Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2013 11:39:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: All Bets Are Off (adult friends)

All Bets Are Off

"I'll betcha that I can get any straight guy to have sex with me as long as
he doesn't have to suck cock or take it in the ass."  Bill Hauser's posture
was exuding arrogance.  His chin was slightly elevated, and he looked like
he was defying anyone to doubt him.  "If I suck him," he continued, "and
let him fuck me, without asking him to return any favors, it'll be a sure
thing.  I'll bet I could even get some of them to reciprocate out of pure
gratitude.  After all, I'm that good."

His pal and sometime fuck buddy, Ron Karlin, threw back his head and
laughed.  "What makes you so certain?" he asked.

"Because I firmly believe that all men are born innately homosexual.  It's
religious and societal views on homosexuality that force men to hide their
feelings.  Some guys can't pretend, like you and me, but others go through
life suppressing hidden desires, even condemning them."

"Nice theory," Ron sniggered, "but there's no proof of anything you're
preaching."

"Bullshit!  God can prove it."

"Whadyamean?"

"He gave men a prostate, didn't He?  And when it's stimulated by a stiff
prick, the guy being stimulated can have an orgasm.  Women don't have a sex
organ in their asses."

"Well, I'll give you this," Ron said sounding a little defeated.  "It's
something to think about."

"So are you gonna take my bet or not?"

"What does the winner get?"

"A dinner, a movie and a nice hot blow job."

"You're on, but I get to pick the straight guy, or all bets are off."

Bill laughed, "I hope you don't think you're frightening me.  Choose your
target, or I should say, 'my' target."

Bill and Ron were both lawyers.  They worked for a fairly large firm in
Ft. Lauderdale, FL.  The firm consisted of five senior partners, three
junior partners, and fifteen associates with varying degrees of experience.
Bill and Ron had been with the firm for almost two years.  John McIntyre,
another associate, had joined the firm a year after they did.  The first
time they saw him they both began to drool.

John had been a college jock.  He stood six feet, two inches tall.  His
shoulders were broad, and his torso tapered down to a slim waist.  Then,
continuing to move downward, he began to expand outward again.  He had the
most delicious looking bubble butt either man had ever seen.  His butt was
always perfectly framed by his trousers, which were a wee bit tight in the
rear.  They could see his bulging muscles trying to rip through his shirts.
His hair was a light brown and always looked tousled but not unkempt.  His
eyes were dark brown and very seductive thanks to extra long eye-lashes.
He had a straight nose and a very square chin with a cleft.  In short, he
was one handsome dude.

Both Bill and Ron had ample chances to check John out in the men's room.
They actually followed him in when he needed to go.  Bill knew that he was
cut, a good five inches flaccid and fairly hefty.  He lusted for that cock
to enter him?anywhere, so when Ron said, "John McIntyre" Bill actually grew
light headed.

"You'll never seduce him," Ron stated assuredly.  "He's all man, straight,
macho, and married."

John had come to the firm right after his honeymoon.  He spoke often about
his gorgeous wife, and the two gay co-workers were deflated to learn of his
sexual preference.  No matter!  It did not stop them from lusting after
him?secretly, of course.

"You're on!" Bill said.  He stuck out his hand for Ron to shake on their
bet.  "But I'll need some time."

"I'll give you six months," Ron said graciously."

Looking arrogant again, Bill said, "Thanks, but I won't need all that
time."

All the associates were casually acquainted, but few were close friends,
Ron and Bill being the exception.  As a first step toward seducing John,
Bill determined to bring him into the close friend category.

After that, whenever their schedules coincided, and they were both in the
office, Bill asked John if he would like to go to lunch with him.  Secretly
John was flattered.  He hadn't made any close friends in the firm, and he
actually envied Bill and Ron's friendship.  He accepted Bill's invitation
immediately, but he was surprised when Ron did not go with them.  Ron
didn't mind eating alone at all.  Even though he wished his friend well,
(who wouldn't want to have sex with John McIntyre?) he didn't think Bill
had a chance in hell of scoring with John.

During the very first lunch they had together, Bill learned a vital piece
of information.  He found out what fitness center John worked out at, and
what nights of the week.

"Hey, I belong there too," Bill lied, "but I only work out on weekends.  I
wouldn't mind having muscles like yours.  I'm going to switch to your
nights, if you don't mind."  With that, he felt John's biceps, and John
obliged by flexing his muscles.

"Hell, I don't mind at all.  It'll be nice to have company.  Actually I
have dinner after my workout all by myself, so my wife doesn't have to keep
dinner warm for me.  It would be great if you joined me."

"Gee, John, that'll be my pleasure."

It occurred to Bill that if John went out to dinner after his workout, he
must shower at the gym and not at home.  After work that day, Bill stopped
at the gym and joined up.  That night, he packed a gym bag for everything
he would need for his workout and the shower to follow.

The next day after work, he and John shared a cab to the fitness center.
John reiterated how pleased he was to have company.  Bill was terribly out
of shape, but his youth rescued him.  He was able to nearly keep up with
John, and not poop out too early.  What really kept him going was the
thought of the shower to come.  He was not going to be shy about exposing
himself to his "prey."

Bill was not muscular, but he was six feet tall and very lean.  He had ash
blond hair, blue eyes, a pug nose and a solid chin.  He was cut and about
four inches flaccid.  He grew to seven inches when aroused.  When they
entered the shower he was slightly plumped up in anticipation, so he was
about the same size as John was when flaccid.  Bill felt that they were
good enough friends that he could ignore the every other shower-head rule.
He stepped into the shower adjacent to John and was pleased to note that
John didn't show any surprise or displeasure.  He seemed, in fact, to have
expected it.

There were two other men in the showers, so Bill was not shocked when John
asked him to soap his back.  As long as there were other people in the
shower it was an innocent request.

The shock came later.

When Bill soaped John's back, he discreetly stopped at John's waist, but
when John soaped Bill's back, he went all the way down to Bill's testicles
and even soaped Bill's crack.  Bill didn't know what to make of it so he
decided to make nothing of it, and he just ignored the whole thing.
Unfortunately he started to get hard, and John had to notice it.

They didn't have much to say to each other until they reached the
restaurant and were seated.  It was John who spoke first.

"This is so nice," he said, "having a boy's night out.  I love my wife, but
we haven't given each other much space since the wedding."

Bill was speechless.  He was beginning to suspect that he might be the
hunted and not the hunter.  He told himself not to jump to conclusions
based upon a few innuendos, so he muttered inanely, "I'm glad to be the one
to help you out."

John smiled at him, and Bill thought he might cum in his pants.  That made
him bold.  He determined to steer the conversation to sex.

"So tell me," he said, his voice falsely pleading, "What's married sex
like?  I mean getting it every day, whenever you want, without having to go
on the prowl.  I can tell you it's a battle for us single guys.  I'm lucky
to get laid once a week, and only after a lot of wining and dining."

"You're handing me a line," John said.  "You mean a good looking gay guy
like you only scores once a week."

Bill turned ashen.  He and Ron were in the closet at work.  How did he
betray himself?  Did Ron out him to win the bet?  He had to ask.

"How did you know?" he asked simply.

"I'm not sure.  Maybe it's a form of gaydar, but I've had my eye on you and
Ron since I got to the firm.  I just know you're both gay, but you're not a
couple."

"You're very good.  When I need a lawyer you're hired," Bill laughed.
"It's Ok with you then, being friends with a gay dude?"

"It's very OK, especially if that friend is single and as handsome as you."

"What the fuck is happening?" Bill demanded to know.  John's hand had
somehow placed itself on Bill's knee under the table.

"I've got a secret too.  I'll keep your secret, and if you promise to keep
mine, I'll tell you."

"Promise," Bill mumbled meekly.  "Talk."

John reached into his wallet and took out the picture of his wife, which
was beginning to wear.  "You've seen this picture before?" he asked.

"Only a million times."

"This woman lives with me, but we aren't married."

"That's hardly shocking news these days," Bill stated matter of factly.

"We have separate bedrooms."

Now Bill did look surprised.  "I get the feeling that you are beating
around the bush with me.  What are you trying to say?"

"She's my beautiful sister.  She's also my cover.  Next year when she gets
married, I intend to tell everyone that I'm divorcing her."

"Your cover???"

"Yes, my very handsome friend.  I'm gay, and I have been lusting after you
from the day we met."  His hand squeezed Bill's knee.  Bill didn't know
whether to laugh or cry, but he did know that he had to come clean also.
He placed his hand on John's under the table.

"Promise not to hate me, but I have a confession to make also."

"There is no way I could hate you.  Now, you talk."

Bill told John all about his theory that all men are born homosexual, and
about his bet with Ron.  "I can't prove my theory now, and I don't want to.
The thought of making love, or even having sex, with anyone else but you,
doesn't sit well with me."  John squeezed harder.  "Will you come home with
me tonight, please?" Bill pleaded.

John whipped out his cell phone and dialed a number.  "Hi, Sis," he said.
"You know that guy at work I keep telling you about?  We're having dinner
together, and then I'm going home with him, so I won't be home tonight.
I'll come home early in the morning to put on fresh clothes for work.  The
wonderful thing is, I think he might feel the same way about me."  John
looked at Bill who was nodding and smiling.

"Yes," he continued, "you'll meet him as soon as we can arrange it.  A
double wedding?  That's a little premature.  Love ya."  He hung up the
phone and exchanged a smile with Bill.

They lay wrapped up playing sixty-nine in Bill's bed.  Both were moaning
and purring like kittens until they came, screaming.  The bed was never
messed because they both swallowed every drop of cum.  Afterward they
switched positions and now they were wrapped up, kissing each other with
lots of tongue, and fondling their cocks.  They both kept murmuring how
happy they were and how much they loved each other.

"If someone had told me this morning that we would be making love tonight,
I would not have believed him," John whispered in Bill's ear.  "How would
you feel about us fucking when we have recovered?"

"I would feel very positive about it," Bill whispered back.

Early in the morning, they showered together and John called for a cab to
take him home to change.  While they were waiting for the cab, they hatched
a plan to tease Ron a little.

"I just thought of something awful," Bill said.  "I won the bet, so Ron
owes me a dinner, a movie and a blow job.  I can't do that now."

"Technically you didn't win because I'm not straight."

"But I want him to think so, until we're ready to reveal all."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.  As long as you and I are
together, I wouldn't mind a threesome."

That morning Bill engaged Ron in conversation at the water fountain.  "How
was dinner?" Ron asked.

"Awful, all he did was talk about his wonderful wife."

John came over out of nowhere and said, ""Thanks again, Bill, for what you
did for me last night.  I'll be forever grateful.''

"Would you like a repeat performance?" Bill smirked.

"You bet.  How about next gym night?  I actually feel like I'd like to try
to reciprocate."  John walked quickly away.  Ron's mouth was hanging open.

"What was that all about?" Ron asked.  "I thought he was so totally into
his wife."

"Well, I got bold and asked him if she ever went down on him. I told him
that I knew that most women wouldn't do that.  He reluctantly admitted that
it was the one thing missing from his love life, and he was really aching
for a blow job.  I simply offered to make his dream come true, no strings
attached.  The next thing I knew we were in my apartment, and he was
gushing down my throat."

"I guess you were right.  I owe you."

"I told John about my theory and about our bet.  You know what he asked me
to ask you?  He said that since he was one half of the winning side, would
you treat both of us to dinner, a movie and a blow job?"

Ron's face lit up like a Christmas tree.  "You bet your fucking ass I'll
blow that Adonis."

"Good, I'll let him know, and we'll set a date when he can get away from
his ball and chain."

"How about your next work out night?"

"I'll ask him."

Instead of going to the gym, they went to dinner, and Ron picked up the
check.  They voted to forego the movie, and went directly to Bill's
apartment where Ron went down on both of them simultaneously, switching
back and forth, prolonging their orgasms as long as possible.  Both men
came in Ron's mouth and he swallowed everything with great delight.

After they recovered, John said, "Gee, Ron, I hate to leave you unsatisfied
and with blue balls.  Let me take care of that."  He went down on Ron, who
looked at Bill with great big question marks in his eyes.  He couldn't say
or question anything at that point, because he was cumming, and cumming
like he never had before.

They were sitting around the living room naked and sipping sodas when Bill
told Ron the truth.  At the end he thanked Ron for dinner and informed him
that John and he were going to be a couple, even if they had to stay in the
closet at work.

"Well you really didn't prove your theory," Ron said.

"Right.  I'm counting on you to prove it."

"Maybe!  I'll give it a try."

After John's sister got married, Bill moved into John's house.  John, Bill
and Ron left the firm and started their own practice.  It was a struggle at
first, but they all came out of the lavender closet, and advertised in the
gay press.  It didn't take long for them to jump the hurdle of starting a
new business, and to see the beginnings of a very successful partnership.

Ron never proved Bill's theory.  Nevertheless, Bill still feels strongly
that it's true.