Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2004 23:59:36 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 10

You Lost The Bet - Chapter 10
By R. A. Swain

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit
sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of
the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in
the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always
play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior,
and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material.

If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com
<mailto:mnhowler@aol.com> or docswain@aol.com <mailto:docswain@aol.com> You
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	Sometimes bets and dares are done with close friends and family,
and other times you start off as strangers learning about each other's
limits before you feel completely at ease with one another. One such time
was in the locker room of the gym where I occasionally workout.

	"Excuse me," I said as I entered the locker room after my workout
and bumped into another guy also entering the locker room from the other
direction.

	"No problem." His voice was friendly and it conveyed his smile.

	We both headed for the same bay of lockers at the far end of the
changing room. It was getting on toward the end of the evening, but the
place had been crowded when I arrived a couple hours earlier, and this was
the last alcove of lockers at that time. Now it seemed the locker room was
almost deserted. I heard a couple voices at the other end of the room, and
in the distance I could hear a shower running.

	We both opened our lockers and began shedding our clothes. I
stripped off my sweat soaked T-shirt, toed off my sneakers and pulled off
my socks. As I stood up again I dropped my homemade sweat shorts that were
once a pair of sweatpants until they got old and I cut the legs off for
summer uses. I stood there in my black jockstrap, and glanced at the young
man to my right.

	He appeared to be around early twenties, thin and in good shape, a
smooth chest he apparently shaved. I watched him drop his sweatpants and
gave him a quizzical look. "What, no jockstrap?" I asked.

	He smiled sheepishly. "Usually I do, but I didn't wear one today on
a dare."

	"A dare?" My lips curved up at the corners in a smile.

	"Yeah, a dare. You should try it sometime, working out without a
jock. It's freeing," he said. He was staring directly at me. "You ever do
dares?"

	I smiled broadly. "I've been known to from time to time." I pulled
my jockstrap off and tossed it in the locker.

	"What sort of dares are you into?" He asked.

	"I'm P.J.," I said, extending my hand.

	"I'm Justin." He shook my hand. "So what kind of dares do you do?"

	"All kinds," I replied. "Sexual, non-sexual, messy with food,
semi-public. How about you?"

	"Pretty much the same." A smile crawled across his lips and he gave
me a wicked grin. "Would you be interested in a game right now?"

	I looked around the locker room. "It's kind of public."

	"Yeah, it is." He agreed.

	"What kind of dare do you have in mind?"

	Justin glanced around. "How about I dare you to get your dick hard
and walk into the shower area?"

	"What if someone is in there?" I asked.

	"That's the risk," he countered.

	I shook my head. "All I have to do is get a boner and walk from
here into the shower area?"

	"Yeah."

	"And what do I win?"

	"Name your stakes," he said.

	I thought for a moment. "All right, if I do it, you've got to get
yourself hard in the shower, and keep yourself hard while we take a steam
also."

	"Someone might be in the steam room," he said.

	"That's the risk," I countered.

	"You're on," he said.

	Now it was back to me. I looked around the locker alcove, and then
peeked out into the aisle leading to the shower area. It was empty, but I
knew there must still be at least one or two guys in the building aside
from us. I reached down and gently began to tug on my cock, looking back at
Justin to see him staring at me while I played with myself. "Remember,
you've got to get hard in the shower and keep it hard in the steam room," I
said.

	"I will," he replied, never moving his eyes from my hand stroking
and tugging on my shaft.

	It didn't take long for me to get a semi-woodie, and even less time
to get a full up boner sticking straight out in front of me. Somehow the
idea of playing with myself in front of a guy I just met, a guy who
essentially dared me to play with myself in front of him, really turned me
on. I grabbed my towel, draped it around my neck and started walking toward
the showers. As I passed the locker alcoves on the way to the shower area I
passed one with a man just pulling his pants up. I moved a bit quicker, but
I'm pretty sure he saw my rod sticking out in front of me.

	The shower area was empty at the moment. I turned one on and
stepped under the warm water. Justin took the showerhead right next to
me. "That guy back there saw you," he said.

	"I figured that," I said. "Now it's your turn."

	Justin began lathering up in the shower, and paid special attention
to his cock. His hand ran the length, probably around eight or nine inches,
and he seemed to really take his time. After a few minutes of his intense
playing with his cock it was pressed up against his flat stomach. "Ready?"
He asked.

	I was mesmerized by his show. "Ready for what?" I asked
absentmindedly.

	"The steam room," he said with a slight laugh.

	I followed the young man out of the showers toward the steam
room. My own cock was still hard, a fact that I didn't give much thought to
until we passed the hot tub and saw two guys just getting out. They both
glanced at Justin and I as we walked by. I was a bit more relieved when we
were inside the steam room.

	I laughed. "Did you see those guys staring at us?"

	"Yeah. It was cool." Justin stretched out on a bench, and I took
the other bench, leaning against the wall, and putting my foot up on the
bench. I watched Justin occasionally reach down and stroke his cock. My own
didn't shrink at all. In fact, the heat in the steam room seemed to make me
harder.

	"I think I'm enjoying this game," I said.

	"Me too," Justin replied. "Are you for another dare?"

	I glanced down at my hard cock. "Apparently. What do you have in
mind?"

	Justin sat up. "An edging contest."

	"Edging?" I asked.

	"Yeah, you know," he said. "Bringing yourself to the brink of
cumming but not shooting your load?"

	"I know what it is, but you want to do it here?"

	"Yeah, why not?"

	"Well, someone could still walk in on us. How long can you go
before you can't hold out any longer?" I asked.

	"Maybe thirty minutes. You?"

	"I can beat 30 minutes," I said.

	"Oh yeah?"

	"Yeah, but that's too long to hang out in a steam room. I've got an
idea. Let's finish up here, and go to my place." I stood up.

	"I don't know," Justin said. "I thought you didn't mind semi-public
places?"

	"I don't. I just figured we could get comfortable, but if you want
something semi-public, do you know the park on Fifth Street?"

	"Yeah?"

	"How about we go there? The basketball courts are empty this time
of night. Public, yet secluded enough as to not draw too much attention to
us?" I suggested.

	Justin stood up. "Okay, an outdoor edging contest. What are the
stakes?"

	"Let's each think about it on the drive over there," I said.

	We showered again. This time both of us were hard and not caring if
anyone was in the hot tub or shower areas as we walked through them. In the
locker alcove we dressed hurriedly, neither of us putting underwear on
beneath our pants. I didn't put my tie on either. The business day was
over.

	On the drive to the park I wondered what kind of stakes I could
offer? We were going to be jerking off in front of each other. Stroking for
at least a half hour. I thought about it, and felt my cock rubbing against
the cotton of my dress slacks. Once in the park we both walked silently to
the basketball courts. Looking around we determined we were far enough from
the main road, yet if someone was walking through the park, they could pass
right by us. It was risky, but not totally public, since we choose the
benches on the opposite side of the courts away from the walking path.

	"So, what kind of stakes did you come up with?" Justin asked me.

	I cleared my throat and looked around the park again. "Dark enough
to get away with it, but public enough to make it thrilling, " I mused.

	"Yeah," he agreed.

	"Okay, how about this? We both stroke until one of us can't hold
out. Loser is the first guy to blow his load. He then has to keep stroking
until he blows a second load in front of the winner." I explained.

	Justin smiled. "Sounds good. How about we add the loser has to blow
his second load standing center court?"

	I nodded. "Agreed."

	"And," Justin added, "the loser drives home naked."

	 I smiled. "Naked?"

	"Yeah. After you lose, and after you shoot your second load, you'll
have to strip off your clothes, except for you shoes and socks, and you'll
have to walk back to your car, put your clothing in the trunk and drive
home that way." He casually reached down and groped his crotch as he spoke.

	"You're on." I said, reaching for my own crotch.

	"So are we just whipping them out or taking clothing off, or what?"
he asked.

	"How about we whip `em out for the first 30 minutes? If we both
hold out that long, then we drop trou for the next fifteen minutes, and if
we hold out beyond the total of forty-five minutes we open our shirts as
well?" I suggested.

	We walked over to the bench facing the basketball court, but on the
far side from the walking paths and sat down. Both of us opened our flies
and reached into our pants, neither taking his eyes off the other. Since we
weren't wearing underwear beneath our pants getting our cocks out into the
cool evening air was easy.

	"Ready?" he asked.

	"Set?" I countered.

	"Go," he said.

	We both began to stroke our semi-hard cocks to full erections. It
didn't take either of us very long to achieve the desired effect. It was
shortly after we got into a rhythm that I realized I couldn't keep watching
this hot young guy jerking himself off in front of me without blowing my
own load. This bet was going to really test my endurance and
self-control. All I wanted to do was lean over and suck this guy off, but
that wasn't part of the bet.

	The look in Justin's eyes told me he was thinking something
similar. I wondered if I dared raise the stakes. Well, only one-way to find
out, I thought. "Justin, how about we raise the stakes a bit?"

	"What do you have in mind?"

	"Not only does the loser jerkoff to a second load center court, but
he does it while blowing the winner. Does that sound good?" I asked.

	Justin's eyes flashed between my face and my cock several times,
and finally he smiled. "You're on, dude. I'm so going to enjoy getting a
blow job from you."

	We both slowed our stroking as I felt the desire to shoot my first
load right then and there. I held my breath and squeezed my shaft two
inches below the tip of my cock. Damn, I thought. Edging was going to be a
killer bet. I secretly wondered how many times I could reach the edge
before I ended up losing my load? I knew how long I could go when I was
home alone, and even at the office with Jeff or out at my cousins, but with
a stranger I just met, and one so cute, I was pushing myself.

	We sat silently watching each other stroke for a few more
minutes. Justin looked at his watch. "I guess we've got to drop trou," he
said, indicating we'd been stroking for the thirty minutes.

	Both of us paused and unbuttoned our slacks, and slipped them to
our ankles. We spread our legs and my left knee pressed against his right
knee. He didn't pull back. The sweat was forming on my brow, even as the
night air cooled my exposed ass and cock. We began our second round of
self-pleasure, watching each other as we stroked ourselves.

	I enjoyed watching his hand run up and down the length of his
shaft, and imagined what it would be like to run my own hand up and down
his shaft. I imagined what it would be like to touch his balls, to rub
them, and feel them in my hands. I felt myself getting close again, and
gritted my teeth this time as I squeezed tightly on my shaft, two inches
below the tip to prevent myself from shooting my load so soon.

	I was immensely turned on by the entire scene, and close to blowing
my load several times already. I knew I couldn't think about how much I
wanted to lick and suck on his cock, because those thoughts would make me
blow my load.

	I watched Justin squeezing his cock, and holding back his load, and
felt my load boiling in my balls. I looked down at my cock and at the
precum beginning to leak from my tip. I noticed Justin was having the same
problem. Both of us were leaking.

	After what seemed like an eternity, Justin paused and looked at his
watch. "Damn, we're up to the next level," he said as he opened his shirt.

	I unbuttoned my shirt and we both sat there almost fully exposed to
one another again. We resumed our stroking. I watched Justin watching me,
and was fighting my strong desire to just let go with a load. His cock was
leaking as much if not more than my own. I could hear the slick slapping of
our precum dripping balls hitting against our skin and the bench.

	"Man, cum," Justin whispered. "Blow your load so you can blow me."

	I smiled. "You wish. I'll hold out longer." I could see the sweat
running down Justin's face, and felt the sweat running down my own mostly
exposed body. It wasn't going to be long, and I knew it. I knew I couldn't
hold out. I was going to lose this bet. I tried, but I just knew I couldn't
hold out.

	A sigh escaped my lips and I felt cum slowly shooting up the length
of my shaft and moaned as it escaped through the tip of my cock. I watched
ribbon after ribbon of cum release from my cock and fly out into the air
before me. My hot cum was landing on my stomach, my balls, my legs, and my
trousers. Well, it didn't matter. I was going to be going home naked
anyway.

	I pumped my shaft several more times, until the last of my cum
dripped from the tip of my cock. I looked over at Justin and sighed. "You
win."

	Justin clenched his teeth and I saw him begin to cum. His load was
as much if not more than my own. Spurt after spurt of hot cum streamed out
of his cock and onto his stomach, his balls, his legs, and his pants. He
pumped furiously as those last drops shot out.  "Oh man, that was intense."

	"Yeah, it was." I pulled my shirt off and began cleaning up my
chest, legs, cock, and balls. After I'd stepped out of my pants I tossed my
cum soaked shirt to Justin. "Here's the official cum rag." I joked.

	I watched him clean himself up with my shirt, wiping his jizz from
his chest, his stomach, cock and balls. He stood up and shed his pants as
well. "It's too hot to be clothed tonight. Now about that second part of
the payoff?"

	I nodded and walked out to the center court. I began stroking my
semi-hard cock, and dropped my pants on the ground in front of me to kneel
on. Justin stood before me, and I looked at his long hot, recently spent
cock, and leaned forward. My tongue made contact with his shaft and I
licked up the length to his tip. I slipped my mouth over his salty tasting
cock and took as much of it down my throat as I could while jerking myself
to a second orgasm.

	I drew in deep breaths breathing through my nose while I sucked on
this hot young guy. He smelled of antiseptic soap from the health club, and
sweat and cum. I bobbed my head and nestled my nose against his neatly
trimmed public hair. He thrust in and out of my mouth while I bobbed,
creating a wild face fucking effect. I played with his balls with my one
hand while stroking myself with the other, and in a few minutes I felt
myself getting ready to cum again.

	I pulled my mouth from his cock. "I'm gonna shot," I said. I leaned
back I watched my cock as more cum shot out of it, onto the ground and my
pants. I panted heavily after seven ribbons of cum splattered out before me
on the ground.

	"Keep leaning back," Justin instructed.

	I looked up to see him jerking himself off, aiming at my chest. A
few pulls and his cock started to spurt, shooting another huge load of hot
cum down my chest and stomach. After he finished he handed me my shirt
again. "Here you go."

	I wiped myself clean once again, while Justin dressed. His pants
had some cum stains on them. I mentioned it.

	"At least I'm wearing pants," he replied. "Now you'll be driving
home naked as the final part of this bet."

	"Yeah. I can't wait until I workout again." I said.

	We walked back to our cars in the now empty lot. "I'm at the gym
most evenings after eight," Justin said. "Look for me. Oh, and the next
time you workout, I dare you to do it without wearing a jockstrap."

	"You're on," I said.

End Chapter Ten

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You Lost The Bet - Chapter 10 By R. A. Swain

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit
sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of
the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in
the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always
play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior,
and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material.

If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com
<mailto:mnhowler@aol.com> or docswain@aol.com <mailto:docswain@aol.com> You
may also check out my slash fiction at: <http://docswainslounge.warped.com>

	Sometimes bets and dares are done with close friends and family,
and other times you start off as strangers learning about each other's
limits before you feel completely at ease with one another. One such time
was in the locker room of the gym where I occasionally workout.

	"Excuse me," I said as I entered the locker room after my workout
and bumped into another guy also entering the locker room from the other
direction.

	"No problem." His voice was friendly and it conveyed his smile.

	We both headed for the same bay of lockers at the far end of the
changing room. It was getting on toward the end of the evening, but the
place had been crowded when I arrived a couple hours earlier, and this was
the last alcove of lockers at that time. Now it seemed the locker room was
almost deserted. I heard a couple voices at the other end of the room, and
in the distance I could hear a shower running.

	We both opened our lockers and began shedding our clothes. I
stripped off my sweat soaked T-shirt, toed off my sneakers and pulled off
my socks. As I stood up again I dropped my homemade sweat shorts that were
once a pair of sweatpants until they got old and I cut the legs off for
summer uses. I stood there in my black jockstrap, and glanced at the young
man to my right.

	He appeared to be around early twenties, thin and in good shape, a
smooth chest he apparently shaved. I watched him drop his sweatpants and
gave him a quizzical look. "What, no jockstrap?" I asked.

	He smiled sheepishly. "Usually I do, but I didn't wear one today on
a dare."

	"A dare?" My lips curved up at the corners in a smile.

	"Yeah, a dare. You should try it sometime, working out without a
jock. It's freeing," he said. He was staring directly at me. "You ever do
dares?"

	I smiled broadly. "I've been known to from time to time." I pulled
my jockstrap off and tossed it in the locker.

	"What sort of dares are you into?" He asked.

	"I'm P.J.," I said, extending my hand.

	"I'm Justin." He shook my hand. "So what kind of dares do you do?"

	"All kinds," I replied. "Sexual, non-sexual, messy with food,
semi-public. How about you?"

	"Pretty much the same." A smile crawled across his lips and he gave
me a wicked grin. "Would you be interested in a game right now?"

	I looked around the locker room. "It's kind of public."

	"Yeah, it is." He agreed.

	"What kind of dare do you have in mind?"

	Justin glanced around. "How about I dare you to get your dick hard
and walk into the shower area?"

	"What if someone is in there?" I asked.

	"That's the risk," he countered.

	I shook my head. "All I have to do is get a boner and walk from
here into the shower area?"

	"Yeah."

	"And what do I win?"

	"Name your stakes," he said.

	I thought for a moment. "All right, if I do it, you've got to get
yourself hard in the shower, and keep yourself hard while we take a steam
also."

	"Someone might be in the steam room," he said.

	"That's the risk," I countered.

	"You're on," he said.

	Now it was back to me. I looked around the locker alcove, and then
peeked out into the aisle leading to the shower area. It was empty, but I
knew there must still be at least one or two guys in the building aside
from us. I reached down and gently began to tug on my cock, looking back at
Justin to see him staring at me while I played with myself. "Remember,
you've got to get hard in the shower and keep it hard in the steam room," I
said.

	"I will," he replied, never moving his eyes from my hand stroking
and tugging on my shaft.

	It didn't take long for me to get a semi-woodie, and even less time
to get a full up boner sticking straight out in front of me. Somehow the
idea of playing with myself in front of a guy I just met, a guy who
essentially dared me to play with myself in front of him, really turned me
on. I grabbed my towel, draped it around my neck and started walking toward
the showers. As I passed the locker alcoves on the way to the shower area I
passed one with a man just pulling his pants up. I moved a bit quicker, but
I'm pretty sure he saw my rod sticking out in front of me.

	The shower area was empty at the moment. I turned one on and
stepped under the warm water. Justin took the showerhead right next to
me. "That guy back there saw you," he said.

	"I figured that," I said. "Now it's your turn."

	Justin began lathering up in the shower, and paid special attention
to his cock. His hand ran the length, probably around eight or nine inches,
and he seemed to really take his time. After a few minutes of his intense
playing with his cock it was pressed up against his flat stomach. "Ready?"
He asked.

	I was mesmerized by his show. "Ready for what?" I asked
absentmindedly.

	"The steam room," he said with a slight laugh.

	I followed the young man out of the showers toward the steam
room. My own cock was still hard, a fact that I didn't give much thought to
until we passed the hot tub and saw two guys just getting out. They both
glanced at Justin and I as we walked by. I was a bit more relieved when we
were inside the steam room.

	I laughed. "Did you see those guys staring at us?"

	"Yeah. It was cool." Justin stretched out on a bench, and I took
the other bench, leaning against the wall, and putting my foot up on the
bench. I watched Justin occasionally reach down and stroke his cock. My own
didn't shrink at all. In fact, the heat in the steam room seemed to make me
harder.

	"I think I'm enjoying this game," I said.

	"Me too," Justin replied. "Are you for another dare?"

	I glanced down at my hard cock. "Apparently. What do you have in
mind?"

	Justin sat up. "An edging contest."

	"Edging?" I asked.

	"Yeah, you know," he said. "Bringing yourself to the brink of
cumming but not shooting your load?"

	"I know what it is, but you want to do it here?"

	"Yeah, why not?"

	"Well, someone could still walk in on us. How long can you go
before you can't hold out any longer?" I asked.

	"Maybe thirty minutes. You?"

	"I can beat 30 minutes," I said.

	"Oh yeah?"

	"Yeah, but that's too long to hang out in a steam room. I've got an
idea. Let's finish up here, and go to my place." I stood up.

	"I don't know," Justin said. "I thought you didn't mind semi-public
places?"

	"I don't. I just figured we could get comfortable, but if you want
something semi-public, do you know the park on Fifth Street?"

	"Yeah?"

	"How about we go there? The basketball courts are empty this time
of night. Public, yet secluded enough as to not draw too much attention to
us?" I suggested.

	Justin stood up. "Okay, an outdoor edging contest. What are the
stakes?"

	"Let's each think about it on the drive over there," I said.

	We showered again. This time both of us were hard and not caring if
anyone was in the hot tub or shower areas as we walked through them. In the
locker alcove we dressed hurriedly, neither of us putting underwear on
beneath our pants. I didn't put my tie on either. The business day was
over.

	On the drive to the park I wondered what kind of stakes I could
offer? We were going to be jerking off in front of each other. Stroking for
at least a half hour. I thought about it, and felt my cock rubbing against
the cotton of my dress slacks. Once in the park we both walked silently to
the basketball courts. Looking around we determined we were far enough from
the main road, yet if someone was walking through the park, they could pass
right by us. It was risky, but not totally public, since we choose the
benches on the opposite side of the courts away from the walking path.

	"So, what kind of stakes did you come up with?" Justin asked me.

	I cleared my throat and looked around the park again. "Dark enough
to get away with it, but public enough to make it thrilling, " I mused.

	"Yeah," he agreed.

	"Okay, how about this? We both stroke until one of us can't hold
out. Loser is the first guy to blow his load. He then has to keep stroking
until he blows a second load in front of the winner." I explained.

	Justin smiled. "Sounds good. How about we add the loser has to blow
his second load standing center court?"

	I nodded. "Agreed."

	"And," Justin added, "the loser drives home naked."

	 I smiled. "Naked?"

	"Yeah. After you lose, and after you shoot your second load, you'll
have to strip off your clothes, except for you shoes and socks, and you'll
have to walk back to your car, put your clothing in the trunk and drive
home that way." He casually reached down and groped his crotch as he spoke.

	"You're on." I said, reaching for my own crotch.

	"So are we just whipping them out or taking clothing off, or what?"
he asked.

	"How about we whip `em out for the first 30 minutes? If we both
hold out that long, then we drop trou for the next fifteen minutes, and if
we hold out beyond the total of forty-five minutes we open our shirts as
well?" I suggested.

	We walked over to the bench facing the basketball court, but on the
far side from the walking paths and sat down. Both of us opened our flies
and reached into our pants, neither taking his eyes off the other. Since we
weren't wearing underwear beneath our pants getting our cocks out into the
cool evening air was easy.

	"Ready?" he asked.

	"Set?" I countered.

	"Go," he said.

	We both began to stroke our semi-hard cocks to full erections. It
didn't take either of us very long to achieve the desired effect. It was
shortly after we got into a rhythm that I realized I couldn't keep watching
this hot young guy jerking himself off in front of me without blowing my
own load. This bet was going to really test my endurance and
self-control. All I wanted to do was lean over and suck this guy off, but
that wasn't part of the bet.

	The look in Justin's eyes told me he was thinking something
similar. I wondered if I dared raise the stakes. Well, only one-way to find
out, I thought. "Justin, how about we raise the stakes a bit?"

	"What do you have in mind?"

	"Not only does the loser jerkoff to a second load center court, but
he does it while blowing the winner. Does that sound good?" I asked.

	Justin's eyes flashed between my face and my cock several times,
and finally he smiled. "You're on, dude. I'm so going to enjoy getting a
blow job from you."

	We both slowed our stroking as I felt the desire to shoot my first
load right then and there. I held my breath and squeezed my shaft two
inches below the tip of my cock. Damn, I thought. Edging was going to be a
killer bet. I secretly wondered how many times I could reach the edge
before I ended up losing my load? I knew how long I could go when I was
home alone, and even at the office with Jeff or out at my cousins, but with
a stranger I just met, and one so cute, I was pushing myself.

	We sat silently watching each other stroke for a few more
minutes. Justin looked at his watch. "I guess we've got to drop trou," he
said, indicating we'd been stroking for the thirty minutes.

	Both of us paused and unbuttoned our slacks, and slipped them to
our ankles. We spread our legs and my left knee pressed against his right
knee. He didn't pull back. The sweat was forming on my brow, even as the
night air cooled my exposed ass and cock. We began our second round of
self-pleasure, watching each other as we stroked ourselves.

	I enjoyed watching his hand run up and down the length of his
shaft, and imagined what it would be like to run my own hand up and down
his shaft. I imagined what it would be like to touch his balls, to rub
them, and feel them in my hands. I felt myself getting close again, and
gritted my teeth this time as I squeezed tightly on my shaft, two inches
below the tip to prevent myself from shooting my load so soon.

	I was immensely turned on by the entire scene, and close to blowing
my load several times already. I knew I couldn't think about how much I
wanted to lick and suck on his cock, because those thoughts would make me
blow my load.

	I watched Justin squeezing his cock, and holding back his load, and
felt my load boiling in my balls. I looked down at my cock and at the
precum beginning to leak from my tip. I noticed Justin was having the same
problem. Both of us were leaking.

	After what seemed like an eternity, Justin paused and looked at his
watch. "Damn, we're up to the next level," he said as he opened his shirt.

	I unbuttoned my shirt and we both sat there almost fully exposed to
one another again. We resumed our stroking. I watched Justin watching me,
and was fighting my strong desire to just let go with a load. His cock was
leaking as much if not more than my own. I could hear the slick slapping of
our precum dripping balls hitting against our skin and the bench.

	"Man, cum," Justin whispered. "Blow your load so you can blow me."

	I smiled. "You wish. I'll hold out longer." I could see the sweat
running down Justin's face, and felt the sweat running down my own mostly
exposed body. It wasn't going to be long, and I knew it. I knew I couldn't
hold out. I was going to lose this bet. I tried, but I just knew I couldn't
hold out.

	A sigh escaped my lips and I felt cum slowly shooting up the length
of my shaft and moaned as it escaped through the tip of my cock. I watched
ribbon after ribbon of cum release from my cock and fly out into the air
before me. My hot cum was landing on my stomach, my balls, my legs, and my
trousers. Well, it didn't matter. I was going to be going home naked
anyway.

	I pumped my shaft several more times, until the last of my cum
dripped from the tip of my cock. I looked over at Justin and sighed. "You
win."

	Justin clenched his teeth and I saw him begin to cum. His load was
as much if not more than my own. Spurt after spurt of hot cum streamed out
of his cock and onto his stomach, his balls, his legs, and his pants. He
pumped furiously as those last drops shot out.  "Oh man, that was intense."

	"Yeah, it was." I pulled my shirt off and began cleaning up my
chest, legs, cock, and balls. After I'd stepped out of my pants I tossed my
cum soaked shirt to Justin. "Here's the official cum rag." I joked.

	I watched him clean himself up with my shirt, wiping his jizz from
his chest, his stomach, cock and balls. He stood up and shed his pants as
well. "It's too hot to be clothed tonight. Now about that second part of
the payoff?"

	I nodded and walked out to the center court. I began stroking my
semi-hard cock, and dropped my pants on the ground in front of me to kneel
on. Justin stood before me, and I looked at his long hot, recently spent
cock, and leaned forward. My tongue made contact with his shaft and I
licked up the length to his tip. I slipped my mouth over his salty tasting
cock and took as much of it down my throat as I could while jerking myself
to a second orgasm.

	I drew in deep breaths breathing through my nose while I sucked on
this hot young guy. He smelled of antiseptic soap from the health club, and
sweat and cum. I bobbed my head and nestled my nose against his neatly
trimmed public hair. He thrust in and out of my mouth while I bobbed,
creating a wild face fucking effect. I played with his balls with my one
hand while stroking myself with the other, and in a few minutes I felt
myself getting ready to cum again.

	I pulled my mouth from his cock. "I'm gonna shot," I said. I leaned
back I watched my cock as more cum shot out of it, onto the ground and my
pants. I panted heavily after seven ribbons of cum splattered out before me
on the ground.

	"Keep leaning back," Justin instructed.

	I looked up to see him jerking himself off, aiming at my chest. A
few pulls and his cock started to spurt, shooting another huge load of hot
cum down my chest and stomach. After he finished he handed me my shirt
again. "Here you go."

	I wiped myself clean once again, while Justin dressed. His pants
had some cum stains on them. I mentioned it.

	"At least I'm wearing pants," he replied. "Now you'll be driving
home naked as the final part of this bet."

	"Yeah. I can't wait until I workout again." I said.

	We walked back to our cars in the now empty lot. "I'm at the gym
most evenings after eight," Justin said. "Look for me. Oh, and the next
time you workout, I dare you to do it without wearing a jockstrap."

	"You're on," I said.

End Chapter Ten

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