"Oh fuck! Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh thenhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh therefore," I cursed, imagining Leland's light touch and come, thick cum on my bare belly and chest.I continued to jerk fast, trying to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

I sprawled out on the bed, trying to catch my breath, thinking again about how I would get through the next few days with Rylan as Jamie's best man by my side.I was so distressed that I walked to the bathroom still shaking from the aftertaste of my orgasm.Cleaned up and dressed, I frowned and looked at myself in the mirror.Leland's mockery of my size and strength came back to my head.It was obvious that he had no interest in me, and I knew that without him telling me.Over the years, I've seen pictures of his male companions on various social platforms.

His boyfriends or lovers are all small, fair, slender, and look refined, in other words, they are the complete opposite of me.I can never compare with them.

Do you want to compare with them?the voice in my heart asked.

No!think.Ah...damn, I don't know?

Throwing the towel on the sink casually, I grabbed a T-shirt that was left here earlier, rushed out the door and went downstairs.

"You know what? Fuck it!" I cursed loudly as I went downstairs.

Two days later, I will have an extra 1000 yuan credited.Maybe that's enough for me to find a place to live away from Leyland, I thought happily.Then I can just forget about him and go back to normal life as a straight guy.Yes, that sounded perfectly fine, and I fooled myself and walked downstairs.

"Can you stop saying a few bad words, little Sisi?" A familiar female voice came from the door of the living room, scolding me kindly.

"Mom? Why are you here?" I asked, reaching out to give her a big bear hug, even though I was shirtless.My mom always wanted to make me happy, and I missed her a lot during the years I was gone.After my dad died, we lived together for many years until she met BJ's dad.Curt is a good man.He was a good dad and a fair, caring stepfather.As long as he makes my mom smile a lot and treats her like a treasure, I don't want anything more from him.

"We're here to see you," she said after hugging me for a while.

"us?"

"Yes, we." She affirmed, pulling me towards the living room.

Seeing Rylan and his mom sitting in the living room was a shock, especially since I was masturbating to him not long ago and I was shirtless.Kate Madden greeted me with a smile, and I just looked at Leland and had nothing to do but nod.

Oddly enough, he didn't seem too calm either.He had a face I had never seen before.If I didn't know our relationship well, I would have said that desire was written all over his face.His eyes wandered over my broad chest, my nipples, my neck, my arms, and then moved low along the flaxen hair to my groin.

I didn't expect him to scan my whole body so greedily and hungrily, and my body responded uncontrollably to his gaze.My nipples stood up and my cock twitched in my crotch.I watched as Leland pretended to be indifferent, took a pillow and placed it neatly on his own lap.

Damn, doesn't he have no feelings for me at all?Too bad I don't have a pillow to hide my growing desire.

I hurriedly put on my shirt and turned my attention to Leland's mother. "Hey Mrs. Madden. How are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Before she could answer, Lelan said first, "It seems that you don't know about this little parental counseling either, do you?" His tone was ironic.

Kate Madden glared at her son. "This isn't parental counseling, Lai. We're just hoping that everything goes well for BJ and Jamie's big day tomorrow."

"Why didn't it go well?" I asked with concern.

The mothers looked at each other.

"Because of the two of us, fool," retorted Leland.

"Oh, for God's sake, Rylan," Kate Madden scolded her son.

"Did you say something wrong?" He said bluntly. "It's true, and you're worried that we're going to fight and ruin the whole wedding. But, from what I've seen with Lush, it's a possibility.

I couldn't help rebutting him: "We get along very well."

Judging from the identical eyes of the three of them, no one except me thought so.

"When did we get along?" Leland questioned.

"From... that... well... well, maybe we don't always get along," I admitted reluctantly. "But it's not my fault."

"Oh, so it's my fault?" Leland retorted angrily.

I shrugged, folded my arms and said, "It's because you have a problem with me, because I'm not gay."

He immediately bounced off his seat. "Are you fucking serious?"

I took a step closer to him, shoulders back and chest out in a fighting stance. "True," I snarled, wondering how he could always piss me off so easily.

Leland didn't flinch, he even moved a little closer to me.I admire his courage, because most men are intimidated by my size, but this new, confident Leland is not.

"Boys! Lads!" Kate cried, posing between us. "Why don't you calm down your hormones for a while, how about sitting down and having something to say?" She jokingly said, motioning us to sit on the loveseat opposite the couch.Kate Madden seemed to be asking for our opinion, but in reality her angry voice meant she was irresistible.

We sat down on the narrow sofa, trying to stay away from each other as much as possible, but our thighs inevitably touched each other.

"We just want to give you a temporary truce."

"At least until the wedding is over," my mother added, obviously knowing we couldn't hold out for long.

"Please." The two mothers begged in unison, looking at us with pitiful dog faces.

"Okay." I agreed, easily giving in to their conspiracy.

"Okay." Lelan grumbled reluctantly.

"Great." My mother said briskly, clapping her hands happily. "I knew you were all reasonable children. Then, for tomorrow, you should try to talk about each other's good points. Sisi, you come first."

She knew I hated it when she called me "Little Sis", but she kept doing it anyway.

"Isn't it, Mom?" I complained, not looking like a 25-year-old man at all, but like a ten-year-old boy.To make matters worse, Leland laughed beside me.

Looking at my mom's face, I was sure she wasn't joking.I finally figured out that this "parental counseling" that Leland named was my mother's idea.She had been in therapy for a long time after my biological father died, and she was perfectly qualified to be a therapist when she felt the need.

"Okay." In less than a minute, I actually snorted a second time angrily.I did have to think hard about what to say, though, in order to praise Leland without revealing what I really thought.

"He's not short." I managed to say something, which shocked everyone.

"I said it, it's a word of appreciation, little Sisi!"

"What's wrong? This is a compliment. Most computer geeks are short, but he is not short." I explained.I'm six feet three inches[1] tall, and Leland is almost as tall as I am, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't quite look like the average nerd.

"Scott!" my mother snapped.

"Okay, okay! I was just joking—basically." I muttered with a smirk, but Leland didn't look as happy as before. "I think it has to be acknowledged that Rylan is a down-to-earth guy — as a genius."

"Go on." My mother encouraged.

I shrugged and turned slowly to see Lelan's reaction. "He's smart and confident. Most smart people are too serious, but you're not," I said directly to him. "You always try to bring out the good in people, even though sometimes they don't deserve that at all, and it's not easy."

I noticed a thin blush on Leland's cheeks, making him look all the more attractive.Seeing the rare smile on the corner of his mouth, I realized that if I was not careful, I would give away my true thoughts.

"That's it." I shrugged, trying to be normal.

"Look, isn't it hard?" My mother said.

I sat down where Leland had just been, and covered my knees with a throw pillow.I didn't need to be found out by Kate or my mother, and Leland's reaction had a huge impact on me.

"It's your turn, Leland," my mother Helen urged.

He didn't think about it for a while like me, and said immediately: "He is a very good brother."

All three of us were curious about what he said, and he continued.

"He may not be very bright, but..."

"Lady," his mother warned.

He turned and looked at me. "On Friday, when most straight guys were afraid to come, you came. You came for BJ because you were a good brother. You will always be his and Jamie's back. I have a whole new feeling for you know."

I can imagine my face must be as red as Leland's.He was right, I went to that party for BJ.I hope his wedding goes right.That means nothing can go wrong at Jamie's bachelor party, lest there be unnecessary arguments and guilt.

"They're family," I answered Leland honestly.

Even if BJ were my real brother I wouldn't love him more.We have a bond that goes beyond siblings.He even suspected that I liked Leland a little.God knows how he found out, I never revealed a word.Thankfully, BJ, like a real big brother, didn't push me.He just shrugged and let me know he would listen to anything I wanted to say, even if it was about my feelings for his future brother-in-law.Jamie is also like BJ, he's like a second brother to me.They really are family.

"You're my family too, Squeaky—a weird, awkward family," I said. "At least after the wedding, you and I are really a family."

"Oh, so touching," Kate Madden said softly, shaking my mother's hand lovingly.

"That's enough, Mom. He's not proposing or anything," said Leland, annoyed at the mothers' reaction.

"Okay, okay, okay. We're just a little too excited about the wedding," Kate replied. "We hope that before the wedding is over, you can think more about each other's strengths, so that the wedding will go smoothly."

Obviously, the mothers' attitude towards this "parental counseling" is much more optimistic than that of Leland and me.But we pretended to be on good terms, nodded, and hugged the moms before they finally decided to get their manicures done.

***

-Leyland, aka "Squeaky"-

No sooner had the nosy mothers left than Scott stood up and headed for the door. "We'd better move fast, there's only an hour until the mall closes," he warned.

"No need. I've done my wedding shopping this morning," I told him.

"Have you bought it?"

"I think you'll be very tired after a busy day. I'm not in a hurry to hand in my future work. It's not a big deal to come out in the morning to do these things."

"Are you sure you bought everything?"

I pointed to the hallway. "I bought everything on the list, and it's in the kitchen. If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look."

Scott finds the pile of wedding supplies on the small round table in the kitchen.He flipped through his own list.

"A ring pillow?"

"Bought it."

"Order table decorations from a florist?"

"There is."

"Have you engaged the printing shop for the wedding process card?"

"nailed it."

"What about the plane ticket?"

"Here, two first-class tickets to Amsterdam," I replied, shaking the envelope containing the tickets at Scott.

He snatched the envelope and looked carefully at the face. "Why don't they go to the Caribbean and go to Holland?"

I shrugged. "Haven't you heard the saying - in Amsterdam, anything is possible."

"Then you're going there for your honeymoon too, Zhizhi?"

I sneered, "I don't want to get married," and I lied, "but if I did, I think I'd pick Disneyland."

Scott burst out laughing when he heard this. "Really? Disneyland? You're too corny."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"It means, if you want to get in touch with Tinker Bell [2] up close, why don't you just look in the mirror and save yourself some money?" Scott replied.

Within five minutes of our truce, we started arguing again. "Let me see, you're going to take your wife to the 'Super Bowl[5]' on your honeymoon?" I shot back.

"That's fucking better than Disney. I'm not planning on getting married though, but I'm definitely going to Ireland on my next vacation."

This time it was my turn to laugh out loud.

"What the hell happened to Ireland?" Scott asked defensively.

"You know it rains almost every fucking day out there, huh?" I reminded him.

"So? It's because of the rain that the trees are shady and the scenery is beautiful."

"I've seen what your hair looks like in rain and fog, Lush. You ain't gonna get no Irish chick the way you're a golden poodle."

"Fuck you, Chi Chi."

"Wow, woof." I teased him.

"Jesus, I just want the wedding to be over," he raged, flipping through the last package.

I grabbed my chest exaggeratedly. "Ah. You make me so sad, Lush."

"What's your heart?" he retorted, carefully rummaging through the last item on his list. "Where's the man on the cake? I couldn't find it. The baker asked for it tomorrow morning," he added.

"Here it is." I opened the small square box, which contained two custom-made models of our brothers in dresses.

"Why is BJ kneeling?" Scott took a breath.

I shrugged. "I guess because he's the one who proposed."

"But... this... this looks like he's giving Jamie a mouthful, I'll go!"

I picked up the little figure and looked at it seriously for the first time.Scott was right.The two portraits are so close together that BJ's face is almost touching Jamie's crotch.To make matters worse, BJ's outstretched hand could easily be seen as reaching out to Jamie.It's okay to look at it from a close distance, but it really looks like Jamie is accepting the "service" of his future husband from a distance.

Oh, so be it, we can't change it now anyway. "Perhaps it was done on purpose?" I said.

"Who the hell would do that on purpose?"

"Who knows, maybe Jamie needs a little extra push to say yes to his proposal. Actually, I think it should be mandatory for all men named BJ to give him a job when he proposes."

"Of course you think so." Scott gritted his teeth ironically.

"Relax, Lush. No one will care. Why don't you just admit that you just can't stand this gay wedding?" I prodded Scott after seeing his face flushed at the sight of a new box of colorful butt plugs road.Those were leftover guest giveaways from the bachelorette party, and I gave them back to Jamie.

"As long as you admit first that you underestimated me."

"Maybe." I agreed. "But we'll never know, right, now the game's over?"

"Is it over?" he asked, looking surprised.

"You also heard what the mothers said, we should get along well tomorrow." I replied.

"Hmph, I'm not going to tell them this bet, and I can win it while getting along with you," Scott insisted.

Suddenly, I began to wonder what his intentions were in agreeing to the bet—he was clearly not just trying to prove he wasn't homophobic.

I was probably the only person around Scott who knew about his financial difficulties.He must have not told me personally. I noticed some details that others overlooked.For example, Scott doesn't have a credit card, his cell phone is outdated, he doesn't drive unless absolutely necessary, and a good portion of his correspondence comes from a local debt collection agency.When I went to Jamie and BJ's house, I saw the company's return address and logo on several envelopes, all addressed to Scott.The couple probably thought it was spam, but I programmed for one of these companies in college, so I kind of knew.

A pang of guilt came over me, "Scott, if you need money, I can—"

"It's just to shut you up completely, squeak, that's all." He cut me off.

I watched him carefully, looking for any sign of lying, but there was none. "Well, anyway, it's a win for me anyway." I ignored the alarm bells that my conscience was ringing in my head.The desire to see Scott Lush's alluring ass wrapped in lace easily disintegrated the lingering guilt.

"That's fine, the bet continues." He confirmed.

"I'm waiting to see how you behave tomorrow, Lesh." I grabbed my coat and walked towards the door, turning my head and saying to him.

"Look at it in your dream, Zhizhi." He called back.

Most definitely.I mutter under my breath.

Scott had no idea how accurate his words were.Lately, I haven't had a single night that I haven't dreamed about him, and I've dreamed that he's lying naked on my bed, smiling at me with his beautiful green eyes, and begging me to do whatever I want with him.

After tomorrow, a new image will be added to my late-night fantasy material - the image of Scott wearing nothing but nylon stockings and lace panties.

What the fuck am I thinking?

[1] Approximately 190.5cm.

[2] Tinkerbell, the character in the "Peter Pan" story, Tinkerbell is a fairy (fairy), and fairy happens to be a derogatory term for gay men in English.

[3]SuperBowl refers to the annual championship game of the American Football League, the most grand sports event in the United States.