Once the whistle blew, I tried my best to just focus on the game. Thankfully I had the kick off, so at least I wasn’t chasing the ball from the start. I remembered my games against Leo and Jake, and tried to be more careful.
I also wanted to try and gauge how good, or hopefully how bad Carter might actually be at the game. The fact Wes set up the PS5 pretty quickly, made me think that he had done it quite a few times.
Which didn’t automatically mean that he was good, but it definitely made me doubt myself. So I stuck to passing the ball around a bit to begin with. Hoping he would lunge into tackles or move players out of position.
Something that he didn’t do, but he also wasn’t getting the ball off me, or intercepting passes. It was actually pretty even. Well, as even as I could guess from less than a minutes play. Unfortunately, I was thinking so much about his ability, that I got sloppy with a pass, and he got the ball.
“All that passing, and you didn’t even get to my box, Matt. Let me show you how it’s done!” Carter taunted me, as the girls giggled from the side.
I didn’t take the bait though, and just tried to stay calm. I was never going to keep the ball the entire match, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. However, him passing it around my players, and getting to my box within like twenty seconds was.
“Here it comes!” He then called out, as I missed an easy interception, and he passed it right through my defence, and his striker was clear in on goal.
“Holy shit! You’re so good, Carter!” I then heard Wes calling out, before laughing loudly.
Thankfully, it wasn’t at my expense. Carter had passed the ball to my keeper, after hitting the wrong colour, and with a quick glance. I saw him blush a little, and couldn’t help but grin a little bit. I had done that so many times myself, or hit the cross button.
“Yeah, yeah. Still beat you last time.” Carter then said, as I passed the ball out from the back.
This time, I wanted to be a bit more aggressive, and not just pass it around. It was obvious now that he might not have been good at the game, but he was at least about as good as I was. Which made me a little nervous, as him being rubbish, was part of my original game plan.
It took me a while, to break through his defence, but I managed it. Unlike he had done a moment ago, I actually hit the right button, and the ball hit the back of the net. Something that instantly helped me relax a little bit.
“Oh, Matt scored a shot!” One of the girls called out excitedely, and although I had no idea which one it was. I still smiled to myself.
“A goal, it’s called a goal, Katie.” Carter corrected her, but to my surprise it wasn’t sarcastically or in annoyance. He actually just sounded like he was just teaching her.
If it wasn’t for the situation we were currently in, I might have found it nice and sweet. However, he had already kicked off, and was on the attack. So I had to concentrate on trying to stop him, and get the ball back.
He was definitely not as good as either Jake or Leo were, but in a way. I actually found it a little harder, because I couldn’t predict what he was going to do. His first attack was direct and through the middle, but he was now working the wings.
My heart almost stopped when he managed to finally whip in a cross, and it was a good one. That landed right on his strikers head, and I was sure it was going to be a goal, but my keeper somehow tipped it over for a corner.
“Oh man, that should have been a goal!” Carter complained, but a quick glance let me see the grin on his face.
“At least you didn’t pass it to his keeper this time.” I then heard Wes say, and I couldn’t help but snort, while the twins giggled.
“You’re supposed to be on my side, Leo!” Carter then said, while holding his middle finger up.
“Sorry, but I left my cheerleader outfit at home.” Wes then retorted, and again I snorted, while the girls giggled.
Luckily, the distraction didn’t cost me, as Carter took the corner while I wasn’t quite ready. The AI did its job though, and to my surprise. I was now on the attack, and most of his team were in my half.
Somehow, even though I pressed the wrong button. My winger was pretty much clean through, but a little wide. I had meant to play a through ball along the ground, but hit the lob/cross button. Which was actually better, and a few seconds later. I was 2-0 up.
I wanted to taunt him, and rub it in a little, but that just wasn’t me. I wasn’t Jake, and I also knew that this was just the first match. So I didn’t want to jinx myself. It was only coming up to the 40th minute of the first half as well.
The rest of the half went a bit back and forth, and he actually managed to get a good counter attack going, but the half time whistle went, before he could get a good scoring opportunity. Wes was enjoying teasing Carter, and the girls seemed to just find it all funny.
My growing confidence however, lasted about thirty seconds into the second half. I had tried a stupid pass, and it didn’t even get close to where I wanted it, and he pounced. It was such a stupid pass, as it left him with a simple pass to put his striker in on goal.
“Yes! Back of the net!” Carter celebrated, as he avoided his earlier mistake at the start of the match, and hammered the shot past my keeper easily.
“Oh, Carter doesn’t suck any more!” One of the girls then said, and I again had to smirk a little. Especially when I saw Carter blush a little.
It seemed to also distract him, and take the little bit of his confidence away, because he suddenly started making mistakes. However, I struggled to take advantage, and I wasted a couple of chances, and even good attacks.
It was still 2-1 at the 80th minute, when he suddenly played a great ball to his winger. I still had defenders in place, but he seemed to glide past them. I was really worried that he was going to equalise.
We had actually forgotten to mention what happened if we drew a match. It basically counted as a loss for both of us, so I definitely didn’t want to draw. Especially since I had been 2-0 up not long ago.
Thankfully, the virtual footballing gods seemed to be on my side, as he shot beat my keeper, and hit the post. Even more importantly it went straight to my nearest defender, and even though I panicked a little, by just kicking the ball down the pitch.
It turned out to be one of my best passes. I thought I heard Carter swear under his breath, but maybe I was just hearing things, as I was concentrating on the game. I had a few options, but I just went with the easiest pass.
“Oh you lucky fuc…” I then heard Carter start to say, as I managed to play a great through ball, and put the ball in the back of the net. However, I think he remembered his little sisters were sitting right there, and instead just shock his head.
“Matt is winning, he got another sho… goal… he got another goal, 3-1 to Matt.” One of the girls then said, and again I smiled.
“Just luck, and it’s just the first game.” Carter half muttered, but while he sounded a little salty, he was actually smiling, as he kicked off again.
Despite him dominating the rest of the game, I managed to put on a good defensive display. He only managed a couple of shots, and they were both long distance. Which was just what I needed, and I let out a breath that I didn’t realise I was holding. When the ref blew the full time whistle.
“Oh, Carter loses.” Both girls then said at the same time, and giggled when Carter gave them a playful glare.
“He just got lucky.” He then said, before reaching down and taking a sock off.
“Hey! Don’t throw your stinky sock at me.” I then heard Wes complain, and couldn’t help but smile.
Despite the situation, and obvious potential embarrassment. I was having fun, and it was funny to see them interact with each other. Although I was surprised that Carter and his sisters seemed to get on well. I always thought siblings fought more than they got on.
“Then maybe start cheering me on, Wes. I have more coming your way if I keep losing.” I then heard Carter say, with a smirk.
“Maybe, try to press the right buttons, Carter.” Wes retorted, as I turned back to the screen, and selected Man Utd again.
“Whatever!” Carter said, before selecting Liverpool again.
I had been wondering if he would switch or not. But I think it made sense to stick with the same team. I mean, unless they were just bad, then change, but if you had a decent team, then you needed to get used to playing with them.
However, I quickly focused, as the second game started. This time Carter was kicking off, and seemed to copy what I did in our first game. Although he seemed to do it much better than I did, and I found myself chasing the ball for twenty in game minutes, almost half the first half.
I was getting a little frustrated, and it showed. At first I thought he was doing it to just annoy me, but I realised that he was opening up gaps, and pulling my players out of position. Which despite realising, I couldn’t do anything about.
Then he suddenly went on the attack and more direct. Which I hadn’t been expecting at all. I had pressed as a team, and thought he would go just keep passing it around. So he cut through my team like a knife through butter.
“Ha! How about that? 1-0!” Carter then called out, as he put the ball in the back of the net.
“Carter is winning?” One of his sisters then said. I felt bad about not knowing which was which, but in my defence, I was concentrating on the game.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” I heard Carter say, but I didn’t smile this time, I took advantage, and quickly went on the attack.
Something that went completely wrong, as he wasn’t as distracted as I thought he was. Within a few seconds of kicking off, and trying to go down the left wing. He had won the ball back, and was already passing through my team. I actually gulped, as he made it 2-0.
“See, I know what I am doing.” He then said, while I shock my head, and adjusted myself on the cushion.
“You just got lucky.” I then said, as I talked for the first time, since the game started.
His sisters seemed to enjoy the fact their older brother was winning, and were now cheering him on. Wes however, was still teasing him a little bit, but also throwing a few light hearted jabs at me. Something that actually helped me relax a little bit more.
“Get in!” I said, as just before half time, I managed to make it 2-1.
“Lucky!” Carter quickly responded, with a little half smile.
I had to admit again, that I was having fun. Something that I was sure had to do with the fact that I wasn’t doing terribly. Especially when just ten minutes into the second half, I equalised. Unfortunately, he managed to score again fifteen in game minutes later.
“Oh, looks like it will be one sock down for both soon.” Wes teased, just as Carter launched another attack, but it seemed to distract him.
I managed to intercept a really good pass, that would have put his striker through on goal, and turn it into a counter attack. It happened pretty fast, and I almost swore as my shot hit the post. However, thankfully it came straight back to another one of my players, who had an easy tap in.
It was now 3-3, and all to play for. In a normal game, I may have considered a draw a good enough result. However, it would count as a loss, with the rules we were playing. So with less than ten minutes to go in game, I was trying my best to win it.
Carter was trying just as hard though, and we both had a big chance each. His was a shot that just went wide of the post, while mine was a complete fumble. A terrible shot, that was straight at his keeper, with barely any power.
With the girls cheering him on, I felt a sense of dread, but again he made a mistake. With the game going into extra time, this was likely to be the last attack for either of us. So I just went for it, and tried a skill move, which thankfully worked.
“Wow, nice move.” I heard Wes say, but I was concentrating on what I was doing.
“Yes!” I then called out a few seconds later, as I managed to get past his last defender, but instead of shooting. I pass it across the box, which took his keeper out of the game, and left my attacking midfielder with an open goal.
“Damn, two in a row.” I then heard Carter saying, as I let out a relieved sigh and sat back a little.
“Oh, unlucky Carter.” One of his sisters then said, and this time I saw which one it was, and was pretty sure it was Sara.
“Yeah, you will get him next game!” Katie then said, and that made me smile. Even though they were supporting my opponent. It was nice to see them getting along.
“Ha! Looks like you lose your other soc...” Wes then started to say, before I heard something hit him square in the face. “You fu…” He then started to swear, but he must have glanced at the girls, because he stopped himself.
“Can’t say I didn’t warn you earlier.” Carter then said, before looking at me. “It’s on now!”
“We will see!” I said with a grin, but felt a bit silly for such a lame comeback.
Annoyingly, my winning run came to an abrupt end in the next game. It was a pretty even, but bad match. He won 1-0, as we both wasted so many chances. His sisters were cheering though, and despite still feeling embarrassed. Just taking a sock off, didn’t seem like that big of a deal.
It felt even less of a big deal, when I won the next match 3-0. it was pretty much a similar game to the one we just had, but where he kept missing his chances. I took mine, and I was grinning as he took his top off.
I had considered putting my sock back on, but getting him down to two items of clothing. Seemed like the best strategy. His sisters found him being topless hilarious, and Wes was giving him a good bit of teasing too. However, he didn’t seem to care that much.
Which surprised me, as I would definitely have been feeling nervous, if I were down to just two pieces of clothing. Especially with two girls watching. Although I guess they were his sisters, so maybe it didn’t bother him at all.
For me however, I was actually feeling pretty nervous. Being seen by boys would be bad enough, and even though I was winning at the moment. I wasn’t stupid, and knew it could change. So the idea of being seen by the twin girls, was definitely starting to worry me a little bit.
“Well, that’s another sock down for Matt. You might actually turn this around, Carter.” I heard Wes say, after the next match ended up 3-1 to Carter.
“I already am.” Carter responded, before giving me a cocky grin.
“You wish!” I said, as I tried to compose myself.
The girls were giggling away, and it had been distracting me. I was still ahead in clothing though, and just needed to win two more games. Something that gave me a little confidence, as it was clear Carter wasn’t going to put anything back on.
Which I guess could work in his favour, but I was sure it was a mistake. We were pretty similar in skill level it seemed. So to leave himself with just two items of clothing was stupid in my opinion, and I was going to take advantage of that.
Sadly, that confidence lasted about five minutes. Because by the 60th minute of the next match, I was 3-0 down, and playing awfully. The girls were whispering stuff about seeing me topless. I think they thought they were being quiet, but I could still hear them.
“Ha! Guess my wish came true. Top off, Summers!” Carter declared as soon as the final whistle went. The match had ended up 5-0 to him.
“Smooth pits.” I heard Wes say, after I had pulled my top off. Something that made me blush a little.
“What does that mean?” One of the girls quickly asked, and I thought I heard Carter snigger a little bit.
“Oh nothing, but make a note of it girls.” Wes quickly responded, before giving me a wink and a smirk.
“Sure you don’t want to change teams, Matt?” Carter then asked me, as I turned back to him, and tried to relax a little bit.
“No, I am good. Next game is mine.” I retorted with more confidence than I actually felt.
He just grinned, before kicking off the next game. Which thankfully was a lot closer. The last couple of games, he had taken early leads, and was dominating possession. This time, I was actually able to hold on to the ball, and put pressure on him.
The frustrating thing was not being able to get a goal, and as the first half was coming to the end. He was slowly taking control, and managed to send a long ball out wide, and then whip in a cross. My defence was all over the place, and his striker was right there to head it home.
Even more annoyingly, that turned out to be the last kick of the half. As the referee blew for half time, after I had kicked off, and passed it a couple of times. I was actually starting to sweat a little, and shifted awkwardly in on the cushion.
“Oh, I wonder what underwear he has on.” I heard one of the girls say, and again I heard Carter snigger.
Unfortunately that distracted me enough, that within thirty seconds of the second half. Carter cut through my midfield and defence, like a knife through butter, and made it 2-0. I could feel my cheeks warming up, as I realised what would happen if I lost this match.
“Yes!” I found myself calling out, as half way through the second half. I made it 2-1.
The match was so even, and we were both making equally bad passes and good interceptions. However, as the in game minutes ticked away. My passing was getting even worse, and I was missing tackles.
The only positive, was that Carter wasn’t just trying to keep possession. He was actually trying to score another goal. Which would have been a disaster, but at the same time. It gave me openings too, and that gave me hope.
Frustratingly though, I just couldn’t get any good attacks going. Every time it looked like I was going to get a shooting chance, I either misplaced the pass or he put in a great tackle. The girls giggling was going more distracting, as the 90th minute approached.
However, as I won the ball back a few seconds later. I realised something. The stupid draw rule that Carter had put in. Even if I managed to score a goal, it would be a draw unless one of us got a last gasp winner.
It also meant that we would both be in just our boxers as well. Something that was at least better than just me being in mine. However, it was still mortifying, and I completely lost focus. What should have been a good attack that led into at least a shot.
Turned into a completely shambles, as I hit the wrong button, and his defender easily got to the ball. Then, as if to rub salt into the wound. Within about ten seconds and just as the game announced just one minute of extra time. He made it 3-1, with a great through ball and lob of my keeper.
“No way.” I said in a quiet tone, as I just watched the screen.
“The comeback is almost complete, Summers!” Carter quickly said, as the referee blew for the kick off, but I only had time to pass it around a few times before the full time whistle went.
“Yey, I bet he has those white briefs people say all boys used to wear.” One of the girls said, with a grin, as I glanced over and blushed.
“I bet he has those ones that just look like smaller shorts, and I bet they are blue.” The other one said. Who I think was Sara. I honestly had no idea which was which.
“Well, let’s find out. Come on, Matt.” Carter then said, as I felt my face heat up even more.
I couldn’t believe I was going to be in just my underwear already. I was winning just a few games ago, and thinking about how I was going to get rid of one of my card draws for the week. Now I might end up with an extra one, and be naked in front of these four, and on the site.
I couldn’t help but gulp nervously. I also couldn’t decide whether to stand up or stay sitting. If I just stayed sitting down, it would be less embarrassing, but also make me look like a bit of a wimp. However, if I stood up, it would give them more to see.
“Come on, Matt. Get them off.” I heard Wes then say, with more than a little amusement in his voice.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to stay sitting. Something that made the boys snicker, but didn’t seem to bother the girls. Who I think were just enjoying the whole thing, and just happy to be there, and get to see it all unfold.
I was thankful I was wearing shorts as well, as it made it easier to loosen them, and push them down my legs, and then off my feet. I think if I were wearing jeans, then I definitely would have had to stand up.
“Looks like you were both wrong, girls.” Carter said, almost as soon as I put my shorts on top of my top and socks.
“We can’t really see them though.” Katie I think it was, then complained.
“Well, that will change. It’s time for a break. I need to stretch my legs, and need to use the toilet.” Carter then said, and instantly I looked at him in surprise.
“A break?” I asked, after a little nervous gulp.
“Yeah, we’ve been playing for ages, and I want to get a drink and some snacks. So let’s say a twenty minute break.” Carter answered, and I realised he was doing this on purpose.
They had talked about having a potential break earlier, but I hadn’t really thought much about it. Now I realised why it was put on the table. It meant that I would have to spend the next twenty minutes in just my underwear.
“Katie, Sara. Why don’t you show Matt around the house, and maybe your little house in the back garden, I bet he will really like that.” I then heard Wes suggest, and I couldn’t help but look at him in confusion, and then disbelief.
“Okay!” They both responded at the same time.
Before I could even protest or even really process what was happening, they each practically jumped off the couch, and came over to me. They then pulled on my arms, and despite the size difference, and my obvious reluctance. They had me on my feet, and moving out of the room.
“Twenty minutes remember. Everyone needs to go to the toilet if they need to go, and grab some food and drink. So don’t spend too much time outside.” I heard Carter call out from the living room, as the girls pulled me from the hallway, and into the kitchen.
“Hey! I can’t go outside like this.” I managed to finally say, as we reached the door to the back garden.
“Why not?” Sara asked, as they thankfully paused.
“I’m just wearing underwear, and you don’t go outside in your underwear.” I quickly answered, as I tried to think of a reason to avoid going outside.
“Why?” Katie then asked, and I instantly regretted talking about my underwear. They were both now staring directly at them.
“Carter has gone out the back garden in his underwear before, and his friends too.” Sara then pointed out.
“Well, I don’t want to.” I then said, in a harsher tone that I had intended, and saw the look on their faces. “We can just stay inside though, why don’t we get the snacks and drinks ready. That way you can get the stuff you want.” I suggested, after thinking quickly on my feet.
For a moment, I wasn’t sure if that would work. They looked a little sceptical, but they looked at each other for a few moments, and smiled. “Okay! Let’s get the potato chips, and some sweets.” Sara then said, as they let go of my hands, and moved towards the fridge and cupboards.
I sighed with relief, but still felt completely exposed and on display. The girls had tried to guess what underwear I was wearing, but I was wishing that Sara had been right. Baggy boxers would have felt a lot better than the black boxer briefs that I had chosen to wear.
Thankfully, I guess the fact they were black was a good thing. As it was harder to really see anything. Not that they were skin tight, but you could definitely see a bulge. Which gave me mixed feelings.
On the one hand, having a bigger bulge would feel much better for the ego. However, it would be way too noticeable. Which would be mortifying. It was one of the reasons I never got into wrestling completely.
I only went to a couple of months to the lessons, but when we started wearing singlet. Well, that was eye opening, and not for anything good. For me and the boys around my age, it wasn’t really a problem.
However, there were older boys, and well. When I saw what you could see, there was no way I was going to become a wrestler or keep going to the lessons. I mean, it was a no win situation. If you were big, everyone could see, and if nothing showed. That would be embarrassing too.
“You done outside already?” I then heard Carter asking. Making me jump a little, as I had got lost in my own thoughts.
“Matt wouldn’t go outside. I think it’s because he’s shy.” Katie answered, quicker than I could even think of what to say myself.
I couldn’t help but blush, when he gave me a long look, before smirking. “Shy is good, especially once he loses.” He then said, before walking over to see what snacks and drinks his sisters had got for everyone.
“Oh, it will be fun to see another willy.” Sara then said, as my eyes opened wide. Although I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Kids around this town seemed to love getting naked.
“Where is Wes?” I asked, as I tried to change the conversation.
While also distracting myself from this entire situation. I hadn’t even been in this town for a week, and more people had seen me in my underwear, than in years. Well, okay that wasn’t quite true, because we had to change for sports classes at school, but still.
“Toilet, should be down in a few.” Carter answered me, as he picked up a couple of bowls. “Let’s take this stuff through, then we can eat and drink, before finishing Matt’s defeat.” He then said.
The girls giggled at that, and despite wanting to say something smart back. I just stayed silent, and tried not to embarrass myself any more than I already felt. Especially as the girls were not even hiding the fact they kept looking at my underwear.
Carter wasn’t much better, and surprisingly that felt worse. The little smirk on his face, and the way he wriggled his eyebrows a little when he saw that I noticed him. Made me feel even more insecure, and had me wondering if he thought I was small.
It was a stupid thing to think about, but I couldn’t help it. I had been modest for too long, and Jake and Leo were bigger than me. Although I hadn’t seen Leo, I was pretty sure from listening to them. Carter however, was a year younger.
Well, it might only be months, as I didn’t actually know when his birthday was. Still, to be smaller than boys your own age was bad enough. However, being smaller than someone younger. That was a different level.
“Oh, nice, love these.” I heard Wes then say, after he came into the living room.
I had managed to relax a little bit, but still felt awkward sitting in my underwear. Especially, when the girls giggled every time they looked over to me. It even made me feel self conscious about how I was sitting on the chair, and if I was showing them anything I didn’t want them to see.
“So, Matt. Don’t forget, when you lose, you have to do one of your card draws here.” Carter then said, after a little while.
I had been relaxing a little bit, as we all ate and drank. Even the conversations had been about other stuff, and I almost forgot about the fact I was almost naked, and close to losing a challenge. Him pointing out that, just brought me back to reality, and I felt my cheeks warm up.
“I know, but I am not losing, Carter. I am winning every game left.” I eventually managed to say, with a surprisingly more confident tone, than I though I was capable of right now.
“Oh, confidence. You better keep playing well, Carter. Otherwise you’re going to end up the one naked again.” Wes then said, before chuckling, as Carter flipped him off.
The girls were giggling again, while I just let Carter and Wes have a little bit of banter with each other. I was happy any more talk of me losing or doing a card pull, was forgotten about for now. However, it wasn’t long before Carter noticed the time, and we were back in front of the TV.
I was worried the break would make me play even worse than I had been playing. Although losing three games in a row, was as bad as it could have been. Carter made a few little jokes, and seemed like he was pretty confident.
Thankfully, it seemed like the break worked in my favour. I was sure he did it just to try and embarrass me, and while that did work. I think it actually backfired on him, as he made a couple of really bad passes early on in our match.
The way I was playing, and the way he had been before the break. I was pretty sure I would have lost the entire challenge the next game. Yet here I was now, putting pressure on his defence, as I passed the ball around.
However, I was still nervous, and feeling embarrassed. So I wasn’t playing great, and was being way too cautious in my passing. Although that seemed to frustrate him a little, and he fouled my attacking midfielder in his box.
“Shit!” He called out, as the referee gave the penalty.
“Oh, please be a red.” I then heard Wes call out, with genuine excitement in his voice. Something I was hoping for myself, but it actually made me think of Jake, and whether Jake and Wes had a lot in common.
“Not this time!” Carter responed, with obvious relief, as the referee just pulled out a yellow card.
“Still going 1-0 down.” I then decided to say, to try and catch him off guard a little bit.
I wasn’t really sure it would make any difference, but I didn’t really care. Especially as I scored the penalty, and actually made it 1-0. It was still too early to think about winning the game, but it was a better start than I had feared it would be.
To my relief, the rest of the game, just seems to go my way. The break really must have threw him off, and Wes was doing a great job of rubbing it in. Which was definitely helping me, as Carter kept getting distracted.
The game actually finished 4-0 in the end, and to be honest. It wasn’t even that close, and I was smiling. However, I now had a choice to make. I could either get his jogging bottoms off, and make it a fifty fifty last match between us. Or put my shorts back on.
I honestly wasn’t sure what to do, and the silence in the room wasn’t helping either. However, when Carter shrugged, and reached down to the waistband of his joggers. I quickly stopped him, and just as quickly pulled on my shorts.
“Aww.” I heard both girls say, as I did it, but I didn’t care.
“Oh, someone is nervous.” Carter immediately said, with a grin.
“If you keep playing that shit, I don’t think he will be for long, Carter.” Wes then said, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“He said a bad word!” I heard one of the girls then say, and suddenly felt a little awkward.
“Fuck, shit, prick, arsehole.” Wes then quickly said with a grin, as the girls burst into a fit of giggles.
“Dude! You know my mum will smack your ass, if she finds out.” Carter then said, but Wes didn’t seem that bothered, and the girls didn’t either.
I wasn’t sure how serious Carter was being, about his mum smacking Wes’s butt. I was pretty sure parents didn’t hit other peoples kids, but maybe their families were close. Not that it was anything to do with me, and none of them seemed to be taking it that seriously.
“Yeah, yeah, Carter. Now get the next match started.” Wes then said, as both Carter and I turned back to the screen.
Frustratingly, while I was still on top, and he seemed to be struggling again. I just couldn’t seem to get a good shooting opportunity, and my crosses weren’t much better. The only saving grace, was that he barely got the ball anywhere near my goal.
So the first half ended 0-0. which was better than losing, but felt like I could have had the game won by now, or at least been one or two goals up. However, after a minute, I was struggling not to grin. While Carter swore under his breath.
By the 60th minute of the match, I was 2-0 up, and cruising. He was playing terribly, and I was actually able to open up his defence easily. “Bet you wish you didn’t call a break now!” I then gloated. I just couldn’t help myself.
“He’s not wrong, Carter. You’re crap.” Wes quickly added, before laughing as Carter flipped him off again.
After another five in game minutes passed, I was about to actually cheer out loud. I could feel myself getting ready to jump up. However, after playing a great through ball, I hit the wrong damn button.
So instead of the ball bulging the back of the net, I had passed it gently to his keeper. To make things even worse, he quickly launched a counter attack. Something I wasn’t ready for at all, as I had been half ready to celebrate going 3-0 up.
Within a few seconds of that moment passing. It was now 2-1 instead, and Carter was grinning now. While I was struggling to compose myself. Where I had been passing great, and keeping possession. I was losing the ball constantly.
“Oh, are we going to see the choke of the century?” I heard Wes say, as Carter sliced open my defence, and to my relief my keeper saved the shot, but conceded a corner.
The girls were giggling and half whispering to each other excitedly, which distracted me a little. That and the fact that the game had completely changed, and almost as if the universe was mocking me. Carter made it 2-2 from the corner, just as the 80th minute passed in game.
“That’s more like it.” Carter then said, while I just felt even more rattled.
A draw was no good, but I guess it was better than losing. It would mean the next match would be the last as well. However, I wasn’t ready to give up, and tried to get back in control. Something that just wouldn’t happen, as the minutes ticked down.
It was now the 88th minute, and I had the ball. I doubted there would be that much added time, as our matches so far hadn’t had more than four extra minutes of time. So I could have just settled for the draw, and leave us both in our underwear this time.
However, I didn’t want to risk losing the entire challenge either. So I went for the win, and tried to do it sensibly. I just needed to keep the ball, and work it into a good scoring opportunity. So at worse, even if I didn’t score, he couldn’t either.
“Oh! It’s on! Choke of the century incoming!” Wes called out, more than a little too excitedly, as I made my move.
However, he wasn’t saying it in my favour. As I completely messed up the attack, just as the game announced just one minute of extra time. It was already the 90th minute, and I should have been able at least been happy Carter would be in his underwear with me.
“Yes it is!” Carter announced gleefully, as he sent a long ball up the pitch.
Where to my horror, his winger beat my last defender to it. I had no other player even close to him either, and that just left his winger, and my goalkeeper. I had no idea what to do either, as I could just leave the computer in control of the keeper, or get it to close down the winger.
I decided I had to get the keeper to close the gap, but not too early. If I went too early, he could just lob my keeper or go around for an open goal. However, while I debated what to do in my head. He took the decision away from me, and thundered home a shot outside of the box.
For a moment, I thought he had completely wasted a good scoring chance by shooting from distance for no reason. However, when the ball hit the back of the next, and he jumped up from his cushion celebrating. My face just dropped.
I had been in complete control, and then completely choked. I had also just put my shorts back on, and I was going to have to take them off again straight away. The only positive, if you could call it that. Was I felt a little less embarrassed by it.
“Oh, not yet. I think I am going to take a leaf out of your book, Matt.” Carter then suddenly said, after I had sighed and started to push my shorts down.
I was about to ask what he meant, when he reached over to his top, and then put it back on. I wasn’t the only one surprised or confused either. Wes had the same look as I probably had on my face. While the girls looked disappointed.
“Huh?” I couldn’t help asking. Not that I wanted to take my shorts off, but his move had genuinely baffled me.
“Just prolonging your defeat.” Was all he said, before picking up his controller.
I couldn’t help but look at Wes, who just shrugged. So I picked up my controller too, while trying to work out what he was thinking. Again, it was better than having to take my shorts off, but it had me worrying that I was missing something obvious.
Which was why I probably lost the next match. It wasn’t as bad as the big wins he had got over me earlier, but he pretty much coasted to a 3-1 win. I just couldn’t focus, and when the final whistle came. I just had to concede that he had out played me in and out of the game.
This time, I had to take my shorts off. Although I did it standing up this time. Not because I really wanted to, but I was trying to try and play some kind of mind game as well. Which I wasn’t really sure how to do, or if what I did even bothered Carter.
He was just grinning, and had a little banter with Wes. While the girls were giggling, and having a not as quiet of a conversation, as I am sure they thought they were having. For me, despite the attempt at playing mind games. I was feeling sick inside.
Once I sat back down. I realised that I was now not only in my underwear again, but Carter now had three items of clothing on. I had to win three games in a row to beat him. Well, four games, because I was definitely going to put my shorts back on.
While he just had to win once, before I could get them back on. So I knew I could make any more mistakes, and needed to not get distracted. So I selected my team again, to get the next match started. Knowing it could be the last one of the challenge.
“Go, Carter!” The girls called out, just before I kicked off in the match.
This time, it was a lot more even. Which while not ideal, as I wanted to be the one dominating. It was better then him taking an early lead. He tried a couple of times to tease me or get me to react, but I didn’t let it get to me.
Thankfully, Wes was there to tease Carter. He really did remind me of what Jake was like, because Jake would definitely be mocking me, if he were here. However, I quickly put that out of my mind. I couldn’t afford to mess up.
The first half actually ended up 0-0. Which again wasn’t a disaster, but I really needed a goal to settle my nerves. A draw for me wasn’t good enough, and I think he knew that as well. He wasn’t playing defensively or anything, but he was definitely taking less risks.
He again tried to tease and taunt me, but I just ignored it. However, it wasn’t long before he scored to make it 1-0, and my heart sank a little bit. It came out of nothing, and I think even he was a little surprised.
I had to focus though, and not give up. Which was easier said then done, when the girls were cheering their brother on, and getting excited. More than once, I heard mention of what I would look like, and if I was smooth down there too.
As the 70th minute approached, I was getting more and more nervous. Time was running out, and while I was starting to dominate the game. I needed two goals, and I had barely managed to get a decent shot off all game.
“Oh, rookie error, Carter!” Wes called out, just after I had managed to finally play in my striker, and equalise the game.
However, it was now the 82nd minute in the game. So I had about a minute at best, to find another goal. Something that looked less and less likely, as the in game minutes kept disappearing, and the 90th minute loomed.
“Fuck!” Carter said, while I sat a little striaghter, and tightened the grip on my controller.
I had managed to beat his press, and had the ball down the right wing. I hadn’t had any luck with crossing all game, but his defence was all over the place. So I put in a quick cross, and prayed that it would get to my striker.
“Yes!” I called out moments later, as he rose above his two defenders, and headed the ball into the back of the net.
I had done it, and even though there was still a few in game minutes left. After the game indicated 2 minutes of extra time. I was confident I could hold on, and to my relief. I did just that, as he tried to force a goal, but completely messed his chance up, and I held on to the ball until the final whistle.
However, when I reached for my shorts. Carter was quick to stop me, and I couldn’t help but give him a confused look. I had won the game, and even though I needed to get him naked. I had get my shorts back on, for extra insurance.
“Katie, what did Matt do, the last game he won?” Carter then asked his sister, while grinning at me.
“Oh, let me check.” She answered him, while I still felt confused. “He put his shorts back on.” She then said a few moments later.
As soon as she said it, my face dropped. She was right, and as Carter took his top off again. I realised that was why he had chosen to put in back on earlier, and what he meant my prolonging my defeat.
“How you feeling, Matt? Nervous?” Carter then asked me, while giving me a wink.
“No, I will win the next match.” I retorted weakly.
I was honestly rattled, and while it wasn’t impossible for me to win the next couple of matches. I couldn’t help but wonder what I would do if I did. Would I put my shorts back on? But that would just put us back to where we wear a couple of matches ago.
Or did I go for the win, and just go all out for winning the next three games. Neither of us had won four in a row, and I wasn’t sure if I wouldn’t put my shorts back on one of my next two wins. If I even got the chance.
The girls were once again having the time of their lives it seemed, and were cheering on Carter. Although I got the feeling it was because I was someone new, and they had likely seen Carter naked already. They were siblings after all, and Carter was part of the E.K.T.G.
I wanted to suggest a break or something, but before I could even say anything, the next match was already starting. Instantly I was on the back foot, and still half thinking about how I would be naked if I lost this match.
Luckily, Carter seemed to be trying a little too hard. His passes were way too rushed, but I wasn’t going to complain. Especially since I started to get more control of the game by the 30th minute, and had managed to keep it 0-0 so far.
However, I couldn’t get any meaningful attack going. He was defending way to well, and every time that I thought I might open up his defence. He shut it down, and even managed a couple of counter attacks.
One almost got him through one on one with my keeper, but thankfully my panicking working in my favour. I had rushed my keeper out, and he was expecting that at all, and tried a lob. Which sailed wide and high over the goal.
“Man, I don’t know if you’re both playing well, or if you both just suck equally.” Wes called out, as soon as half time came around.
A part of me wanted to protest, but to be honest, he was right. I was just grateful Carter wasn’t better than I was. Although he had probably scored more goals than I had in our matches. I doubt there was much in it, but I would bet he had more.
“Well, I have my joggers and boxers on. While Matt only has his boxer briefs left. So I guess I suck a little less than he does.” Carter said, with a grin and a wink in my direction.
“It’s not over yet, and the second half is mine!” I quickly claimed, with as much confidence as I could manage.
“Well, I just need a draw to win. So good luck getting a goal.” He retorted, as I heard Wes chuckle.
The girls were just giggling, like they had done for the entire challenge. Although they were definitely making more comments about me and my body, than I was comfortable with. Especially given their age, but I guess I had to get used to the kids in this town being different.
“Go, Carter, get him naked!” I then heard the girls say in unison, and I couldn’t help but blush.
Carter chose that moment to start the second half, and I cursed under my breath. Luckily, he instantly played an awful pass. So I got the ball and started to pass it around. The problem was, that he was playing a lot more defensively now.
It took me almost 20 in game minutes to get my first shot of the second half off, and it was a poor one. As the minutes ticked away, I was getting more and more frustrated. He wasn’t just passing it around the back, and was still attacking.
But it was more controlled and patient, and I was getting nervous as well. It was now coming up to the 75th minute, and I hadn’t had the ball since that awful shot of mine. His point about only needing a draw, was becoming more and more of a reality.
Then something happened, that hadn’t happened since the first or second match I think. In frustration, of not being able to get the ball back. I thought I had a chance, and slid in, but I didn’t get anywhere near the ball and wiped out his player instead.
“Oh! You’re screwed, Matt. That’s a red all day long!” Wes called out from the behind us, and the worst thing was. I thought the same thing, and the replay it showed, made it even more worrying.
“Ha! First red card we’ve had, and it loses you the challenge!” Carter then declared in amusement, when the referee pulled out the red card.
I had no idea how to respond or react. A red card, meant you lost a piece of clothing. Which meant that even if I won the game, I would still lose the challenge. Carter still had his joggers on, so he would still have his underwear on after taking those off.
“Well, technically. There are still like fifteen minutes of the game left.” I then heard Wes point out, for some reason.
“Matt is going to lose his underwear though, and even if he wins the match. Carter would only have to take his jogging bottoms off.” Sara pointed out, and while she was right, and I had the same realisation. It somehow made it more real.
“Yeah, I won the challenge, Wes. No point carrying on.” Carter then said, and I found myself nodding.
“You could get a red too, and that would mean you both ended up naked.” Wes then quickly stated, and I think we all were a little surprised, as none of us had clearly thought about that.
“Well, I guess you’re not wrong.” I then heard Carter say, and I could tell he wasn’t that thrilled by the idea.
However, while the chances of that happening were next to impossible. I wasn’t going to object, because if I was going to end up naked. I might as well take Carter down with me, but it seemed like Carter had one more trick up his sleeve to embarrass me.
“However, I believe we agreed that a red card would mean you take something off instantly. So if we’re going to carry on the match. Matt has to take his boxer briefs off now.” He said, while smirking.
“What!” I quickly called out in surprise. Although even as I said it, I knew it was true, and even if by some miracle he got a red card and I won the game. I was going to be naked within the next two minutes.
“We get to see his willy and balls now!” I heard one of the girls call out excitedly, as I felt my heart racing even faster. The reality of the situation was really starting to hit me, and I didn’t like the feeling at all.
“Let’s just get the game out of the way, but Matt has to agree to stay naked until after he pulls his card.” Wes then suggested, and while I hated the idea of having to stay naked longer. It was better than being naked right now.
“Fair enough. Deal, Matt?” Carter then asked me, as I felt my cheeks heating up even more.
“Yeah, let’s finish the match.” I just about managed to answer.
I was just feeling all over the place. I had come here thinking I was going to win, and get rid of one of my three card drawers this week. Instead, I was now going to be naked in front of two younger boys I didn’t even know, and worse.
Two even younger girls I didn’t know, and on top of that. I now had four card draws to do this week instead of three. So it had been a complete disaster, and the only positive I could think of, was that at least there wouldn’t be a photo of me naked on the site.
Something I had thought was going to happen earlier, but now realised that this was a challenge. It wasn’t a card draw, and I was pretty sure even if it was an official challenge. There wasn’t a section for those on the site.
At least I hoped not, and would need to look for myself. I could ask Wes or Carter, but on the of chance there was a section. I didn’t want to remind them, just in case they forgot about it. However, before I could think about it any more. We resumed the match, with him taking the free kick.
It turned out to be pointless though, as the game finished 0-0, and he didn’t get a player sent off. I think to be honest, my head wasn’t really into it. Even if I won, the chances of him getting sent off, were next to zero. Especially as he wasn’t making any rash challenges.
“Yey! We get to see his willy now.” The girls called out instantly, after they realised the game, and challenge was over.
“Ha! Stand up, Matt, and turn so we can all see.” Carter then told me, with more than a little amusement in his voice.
I felt like a condemned man, as I slowly got up. The weren’t any positives, but I was at least thankful, that I was way too embarrassed and nervous to get hard or even half hard. That was a small blessing, until I wondered if that would make me look really small.
“Wanna make a bet, Carter?” I then heard Wes ask, and despite the situation. I couldn’t help but be curious, and anything that delayed me getting naked, was welcome.
“Sure, what’s the bet?” Carter answered instantly, and I guess I should have been surprise. Given his profile name on the site.
“Simple, I bet a card draw, that he doesn’t have any pubes.” Wes answered with a grin, as I felt my cheeks somehow warm up even more.
“Really?” Carter then asked, before looking me up and down. “So if he is bald, you win, but if he has pubes, even if there aren’t many. I win?” He then asked, while my embarrassment continued to rise. The girls giggling didn’t help either.
“Let’s say, if I can count them easily. Then I win, just to make it fair.” Wes answered, after a few moments.
“Deal!” Carter then said, after taking a moment of his own.
They then shock hands, and told the girls to write that down. Which they did so enthusiastically, before all the attention turned back to me. A big part of me wanted to just run, but there was no way I could live that down.
I also, wouldn’t be able to grab my clothes. So I would have had to run home in my underwear. I was also pretty sure I remembered hearing Carter locking the front door. So I really had no way to get out of this, and slowly reached down, and hooked my fingers in the waistband of my boxers.
